Chapter 39
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Eleanor
Stars are pretty alone but spectacular when experienced together.
N o one has ever trusted me with the demons in their soul. Hunter has laid bare his vulnerability completely, and it’s a gift I will treasure for as long as I live. I haven’t lied; I will include him in my plans, but I can’t turn away from my own vengeance. He should more than understand that, given his history. I recognize the guilt still guiding his actions, and I want to reassure him it fades with time. But even now, I am driven by the retribution I need to deliver on behalf of my mother. The ever-present knowledge that she’d still be breathing if it wasn’t for me, sits heavy on my chest.
He’s quiet as we finish the journey back to his apartment, and I find myself hoping for his unfailingly optimistic and sunny outlook to reappear from the storm clouds riding with us. But they follow us all the way, sitting heavy on our shoulders as we head up the stairs and into his home. Charlie greets us like we’ve been gone for weeks, and apart from a gentle tummy rub, Hunter doesn’t acknowledge him before drifting down the hallway and disappearing into his bedroom. His door clicks closed, and I sigh at Charlie who looks confused.
The problem with Hunter moving my shit into his room is I have nowhere to retreat to that’s my own, and he clearly doesn’t want to be disturbed. I take Charlie out to the yard for a toilet trip, only to realize he squats rather than cocks when he pees. I dawdle as long as possible, but once we’ve had enough of the blazing sun, we head back in. Charlie settles in front of Hunter’s door, a soft whine echoing around the room. My laptop is on the dining table, so I make a coffee, grab a slice of pie from the refrigerator, and snort at Hunter’s latest message.
Leave a slice for me, trouble.
I fall into my work, finally finding a little information on Jonathan’s rescheduled retreat. His new location is in LA. Figures. Home of the rich and famous where criminality is an expectation. Plus, the more exclusive you make it, the more people clamber to get in. What is really interesting is the timing. Next weekend. He hasn’t postponed it at all; in fact, he’s brought it forward. What are you playing at, Jonathan?
Christopher has sent my Grace email a total of four hundred fifty-six emails now. He’s escalating as opposed to losing interest. I have the emails flagged for keywords, so I don’t have to read them all to figure out if he’s actually located me. I still think we are making a mistake staying here. The only reason Christopher is attempting to get to me through emails, rather than banging on Hunter’s door, is because whatever chaos Hunter unleashed is taking up his time. That won’t last forever. My gut tells me Christopher won’t send someone in his place to find me. He enjoys the fear, the anxiety, the looking over shoulders too much to hand it off to someone else. He would want to witness it all and bask in the power he holds before snatching me and I disappear like many before me. Not. Happening.
Jonathan hasn’t been on the flight manifest for any commercial airlines, and it doesn’t look like he’s used any of the private jets he typically commandeers from his high-profile customers. Where are you? On a whim, I set off a worldwide search to delve a little deeper, as well as scanning the dark web for chatter about his latest shipments. He rarely gets his hands dirty. If he did, I would have been able to take him down much sooner by having undeniable proof. But he keeps enough layers between him and the lowest tier of people to ensure plausible deniability.
I glance at the time on my laptop. Two hours, and he still hasn’t come out of his bedroom. I glance at Charlie, both of us worried for the seemingly unflappable man we live with. I get it, more than he realizes. I don’t want to pry, but I would prefer to have my eyes on him right now. Plus, we have unfinished business. This time, I’m going to make sure I don’t pass out cold on his bed from an orgasm—even a mind-blowing one. But I should try to remain conscious to get to the main event. I could march into his room and demand he fuck me senseless, but it would be a temporary reprieve. He has to choose to come out of the torment. Maybe I should give him an incentive?
I flip open my phone and pull up the message thread with Gail, then change my mind and switch to Honor. She knows him better, and it’s not my psychological needs I’m mastering here, it’s his.
Ghost
Hypothetical situation...
Her response is immediate.
Honor
Hit me.
Ghost
If the man you are falling for is lost inside his own psychological pain and torment, how would you get him to come back to you?
Honor
First of all, gghhjjjllllsssskkkmmmmm.
Ghost
That doesn’t even contain a vowel.
Honor
It’s my response to you falling for Hunter. I KNEW IT. You’ve made me a very happy girl as Fox now lost our bet.
Ghost
I don’t even want to know.
Honor
Okay, what kind of pain and torment are we talking about here?
I don’t want to betray his confidence and tell Honor his secrets, but I need to give her enough for context.
Ghost
A family member got hurt, and he blames himself for not being available. We went to see them, and he told me the details. When we got home, he locked himself in the bedroom and hasn’t come out since.
