Red Hot Obsessions (34 page)

He groans, nudging down my bra in an attempt to free my breasts from their cups. “I want to see you,” he murmurs.

Kissing the nape of my neck, he pulls down my bra and exposes my nipples. I feel blatantly laid bare, but at the same time I want to give myself to him. To let him be the one to see and feel me this way. To experience this with him.

He moans inside his mouth as he works his way down my chest to my nipples. When his lips touch the peaks, I squirm and scrunch up the blanket with my fingers.

“Damn. Don’t you ever cover up those perfect tits,” he says, making me giggle.

He places his lips right on top of my pink tips and starts sucking. The explosion of desire is too much to take.

God, that feels good.

He muffles a laugh while suckling on my breast, his tongue sometimes flicking out to make me writhe. His free hand drifts down my waist again and inches up to my panties. I squeal when his fingers hook around the fabric. I’m drenched already, and he hasn’t even touched me there yet.

“You want it so much, don’t you?” he murmurs while sucking my other nipple. “Tell me how much you want it.”

His hand slides down my panties, and I’m getting so fucking turned on I can’t breathe.

“A lot,” I manage to blurt out.

He chuckles and licks his lips when seeing me in agony. “Tell me you’ve touched yourself,” he says.

My eyes jerk open, and I squint. “W-what?”

A sexy smile curves his lip. “Have you made yourself come before?”

I blush and suddenly feel very snuck up on.

“Never mind. You don’t have to say it. Your blush says enough.”

My eyes widen, and a sort of moan-laugh escapes his mouth. He loves this. It’s obvious.

Of course I’ve done that. There’s no girl that hasn’t. But that was me, and my finger alone. Nothing else. Not him and his seductive, calloused fingers that would make any girl squeal.

“Next time you do it, you’ll think of me,” he murmurs.

Oh. My. God.

It’s too much.

His lips drag up my neck again, all the way up my jawline, and then my mouth. I can’t take my lips off him as his hand dives into my panties. The moment I feel him slipping down my wet folds, I gasp.

“Can I be the first guy to make you come?” he says.

I swear I just came, right there. Just from those words.

I’m too shy to answer.

I close my eyes and enjoy the feeling of having him explore the secret spots I deemed private all those years. His skilled fingers slip down my pussy, dragging up the moisture in between. He grunts in my ear, and pushes his legs up against me. His erection pokes my thigh, making me want to reach out and grab him.

Hunter pins me down with one hand, holding me hostage, which I’m enjoying. His other hand is roaming freely across my pussy, feeling his way down.

Powerful shocks run through my entire body, and blood pumps to that one spot between my legs. I struggle not to pant, feeling the pressure build as he works on me.

I can’t believe this is happening, but at the same time I want it so badly.

He licks my lips, kisses the edges of my mouth, and sucks on my skin as he flicks my nub. He knows exactly where to go and how to do it, just like I expected. He’s a fucking sex god, and he knows it.

My body zings with sensations, and I feel like I’m about to fall apart beneath him. He’s panting with me as I struggle not to give in to pleasure. I feel so dirty, and this feels so wrong and yet so good. His gray eyes stare right back into mine, full of longing, a craving, awaiting the inevitable climax.

And when it comes, it’s massive.

It’s a wave of emotions and shocks that run from my loins to my toes and up to the top of my head. It’s amazing and freeing. I’m melting in his arms, heated up to the core. I feel drunk with lust. I’ve never felt anything like it before.

Hunter leaves little pecks on my cheek, and continues to rub me until I’m sated. As my panting subsides, he slips off me and lies down next to me. He gazes at me with a confident, satisfied smirk on his face.

“That was fan-fucking-tastic. Did it feel that way to you, too?” he says.

I let out a huge breath. “Definitely.”

He chuckles, and it sounds cute. He leans forward and pecks me on my temple. He’s being sweet, and I have no idea why. I just came, this isn’t the time to be cute. This is the time for raw, hard sex.

“Why are you stopping?” I say, still catching my breath.

“Because this is as far as it goes tonight.”

My jaw drops. “What about the sex?”

“What about it?”

“I thought …” I stammer.

“You came. You liked it. I loved it. That’s all that matters.”

I’m flabbergasted. Seriously, I have no idea what to say. I feel cheated out of something I was promised, even though I wasn’t.

“No, it’s not all that matters,” I say, and I pull up my bra, feeling very exposed all of a sudden.

“It’s enough. For now.”

