His Every Touch (For His Pleasure, Book 8) (9 page)

“Where are we going?”

“Around the side,” he said, gruffly. They turned the corner and then his lips were on hers, and he tasted of wine and his tongue was insistent.

Kallie’s nipples instantly stiffened under her dress. She moaned as his hands pulled her close. His body was warm, hard—everything about him was hard.

“Shouldn’t we--“ she started once more to try and ask if they hadn’t ought to get back to the party.

He silenced her with his mouth. He turned her so that her back was against the brick wall of the restaurant. His hands ran up her dress and felt her breasts. He squeezed them tightly, lifting the fabric of her dress as he did so. One of his hands swooped down and touched her bare leg, sending shockwaves of excitement through her body.

And then he was traveling up the length of her leg and touching her bare hip. The dress was hiked up on one side, and if anybody walked around this corner they were going to get an eyeful.

Kallie could hardly bring herself to care at this point. She was wet. She was ready for anything.

Hunter found that out when he slid his hand beneath her new panties and found her slick mound, already moist and open to his touch.

He plunged his fingers inside her as he kissed her mouth.

His touch was exquisite, rough and tender, demanding and yielding all at once.

She didn’t understand how he could know what she needed and when, but somehow he did. His hand was pounding against her as his fingers pushed and pulled, sliding in and out of her tunnel.

Her head rocked back against the wall and she was gasping now. “Oh, oh…oh.”

She couldn’t stay quiet. His other hand massaged her breasts, the nipples so hard that they could practically cut through the thin material.

“I want you to come for me, right here. Right now. I want you to come and then walk back to that table with me, still smelling of your sex, knowing what we’ve done together while everyone sits inside without a clue.”

The thought frightened her, but his hand wouldn’t stop and she was powerless when Hunter was close. She climaxed instantly, just as he’d told her to do.

She tried to stay quiet, but it was difficult.

She laid her head against his chest and tried to smother her own cries.

When it was done, Hunter let the dress fall back over her leg, withdrawing his hand, moving away from her. “We should get back. You go first, I’ll return momentarily.”

Kallie was ruffled, stumbling—her mind still rattled from what he’d done to her.

She nodded, numb to everything but him, and everything around her felt transparent except Hunter.

She turned on her heel, trying to gather her thoughts. How would a normal person behave if they really had just innocently forgotten their phone in the car? But it seemed an impossible task, especially given the fact that it had taken her too long to come back to the table.

Everyone’s going to know what you were doing out there, she told herself.

They’re going to stare and then someone will ask what took you so long…

Kallie kept forcing herself to walk, and finally she arrived back at the table and everyone was talking laughing about something Sean had said, and nobody paid her any attention at all.

She breathed a deep sigh of relief and took a long sip of wine. The worst of it was past. She’d introduced Hunter to her family and despite the initial chest pounding that Sean had done, things had gone relatively smoothly. And now she’d even passed the final test, meeting Hunter outside and…she thought about his hand between her legs and a shudder of need ran through her.

She drank another big sip of wine. Her mother leaned over and whispered in her ear. “He seems like a very nice man, and I think he cares about you.”

Kallie glanced at her mother, surprised. She wasn’t the type to just say something nice to make somebody feel better. “Thanks, Mom. That means a lot.”

“You feeling better?”

“What do you mean?”

“Your stomach flu,” her mother said, and she had a little twinkle in her eye.

Shit. Kallie had totally forgotten about last night and the white lie she’d told in order to leave her parents’ hotel room and drive to Hunter’s house. “Oh, that,” she said.

“I do feel better. This morning I woke up and my stomach was almost one hundred percent.”

Her mother nodded gravely, but her eyes were still glimmering. “That’s good, honey. I’m just glad you’re happy.” She smiled and patted Kallie’s hand, squeezing once before turning back to say something to Kallie’s father.

And then just like that, Hunter was sitting down next to Kallie and smiling at her.

“Hey,” he said. “You good?”

She nodded. “I am.”

“I’m glad,” he said.

