Chapter 8
BB
“Hello?”
I fight to withhold my groan as I hear Beau’s sleep-filled voice in my ear.
My cock jerks and I close my eyes trying to fight the wave of hunger that flows through me.
This doesn’t work because when I close my eyes, I remember her beautiful blonde hair falling all around as she sucked my cock into her mouth.
That makes everything worse, because I also vividly remember how it felt to have my fingers curled into Beau’s hair, urging her to take my cock deeper.
That of course makes me remember how it felt when I hit the back of her throat, and she swallowed around me … .
“If you’re not going to talk, I’m hanging up.”
“Harper,” I finally murmur, her name sounding hoarse as it falls from my lips.
“Hunter?”
“Hey, baby.”
“Do you know what time it is?” she asks. I note that she doesn’t sound annoyed. If anything, she’s mildly amused.
“Bedtime?” I hum, a smile on my face.
She giggles and I fucking love that so much that I snuggle down into the pillow. “It was past bedtime a while back, Cowboy. It’s like two in the morning.”
“Fuck,” I hiss. “I’m sorry, beautiful. I didn’t really check the time. Ty and I went to my parents for dinner. Then, I took him to the batting cages. We closed the place down and came home and played videogames.”
“I didn’t realize you were such a wild partier, Hunter.”
“Does this hurt my street cred?” I ask, smiling.
“I don’t know much about street cred, but I do know I like it.”
“That’s all that matters. Did you have a good day?”
“It was okay. The boys and I went out and shot some pool, had a few beers.” My body goes tight. The thought of her out with other men pisses me off in such a huge way that my body vibrates with the unwanted feelings. “Hunter?”
I clear my throat, trying to get around the anger that is threatening to choke me. “Who all was with you?”
“Hunter,” she sighs, so I know that she picked up on my annoyance. That’s not a surprise. What I’m feeling is so big that it’s kind of hard to hide.
“What? I was just wondering.”
“My men are my family, just like your brothers are yours. Besides, you and I are just friends.”
“It was an innocent question,” I mutter.
“I’m not that girl, Hunter.”
“What girl?” I ask, confused—yet, still kind of annoyed.
“I’m not the kind of girl to sit at home and do whatever some man tells her to do.
I live my life. I do it around the people I love and, in my life, every single one of those people are men.
That means if you’re going to be part of my life in whatever capacity that is, you need to understand and accept it. ”
I frown. “So, you’d be okay with me going out with a bunch of women and being the only one with a dick there?” I sound disbelieving because I am. I also seem to be getting angrier.
“That depends.”
“On what?” I ask.
“On if said dick has ever been inside any of those women or if it plans to be.”
Her words make me grin and the anger leaves me as quick as it came on. My lips stretch into a huge smile as I relax back into my pillow. “You’re in trouble now, Harper,” I purr.
“How do you figure?” she asks. If it’s possible, I can hear the trepidation in her voice. She should be worried, though. My woman just showed her cards.
“You care where my dick has been and where it’s going. I’m in there with you, even if you don’t want to admit it.”
“No. You’re not. I was talking purely in a hypothetical situation.”
“Well, I’m talking in a real situation. The last pussy my dick has been inside of is yours.
Despite me being an asshole who got his feelings hurt, yours is still the only pussy that me and my dick want inside.
So, if a situation occurred where I was out with all women, you could rest assured they are most likely, my mom, my aunt, my cousins and maybe some club old ladies that I’m on security detail for. ”
“We don’t have that kind of relationship, so it’s not like it matters, Hunter.”
“We do have that kind of relationship, Harper and if you keep denying it, I’m going to drive over there and spank your damn ass.”
“If you try that, it will be the last thing you do,” she huffs.
“Is that a dare, baby?”
“Did you just call to be an asshole?”
“I wanted to hear your voice,” I tell her honestly.
“Hunter …”
“Lookin’ forward to spendin’ more time with you, beautiful.” I wait for her to respond, but I hear nothing but silence. I start to worry she hung up. “You still with me, Harper?” I ask.
“I’m here.”
“Want to tell me what you’re thinking?”
“You won’t like it,” she mutters.
Shit. “Give it to me anyway, baby.”
“I know what you’re doing. The thing is, I’m just not sure I want to open the door and let you walk inside again, Hunter.”
“It would be different this time, Harper.”
“Kind of hard to believe that. There’s not a lot of trust between us.”
“Give me a chance—”
“Hunter,” she sighs out, clearly sounding torn.
“I’ll make you a fucking vow right now, Beau Harper. If you give me just one more chance, I will make sure that you do not regret it.”
“Dinner. Then …” She stops talking. I don’t push her.
I just wait. I don’t know if my wait was just a minute or longer.
I was too busy worrying that she was going to tell me to go fuck myself.
My hand tightens up on my phone by reflex.
This is too important. I’m not sure where to go from here if she doesn’t give me a chance.
I know that Beau turning her back on me is what I deserve.
It’s also something I can’t accept. This woman means something to me.
I’m truly starting to believe she was meant to be mine.
I never believed in soulmates—despite my father and uncle both saying that’s what Mom and Aunt Beth were to them.
Still, I don’t think I’d have this pull to Beau if there wasn’t something at work here.
I’ve never felt it before, and I have to believe that means something.
Sadly, I can’t lay that shit on her yet, not completely.
She’d probably think I was insane. I want time to get my head completely clear and straight.
I want to see her interact more with my son.
Yet, I know—unless something drastic happens—Beau Harper will be on the back of my bike.
She will be in my bed and most of all, she will be at my side and close to my son.
“Harper?” I prompt when she still hasn’t said anything else.
“Let’s just start with dinner and during that time you need to try not to do anything that makes me regret agreeing to spend time with you.”
“Sounds good, beautiful. How about I start showing you what an awesome man I can be by letting you go so you can get some sleep?”
“That actually does sound like a good plan.”
“Goodnight, Harper. I’m going to miss you.”
“Goodnight, Hunter, sweet dreams.”
“My dreams will be of you, so they should be fucking spectacular,” I purr.
“You’re such a damn flirt.”
“Hang up, Harper. I can’t make myself because I don’t want to let you go. That means you’re going to have to end this call for the both of us.”
“You’re weird Hunter Davis. You know that, right?”
“I’ve been told that,” I respond with a laugh.
“Sweet dreams,” she mutters again, but this time while disconnecting.
I bring my phone to where I’m laying down, already wishing that Beau would call me back.
“I’ve got it bad,” I mumble into the darkness in my room. That should worry the fuck out of me. Instead, I fall asleep with a smile on my face. I also do it while looking forward to tomorrow. That hasn’t happened in a fucking long time.
Just one more reason why I’m going to see this through. The promise of what I could have with Beau is better than anything I’ve ever tasted in my life. I won’t be giving it up without a fight. And just to say, I haven’t been beaten yet.
And I’m not going to start now.