Honor
Did you try speaking to him?
Ghost
What would I say? He knows I’m here.
Honor
Wait! Let me ask Fox for a male perspective.
I tap my fingers against my phone as I wait for her to consult her husband. It makes sense she would ask him as male and female brains process things differently.
Honor
Umm... so my suggestion and his suggestion differ vastly. Therefore, I’m giving you both.
Ghost
I like options.
Honor
Great! I think you should make him his favorite food, give him a back rub, and ask him if he wants to talk about it some more.
Ghost
Pass. Next option.
Honor
Was it the massage?
Ghost
No, the cooking. I don’t think we should rely on my subpar culinary skills if we want him to remain breathing. What is Fox’s suggestion?
Honor
Nudes.
Ghost
Sorry, what?
Honor
He thinks you should take a picture of yourself in a minimally dressed state and send it to him. Apparently, that will be enough to snap him out of his head and come find you.
That’s close to what I was already contemplating anyway, and that way, I’m not demanding, I’m coaxing, and it’s still his choice. But I’ve never even taken a picture of myself in a bathing suit, and I don’t really have anything super sexy here either.
Honor
Ghost? You there?
Ghost
Yeah, thanks. I’ll give it a go.
Honor
Report back!
I snort as I switch off my phone and shut my laptop. Charlie tilts his head. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll stop being a coward and go rescue your daddy from his crisis.”
Now, how does one snap a tattooed bad boy biker out of his self-induced pity party? I bite my lip as my gaze catches on the coat hook near the door. Right. I give Charlie one last belly rub to tide him over and take my phone and outfit idea into the guest room. Stripping out of everything but my panties and heels, I pull on the jacket, immediately engulfed by a mix of his scent and leather. Well, it’s turning me on, so I hope it does the same for him. I undo my braid and admire the waves left in my hair before relaxing back on the bed. Playing around with my camera, I decide black and white is the most flattering filter before taking a few shots. Dear God, looking sexy is an art I am not adept in. I sigh and pull up Honor’s number, giving her a call.
“That was fast! My guy needs to practice a little tantric.”
“I can’t get it right.”
“What? Being naked? Take your clothes off.”
I roll my eyes. “I got that part, but being naked and being sexy are not synonymous.”
“Do you want to show me?”
Biting my lip, I decide we passed weird the day I helped murder her first husband. “Are you alone?”
As much as I need the help, I don’t want Fox involved.
“No, but he’s busy driving. Flip to video and let’s see what we are working with.”
Before I second guess myself, I do just that. Honor whistles low. “Damn, girl, you do not mess around. You’re enough to tempt a straight woman.”
“Hey,” Fox grumbles.
“I can’t help it!” She groans. “With all that mussed hair, leather jacket, and hint of a tattoo—she’s gorgeous.”
Fox’s head suddenly appears on screen as the car appears to stop moving. “Send him that.”
He’s gone before I can berate him, and Honor gives me the thumbs up. “If you want to be a really big tease, zip up the jacket a little, but leave your cleavage on show. And they’re suckers for red lipstick if you have any.”
“I concur,” Fox adds.
“Thanks,” I tell them and end the call. Red lipstick? That would be in the bathroom, which means I would need to sneak in and grab it. I can manage stealth mode. After setting my phone on the bed, I edge the closet door open and release a breath when I notice the other one is closed. I sneak in and take my red lipstick, then grab the red silk panties on impulse on the way back. May as well go the whole way.
I swipe the blazing color across my lips, check it hasn’t bled, change my panties, then climb back on the bed. I huff out a breath, snap a picture, and hit send without looking at it.
My phone instantly buzzes. That was... oh shit.
MrsFoxyRoxy
Wrong chat! But A plus. I’d bang you if I wasn’t happily married.
Fox
Same.
HunKing
What the actual fuck, trouble?
MrsFoxyRoxy
Well, you got his attention.
I hit delete as the door flies open and a furious-looking Hunter stalks into the room. He doesn’t say anything as he sweeps me up into his arms and hauls me against his chest to carry me to his bedroom.
“Why are we moving?” I ask. Surely a bed is a bed.
“Because I want you to look up when I fuck you for the first time and see how stunning you are.” Oh. “Plus, my bed is bigger.” Right. “And I’m not sure you’ll be coming today as I’m fucking furious with you for sharing what is mine.”
He drops me on the center of his bed, and I start to undo the jacket. He shakes his head sharply, his eyes never leaving mine, making me pause. “Lie back, hands above your head, and don’t fucking move, Eleanor.”
I swallow and do as he says.
