Chapter 9 Hunter
Chapter Nine
HUNTER
I tied my twin brother into the passenger seat with some rope from the bed of my truck, and off we went, Angel sitting between us.
My fingers brushed by Angel’s soft thighs as I jammed the transmission into drive and stomped on the gas.
Whatever revenge she wanted, I would make it happen for her.
Henry awoke with a panicked snort, drool running down his face.
“Please, Angelise—” he rasped. “If you ever loved me, if you ever cared about me. Forgive me. You see before you a broken man. I regret my actions. They were indefensible! That’s not who I am anymore.
All I can do is throw myself on your mercy and beg for a second chance.
We’ve had so many happy years together. Please don’t let my mistakes in judgment mean you throw away what we have. ”
My twin’s voice cracked and I saw a tear roll down his cheek as he looked beseechingly at Angel.
My heart constricted and I forced myself to stare at the road. Henry was a suave, slick motherfucker, and I was a mechanic with rough hands who had never been good with speeches. What if she decided to forgive him? They had a lot of history together.
Could I even let her go? If it would make her happy?
Could I let her go back to him?
No, I didn’t think I was much of a fucking saint.
I’d always be planning Angel’s next kidnapping. No matter what she said, I wouldn’t ever let Henry have a chance to hurt her again.
Now he didn’t have a hold over me.
But—I didn’t want my Angel to still be in love with my brother.
Then I almost jumped out of my fucking skin when I felt a soft, sweet hand on my dick.
“Tell me, Henry,” she said coldly. “Since you claim you love me. What game did we play for days in a row when my grandma was sick in the hospital?”
“I—don’t remember,” he said, darting his eyes at me. “It was a long time ago.”
He didn’t remember, because he’d ordered me to go.
“I’m not doing this boring bullshit,” he’d said. “I don’t give two shits about her grandmother. But Angelise is making a big deal about it, so you can go sit with her in the hospital. I’m going to get my dick fucking wet with someone who doesn’t ask for shit.”
And I’d gone, sat next to Angel for three exquisitely torturous days, and left more hopelessly and totally in love than ever.
But she only sniffed at him.
“Hunter, what game was it?”
“Kings in the Corner,” I said.
She leaned over and drew my zipper down with clever, naughty fingers.
“You win.”
I sucked in my breath as she pulled my dick out of my pants, already throbbing with desire.
“You see, I’ll never touch you again, Henry Santerre. But your brother here? Well, I have to show appreciation for what he’s done for me. . .You haven’t done shit for me.”
She stroked up and down my cock as my hand tightened on the stick shift.
Henry strained at his bonds, but he was tied too tightly to escape.
“That’s disgusting,” he bit out angrily. “Get your hands off him! I never said you could do that! No matter what I did, you are still my wife! You belong to me!”
“On the contrary,” Angel said, “his balls are bigger than yours, his cum tastes better, and his dick can fuck longer. He’s the clear winner here.”
I felt my balls drawing up as she cupped them with one hand, then she bent down to run her tongue up the line of precum on the tip of my dick, drawing it slowly into her mouth as she looked up at me with a saucy look on her face.
Instantly, I was aching for her, desperately needing her.
Henry hissed and whined as she bobbed her head up and down on my cock, and she made him regret every single second, moaning as she stretched her mouth wider, her ass up in the air, wiggling in front of his face.
But he just. couldn’t. touch. it.
“Please don’t do this. Please, baby,” he begged. “It’s disgusting! I can’t bear to watch this! I thought you loved me!”
My hands clamped onto the wheel as we sped down the dark roads, forcing myself to slow down, because I could feel my orgasm coiling at the base of my spine.
“I don’t,” she said, making my heart leap in my throat.
It was too much to hope she cared for me, but this was something. . .
“He’s got no money!”
Angel paused, and I felt her smile around my dick.
“Neither will you when I’m through with you.”
She descended to my dick again, putting both hands around the base and taking as much of me in her mouth as she could, and because it was her, it didn’t matter how far down my cock she got, because her every touch had me on the fucking brink.
I jerked off the road as I exploded into her mouth, feeling like she could pull every drop of cum from my balls.
My hand rested on her head, my fingers clutching her long golden hair convulsively as she gulped down my cum.
“There’s still more,” I groaned, thrusting my hips up.
Angel squeaked but the adorable sounds of her gulps and swallows were unbelievably erotic.
“I love you,” I heard myself saying. “I love you so much. I’ve always loved you.”
Maybe I was babbling, but how was it possible every single time with her was the best ever?
Angel sat up, looking at me with those big blue eyes, her dark lashes blinking, like I had shocked her. Her pink tongue flicked out and licked up a drop of cum.
I hoped she wasn’t too angry. But I couldn’t regret saying it.
It was all true.
“I’m going to kill you,” Henry said bitterly. “It’s because she’ll be loaded when that grandfather of hers dies, isn’t it?”
I put my hand on the back of my brother’s throat and slammed his head into the dashboard.
“He’s a goddamn liar,” I said. “I want you. I don’t care about anything else.”
“I know,” she said, but I couldn’t interpret her expression. “Where the fuck are we?”
“We’re at my place, baby girl,” I replied, opening the door and helping her out. “Welcome home. There’s no one around for miles.”