“Why? You fuck all the other girls, too, don’t you?” I say, feeling pissed.

“And you’re not ‘all the other girls.’”

I swallow. I don’t know what to say. I can’t believe he’s doing this. After I’ve let him undress me, see my boobs, and touch me all over, this is what he gives me? He even made me come.

Fuck.

It was good, but now it’s spoiled. This feels like another one of his teases, and I can’t stand it.

Honestly, I feel humiliated. With me not being one of ‘all the other girls’ it’s almost a direct insult. As if I’m not good enough to fuck.

And I just gave him my everything. He just took my innocence. He just saw me at my weakest, and he’s taken advantage of it.

Snorting, I throw the blanket off me and get out of the bed.

“What are you doing?” he says.

I fetch my dress. “Going.”

“Wait, what?” he says, and now he gets up from the bed, too.

“I don’t want to be your plaything. I made a mistake coming here,” I say, tears welling up in my eyes.

I should’ve known he’d do this to me.

He comes up behind me and grabs both my arms. “Don’t go.”

“Why should I stay?”

“Because I want you to. I need you.”

“Stop playing around! You want me, but you don’t want me? You just practically told me I’m not good enough to fuck,” I say.

“No, you have it all wrong. When I said you’re not one of those girls, I meant that you’re special. Different.”

I’m silently biting my lip, listening to him. I want to give him a chance, but the amount of times I’m still willing to do it are diminishing quickly.

“I want to take it slow. Not rush into things.”

“Why?” I say.

“Because I like you too much. I don’t want to spoil it.”

He puts his arms around me completely, and kisses the back of my head. Resting his nose in my hair, he sniffs, taking in my scent. “I want this to be more than just sex.”

“Why didn’t you just say so?” I say, turning around in his arms.

He looks at me with hungry eyes. It looks as though he’s still fighting the urge to jump my bones. Is he really holding himself back just so he can take his time with me?

“Because … You wanted me so badly … and I want you, too … But you’re the first girl I want more with than just that. I don’t want it to be all lust and fucking. I want you to like me for who I am, not for what I do in the bedroom. And maybe in the shower or the car …”

His bad grin makes me laugh. I feel better now, knowing he’s doing it because he doesn’t want me to be just a fuck. I’m not just a girl. I’m his Leafy.

“Is that why you call me Leafy?” I suddenly blurt out.

He muffles a laugh. “You want me to get into all the details?”

“If you want me to stay, spill it.”

“All right. That first day I saw you with the leaf blower, I found your bracelet in the grass. I knew it was yours, and I wanted to bring it back, but I had no clue where to go. I didn’t know your name, I didn’t know where you were staying. Lucky for me, I found your bedroom quite close to mine,” he says, chuckling, emphasizing the word bedroom. He’s probably thinking of a whole lot of nasty things he could do to me there.

“Anyway, all I could remember was the girl with the leaves in her curly hair, so … Leafy it was.”

“But I told you my name,” I say.

“I know, but the Leafy thing just stuck with me. It has a nice ring to it. And it was fun, since you seemed to hate it. You blush every time I say it.” He smirks, and I shove him forward.

I didn’t expect him to fall back onto the bed, though.

“See? Training worked. You get stronger the moment you’re angry.”

“Oh ha-ha, very funny.”

“So … will you stay?” he suddenly says.

I suck on my bottom lip and think about it for a second. Hunter looks like he really means it, and I want to believe it. I just hope what he says is true.

Part of me still believes this is a dream, and that I’ll wake up somewhere in the middle of the night discovering it was all in my head. Then again, shouldn’t I take this chance? He’s made my life so much more fun and exciting, and he seems like he’s really caring, even though he doesn’t take care of himself that much.

Maybe that’s why he needs me.

I step forward and he reaches out for me, grabbing my hand. He pulls me down to the bed with him, draping the covers over us.

“Let’s just sleep, okay?” he says. He’s taking off his pants underneath the blanket, and I can’t help but gulp at the thought of him lying next to me in his boxer briefs.

“Hmm …” I groan.

We crawl farther onto the bed, pulling the sheets with us. I’m tired, and he’s right, I do want to be with him. I can’t say no anymore. Not to anything. Not because I can’t, but because I don’t want to anymore.

Somehow, I want this to work.

“Do you think you could stick with me a little longer? I don’t want you to just be with me for the sex. I want you to stay for
me
,” he says.

Damn, this is so unlike him. It’s almost as if he’s afraid to lose me.

However, it makes me smile. I feel like I’m suddenly someone’s precious, like I’m special and needed.

