Chapter Five
Lana
I have no idea how cold it is. Maybe thirty degrees, possibly colder. All I know is that snow is falling and somehow, I’m toasty warm. Maybe even too warm. Hot even. Yeah, hot.
It’s so freaking hot!
Hunter leans me up against the exterior brick at the back of the restaurant. His big, calloused hand on my throat. His peppermint breath against the lobe of my ear. “Is this what you wanted?”
I nod slowly, pretending I’m one of the confident girls in his books. The ones who are free with their sexuality and aren’t terrified on the inside like me.
His thumb brushes my jaw, and he tilts my chin just enough to make me look at him. “You teased me. You wanted to watch me break.”
“Didn’t take long.” I swallow hard as the words spill from my lips.
Who am I? How am I here in a back alley with Hunter Black? How are his hands all over me? How did I ever find the nerve to tease him, to flirt with that other man, and why is it driving him insane?
“You think this is a game?” His thumb brushes against my bottom lip. “You think you can get me all turned up and walk away?” His hand slides from my throat to my waist, gripping tight, and I feel the rough scrape of his palm through the thin fabric of my dress.
Okay, I’m not hot. I’m molten.
“I should take you right here,” he growls. “Let this little mountain town hear the punishment you deserve.”
The snow keeps falling soft and silent in the darkened night but everything between us is loud.
His breath.
My heartbeat.
The way his hand wanders down between my thighs.
His fingers pressing through the fabric slowly, like he’s testing how far I’ll let him go.
Spoiler alert… it’s so fucking far!
I gasp as the rough pads of his fingers graze over the top of my cotton panties, pressing into my wetness with pressure.
How is this so erotic? I’ve been touched before, but this is different. It’s not only the way he touches me. It’s how he watches me react. It’s how he studies me like he’s trying to remember every moment.
My thighs tremble and my breath catches as I let out a moan.
In between my breaths, he presses his lips against mine with a wild desperation I’ve never felt before.
The kind that makes you forget there are shoppers passing by thirty feet away.
The kind that makes you forget you’re standing in an alley behind a family restaurant in the middle of winter.
The kind that would make me forget my legs were attached if he wasn’t holding one thigh up against his hip.
I cling to him, fingers fisting the front of his coat as his massive cock pokes against my stomach. God, I want to feel him. I want to know what he sounds like grunting my name. I want to know what he feels like naked and sticky, thrusting inside of me.
Reaching out, I rub my hand down over the shape of the hard cock pulsing in his jeans. He’s thick and long in a way that my hand struggles to touch it all. I don’t even know how to comprehend what’s happening, so I stop trying and let the night happen.
Before another thought filters through, he’s pulling my breast from the top of my dress, he’s suckling my nipple, he’s sliding behind my panties, he’s scrubbing against my clit.
Oh God!
My thighs shake as he leans in harder, sliding his thick fingers inside of me as he continues to spin circles around my swollen nub.
“I saw your face when I touched that man in the restaurant. You liked watching me be bad, didn’t you?” I whisper the words, but again, I’m not sure who’s saying them.
Hunter grins and thrusts into me deeper. “You wanted me hard and furious, didn’t you?”
“I wanted you obsessed.”
“Oh,” he laughs under his breath as he leans against my ear with heat, “I’m obsessed. I’m so obsessed that I’m going to ruin this tight, little pussy for everyone else, but I’m going to need you to beg for it.”
“What?” I pant, as he thrusts me upward, his fingers hitting spots I didn’t know existed.
“You heard me. Beg for it. Beg me to come.” His tone is rough and ragged.
Snow falls in thick silence, dusting his shoulders, his hair, the curve of his jaw, like nature itself is trying to cool him down and failing miserably. He thrusts into me faster and harder, still scrubbing my clit in circles, his jaw tight, his eyes focused on mine.
“I need your cock. Please.” I don’t even know how that would work, but I need him here and now.
“Give me your come, baby. Right now!”
I’ve never come on command before, nor have I ever been commanded to come, but here I am, thighs shaking, body convulsing as I moan into his mouth and soak his hand.
“Good fucking girl. Let it all go.” His mouth hangs open slightly and his eyes hood as he watches my orgasm, studying me carefully as I scream out into the night.
It’s too loud. I know it’s too loud the second the sounds slide from my lips, but it’s confirmed when I hear the soft calls of a woman hollering into the alley back.
“Hello?” I know that voice. I’ve heard it a thousand times before, though right now I’m too rattled with the heat of the moment to identify it.
That and my tit is still exposed, and Hunter Black still has me pinned against the wall, one hand on my upper thigh, the other still pressing fingers securely inside of me.
I glance toward him, fear settling in the pit of my stomach. “Did you hear that or am I going crazy?”
“If you are, then we’re both insane. I heard it too. Sounded like the bookstore lady.”
My chest tightens. “The bookstore lady?”
He kisses the top of my head gently and pulls my dress back into place as I stand like a snow-covered troll in the alleyway, a shadowed figure quickly approaching.
“Lana!” Marley gasps. Her eyes dart back and forth between me, Hunter, and then finally land on the brick wall behind the both of us. “I, ugh, I thought someone was in trouble. Umm… sorry.”
“No trouble here. Just a couple of grownups making out in the alley. Totally normal Saturday night fun.” I laugh, trying to make light of the situation but she doesn’t laugh back.
Good Lord, this is a small town.
“So sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt. I just—”
“No. I mean, I could’ve been in trouble. That’s a rational realization. That’s why I love Rugged Mountain so much. Everyone looks out for everyone.”
Marley blinks. “Right. Totally. I just… yeah. I’ll let you two…” She gestures vaguely at the brick wall, then spins on her heel, shuffling away quickly.
I’m not sure I’ve ever been more embarrassed in my life.
Hunter’s hand is still on my thigh, my dress is barely staying up, but all I can feel is my heart trying to punch its way out of my chest.
“I should go,” I say, not looking at him. “I have to open the bookstore in the morning, and I… I need to not be standing in an alley with my nipple out.”
He chuckles, low and warm, brushing snow from my shoulder before leaning in to kiss the corner of my mouth. It’s a gentle contrast to the man that just wrecked me against a brick wall a few minutes ago, and I’m not sure where to file it. “I guess that’s fair. I’ll walk you back to your car.”
I nod gratefully. Not for the walk, but for the space.
For the fact that he doesn’t push. Grateful for the silence between us, and for the snow that keeps falling like it’s trying to cover up the mess I’ve become.
I mean, who the hell am I? What do I think I’m doing?
I just let a man finger me in an alleyway.
I just let Hunter Black finger me in the alley.
I’ve lost it! Completely and utterly lost it!
How else could I do what I just did, then join the stream of wholesome folks Christmas shopping for toys and baked goods?
I wrap my arms around myself as the twinkling white lights blur before me and the light hum of Christmas music fades into the distance.
It’s a short walk back to my car but I realize somewhere between the wreaths and window displays that I’m not talking to one of Hunter’s characters. I’m not fantasizing about a life I’m never going to have.
I’m actually living it.