Chapter 6
SIX
HUNTER
I’d gotten into Slade’s car, but as the front light went out and the parking lot went dark, I knew there was no damn way I was leaving Amy by herself.
Even knowing I was the last person she wanted to see, I got out of the car and stomped toward the bar.
Slade warned me that my pissed off mood was only going to make her madder, but I couldn’t cool myself down.
She’d been acting like a damn kid, and I was done with it.
Amy opened the door. Her bottom lip turned down in a pouty frown, a face I knew too well and a face that I missed even now as she wore it in front of me. It had only been a few days, but it already felt as if she’d been ignoring me forever. I was done with this silly dance.
“I’ve fucking told Jack that he can’t let you close up alone.”
She stared up at me, silent at first but then she twisted that pouty bottom lip, a sure sign that she was pissed. “You talked to my boss? You fucking talked to my boss? What right did you have to do that?”
“I’m just looking out for you because you don’t seem to understand that being in here alone at night, especially in this shitty ass neighborhood, isn’t safe. Anyone could show up here—”
“Yeah, I see that.” She walked to the first table and started piling the chairs on top. “But as you can see, I’m fine. I can use the broom to beat back any attackers. So get out and stop intruding on my life.”
I pushed the chairs off. They clattered to the floor.
She stared at them for a long second. Her angry, twisted bottom lip quivered slightly.
She rarely ever cried in front of me, and I was always thankful for that.
Seeing her cry made me soft as fucking pudding, and I didn’t need that.
“Shit, Street, it was a pair of fucking panties. I tossed them. I never even called the girl.”
“Well, you’re like a damn saint then. I thought I saw a halo floating over that big head of yours.” She moved to slide past me, but I took hold of her arm. She froze in my grasp but kept her face turned away.
“Look at me, dammit.” She reluctantly turned her face toward me.
Amy could be standing in a sea of beautiful women and hers would be the only face I saw.
It was something I would have told her if I hadn’t been such a fool.
But I was a fool. “You know how it is with me, Amy. Nothing’s changed. Why are you acting like this?”
The lip quiver dissolved into a sob and tears filled her eyes.
I was just about to pull her into my arms, but as quickly as she’d broken down into tears, a rush of anger surged through her.
She pulled her arm from my grasp and began pounding my chest with her fists.
And I let her. I stood there and let her swing at me with every ounce of rage she could muster.
“Everything’s changed. I’ve changed.” She hit me again. “I’m tired of waiting for a human being to peel out of this steel suit of armor,” she sobbed as she pounded me again.
I grabbed her wrists and stared at her. I knew everything about her, and she knew everything about me.
I’d been there through it all with her— her crappy childhood, her dad’s drowning, her mom’s sharp turn toward insanity, and she’d been there for me too.
More than once, she’d spent the night with me in the shed out behind her house, hiding me from my dad’s wrath and leather belt.
She always knew everything I was feeling, but she had never understood just how important she was to me.
“No matter what else I do, Street, you know at the end of the day, it’s you.
You have to know that. I’m sorry if I can’t promise any more. I just don’t have it to give.”
“It’s not enough.” She turned away from me. “You’re turning me inside out, Hunter.”
She stood facing the back wall of the bar for a few seconds.
Her thin shoulders lifted and fell with shuddering breaths.
Then she swung around and pressed herself against me.
I slammed my mouth down over hers. It was always raw and easy and natural with Amy.
No pretense or fake shit or worrying about pleasing the other person. The connection was solid and real.
I lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around me as my mouth devoured hers.
She’d left me wanting her like a fucking madman that night, and I hadn’t realized until right now how badly I needed to finish what we’d started.
“Fuck, baby, when you walked out on me the other night, I thought I would go nuts.” I sat her on the table.
She leaned back on her hands as I shoved her skirt up to her waist. Her perfect handful-sized tits pressed against her blouse.
