Chapter 19
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Riley
Paul took Rosie to the store this morning, and my dad had an early meeting—that’s why everyone was away. No one knows what happened, and I made Hunter pinky swear not to say anything either.
After we picked up my stuff from my house, we dropped everything off at Hunter’s. I had changed clothes because he said he was taking me somewhere special. Imagine my surprise when we parked in front of Dr. Adams’s office. I’m so pissed at him right now; I could kick his ass!
“I’m not going in; you can’t make me do something I don’t want to.” I’m still buckled into the Jeep, and I’m not moving.
“Riley, just go in and talk to her. What harm can it do?” He’s pleading with me.
“This all started when I began seeing her, and now you want me to go back. Why, so I can have more nightmares and become the person I was this morning?” I thought if anyone would understand, it would be him.
“If she lets me, I’ll go in with you. If you don’t like how things are going, we’ll leave.” Deep down, I know he’s right; I don’t want that to ever happen to me again.
“Fine, only if she lets you sit in on the meeting with me.” I slam the door as I get out of the Jeep. That makes me feel a little better.
I spend the next hour reliving everything I spent the day trying to forget, while Hunter sits beside me, holding my hand. When the session ends, I feel completely drained, both physically and emotionally. She told me I had suppressed some of those memories because they were too painful to face.
Hunter helps me into the Jeep because my legs feel like Jello. He reaches over to buckle me in. “Thanks for staying with me.” I try to hold back a yawn.
“You’re welcome, beautiful.” He kisses the top of my head, and that’s all I remember until I wake up in his bed a few hours later.
My eyes open to complete darkness; not even a trace of light filters through the curtains.
I roll over and reach for Hunter, but he’s not there.
The sheets feel cold. Panic tightens in my chest. I throw off the sheets and head for the door.
When I swing it open, I see my dad sitting on the couch with Hunter.
Hunter’s instantly by my side, slipping his arm around my waist. “Hey, sleepyhead. Your dad stopped by to see you.”
He still feels like a stranger to me. “Dad, what are you doing here?”
“Rosie told me you packed a few things; I was curious about where you went.” He looks up at me, his lips pressed tightly together.
“I’m staying with Hunter for a few days; I’ll be back Monday when he goes to work.” Crossing my arms, I challenge him to change my mind.
“Well, that’s fine.” He looks at Hunter, then back at me. “I’m just making sure you two are safe and sound.”
Hunter walks him to the door as my dad whispers something to him. I see Hunter nod as Dad walks out the door.
“What the hell was that all about? Are you two tag-teaming me now? Let’s help Riley; she’s losing her mind.” Throwing myself onto the couch, I grab a pillow and hold it tightly to my chest.
Hunter rubs his face with his hands. It looks scruffy, like he needs a shave. He appears so exhausted, and I suddenly feel guilty. He’s been taking care of me all day, and I’ve been nothing but a jerk.
He sits down on the couch, our knees touching.
“Dr. Adams canceled your father’s appointment today so she could see you, but she told him I was the one who called.
Your dad came over to see how I was doing because he thought I needed an emergency appointment.
He believes you’re staying here this weekend to help me.
But don’t worry, I didn’t tell him the truth, Riley; that’s up to you, when you’re ready.
” He walks out of the room, and a few minutes later, I hear the rush of water. He’s taking a shower.
I messed that up big time, but I know a way I can make it up to him.
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Hunter
After washing up, I press my hands against the wall, letting the hot water run down my shoulders and back, hoping to relieve some of the tension that’s built up in me all day.
When I turn to let the water flow over the front of my body, I hear the click of the bathroom door.
As I start to turn off the water, Riley pulls back the curtain and steps into the shower fully clothed.
“Riley, what are you doing? You have your clothes on.” She looks up at me, tears welling in her eyes.
“Don’t be mad at me, Hunter.” Damn, she looks so small and vulnerable.
I quickly turn off the water and step out.
I reach for a towel and wrap it around my waist. She’s still in the shower when I lean in and grab the hem of her shirt, lifting it over her head.
I tug on the waistband of her sweatpants and pull them down to her ankles.
She’s standing there in a lacy blue bra, her breasts spilling over the top, and a matching thong!
Wrapping a towel around her, I lift her as her pants fall to the floor.
I walk into the bedroom with her body tucked into my chest. She’s shivering.
Sitting her on the edge of the bed, I grab the shirt and sweatpants she wore earlier today. “Riley, take your bra and panties off and put these on.” She sits there, staring into space.
I kneel on the floor right between her legs.
God help me. Holding her face with my hands, I try to make her look at me.
“Baby, I’m not mad at you; I could never be mad at you.
Please take off your wet clothes.” I plant little kisses all over her face until her hands get tangled in my hair.
She pulls my mouth down to hers, biting my bottom lip.
My dick instantly comes to life, making my towel slide off my waist to a heap on the floor.
She reaches forward to take me in her hands as she starts pumping me up and down, her thumb gently stroking across the head.
“Baby, I won’t be able to stop if you keep doing that.” A groan escapes from the back of my throat.
“Please don’t make me stop. I need you.” She loosens her hold just enough to unclasp her bra, which then falls to the floor. Her breasts spill free, and she’s stunning.
Picking her up, I lay her down in the middle of my bed. I grasp the waistband of her panties and pull them over her rounded hips, then toss them to the floor. She’s so damn beautiful, she takes my breath away.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” Lying down next to her, I wrap her in my arms.
“I want you to love me.” She looks up at me with so much sadness that it breaks my heart as her tears slide down her cheeks.
“I do love you, Riley, but we don’t need to make love for me to love you. You’ve had a long day; you need to rest.” Reaching over, I gently dry her cheeks with the palm of my hands.
Standing up, I pull on my sweatpants and reach over to gather her clothes.
When I turn around, she’s kneeling on the edge of the bed.
She lifts her arms so I can slide her shirt over her head, her breasts just inches from my mouth.
I grit my teeth to resist tasting each one.
Then she lies down so I can slip on her pants.
After I finish tugging them over her hips, she slips under the blankets.
After sliding under the covers, I pull her close, and she sighs with relief.
I don’t think I’ll get much sleep tonight; my body’s craving release, and with her ass pressed against me, I might need a cold shower once she falls asleep.
It hits me that I haven’t been laid since she moved in.
No wonder I feel like I’m about to burst.