“Open your legs,” he demands as he strips off his shirt and unbuttons his jeans. There’s a clench low in my stomach at his explicit command, my eyes finding the tattoo on his chest.
I bite my lip as I spread my legs a little.
“Wider. If your thighs aren’t burning, you aren’t open enough.”
My bottom lip catches between my teeth as I do as he says.
“Good, now look up.”
My eyes fly to the mirror. I look... beautiful. I blink as I release my lip. My eyes are bright, a little wild with need, but light. Happy. My skin is flushed, and my deep breaths make my breasts strain against the jacket, each time teasing my nipples in an intimate caress.
Hunter is doing that thing where he leans against the bedpost and watches me, my eyes catching his in the mirror. He still has pants on, which seems unfair.
“Take off your jeans.”
His lips kick up at the side. “You shared a picture of yourself like this with two of our friends. You are in no position to make demands, trouble.”
“It was an accident.”
“Why were you taking pictures in the first place?”
“I wanted to help you.”
He narrows his gaze. “Help me?”
“You disappeared, and I know you got inside your head after everything this morning.”
“Well, as Honor said, you have my attention. What are you going to do with it?”
My fingers twitch. “Can I move?”
“No. Widen your legs more.”
They had stopped hurting. I reposition them, the burn sparking heat through my body. His gaze drifts down, and he glares at my panties like they’ve personally offended him. “You don’t like red?” I question. Maybe he’s in the one percent who don’t find it sexy.
“No, I fucking love red. I’m trying to not tear everything off you and push inside your body while this possessive hunger is riding me. You are tight, and I don’t want to hurt you, but make no mistake, every single thing about you is fucking sexy.”
I swallow as my core clenches. I feel empty, and if he comes at me with another toy, I’m going to beat him over the head with it, then ride his cock while he’s unconscious.
Hunter snorts.
“What?”
“Don’t worry, trouble. No toys.”
Well, that’s new. I’ve never had problems keeping my thoughts internalized before. It’s normally the other way around. “Then stop standing there and get me wet,” I snap. “I’m done being stared at like I’m breakable.”
“The way I’m about to take you will not be soft and gentle.”
“All talk and bluster, Mr. King. Maybe I should take my half naked ass downstairs to your frie?—”
I gasp as he reaches out and tears my panties off my body. Not down my legs—clean off. His hands pin my thighs to the bed, and his mouth is on my core as if he’s a man starved of pleasure. All previous encounters have been slow, considered, a buildup of torment and pleasure. This, right here, is a fucking claiming.
My hands fist in his hair, and I tug on it restlessly. He grabs my hands, threads his fingers with mine, and forces them against my thighs all without breaking contact with my pussy. His tongue sweeps through me, his teeth tugging on metal. Then he goes lower, and the sensation steals my breath. That’s new. He chuckles against me before coming back and burying his tongue inside again and again, shoving me toward my release with ruthless intent.
“Hunter!” I cry out as the bands within me snap impossibly tight. This is going to ruin me. His nose pushes against my clit as my head tilts to catch his gaze. Still furious, but also ravenous. Everything clenches, and I explode. He buries his tongue inside me and groans. He alternates between sucking and licking like I’m his favorite treat. Guess I have decent cooking skills after all.
Little aftershocks rock my body as he kisses the inside of each thigh before he’s off the bed and yanking off his jeans and boxers. His cock juts out and bounces against his stomach. He stalks around the bed, grabs my arms, and hauls me around so my head hangs over the edge. He tugs the zip of his jacket down so he can slip his hands inside and tug at my nipples.
“How’s your gag reflex, trouble?” he asks.
Oh... “I don’t know.”
He freezes, his eyes growing impossibly darker. “You’ve never done this?”
“I have, none of them were this...” I squint at the weapon taunting me, “large... wide... thick.”
He shakes his head with a laugh. “We’ll take it slow.”
I don’t want to take it slow. Slow is what we’ve been doing. Slow is a big fucking tease, and I’m done being teased.
His thumb hooks into my mouth, and he pries it open. “Relax.”
My mouth falls open, and I lick the tip of his cock. His taste is musty, male, and mine. How does someone taste like yours? My eyes take in every inch of the man standing above me. It’s when they are leaking pleasure, literally, because of something you are doing. That’s how. He pushes the tip inside my mouth, stretching my lips as he glides over my tongue. He throws his head back and groans, rocking into my mouth gently, allowing me to get used to his size.
“Touch yourself for me, trouble.”
My hand falls between my legs, and I sweep my fingers through my release, pushing two inside.
“No, not inside. That’s mine. On your clit.”