She looked up and found Sean watching them from across the table. Lydia was chattering away in his ear but he was only half-listening to her. His hooded eyes were fixed on Hunter. Kallie got a nervous feeling in her stomach. She really hoped he wouldn’t mess up an amazing night by getting in Hunter’s face over nothing.

Soon, the waiters came bearing more trays of food and everyone was busy eating.

The food was good. Hunter was probably used to eating at the finest restaurants in Manhattan, and this place was generic family style Italian (and definitely not fancy), but he seemed happy enough with it. His appetite certainly wasn’t suffering at all and he was scarfing down his chicken parmesan at a rapid pace.

Kallie just picked at her ziti and meatballs, but she was busy talking with her brothers, and also Lydia’s mother and father.

In fact, she was just asking Lydia’s mother about the wedding venue they’d chosen, when Hunter slid his chair back from the table and looked at his phone. “I have to take a call,” he announced, and then got up and left without a backward glance.

Kallie watched him go, wondering for a moment if she’d somehow missed the fateful tap-tap-tap on her knee. Had she really not noticed it? Or did he actually have to take a phone call? She decided he must have really needed to use the phone.

“Busy guy,” Sean said loudly.

Kallie looked over at him. “Not really. At least, not when we’re spending time together.”

“You spend a lot of time together?”

She shrugged. “Depends on how you define a lot.”

“I think most normal people know what a lot means.”

“Sean, what’s your problem? Are you the only one allowed to have a significant other?”

Sean laughed. “That guy is not your significant other, Kallie. He’s just a dude who thinks his shit don’t stink.”

“That’s incredibly rude.”

“Sean, knock it off,” her father said. He glared at his son with a look that said he meant business.

Sean sighed and shrugged, but Kallie could tell he wasn’t going to push the matter further. Their father might collect coins and act a little silly from time to time, but he was strict and firm, and his temper was a sight to behold. Nobody wanted to anger him if they could possibly avoid it.

She continued to pick at her food, waiting for Hunter to come back. But after ten minutes had passed, her still hadn’t returned. Kallie looked around for him, trying not to appear obvious. When she looked up and met Sean’s eyes, he was smirking in a self-satisfied way that made her angry.

He didn’t know a thing about Hunter. He just hated him on sight because Hunter was slick and handsome and Sean didn’t trust any guy who liked his sister. It was ridiculous. It had been ridiculous back in high school and now it was even more ridiculous.

Another few minutes went by, with Kallie trying to make conversation but being too distracted, because it was getting kind of weird that Hunter was gone so long. People were finishing their meals and dinner was about to wrap up.

Kallie decided that she should just go find him. In her mind, she justified going to look for him on the basis that, a) he might have done the knee tap signal and she’d somehow not noticed it, b) he’d been gone from the table for over fifteen minutes and it was embarrassing, and c) dinner was about to end and she needed a ride home.

She excused herself (making sure not to so much as glance at Sean) and left the table, walking quickly toward the front of the restaurant, her eyes scanning the room in case he was around the vicinity for some reason.

As she got towards the front door of the restaurant, she had a tingling in her stomach, a sense that perhaps she’d be better off just returning to the table and sitting down again until he came back.

Maybe this is a test, she thought. Maybe he’s hoping I’ll come and look for him.

Then again, maybe he’s testing me to see if I can be patient and wait like a good submissive partner.

If that was the case, she was definitely going to get a failing grade.

Kallie pushed through the front door, exiting the restaurant and seeing something that nearly floored her.

Hunter was out in the parking lot, talking to another woman. Kallie didn’t know what to think. At first, she thought it was just a random conversation, perhaps the woman was a smoker and had asked for a light (she was smoking a cigarette, after all).

But then she saw the way they were talking, so close together. It was obvious from their body language that they knew each other. Their conversation seemed very intense, and although she couldn’t hear their exact words, the tones were strained somehow.

Kallie felt sick. Was she another girlfriend, perhaps even his more serious lover, another submissive who was better at it than Kallie?