“I’m not just in it for the sex,” I say.

Hunter’s arm is still around me, and he drags me to him so we’re spooning. He nuzzles my hair and smells me. He feels warm and makes me feel safe in his arms.

“But you’d better not be abstinent until marriage.”

He laughs and then pushes his hips against my ass, making me feel his erection.

“You can bet on it. I’m going to claim you soon,” he says.

We cuddle some more, and then he yawns. We’re both tired as hell. I doze away in his arms, happy, content.

I can wait. I can wait for him. I can wait for the answers to all my questions. I can wait to discover more about him. Hell, he’s even waiting for me.

But I do know that I won’t wait forever.

Chapter 19
The Morning After

The next morning I’m still lying in his arms, confused as to why I’m here. I can smell his scent on the pillow we’re sharing, and it’s making me delirious again. When everything about last night seeps back into my mind, I feel crazily happy.

I’m really here, in his bed, sleeping with him.

His arms are still around me, and I can feel his chest going up and down against my back. Things can’t get any crazier than this.

Well, maybe the sex could.

I giggle to myself and smile. Turning around in Hunter’s warm embrace, I find him snoring loudly. He looks so goddamn cute right now. His face is the perfect thing to wake up to. Everything about him just makes me jittery.

Suddenly, the door slams open.

I’m startled. I jolt up from the bed, desperate to hold on to the blanket that’s dropping off my scarcely covered body.

Jaret is standing in the doorway.

“Dude … Oh, shit,” he says when he sees me.

Hunter groans as he looks up at Jaret with a drowsy look on his face. “Huh? What’s happening?”

“Sorry bro, I didn’t know you brought her back here,” Jaret says. His eyebrows rise playfully. “Hope you had fun last night.”

I flush, and pull up the blanket even more, feeling very, very embarrassed.

“What are you doing here?” Hunter mutters with half a grunt.

“It’s my room, too, remember? Glad I wasn’t around to witness this last night. Had some fun myself, too! Crazy chick, though …” Jaret says, as he walks into the room like it’s the most normal thing to do when you find two people in bed together.

“Dude, get out. Give us some privacy for fuck’s sake,” Hunter says with a croaky voice, scraping his throat.

“Sorry, bud, can’t. It’s important. I wouldn’t have come otherwise, trust me,” he says.

I reach for my dress lying on the floor and pick it up while holding the blanket firmly in place. It’s not drenched anymore, but it smells bad. Although it stinks, I pull it over my head and drape it down until I’m no longer in my underwear. Better than having Jaret see me partially naked.

Hunter leans on his elbow, giving minimal attention to Jaret as he tries to wake up. “What?”

“I think I’m after the right guy. You know. The boss of Alpha Psi. I think I know who he is.”

Opening his eyes wide, Hunter springs up. “What? Are you serious?”

“Alpha Psi? Is that a frat house?” I ask, but nobody answers.

“Yeah, that’s why I need you to come with me right now. There’s going to be another party tonight, and he’ll be there. If you wanna catch him, now’s the time. We have to prepare some kind of plan.”

“Fuck,” Hunter says, and he jumps out of bed wearing nothing but boxer briefs. I swear, if I wasn’t on high alert right now, I’d be gaping at his package.

“What the hell are you guys talking about?” I say.

“You go get dressed first, I’ll wait for you downstairs so we can get going. They’re expecting us to do some work, too, today, so we really need the extra time.”

“Work? You mean selling drugs and punching people in the face again?” I say, flabbergasted. “It’s a freaking frat house behind all this?”

“All right, see you in a minute or so,” Hunter says, and Jaret leaves the room again.

“Stop ignoring me!” I yell at him, and I come out of bed, too.

“I’m not, this is just way too important.” He turns around toward me. “And yes, it’s a frat house.”

I step forward. “More important than telling me what the hell is going on?”

“You should go,” he says.

“What? No! Not until you tell me,” I say, frowning. “So you’re in a frat house? God …” I slap my hand in front of my mouth in disbelief. Now I see why he’s been selling drugs and punching people together with Jaret. Those are the people who put them up to it. I need to know more.

“Why do you want to go look for ‘the boss’?”

Hunter shushes me. “Don’t be so loud.”

“Why? Does it matter?”

“Because … it’s a freaking illegal frat house. We sell drugs, for crying out loud. Nobody can know about this. And yes, we’re looking for the boss, but first we gotta find out who the courier is.”