I made an honest attempt at unbuttoning it, but impatience and the insane throbbing in my cock made me grab hold of the two sides of her blouse.
I ripped it open and the buttons went flying.
Other girls would have been pissed, but she groaned sweetly at having her shirt torn open.
The only time I didn’t use a condom was with Amy.
When I was with her, I wanted nothing between us.
It had always been that way when I was with her.
She wasn’t just a girl I met and fucked and walked away from.
She was Amy, a person who had been part of me for so long, I couldn’t remember a time without her.
Only a few lights were left on in the place. They glowed down on her making her look almost unearthly. To me, there was no one more beautiful, more funny, more goddamn irritating than Amy, and if she ever walked out of my life, I would be ripped wide open.
The round swell of her tits pushed up over the lacy pink bra.
Her eyes drifted shut and her head lolled back as I yanked off her panties.
“Why can’t I say no to you, Hunter? How did you take hold of me like this.
I can’t shake the thought of you . . . ever.
” Her voice came out on a soft mewl as I pushed her thighs wide open.
“There’s only one place in this world for me, baby, and that’s right here between your legs.” I opened my fly and pushed my pants down just enough to free my straining cock. She cried out as I pushed my cock inside of her. She was hot and slick with cream.
A tight, involuntary groan rolled up from my chest. “The only fucking place in the world for me,” I grunted.
Her eyes opened slightly, and she gazed at me from beneath long, dark lashes as I thrust my cock into her.
A mischievous smile curled her lips. She wrapped her long legs around me to pull me closer.
“More,” she whispered, “I need more of you.” Her head dropped back and the table wobbled beneath her.
“I want you to split me in two, Hunter.” She reached forward and grabbed my face. “Make me scream, damn you.”
Still buried inside of her, I grabbed her arms and put them around my neck.
My fingers dug into her perfect round ass as I lifted her off the table.
She squirmed in my arms, her small, lithe body moving against me as her pussy frantically grasped my cock, not wanting to let it go, wanting more of me.
Crazed and nearly drunk with need, I stomped toward the office and kicked open the door. It cracked off the opposite wall as I carried her inside.
The only light came from a small lamp on the desk and the computer monitor.
I didn’t need more. I had Amy’s body memorized like a poem, I knew every line, every rhythm, every word.
And I knew when she wanted it wild and unchecked.
The feverish look in her face assured me that was what she wanted now.
It took all my will, but I lifted her off of me.
She groaned in disapproval as her feet touched the ground.
“I need you naked, Street. I need you completely fucking naked right now.” I pushed the ripped shirt off of her shoulders.
Her smooth cheeks were blushed pink as she reached back and unclasped her bra.
She let it slide to the floor and then reached for my shirt.
“Nope, just you. Naked. Completely mine.” I reached forward and pushed her skirt to the ground.
She stepped out of it and kicked off her shoes.
She jumped into my arms and lifted her mouth to mine.
My tongue dragged across her bottom lip, that lip that changed with every mood, that lip that I just needed to think about for my cock to grow hard.
She was so small and thin in my arms, there were times when I had to hold back, afraid I might crush her. I needed that restraint right now.
I lifted my mouth from hers and stared down at her face.
“This is where you belong, baby. Right here in my arms, silky hot and willing. You’re the sweetest damn fuck in the world, my Street Corner Girl.
You are mine. Do you fucking hear me?” I kissed her hard, sure that I was leaving her lips swollen and bruised but unable to stop myself.
I took a breath. “Say it, baby. Tell me you’re mine. ”
“Hunter”—her warm breath brushed my mouth—“I’ve always been yours.” The tremble in her voice made me pause but then she reached down and took hold of my cock. All rational thought left my body.
Her small hand stroked me long and tenderly at first, then with an urgency that made me nearly spill my seed right there in her grasp.
I took hold of her wrist. “I need to be inside of you right now. I want you screaming out my fucking name.” I lifted her onto her toes for another kiss.