Thousand Yard Bride (7 page)

Abruptly, his expression morphed into a cold scowl. His eyes shot to me, burning into my guts and confusing me with how my knees shook. I wasn't scared—not really—but Hunter was exciting the way a roller-coaster was.

He asked, "Why am I even telling you this? You’re corporate like the rest of my dad’s stooges. Don’t pretend you care.”

Suddenly I got defensive. Nothing pisses me off more than people telling me how I felt. “Yeah, fair enough, I care about my career. Of course I do. It’s my whole life, as pathetic as that sounds. But what makes me so good at this job is that I
do
care about my clients. In fact, I—”

Hunter’s response was dripping with derision, “There it is. ‘Client.’ I’m never just Hunter. Hell, I can’t even escape my own name. My father’s legacy follows me all over. Why can’t I be my own damn person? I’m always ‘player,’ ‘wide receiver,’ and even the ‘King of Diamonds’ crap is bullshit. And don’t talk to me about why you’re great at your job—I heard about how you screwed up with that poor model that had the drug problem. Did you ‘care’ about her, too? Or were you hoping she’d just disappear?”

For a moment I was too stunned to speak. “Yes, actually. I really did care about Camille. I still do. I might not have been able to save her on paper, or in the media, but you know what? I convinced her to get help. Probably saved her life. And that’s something I can be proud of. The rest is up to her.”

“Is that all true?” Hunter looked confused.

“Yes,” I told him. “I consider Camille to be a friend, and I hope when she gets out of all this that she’ll remember that. Do you think I’m entirely heartless and just in this business for a paycheck? Do I look like some emotionless machine?”

“No,” he said, looking down at the water. “You actually look . . . really great. Impressive, even. I’m glad we’re working together.”

The guy should have been a baseball player with all these curve balls. "Really?" I could smell that scent of mint on him again, and it was more intoxicating than anything I’d had to drink that night.

“Really.” His hot hands were on my wrists. When they constricted, I lifted my eyes and found him gazing down at me like I was the only woman in the world. In that mere second I was lost—I'd come undone. I should have backed away.

I didn't.

Hunter took my hands, pressing them against his chest, and then he pulled me into the hot tub. I thought about my new dress for half a breath; it had cost a pretty penny, it was probably the nicest thing I currently owned.

Water seeped into it, the weight holding me down and making it easier for me to stop struggling. That black dress was drowning, as dead as the tiny voice in my head warning me I was making the biggest all-out-fucking-mistake of my life.

And then all I could think about was his body pressing against mine. I could feel his strength, his heat, the power of his muscles through the clinging fabric. Hunter led me into the middle of the jacuzzi, his hold on me too gentle—too restrained.

In a single upwards tilt of my chin, his lips found mine. His mouth was as soft and sweet as I'd hoped for. One sweep of his tongue made my belly clench. Another had my knees folding, my insides twisting in a wet ball of heat. I was kissing an electrical socket that had smiled at me too many times today—I could sense the shock wave that would fry my existence and ruin me entirely.

And I didn't care. I didn't care at all.

Our tongues tangled, my body was right up against his and I could feel his hard cock through his swim trunks. All pretense was gone; whatever had held Hunter at bay before disintegrated. "Fuck," he growled along the still-dry side of my skull. "You feel so damn good, Jo."

He pressed up against me, creating pressure on my clit. I needed more and Hunter was eager to give it to me. He turned me around and unzipped my soaking wet dress, drawing it off my shoulders. It floated around my middle like a lily pad, neither of us caring if it stayed as long as it wasn't in the way any longer.

There was a worming noose of guilt tightening on me when he exposed my very boring black cotton bra and panties. I hadn't exactly expected to give a lingerie showcase tonight. But Hunter said nothing, he didn't even hint that he was disappointed I wasn't decked out the way some fashion model might be.

He kissed down my neck, across my shoulders, and down my back. He unclasped my bra and spun me into the edge of the jacuzzi, grabbing me from behind, kneading my tits, pulling me closer against him. As the cool night air hit my skin, I broke out into goosebumps and my nipples hardened within the fabric of my bra, aching with sensation.

Hunter twisted me back to face him with a low groan, kissing a line from the front of my neck down to my chest, sucking each nipple hard and slow until I gasped at the tightening throb in my clit.