“The courier? What the hell is that?”

He sighs. “The one who brings the drugs from the boss to the top distributors. Those are the people I get my stash from.” He runs his fingers through his hair. “I think I’ve answered enough questions now.”

“Oh, c’mon, you’ve got to give me more than that.”

“I can’t. You don’t know how dangerous that is.”

“Why? Are you still too chicken to trust me?”

He gently cups my face between his index finger and thumb. “I care about you. I’m afraid you’ll get hurt. That’s why I don’t tell you. It’s better if you stay out of this.”

I slap his hand away, and he turns around and walks out the door. I follow him as he goes into the guys’ bathroom. I’m not letting him off the hook that easily. I take in a big breath before I walk in with him.

“I don’t care if it’s dangerous. I. Want. To. Know,” I say.

He turns on the light, while I put my foot in front of the door, so he can’t close it. Luckily there’s no one else inside but us.

“You’re not getting out of this, mister,” I say, crossing my arms.

A smirk appears on his face. “I love it when you put your foot down like that.” He quickly leans in and pecks me on the head, momentarily catching me off guard.

“But I’m going to take a shower now, and then I’m leaving,” he says crudely.

“I’m going with you.”

He laughs. “Fine. Suit yourself.”

He lets go of the door handle and turns on the shower. The door is wide open, and now I’m staring at him, while he’s taking off the only thing that was between me and his firm ass.

My eyes widen as he strips. He’s completely naked, and I can see his bare ass tighten as he steps under the shower.

I gulp, seeing the rivulets of water stream down his masculine body. The taut muscles grab my attention as he starts washing himself.

“You’re a dirty girl, you know that? Peeping on naked guys,” he says.

I gasp. “I am
not
. Trust me, I’m not standing here for that reason. I’m not even looking at you.” I turn my head right away, feeling caught.

“I bet you were. And I also bet you liked what you saw.”

God. Why does he have to be so fucking blunt all the time? It’s turning me into a puddle of drool.

Closing my eyes, I sigh and lean sideways against the wall, waiting for him.

When he’s done, he says, “You can open your eyes now. It’s safe.” The mischievous grin on his face is the first thing I see. I scowl at him as he chuckles a little. “You’ll get to see me eventually. I can’t wait to see the look on your face then.”

“Whatever. I’m still not letting you out of my sight. I don’t like what you’re scheming one bit.”

He’s only wearing a towel around his waist, nothing else. He steps closer, and I have trouble not pulling off that towel that’s between him and me, but I have to stand my ground.

“Oh, I didn’t expect you to. Come to the party with me then,” he says.

My jaw drops. “What? You want to take me with you?”

“Well, you just said I can’t stop you, so I’d rather take you with me then. You’re safer with me than anywhere else.”

Somehow that doesn’t make me feel comfortable at all.

“But if you don’t want to, you can always just stay here, study a bit, you know, go about your normal life like you always do,” he says, kissing me on the cheek.

“No, not a chance.” I’d rather risk it than not know what he is doing for another day.

“All right. I’ll pick you up tonight at your room at eight.”

He walks past me, out into the hallway, and I follow him back to his room. There he grabs some briefs from his drawer, while I shut the door behind us. The towel drapes off his butt, and I gulp seeing the beautiful, perfect slabs of muscle that appear before me. He puts on his underwear, and then a pair of pants, covering up his body, making me pine.

“Fine, but if you don’t, I swear to God I’ll―”

“Yeah, I know, you’ll kill me,” he chortles. “Don’t worry. I’ll be there.”

After he puts on a casual brown tee, he walks over to me and places his hand on my arm. I liquefy from his touch, even though I want to remain strong, to make a point. He just has this effect on me. I’m the melting candle and he’s the burning flame.

“I’ll see you tonight, okay?” he says, and he smiles sweetly.

He leans forward and looks at me for a second, waiting for my permission. I part my lips, pointing them up to meet his. Shivers run down my spine as his lips brush along my mouth. He leaves a short but scorching kiss, which makes the butterflies in my belly dance.

I don’t want to stop kissing him, but he makes the choice for me.

*

I study for the rest of the day, but I can’t concentrate at all. I’m way too nervous. It’s only ten minutes until Hunter’s coming to pick me up, and I’m already sweating like crazy.

This party they’re going to sounds scary. If it’s going to be anything like last time, I’ll need someone to back me up, in case Hunter’s going to leave me alone. I’m sure he’ll be too busy with whatever to entertain me.

