Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
Cassidy
I ’m ripping my shirt off in a frenzy. Just moments ago, I felt weightless and ready to possibly drift off into a sedative state. Now, my body has picked up a second wind.
Seeing Hunter at the foot of the bed, shirt undone, large bulge in those dark jeans, square jaw tense, with my panties in his hand; all of it is like downing a 5-Hour Energy shot.
The man hands out orgasms like they’re candy on Halloween and not the fun-size. This guy is handing out full-sized Snickers. I’ve had those fun-size candies in the past; orgasms I had to help work toward, orgasms I had to fake and take care of later. Hunter was playing my body like a fiddle, and I was not going to turn down the chance for more.
If he can do half of what he can with his mouth and fingers with the hard ridge, I’m done for.
“Damn, maybe you will go missin’ tonight. Ain’t no way I’m letting your beautiful ass walk out that door.” His eyes rake over my body, and I feel my flesh heat in their wake. I unclip my bra and toss it at him.
“You could join me in this strip party, you know,” I say with an edge in my voice.
“I think I could go for another round all about you.” He slides a knee on the bed and starts to crawl toward me. I stop him with my foot on his shoulder.
“Clothes off, Hunter,” I demand.
His eyes drop down to my center, and he swallows before chuckling and standing up straight again. Grabbing the open neck of his shirt, he peels the offensive clothes off his sculptured body. I’m practically drooling watching him undress. Hunter reaches for the belt and button on his jeans and undoes them in a flash.
“I’ve got to admit, you’re makin’ me a bit nervous with your scrutinizing gaze.”
“My gaze is anything but scrutinizing. Lose the pants, Country Charm.”
And he does. He pushes them down and that impressive erection springs forth, joining our party.
I’m fucking screwed. Or I will be once he drills me with that thing.
Hunter climbs onto the bed and covers my naked body with his. I’m so hot; I hope he doesn’t mind us getting sweaty. He leans down and claims my mouth possessively, sliding his legs in between mine. I gladly open to him. I’ve been wanting this since the moment he mooed in my ear.
I drag my hands down his back and pull him closer to me and I feel his rigid length lay against my cleft. It’s hot, thick, steel, and I want it inside me. I’m growing impatient, but that’s not really fair since Hunter has given me two orgasms to his nil.
He rolls over me for a moment and crawls across his bed to get to a bedside table. It should be awkward to watch a naked man crawl, but one, it’s kind of hot, and two, it’s making me realize how enormous this bed is.
“What size bed is this?”
“Huh?” He has a hand on the handle of a drawer, and he looks over his shoulder at me.
“This bed is huge. I own a king-size, and this definitely seems bigger.”
Hunter pulls a condom out of the drawer and makes his way back over to me. He kneels between my legs and looks at me. Foil between his fingers, he deftly rips the packet open and then tosses the foil aside. Positioning the rubber at the stout head, he locks eyes with me.
“You want to talk about this now?” I look down at his hands and try to think about how sore that thing is going to make me. I’m going to have to pee leaning forward for days to let my sore sex rest.
“Ummm, yes?”
“It’s custom; my pop said that sleep is a gift for a farmer. Make sure you get the good sleep.”
“Smart man, I value sleep myself.”
“We done talkin’ about that?”
“Yes, sir.” I see his dick bob at my words.
“I like that…” He rolls the condom down his length and then leans over me.
“You want another before we start, Beautiful?” His length lays along me, offering me another orgasm.
“No, I want to start now.” I try to shift my hips but his own hold me down. He brushes the hair away from my face and kisses my cheekbone.
Dragging his lips across my face he brings them to my ear.
“You’re not the boss here, Cassidy.” He positions his head at my wanting entrance. I’m sopping wet and try again to push my hips in a favoring position. Hunter just chuckles in my ear and holds his position with ease.
“Yes…” I breathe. He brings his forehead to mine, dragging our noses together. “Sir.”
Hunter smirks and begins to push into me. I can feel resistance, so I tilt my hips side to side to try and help him. Even though I’m wet, wanting, and ready, he’s too big.
