25. Emma
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
emma
I woke up to a ten-minute voice message from Hunter.
My cheeks were bright red, heat flushing my body as I listened to him moan. Holy shit, he'd really done it. He'd really sent me ten fucking minutes of him moaning and groaning and whimpering my name, begging for my pussy.
Oh my God, this was the hottest thing ever.
I sat up in bed, staring at the screen. He sent this to me at 1 a.m. I shook my head, glancing over at my bedside table clock. It was early in the morning, and I needed to get ready for work. But I’d be thinking about him all fucking day.
A plan began to formulate. I got out of bed, pressed play again, letting Hunter’s moan float through the house as I got ready for the day. I shook my head as I pulled my hair back, did my makeup, went downstairs and made a cup of coffee. Fuck, Emma. Emma I need you. Emma I want to be inside you.
As my second listen through ended, I took a sip of my coffee, a long thoughtful sip. Then, I opened up the cabinet underneath my sink, got down on my knees, and broke the pipe.
I grabbed my phone and snapped a photo, sending it to Hunter.
Me: Oh no. My sink is broken. Do you think you’d have time to fix it today? Maybe around lunch?
Dimples : Sure. I can work that into my schedule for you.
Me : Thank you, sir ;)
Dimples : Of course. Can’t let you go a day with a broken pipe.
I grinned.
Me : Lunch is at noon :P
Dimples : Perfect, I’m starving for you.
“ Sir ,” I hissed, setting the phone on the counter. I’d really lost my mind. I’d just broken a sink pipe—one I knew how to fix—just so he’d come over here and lay on the floor for me.
I was already turned on.
I suffered through meetings with my first two clients. Everything went smoothly, but they dragged on forever . Every minute that went by was torture.
My last call for the morning went by fast. As soon it was over, I snapped my laptop shut and ran upstairs. I changed into a short sundress that barely covered my ass. I pulled my bun out, letting my curls unravel.
I jumped when a knock echoed through the house. Donnie let out a couple of barks, following me as I got up and went to the door.
I opened it and swallowed hard.
Hunter stood there.
In gray sweatpants.
And a black shirt that hugged him in all the right places.
His dark hair was mussed, the silver flecks in his sideburns glinting in the sunlight. He held up a tool kit and a bag of supplies from the home store. “Hello, Ms. Madden,” he said. His eyes fell to Donnie, who was wiggling with excitement. He leaned down and gave him a few pets until he was content.
“Hi.” Fuck, I just want to jump him right now.
Hunter smirked slowly and straightened. “Gonna let me in? Would hate to keep a busy woman like you from the rest of your day.”
“Of course.” I stepped aside and leaned up for a kiss, but he muscled past me like he was a professional plumber and not the man that had sent me whimpers and moans to wake up to this morning. “Kitchen is on the left.”
He set the bag on the counter. I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned against the door frame as he knelt down, opening the cabinets. He let out a long hum.
“Wow,” he said. “What an interesting break. Can’t say I’ve ever seen anything like it.”
“Yeah,” I said, inspecting my nails. “Not sure how it happened.”
He looked up at me and winked. “I’ll get it fixed.”
My mouth fell open as he started to pull out his tools. He rolled over onto his back on the floor. The hem of his shirt hiked up slightly, exposing his stomach.
I suddenly felt really fucking thirsty. I licked my lips as he let out a hum.
“Ma’am, do you mind handing me the bag on the counter?”
“Sure,” I said quickly. I grabbed the bag off the counter and then stepped over him as he reached up, handing it to him. “Need any help?”
“Hmm. How about you hold the flashlight for me? That would be very helpful.”
“I can do that,” I said.
He handed me the flashlight as he pulled the pipes out of the bag. He then grabbed his tools from the box and got to work.
And I held the flashlight.
Am I being a good girl?
The question was on the tip of my tongue.
I looked down between us and my eyes widened. I could see the shape of his cock through these pants, and how hard he was. Fuck. I want him. I want him so bad.
“Can you angle the flashlight up?” he asked.
The only way I could do that was if I lowered myself, which meant I’d be sitting on him. I slowly lowered down until I was seated on his chest. I leaned forward, shining the light beneath the sink.
He just went back to work.
Fuck.
“Hunter,” I whispered.
“It’s Mr. Harlow, ma’am.”
I narrowed my eyes on him. “ Mr . Harlow.”
“Can you lean in a little closer?”
I sucked in a breath and planted a hand on his chest, leaning in further. I watched as he finished securing the pipe and patched everything up.
“Thank you,” he said. “You can get up now.”
I didn’t want to. I lingered for a moment and then slid back, grinding over his hard cock as I got to my feet. He slid out from under the sink and stood up, towering over me.
I fought a smile, looking at the erection straining against his pants. How in the hell was he keeping this up?
“Alright,” he said. “Should be fixed up. How would you like to pay today?”
Oh.
I batted my eyelashes and took a step closer. “Well, you see, I’m on a really tight budget…”
He made a smooth tsk-tsk-tsk sound. “That’s a shame, Ms. Madden.”
“It really is… Do you take any other forms of payment?”
“Hmm.” His eyes danced with excitement. “Maybe I can…”
I leaned past him and put the flashlight on the counter. I grabbed the hem of my dress and held his gaze as I pulled it up, tugging it over my head and tossing it to the floor. I wasn’t wearing a bra, only a bright green thong.
My nipples hardened under the full weight of his attention.
“I can offer you lunch,” I said with a smile.