Especially if he and Jaret are going after someone. I wonder what they’re up to.

I need someone else to come, someone I can really trust with all my heart.

I put my books aside and go to Scarlet’s room. Before knocking on the door I clear my throat.

“Evie?”

“Not here.” Well, it’s her voice all right.

I roll my eyes. “Can we talk?”

“No.”

“It’ll be short, I promise. I’m not going to do anything stupid.”

It’s quiet for some time, but after a while she opens the door. “What do you want?”

“I j-just wanted to ask if you were okay,” I say with a gulp.

“I’m managing.”

I peek over her shoulders and see her side of the room is as messy as it was when she was still bunking with me. “Looks like you’ve settled in nicely.”

“Yeah.”

I don’t really know what to say. She’s really not talking a lot. “How’s things with Scarlet? Can you hold out with her?” I say with a chuckle.

“Scarlet’s quite nice, actually. Sounds weird, I know, but she’s not as bad as we thought,” she whispers.

“Oh, well that’s good,” I say.

Then it falls quiet again, and we’re both staring at each other. She’s tapping her foot, and I’m rummaging in my pocket. This is so awkward.

“Look, I still need my time alone. Could you tell me what you’re here for?” Evie says.

“Oh … Well I wanted to invite you to a party tonight.”

She frowns. “A party? Autumn Blakewood, going to parties? God, you’ve really changed.”

“I’m not like Brody. This is different. I’m not turning into a douche bag.”

“Okay …” she says hesitantly. “So you’re going to that party?”

“Yeah, I got invited, but I don’t want to go without my best friend. I’d love it if you could come, too.” I smile at her, trying to make up for all the things I’ve done wrong in the past, but she barely shows any emotion at all.

“Please?” I add. “It would be really great if you were there.”

She sighs. “I’ll think about it.”

“Okay.”

She makes a face, and closes her door again.

“See ya,” I say, but she’s already closed the door.

Now I feel really bad.

I don’t know what to do to fix this broken relationship. She’s still not ready for us to start anew, and I’m feeling shitty because of it. I feel like I’ve lost my best friend, and all because of some stupid thing called love.

Dammit.

“Hey, you ready to go?”

I turn around and see Hunter standing in the hallway. He comes up to me, puts his arm around my waist, and pulls me in for a kiss on the temple.

“I just need to change into something else first,” I answer.

He pats my back. “Okay, I can wait. It’s early anyway.”

I walk back to my room and go through my clothes, looking for something suitable to wear.

“Why don’t you just put on that same dress you wore last night? It looked fucking amazing.”

I flush, but laugh at the same time when I turn and see him standing in the doorway again. “No! I’m not wearing the same thing twice in a row without washing it first.”

He chortles, the low, manly sound turning all my senses on hyperactive mode. “Too bad. I was looking forward to seeing you stretch that thing to its limit as you dance, and I’m there to watch.”

He wriggles his eyebrows, making me laugh.

“In your dreams,” I say. I grab a pair of colorful skinny jeans and a white top. “Could you close the door?”

“Sure.” He kicks the door shut, but stays put himself, crossing his arms.

I pull my shirt over my head, and look back as I see him gazing at my back. I’m still wearing my bra, but the look in his eyes tells me he’s seeing me naked in front of him. He bites his lip, making me blush.

“Hey, I’m not giving a peep show!” I say, covering my chest area.

“I’ve already seen you. Nothing to be secretive about. Of course, I do love looking at you being naked.”

I turn around and throw the shirt in his direction. “You’re embarrassing me.”

“I told you I love to see you blush.”

“Turn around,” I retort.

“Fine. If I have to,” he says, and he closes his eyes indifferently.

I wait until he’s fully turned around before stepping out of my jeans and putting on my new clothes. Before I’m done I check the mirror to see if everything’s A-OK.

“You can open your eyes now,” I say, as I put some earrings in my ears.

He grins, grunting a little. My nipples react to the sound by hardening, and my pussy clenches with need as he wraps his arms around me and kisses the nape of my neck. “You look sexy.”

“Thanks,” I say, licking my lips as he leaves small pecks on my shoulder. He’s so skilled with his lips, he makes me shiver.

“I can barely wait to rip them off,” he murmurs close to my ear.

That’s it. I’m done for.

I close my eyes, turning into a meek lamb in his strong arms. “Let’s not go to the party. Let’s just stay here tonight,” I whisper.

“Hmm …” he murmurs, the sound putting me on edge. My clit is thumping again, just from having his hands on my belly.