“Fuck me,” Hunter breathes as he starts to sink into me. He breathes heavily and continues to push forward. After sliding in an inch he pulls back and then pushes back in with an additional. I feel like this process is taking too long and I start to go stir-crazy.
“Please,” I say over and over. Hunter silences me with a kiss and slams his hips into mine giving me his entire length. I scream into his mouth and then bite his bottom lip. He growls as he pulls back and sinks back in. After letting me accommodate to his size he starts to build a heavy pace. The weight of him coming and going against me adds to this weird feeling… I feel dominated, encased, and possessed. I also strangely feel… coveted.
My hands pull Hunter close to me and we continue to kiss at a frenzied pace. He tears his mouth away from mine and leans back away from me. Pushing his knees into the bed, he tilts his hips upward and holds me down with one hand on my hip. His other hand drags up my body to my breasts and he begins to massage the aching flesh in his powerful grip.
Not once does his pace waver, his hips undulate over and over rubbing every nerve ending inside me. I’m reaching my climax, and I can see that Hunter is too. I’m trying to move my hips and meet his rhythm, but he holds me still, fucking me harder than I’ve ever been fucked .
“Oh, God. I’m close,” I pant, scratching at his chest and arms.
“You’re like a fuckin’ vise. This greedy pussy barely lets me pull out. You want it so bad don’t you, baby?” His southern drawl on his dirty words is my undoing. I scream into the empty air.
“Yes! Hunter!” He drags himself against the front of my pulsing cunt and it ignites me. Pinching my nipples, I convulse around him, squeezing and pulsing.
“Fuck, Fuck, Fuck.” Hunter yells in time with his pumps. He seats himself completely inside me and drops to his elbows, framing my face.
We continue to come down the wave of our orgasms, sated. I wrap my arms around him and kiss his chest.
When he pulls free from my body’s vise, he walks into the en suite bath and then returns with a damp cloth. I’m too shell-shocked to think about his quick exit.
He lays next to me, and at some point, I moved to the head of the bed. I’m expecting the cloth to be warm and him to, I don’t know, offer it to me to wipe myself. Instead, it’s cool and he wipes my face gently. I’m dripping sweat and the cool cloth is like a refreshing dip in a lake. His attentiveness to me is in such an unknown territory.
“Did I hurt you?” He pulls the cloth away and tosses it on the bedside table. Then he kisses my temple.
“No, not even a little bit.” I tuck myself into him and listen to his racing heart. “I do have to go to the bathroom though.”
When I return from the bathroom, I see Hunter waiting on the farthest side of the bed from the bath. The light sheet is draped over his hips and it’s obvious that he is already good for another round. He pulls the sheet back and I climb in, without hesitation .
“Take the middle if that’s what you like.” He leans up and kisses me gently.
I lie down in the plush bed and realize how comfortable it is. It’s like a cloud is hugging me firmly. Can clouds even be firm? Hunter is about half an arm’s length away from me and on his side. His arm is tucked under the pillow beneath his head. I start to turn and move toward him but he offers me a look that suggests I still.
“Get some sleep, Beautiful, it’s late.” His tone is soft, and I settle myself on my side, tucking my arm under a pillow. He leans forward and kisses me gingerly. “Goodnight, Cass.”
My eyes feel so heavy, I can barely keep them open. “Goodnight, Hunter Hill.”
I wake up with an urgent need to release the contents of my bladder. I’m not in the middle of my bed like I usually am. I’m off to the side of a very comfortable bed with my arm draped over the waist of a warm body. My breasts are pressed against his back as his steady breaths continue.
I begin to pull my arm away and get up when he reaches for me.
“Hmm?” he hums sleepily.
“I have to pee. I’ll be right back.”
Once I finish peeing and washing my hands I climb back into the bed. I lie on my back and look at the slowly spinning ceiling fan for a moment. Hunter is fast asleep again, and I could easily just turn away from him and sleep. The thing is, I don’t want to. I can sense his inviting aura from two feet away pulling me closer.
