Chapter 21 #2
I sit up so she can straddle me. When she presses against the hardness at her core and rocks against it, she tugs at my hair, pulling my mouth to hers so she can devour me.
I realize we can’t stay on the beach if I want to be inside her, so I grab her ass, lift her, and her legs wrap around me as I stand up.
“Where are we going?” she asks breathlessly.
“Contrary to the movies, having sex on the beach isn’t physically possible.” She frowns at me. I’m sure it would be romantic, but I don’t want sand getting anywhere near her girlie parts.
When we get inside, I set her on her feet, but I’m unsure whether to take her to my room or just toss her onto the couch.
She makes the choice for me when she grabs my hand and leads me upstairs.
She stands at the edge of the bed, her hands by her sides, staring at me with those dark, stormy eyes. God, she’s so beautiful.
Before I know it, she’s striding over to me, my favorite blue bikini already on the floor at her feet.
My mouth trails down her jaw as my hands cup her breasts, rubbing her nipples with the pad of my thumbs.
I run my tongue down her neck, lingering long enough to stroke over her pulse.
She thrusts my hips forward, so my erection is pressed against her.
My mouth wanders down her chest, tasting, licking, and nipping at her tender flesh until I draw in her nipple with my teeth, flicking my tongue across her sensitive bud.
I feel her body tremble against me; she’s so close to shattering, I pick her up and place her in the middle of my bed.
She watches me as I strip down to join her, and soon she reaches out to wrap her hands around me. I part her legs as I position myself between them. I’m about to enter her when she surprises me by flipping me over. Now she’s on top of me, wanting control.
I can’t help the grin spreading across my face when I see her straddling me with my dick in her hand. “Are you sure you want it this way, baby?”
She nods as she guides me into her slippery folds.
I’m addicted to her warm heat as her body draws me in, inch by glorious inch.
She places her hands on my shoulders as she slides over me.
I can’t help but grab her curvy hips as I plunge deep inside her, over and over again until I feel her constrict around me as she cries out, “Yes, yes… I’m coming. ”
Her body collapses against mine. I grab her face and crush my mouth to hers.
Our tongues dance as I wrap my arms around her, flipping her over with our bodies still joined.
I glide in and out of her with a need like I’ve never felt before.
I grip her shoulders as I thrust deep inside her, wanting to be one with her.
I feel her body tremble beneath me, ready to explode again.
“That’s it, baby; come with me.” I feel her tighten around me as we shatter together.
I roll off her so she can catch her breath, pulling her into my arms. We lie like this for several minutes, content. Then she looks up at me all innocently and says, “I’m starving. Let’s go eat.”
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Riley
Today has been the most incredible day I’ve spent with Hunter so far. I’m so grateful he trusted me enough to take me to the cottage where he spent his summers. I can’t believe I’m the first person he's ever brought there.
Walking into that hallway and seeing all those pictures hanging on the walls was amazing.
I noticed that each one had been taken at just the right moment, with the children smiling or laughing—no sad ones among them.
It shows me that real love can exist within families; not everyone is as dysfunctional as mine.
If someone had told me several weeks ago that I’d fall deeply in love with a man in such a short time, I would have laughed.
I didn’t believe in love at first sight, or at least I didn’t back then, but now I’m not so sure.
I planned to move here so I could attend college and pursue my dream of becoming a teacher.
If someone had reached out to me when I was younger, my entire world might have changed for the better.
That’s what I hope to do, even if I can only help one child at a time.
I don’t know where he’s taking me tonight; he won’t tell me because it’s a surprise.
But he did ask me to dress up—” something sexy” was his exact words.
When I look in my closet, I don’t see anything remotely sexy in there.
I have a few skirts, some sundresses, and only one formal dress.
It’s not a little black dress that all the fashion magazines insist every woman should own, but it will have to do.
The dress is sleeveless with a scoop neckline, revealing some cleavage.
It fits snugly in the bodice but flares out at the hips and reaches around mid-thigh.
It features a pretty floral print. I bought it to wear under my gown for graduation, the one event my mother attended, to maintain appearances.
I slip on the white heels I bought to match the dress, then turn to look in the mirror.