If I could curse him, I would, but my mouth is full, so the words create a vibration around his length. He laughs as I decide to push him a little. He’s being too gentle, and I want the man that burst into the guest room in control. My middle finger teases my opening.
“Eleanor,” he snaps.
I won’t break, Hunter. I push inside myself, and his cock matches, breaching my throat and stealing my air. I wait for the panic to set in, but it’s nowhere to be found. He isn’t trying to take my life, or even control me—he’s as lost as I am in this carnal dance, a partner in the chaos who wants to give more than he takes. I groan as he pulls back and air rushes up my nose and into my lungs. I retreat from my pussy to my clit.
“Do it again, trouble,” he chokes out.
I push inside again, and he follows, showing me I am in control.
“Fuck. Your throat is trying to suck me in.”
He pulls out completely and flips me around, pulling off my boots before crawling between my legs. “Condom,” I gasp.
“Fuck, sorry, I’m out of my mind with you.” He jerks away, but my legs wrap around his waist and lock him to me. He chuckles. “You need to let me go, trouble. I don’t have any in here.” Right. He doesn’t bring women back to his apartment.
“I’m clean,” I whisper, my words a little croaky from the assault on my throat. “And I’ve never had sex without a condom.”
He swipes a trembling hand down his face. “Same, but I’m not ready for mini mes yet.” It does something to me knowing neither of us have ever had unprotected sex before. A first we can share.
“I’m on the pill.” It’s supposed to help my periods.
“Are you sure?” he asks. It’s the constant checking in that makes me sure.
I nod as I untangle my legs from him and let him decide. He stares between our bodies and blinks. “This is going to be over so much faster than I like,” he grumbles.
He reaches for the zip on his jacket and tugs it all the way down, allowing my breasts to spill out. I rub against his cock, coating him in my arousal as he plays with my nipples. I’m getting closer to another release, which seems crazy. I don’t come once, never mind multiple times. I thought that was for porn stars and super blessed people.
He pulls back and positions himself at my entrance, starting to push in, his eyes never leaving my face. The stretch is bordering on painful, but he keeps a steady assault on my nipples, overriding it with the promise of pleasure. There’s a point where he hits something that makes my eyes roll into the back of my head, then he slides in further before meeting resistance.
“You’re in?” I check. Holy shit, he better be in.
He shakes his head. “Not yet, trouble, a little more. Try relaxing for me.”
You try relaxing while someone is trying to shove a tree trunk inside your body. I shuffle my ass, moving away a little, but he hooks one of my thighs over his arm and holds it tight. With his free hand, he rubs tight slow circles on my clit. I moan as I spasm around him, the sensation leaving me breathless. He grits his teeth as he overcomes that resistance and slides in deeper. My gaze flies to his, and I realize he’s still not in. I am about to die speared by a monster cock in a hot biker’s bed. There are certainly less memorable and pleasurable ways to go.
I cry out as the beginning of my orgasm makes me buck beneath him.
“Come on my cock, trouble. Let me inside.”
My back arches, and I shout his name as I come harder than all my orgasms ever combined. When I come back to my body, he’s kissing me, moving with slow deep thrusts to help me stretch. His pelvis is finally flush with my own as he whispers against my lips how beautiful I am.
My legs wrap around his ass, and I hook my ankles together. He pulls back with a grin. “You back with me?”
“Yes.” I could make untrue comments to try and wipe the masculine satisfied smirk off his face, but the evidence of how hard I came is clear in my voice, my words, my body, and my still-convulsing pussy.
“I want another before I come, trouble.”
He kisses me deep, stealing my protest. There’s no possible way that is happening. Two isn’t enough? Is he trying to kill me?
He reaches around and unhooks my feet, flipping us so I’m straddling him, our bodies connected the entire time. But he’s even deeper, and he’s all I can feel.
“Keep going,” he moans. “I’m not coming until you do.”
My hands land on his chest, and he grabs my hips to help me rise and guide me down. He twists his pelvis a little, making me cry out. Maybe I can come again. I find a rhythm, and the bands inside of me snap tighter. Again.
“Lean back, Eleanor, and watch yourself come.”
His hands grip my hips as he meets my body with thrusts of his own. My gaze catches on our reflection as our sweat-slicked bodies, flushed with pleasure, move in perfect rhythm, and my red lips part as I stare at us. Hunter tugs his jacket off my shoulders, throws it across the room, and looks up. The complete adoration in his gaze tips me over. My spine arches, and he thrusts so deep I don’t see stars, I see another world. He shouts my name and pins me to him as he loses the fight with his release. I flop down onto his chest, and for the third time, pass out cold with a happy sated smile on my face.
Stars indeed, Mr. King. I think I might be addicted.