Amber pools focused on me, his lust glossing the surface of his deep stare. "Talk to me," he suddenly demanded. My mouth opened a hair, his kiss shutting me up before I follow his command. He broke free with a raspy gasp. "Tell me you want to do this."

His words cleared some of my fog. I could have gone along quietly, and maybe I would have, but Hunter wouldn't have it. Was it because he was so edgy over being thought of as a manwhore? Or was it because he got off on hearing me tell him I wanted him?

I didn't know. It didn't matter. His eyes pulled the words out of me and I didn't have time to catch or question them. "Of course," I blurted. "I don't want to stop this. It's stupid—" I saw him flinch, I pushed on. "But whatever. We've gone this far."

His eyebrows leveled off into the same severe shape as his mouth. "Say it. You want me, Jo."

I pushed my hands down to the top of his boxers under the water. "I want you. Now take me inside, who knows who's been in this thing before us."

Laughing huskily, he scooped me up and climbed out into the air. The cold was brief, Hunter carted me into the hotel room like I was a football he was using to score. His suite was huge and empty now, and I fought down another brief wave of shame when I saw the remainders of the party.

I'd chased off all the women trying to sleep with Hunter tonight.

Here I was, now, sabotaging my efforts.

He dropped me onto his gigantic bed, neither of us commenting on how we were dripping water on the expensive blankets. With his weight over me, I wrapped my thighs around him and leaned up to savor his lips again. He ground against me in his dripping boxers, his erection almost painful with how furiously it rocked against my hardly-protected pussy.

“I’ve been wanting to do this all night," he breathed out in a rush.

I slid a hand between us, inside his boxers, taking his length in my hand. The warmth and size of it sent icy-hot tingles to my core. My moan was honest; helpless. I didn’t want to miss out on the one million erotic possibilities I had with Hunter. I hadn’t been with a man in months, and I’d never dreamed of being with someone as hot as he was, jackass behavior from earlier notwithstanding.

He cupped my cheek, making me look at him. Without blinking he smirked and said, “I'm going to fuck you, but you know that. What you might not know is how good it's going to be. I ruin girls, Jo. One taste of me and you'll be hooked and you can't do a damn thing about it."

I knew men who bragged. This wasn't a brag. Hunter was speaking with the curt certainty of someone who could see into the future. The brutal rawness of his promise hit me hard. My ears rang, blood surging through my whole being as I tried to keep up with the slick erotic urge he was building in me.

He rolled onto his side, showing off the gigantic tent in his boxers. Air fled my lungs at the sight of it. The flimsy and wet material did nothing to hide the arching shape of his thick cock.

Hunter went to reach down, but I beat him there. Crawling down his body I tugged at the elastic of his boxers. It came away easy, his dick springing out like it needed to breathe and the cloth had been suffocating it.

Swallowing, I laughed nervously. "Holy hell."

"I take that to mean you like what you see."

Flicking my eyes up at him, I stared at his naked cock with mixed emotion. There was a primal need in me, something that ached and throbbed and would have soaked my panties if they weren't already ruined from the jacuzzi. Hunter was intimidating—but one look at his smug, boyish grin, and I knew I couldn't back down.

Backing down was losing.

I hate losing.

Gently, I traced my finger down the soft underside of his shaft. Hunter groaned openly, his hips rising to meet my touch. Thrilled by his eagerness, I slid lower on the bed, my cheek nearing his cock. His scent made me dizzy, the musk clawing at me, coaxing me to give in and taste him.

At the tender lick of my tongue, he hissed my name. "Jo, fuck—that's so good." I wiggled my hips, reveling in the knowledge he was enjoying himself. I sure was. Wetting my lips, I started to swallow the tip of his fat cock-head. I wanted to go slow, but he'd have none of it.

Winding his fingers in my hair, he pushed me down until I was choking on his length. He was losing himself, forgetting in his lust that I needed oxygen. I was just as crazy; he tasted delicious, his veins flexing on my tongue and making me see stars.

A split second before I blacked out, he ripped himself free with a grunt. "Not like this," he said, breathing heavily. "I want to bury myself as far as I can into your tight pussy. That's where I belong."

“Hunter,” I gasped as he lowered himself onto me. I couldn’t help but run my hands over his biceps. They were rock-like beneath his smooth skin. I let my hand drift down his arm, feeling the sharp ridge of his triceps. He kissed my neck, his fingertips sliding low enough to tease me through my thin panties.