For the first time in my life, I feel pretty. I hope Hunter thinks so too.
I go downstairs as he enters through the front door. When he looks up and notices me, a slow grin appears on his face, and I get the sense that he likes what he sees.
“You look gorgeous, baby. I can’t wait to show you off.” He takes my hands in his as I walk down the last step.
“What do you mean by show me off? Where are you taking me?” I don’t like that look on his face.
“Just remember that you’re mine, and I will never share you with anyone else.” He kisses me softly while sliding his hands up my arms. God, the man is already making me fall apart.
He looks fantastic tonight, wearing dark blue jeans that sit low on his hips and a pale blue Henley that highlights his eyes. He smells amazing—like a blend of his body wash, clean clothes, and that distinctive masculine scent. I could get lost in that smell and die a very happy woman.
We pull into Margaritaville's parking lot, and I turn to look at him as he gets out of the Jeep and walks over to open my door.
“You told me that you like to dance; this club allows eighteen-year-olds.” He grabs my hand and pulls me toward the door. He’s trying to be thoughtful, but how can I dance in this short dress?
He guides me to a table in the corner, and I’m happy to see Connor, Zoe, and Grayson already sitting there. However, I feel overdressed when I get close enough to see they're in shorts and tank tops.
What the hell!
“You look beautiful tonight,” Grayson says as Connor whistles.
“Can I get you something to drink?” Hunter strokes my cheek with his thumb; he knows I’m overdressed.
“Just a sparkling water with a lemon twist.” I force a smile.
Once he returns with our drinks, I sit back and listen to everyone’s conversations. I can’t tell anyone what we did today because no one knows about the cottage, so I just smile and nod my head.
When nine o’clock strikes, the music starts. It’s too loud to talk now, that’s for sure. The dance floor fills up quickly. I have to laugh because back where I come from, it takes us much longer to loosen up. I guess we Northerners are more bashful, or we just need a little more liquid courage.
Hunter grabs my arm as he pulls me onto the dance floor. I’m not too embarrassed because I probably won't see these people again. I glance around to see all three of our friends dancing together—Connor’s a happy man right now.
Hunter wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me close.
My hands immediately move to his chest and tangle in his shirt.
I can’t stay mad at him, especially when he’s nuzzling my neck like this.
His hips sway to the beat of the music, bringing mine along for the ride.
Our bodies fit together perfectly, whether in bed or on the dance floor.
A fast song starts playing next, and just as I’m about to run, he grabs my arm, spinning me around so my back presses against his chest. Then he places his hands flat against my stomach as he pulls me closer.
I can feel his hips swaying with the beat.
I close my eyes as I slide my body down his, gyrating my hips and stroking his legs on the way down.
When I slide back up, I hear a low growl as he whispers in my ear, “If you do that again, I might have to take you home.” I can feel his arousal through the thick fabric of his jeans.
Hunter’s an incredible dancer; I think we could give Patrick Swayze and Jennifer Grey a run for their money. He chuckled when I told him I don’t do lifts, especially in this dress. Time flies as we dance, gyrate, grope, and seize the night. I’m having so much fun!
When a slow song begins, I turn to see lustful eyes gazing back at me.
That look makes my panties damp. He cups my face in his hands and kisses me slowly, passionately, while my arms wrap around his waist. I can’t even recall what song was playing because he kept kissing me like that until the song ended.
He leans his forehead against mine, and we’re both breathing heavily, our hearts pounding. We stay like this for several minutes until he breaks the silence. “Do you want to leave?”
“I just need to use the restroom first.”
As I open the bathroom door to leave, I hear a familiar voice. “I can’t believe you fuck him, but you wouldn’t fuck me!”
Before I get a chance to run, the figure pushes me back into the restroom, blocking the door. I look up to see Parker standing in front of me. Shouldn’t he still be in rehab?
“Someone will come in any minute. Please, let me go.” I try to move around him, but he raises his hands.
“Did he tell you he slept with my sister? It’s only a matter of time before he breaks your heart, too. Why are you wasting time with him when you could be with me? He’s a total man-whore!” he yells, the alcohol heavy on his breath.