I scoot up to his back and place my forehead between his shoulder blades. Hunter reaches back, grabbing my wrist, pulling it over his waist. I sigh and try to not let too many thoughts busy my tired mind. After Hunter’s breaths even out, I place a small kiss in the middle of his broad back. In no time at all, I fall back into a peaceful sleep.
The next time I wake, I smell coffee—strong coffee. Damn, it smells really good. I roll over and see that the enormous bed I’m in is empty. There isn’t a clock in the room anywhere. I could bet that Hunter wakes up daily before the sun is even up.
I shuffle around in bed for a minute and will myself to go back to sleep. Today would have been my only day to sleep in. I have work tomorrow and got up early yesterday for Mary.
Mary!
I scramble out of bed and look around the floor for my jeans. Once I find them, I look in all my pockets and discover that my phone isn’t in any of them. It must have fallen out in the library when Hunter was trying to pull these off me. I find my underwear and turn them inside out before slipping them over my legs and on. Then I find my shirt and slip my arms into that, sans bra.
Opening the door, I take a peek around. I just need to find the staircase, then I can find the double doors.
The house looks plain but homey, it’s just missing a few pieces here and there. It’s almost like there had been more items around in the past but are now gone. I mentally play back the information Hunter has shared with me. His parents recently retired and left; if they left him this house, then they probably took some of their keepsakes, while deciding to leave others.
I walk on the balls of my feet and move as quietly as I can through the first floor. I smell food cooking in the kitchen and hear Hunter humming a tune while moving around. Once I find the staircase I try to silently climb. I achieve my goal, finding the library without detection. It wouldn’t be terrible running into Hunter, I just want to send a text to Mary telling her not to leave without me!
I open the double doors and become awestruck by the space all over again. It’s so much more beautiful during the day. I start to lose myself as I take in the detail on the built-ins.
Focus! Mary first, then books!
I walk over to the couch where Hunter tried to remove my pants and don’t see my phone anywhere. I get down on my hands and knees and start to crawl around looking for it.
Nothing. I sit back on my heels and run my fingers through my hair. Letting out a heavy exhale I try to think of where else it could be.
“Lookin’ for your phone, Beautiful?” Hunter’s voice comes from behind me. I peek over my shoulder and see him holding two steaming mugs.
“Yeah, did you already find it?” I push myself up and walk over to him.
He’s wearing relaxed and well-worn jeans, but that’s it. It doesn’t even look like he’s wearing underwear. His blonde hair is messy but still somehow so attractive.
“Yeah, it’s on the charger in the kitchen. Cream or black?”
I look into both mugs, taking the lighter-colored cup from his grasp.
“Cream, please. ”
I breathe in the strong aroma and drink the first quarter of the cup.
“Damn, that’s good.” I look up through my lashes and see Hunter watching me closely. He has an easy smile on his face.
“Come on downstairs. Let me feed you before I bring you back.” He grabs my hand and starts guiding me back down the stairs to a grand kitchen.
The entire space is huge and homey. The cabinets are all off-white and, in the details, a darker color shows through. The countertops all along the wall are poured concrete, but the enormous island in the middle is made of wood. In the city people pitch fits over having stone countertops, and here is the most beautiful kitchen I’ve ever seen, without it. There are some trinkets here and there, but the same feeling of items missing is present.
Two plates of French toast, fresh fruit, and scrambled eggs sit on the island in front of two stools. I sit in one and Hunter sits in the other to my left. He reaches across the space and grabs my electric lifeline.
14 unread messages.
3 missed calls.
“Oh shit,” I groan. I open my phone and find all the messages from Mary and Lynn.
Lynn: Hmmm, not interested huh?
Lynn: Tell Hunter I say Hi.
Mary’s are not as amusing. More along the lines of, what the fuck? Where am I? Give her details, all the good stuff.
Mary: Text me as soon as you can so we can get the hell out of this town. Trent’s mother will have a coronary if I keep her here another full day.
Better just get this over with.
Me: Hey babe, I know you want all the deets. I’ll get them to you. I’m going to try and get Hunter to drive me into town in about an hr. Can you hold Momzilla off until then?
Mary: THERE YOU ARE!
Mary: Yes, but you owe me.