And then I did the unthinkable—I whimpered.

His chuckle was low and dark. "You can't resist me, can you? You can't stop—you want to lose control with me."

The pressure of his thumb on my clit was constant. Perfectly, like we'd made love a hundred times, he made patient circles that drove me wild. "Yes," I panted. "Let me just do this. Fuck me—no games, no regrets, just do it. I want you to."

"You're really sure?" he asked. He didn't stop playing with my swollen pussy lips, but there was no denying the intensity of his question. "You're sure you want me to ruin this corporate pussy of yours? Won't my parents be pissed?"

Damn, his parents. I saw red in my mind's eye—I knew what we were doing was stupid. And then Hunter twisted his fingers, pushing two of them against my slippery panties and right on through so they dug themselves and the fabric into my warm walls.

"
Fuck,"
I moaned, my eyes rolling in my skull. Using just one finger between the band of elastic and my skin, he pulled the thong slowly down my legs. He delicately brushed my clitoris, gently massaging me until my thighs were shaking. He knew his way around a woman’s body, and in that moment, I was thankful for his skills.

Spreading me open, he pressed his chest on mine. My nipples dug into his skin, as eager as the rest of me. I was peaking, taut and sweating with my orgasm so near. He flicked me lightly, dipping his fingers into my pussy then out again. "Please," I whispered.

It must have been the magic word, because he kissed me until I couldn't see. Shoving my knees apart, Hunter rubbed his rigid shaft up and down my soaked thighs. Fire exploded at the base of my skull, a voice that said,
Use a fucking condom!

Stretching me out, Hunter fed his cock into me inch by inch. I forgot what voices were or what common sense was; nothing had ever felt so amazing. Time ceased passing while he thrust in and out of me, holding me up to him with his arm around my lower back. He wasn't going easy, his body shuddered with exertion as he picked up his pace.

Each stroke was a solid impact, a burst of delirious pleasure rocketing to my core. He'd stopped talking, stopped teasing—this was about fulfilling our base desires. I'd given in to a weakness I never knew existed. And it was fine. If it could make me feel so fucking good, who cared if it was wrong?

Digging my nails into his back, I searched for solid ground. I was rushing towards orgasm and I had no way to stop it. My toes pointed, calves contracting painfully as every nerve in my body focused on achieving pure pleasure.

Hunter bit my ear, his breath scalding me. "I can tell you're close, baby doll. Come for me, let me feel you give in. I need it so damn bad. So do you."

His words broke me down. Fireworks crackled from my scalp to my belly. Hugging him tight, I shouted as loudly as any of the girls he'd probably slept with before had.
Don't think about them,
I demanded. Another hard stroke of his cock, and I wasn't. I could only focus on Hunter; his muscles, his warmth, how he was filling me to the brim.

Shaking with release, I closed my eyes and let the orgasm roll over me. "I'm there!" I sobbed, my hair getting in my eyes and mouth as I arched violently. "Fuck! I'm coming,

Hunter . . . I'm coming! Aah!"

"I know," he chuckled, groaning as I milked him. "Dammit, that's amazing. Keep going, I'm so close, I'm on the edge." With my juices soaking our skin and the blankets, Hunter pounded into me so hard the sound filled the room. Then, in a great flex of his arms and ass—which was excellent, by the way, and I made sure to feel it—he vibrated as his orgasm hit him.

Warm, thick come poured into me. Hunter swelled further somehow, causing me to whimper in surprise. It almost hurt but it was a
good
hurt, a deep massage hurt, a never forget this hurt.

He shuddered, thrusting long after he'd finished. Between us, I felt the thud of his heart. I'd gone from itching for release to suddenly longing to know what he was thinking. Hunter was too quiet after he'd been speaking so dirty to me seconds ago.

His amber eyes floated down, focusing on me as he came back to Earth. Two heart beats, three, and he still said nothing. It was a relief when his lips parted, though instead of noise, he simply kissed me.

The quiet weight of his body on mine was comforting. It was probably as close to snuggling as a guy like him ever got. The cloying warmth and safety sank into my bones. I shut my eyes, wanting to lavish in the strange but wonderful moment as long as I could.