“I see,” he whispered. “I am starving after all that hard work.”
“I can see that,” I said. “You can use me however you want to.”
“I think I’ll have to do that,” he said.
He moved in a blur. One second, I was standing in front of him, and the next I was squealing as he lifted me up, sitting me on the counter. I gasped as he looped his fingers in the thong and pulled it free, kneeling down as he cradled my calves.
“Show me how you’re paying.”
My breaths quickened as I spread my legs, running my fingers over my clit in front of his face. He kissed up my inner thighs until his tongue met my pussy. I gasped as he draped my legs over his shoulders, diving in.
Hunter Harlow was a man determined to die between my thighs. I gasped, pulling his hair as his tongue fucked me, his hands gripping my hips and holding me on the edge of the counter.
“Fuck,” I groaned.
He drew back, licking his lips. “You’re already so fucking wet, Ms. Madden.”
“Will this payment work for you?” I moaned.
Hunter chuckled and turned his head, sinking his teeth into my inner thigh like a goddamn vampire. I arched against him as he sucked on the bite, his tongue chasing the pain with pleasure.
“This will do.”
He drove his tongue back inside me, eliciting another cry. I held the edge of the counter, rocking against him as he fucked me with his mouth, sucking on my clit, tonguing my pussy. The orgasm burst through me out of nowhere. He held me in place, his tongue licking me through it.
“Fuck,” I panted. “This is so hot?—”
He pulled me off the counter. I stumbled forward as my feet hit the ground and he turned me around, shoving my breasts against the cool top. I gasped as I felt his cock against me. He lifted one of my legs, grabbed a fistful of hair, and shoved into me with ease.
I was so fucking wet for him. I grunted as he started to fuck me, every thrust rough and dominant. This was better than any fantasy or porn I’d watched. Every muscle in my body thrummed with the pleasure of being thoroughly fucked in exactly the way I craved.
He pulled my hair taut. “Begging for you last night was one of the hottest things I’ve ever done,” he said.
I made a noise of agreement. “I’ve been wanting you all day.”
“So you broke the pipe?”
“It was worth it,” I moaned, my eyes rolling back.
He fucked me harder, our skin slapping together. I lost myself to him—his to use, his to fuck.
“Emma. Fuck,” he rasped. “I need to see your face.”
He pulled out of me and spun me around. I reached up, wrapping my arms around his neck as he lifted me. My legs tightened around his waist as he pushed into me again, our lips meeting in a fevered kiss.
I reached for his wrist, grabbing hold of it and guiding his hand to my neck. He growled as his fingers circled it, squeezing the sides gently as he continued to thrust in and out.
Pleasure continued to roll through me in relentless waves as he fucked me. He pressed his forehead to mine, our lips brushing with each pump. My breath shuttered between us, my entire body melting into his.
“ Emma .” He gave a final thrust, holding me as he came. I closed my eyes, my head tipping back as I reveled in the feeling of him filling me.
His chest rose with heavy pants. He released my neck, kissing me again, running his knuckles up and down my chest. His touch was gentle and reverent.
I kissed him again, relaxing completely.
It was crazy to think now that I ever hated him. The more I got to know the real Hunter, the more I realized I was falling for him.
That scared the shit out of me.
In all the relationships I’ve had, I couldn't say I've ever truly been in love. Not the kind of love that made me feel like I was free-falling without a parachute. I hadn’t felt like I’d found the person I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I've never felt seen or loved or cared for, not in the way I so desperately craved. Not in the way I saw my friends be loved and cared for.
I wanted that with him. I wanted this to be real.
But I wasn't certain he would ever be open to the possibility of us being right for each other, when we’d been saying we were so wrong for so long.
He kissed my forehead again and let out a soft hum. “I have to get to the vineyard,” he sighed. “But I want to see you again this week.”
“We could have dinner Friday night,” I offered. “If that works for you.”
“It does,” he said. “Or any night. I’m usually done working around dinnertime.”
“Me too. I wish…” I trailed off and swallowed hard.
“You wish what?”
I wish you’d come over tonight. But that would be too much, right? “Nothing. I’ll see you Friday.”
He slowly pulled out of me and groaned, looking down between us.
“Shit,” I mumbled. “Let me go get a towel.”
I slid past him and ran upstairs, grabbing a towel for the two of us. When I came back down, he was over the counter, his brows drawn together in a scowl.
“Emma, what the fuck is this?”
Fuck.
The letters I’d gotten were spread out on the counter, the photos too. “Do you just go around looking through mail?” I snapped. I reached past him to grab them, but he shook his head, stopping me.
“Emma, what the hell? This is crazy. When did these start showing up? This is a fucking picture of us!”
My heart dropped. “Can you pull up your pants if you’re going to scold me?”
“I’m not… fuck. Okay, hold on. Let’s get cleaned up first.”
An uneasy silence settled between us as we both cleaned up. He grabbed the towel and before I could protest, knelt down, spread my legs, and wiped up his cum. My cheeks turned three shades of red.
“I… I didn’t want to burden anyone with those,” I said.
He shook his head, his brows furrowed. “I’ll throw this in the wash.”
He was mad. I knew he was. I grabbed my dress and slid it back on as he left the kitchen. I heard the washer open and sighed, leaning against the counter. As I looked at the letters and the photos, my blood pressure shot higher.
Hunter returned to the kitchen and washed his hands, then redressed.
“You have to go to the vineyard,” I said.
“This is way more important,” he said firmly. “The vineyard will survive without me. Now, please, tell me. What is going on?”