Me: Ummm, I came to this town already as a favor to you. You owed me. We’re even.
Mary: Fine. See you in an hr.
With that taken care of I look over to Hunter and his watchful gaze. He raises his brows and then smiles warmly at me.
“Think we could leave in a few? I still need to pack and check out before our drive back.”
His smile wavers and he nods slowly. He and I are probably thinking about the same thing. Where is this going? Is this goodbye? Do I want this to be goodbye? I don’t have a single answer and I don’t want to start a conversation with him about it. I decide it’s best to just eat the food in front of me.
I cut up my French toast, which is surprisingly fluffy, and drizzle syrup all over it. Once all my food is cut up and ready, I slip my fork over to my right hand and mindlessly slide my left onto Hunter’s thigh. He sighs and then rests his hand on mine .
We eat in silence; at moments it feels companionable and at other moments it’s tense. These waves pass through us until we finish eating and drinking our coffee.
“Better get you back, Beautiful.” His voice is tight. I feel worse than I ever have after a completely consensual night with a man. I can’t directly pinpoint why though. I don’t regret what happened. I had an amazing time.
Why do I feel so shitty?
“Thanks.”
I walk down the main hall with Hunter on my tail. We make it to the master, and I grab my jeans and bra from the floor. Setting them on the messy bed, I start to dress. Hunter shuffles around behind me getting himself ready to bring me into town.
He tosses on a plain grey tee shirt and some socks before bending down and grabbing my socks for me and handing them over.
“Your shoes are by the front door.” He slips his hand into mine and brings me to the door.
The minute Hunter opens the door, I remember how amazing his land is. All around his home is endless green and fresh air. It’s idyllic.
I listen to the dirt and gravel crunch under my steps as I walk up to his truck, committing every sight to memory. Once I’m inside, I decide to sit in the middle of the bench instead of on the other side. Hunter would likely pull me over to him anyway. I’m buckled in and ready to go. I look over to a large, green-toned barn and smile.
“Is that the original barn your parents built?”
“Sure is. It’s definitively needed repairs over the years, but she’s the staple of this whole damn thing.”
“It’s beautiful. ”
Hunter just looks at me and nods in agreement before turning his truck around and heading down the long drive.
Neither of us says a word on our drive to the square.
We’re in front of the B and B and I stiffen as I undo my seatbelt. I’ve done my fair share of walks of shame, Ubers of shame, train rides of shame, but this drive to my destination of shame is not my cup of tea. This is just another way rural life isn’t suitable for me. If any of the small-town folk see me climbing out of Hunter’s truck, they all know damn well I stayed at his house last night.
“Thanks for everything Hunter, I had a really great time.” I turn toward him and kiss the skin of his cheek right above his scruff.
“When is Mary’s wedding?” His voice is perfect. He should take on a part-time gig reading audiobooks.
“Three weeks.”
“You bringin’ a date?” He sounds strained and I feel a twinge in my chest.
“No, I have maid of honor duties, so I’ll be too busy to entertain someone.” He nods to himself, and I try to imagine what he’s thinking. I’ve never brought a date to events with close friends, I never had a man meet my dad, and I don’t think I want to start now. On the other hand, this is Hunter’s hometown and he kind of has already met two of the girls. Not technically, but sort of.
Hunter goes to undo his seatbelt, but I place my hand over his.
“You don’t need to get out. I’m just going to scurry inside and pack before I leave. No reason to stay and linger.”
He nods again and kisses my temple. “Don’t be a stranger, Cass. ”
I smile as I climb out of his truck and throw him a quick wave before speed-walking into the B and B.
Mary, Trent, and his mother are all sitting in the large front room that serves as an eating space. I spot them as soon as I walk in the door, drinking coffee with a small plate of pastries in front of them. Mary shoots me “hurry the fuck up” eyes so I dash up the stairs to my room.
Once I’m in the space all by myself, I lean my back against the door and take a few cleansing breaths. Usually after my encounters with men I feel energized and rejuvenated, but today I feel slightly hollow. I’m sure most of the feeling is just from being so out of my element.
Once I am back in the city, I’ll be fine.