This woman was slender but her body was clearly toned and tight in all the right places. She was wearing a dark skirt and a dark blouse, high heels. She had a look about her—dark eye shadow, a certain hardness about her, the way she held her cigarette. She seemed world weary, young but not naïve or innocent.

The strange woman shook her head as Hunter pointed at her and his voice rose.

“…keep doing this, I’ve told you a thousand times…”

And then a gust of wind carried the rest of his sentence away from Kallie’s ears.

She decided that this was too much. This was an insult to Kallie and her family, meeting another woman in front of the restaurant while they ate inside.

Kallie walked down the steps and approached the two of them. The woman saw her first and her eyes darted to Hunter, desperate and suspicious, like a wild and cornered animal. “Looks like we have company, Hunter. A friend of yours?”

Hunter turned and saw Kallie coming over. His expression darkened and his eyes grew cold as an ice flow. “Kallie, go back inside.”

She hesitated. This was out of bounds, wasn’t it? What did the contract say about these kinds of situations? “I just wanted to tell you that people are leaving soon—“

“Go. Back. Inside. I’ll be there momentarily.” His eyes warned her not to say another word, and although she was humiliated and angry, Kallie turned around and went back inside.

What a jerk, she thought, her hands balling into fists. He’s out there talking with another woman, obviously someone he’s romantically involved with, and I get chastised and sent inside like a child.

How dare he? How dare he?

That was all she could think. Her stomach was on fire with disappointment and shame and rejection. Why had she been stupid enough to believe that Hunter actually cared about her? This was just some stupid game to him, and she was nothing but a prop.

Kallie tried to keep the tears from her eyes, but it was impossible. She stopped in the hallway that led to the back dining area, and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. Sniffling, she told herself to get it together. There was an engagement party going on and she wasn’t about to let Hunter ruin it—

“Kallie, what the hell’s going on?” She looked up to see Sean charging towards her, his expression one of fury.

“Nothing,” she said. “Nothing’s going on.”

“Then why are you crying?”

“I’m—I’m not. Sean…relax.”

He looked past her toward the door. “Is he out there?” Sean said, pointing.

“NO.” Kallie tried to take hold of him and he quickly sidestepped her, moving even faster toward the exit.

Shit. He’d been waiting all night for an opportunity to start something with Hunter, and now he’d found the perfect chance.

Kallie ran after him, worried for Sean and Hunter, and horrified that it had come to this.

By the time she got outside, Sean was already barreling towards Hunter at full speed. Hunter was still talking to that girl, and the girl saw Sean just in time to point and yell a warning.

Hunter spun around.

“Hey asshole, just what the hell do you think you’re doing?” Sean yelled, his shoulders up, getting closer by the second.

Hunter didn’t even reply. In fact, he seemed completely unconcerned, not even a little worried by what was coming towards him.

This lack of response seemed to slow Sean down. He was used to causing fear, anxiety, anger—something—when he had his outbursts. “You can’t speak? You deaf?”

Sean said.

Hunter looked at him. His voice, when he finally spoke, was calm and authoritative. “I can speak. I’m not sure I understand your question.”

Sean was breathing heavily, and his eyes were wild as Kallie got to him and grabbed his arm. “Sean, please don’t start trouble right now. Please!”

“Nobody treats my sister badly,” Sean told him. “I will own you, dickhead.”

Hunter smiled just a little bit. “I feel the same way,” he said.

The door to the restaurant opened again, and now the entire group was pouring out into the parking lot—Dad, Mom, her other brothers, Lydia and her parents.

“I should go,” the dark haired woman said, her eyes nervously flitting back and forth. “Bye.” She turned and walked out of the lot and disappeared around the corner.

Sean pointed at Hunter. “Why don’t you just go, asshole? We’ll take Kallie home.”

“I don’t think so,” Hunter replied. His voice was still polite. “Kallie’s with me.”

She didn’t know why, but him saying that almost—almost—erased the humiliation of seeing him outside with another woman. He was standing up to Sean, and nobody ever stood up to Sean. She knew he was doing it for her. Whatever was going on with that woman, there must be a good explanation.