7. Hunter #2
She’s wearing light blue jeans and a white crop top that shows way too much cleavage. She looks good enough to eat, and I notice multiple men eyeing her with as much hunger as I feel. This won’t do. I have to bundle her up in my jacket and get her the fuck out of here.
As I’m watching her, Axel fucking Bauer sidles up to Stevie and touches her arm, some fruity cocktail in his grip. He presses the glass into Stevie’s hand, and she smiles at him. Oh hell no.
Axel starts flirting with Stevie, and it’s like I’m back in high school, walking in on him and Alana in his bedroom. I’m going to kill him. I get up and start towards them, muscling my way through the massive crowd and plucking the cocktail from Stevie’s hand. I place it on a nearby table.
“She doesn’t drink,” I tell Axel, sliding an arm around Stevie’s waist. “And she’s with me.”
Axel looks shocked for a split second, then he grins. A fucking shit-eating grin I want to smack off his ugly face. “Well, if it isn’t Hunter Cruise.”
“You knew I would be here, asshole. You’re on my turf. Fuck off.”
He laughs. He knows he’s got me all riled up and he loves it. But I don’t give a fuck. I’m thisclose to ripping his head off. I maneuver Stevie behind me and square up to Axel. I’ve got two inches on him and it’s satisfying as fuck to look down on him.
His teammates swarm behind him, but I’ve got Jamie and Ryder on either side of me.
I don’t even know when they showed up, but now they’re shoulder to shoulder with me.
With the rage coursing through me right now, and the rage that’s always coursing through Ryder, the three of us could probably take on all seven of them.
“We don’t want any trouble,” Axel says slowly, pure malice in his eyes. “We just came to have some drinks.” He looks at his teammates. “Right, guys?”
“Have some drinks in your own fucking town,” Ryder growls, anger coming off of him in waves. We both take another step toward Axel, forcing him to back up a little.
“I’ll have drinks wherever the fuck I want,” Axel counters. “What the fuck are you doing here anyway, Cruise? You don’t drink. Go have your fucking soda at the local diner.”
I’m about to explode. Every muscle in my body is coiled and ready to spring. I clench my fist, then feel a soft hand covering it. Stevie.
“Gentlemen, gentlemen, what’s going on here?” A wiry figure wedges himself between me and Axel. It’s the bar manager, Malcolm, and the beefy security guard who’s usually at the door is right behind him. “Let’s all calm down. There’s no need for all this.”
Axel raises his hands, palms up, a look of utter innocence on his face.
“I’m cool. We’re cool, right, guys?” he says, turning to his teammates.
“We were just about to leave. See ya Friday, Cruise.” He smirks and steps away, the crowd parting before him like he’s Moses.
His teammates follow after him like obedient little ducks.
Stevie squeezes my still-clenched fist and I open my hand, twining my fingers with hers. Minutes later, I’m in the parking lot with Stevie, Jamie, and Ryder, making sure those fuckers truly left. Stevie’s hand is still in mine, and it feels fucking good to have her touching me.
“They’re gone,” Ryder says. “I’m gonna fuck them up on Friday. Sorry, James.”
Jamie shrugs. “Go for it.” He turns to me. “You alright? I’m heading home.”
“Yeah, I’m good.”
Ryder claps me on the back. “I’m out of here too.” I watch as they walk away to their respective cars and then I’m alone with Stevie. Her thumb strokes the back of my hand, and I realize I’m not good, not at all. I turn to face her.
“Why did you take that drink from him?”
“What?” She looks bewildered.
“Why’d you take that drink if you don’t drink?” I tower over her, using all of my six feet and three inches to my advantage. She takes a step back. “He put it in my hand,” she says.
“And you couldn’t have told him no?”
“Why are you angry with me?”
I’m not just angry; I’m enraged, and it’s not at her, but I need to take it out on someone. “Why were you smiling at him and flirting with him? You’re mine.”
Stevie blinks. “I was just being polite.”
I grab her shoulders and push until she’s backed up against my car. “You liked him? You thought he was good-looking?”
She shakes her head. “No. I mean, yeah, I guess he’s good-looking but—”
“Wrong answer.” I grab her face and shove my tongue down her throat. She tastes like fucking heaven. I capture her soft gasp and deepen the kiss, tugging at her lips, nipping and biting as lightly as I can so I don’t scare her off. She moans and falls into me.
I wrap one arm around her waist and use my other hand to grab the back of her head, sinking my fingers into her silky locks.
My dick roared to life the second my lips touched hers, and I rub my hard-on against her belly.
Breaking the kiss, I pull her head back by her hair and look down into her wide eyes.
“You gonna be a good girl and never smile at another man again, right?”
She nods, chest heaving. I lean down and suck on her cleavage, drawing another moan out of her. “You gonna let me fuck you raw and come inside your tight cunt, right?” I pull her hair, making it hurt this time. She gasps. “Right?” I repeat.
“Yes,” she says on a breathy sigh.
“Good girl.” I move my hand down her back to her ass and smack it. “You gonna suck my cock and swallow every last drop of my cum, right?”
“Yes.” She moans as I smack her ass again. Her cheeks are flushed, and she looks dazed.
“That’s my good girl.” I kiss her on the forehead and release her. “I’ll see you later.” Getting into my Bentley, I peel out of the parking lot, watching her standing there, shocked and utterly bewildered, in my rearview mirror.