Chapter 38
Hunter
“ C ome on Tink. We need to get changed.” Taking her hand in mine, I lead her into the suite. “We’ve somewhere to be.”
“Can I not just go like this?” She motions to her outfit of jeans and tight t-shirt with a smirk pulling at her lips.
“As much as I don’t like to tell you what you can and can’t wear, you look fucking fantastic in everything, this place sets the dress code, not me.”
I really hope she likes this surprise. I open the bedroom door, ushering her inside. Along one side of the impressively ornate bedroom is a rail of gowns in an array of different colors and styles. Next to it is a tower of boxes, all holding designer shoes. She brings her hand to her mouth as she gasps.
“Hunter. What’s all this?” She walks over to the rails and trails her fingers over the fabrics. “I know you don’t need all the glitz and the glamour. You’re happy with a stroll on the beach and a tray of chips.” She quirks a brow at my use of the word. “That did sound weird coming out of my mouth, didn’t it? Maybe being around you so much, I’ll get a British accent after all.”
“Please don’t.”
“Anyway, what I’m trying to say is we’ll do the simple things because I want to do those with you, but I also want to spoil you. I may have secretly had a word with Trixie and Lily to plan this weekend. Hopefully, it’ll be one you’ll never forget.” I come to stand next to her, watching in awe as she lovingly strokes the delicate fabrics. “So, look through the rails and pick what you want to wear, because tonight, Tink, I’m taking you to the opera.” Something flashes in her eyes and she sucks in a breath.
“The opera?” she whispers.
“Yes, the opera. Is that okay?” The girls said she’d like this. Have I misjudged? She curls her arms around my waist burying her face in my chest.
“It’s perfect.” Her voice wobbles slightly as she nuzzles closer into me. I didn’t think she’d get so emotional. I cradle her cheek and she leans into my touch.
“Hey? What aren’t you telling me?”
“I think you’ve just overwhelmed me with all this.” She huffs out a laugh, but I stay quiet keeping my eyes fixed on her because I know she isn’t telling me something. “Okay, it isn’t just that. I… We… Sorry, I just have always wanted to take my mum to the opera. It’s on her bucket list.” She looks so forlorn. There’s always a mixture of sadness and joy in her voice when she talks about her mom.
“What aren’t you telling me, Tink?” I tenderly kiss her forehead. “I need you to talk to me.” I pull back just enough so I can look into her eyes. “I want to help you.”
A lone tear rolls down her cheek, and I brush it away with my thumb. “I’ll explain everything soon, I promise. I don’t want to ruin tonight. And trust me, you help me more than you think. Without even realizing you’re doing it.” She smiles, but it doesn’t reach her eyes.
“I’ll be here when you’re ready. And I’ll arrange for you both to go when we get back to London.” I drop a kiss to the tip of her nose. “Let’s tick that off her list.” She opens her mouth to argue. “Don’t fight me on this. Let me do this for you.” She nods and I feel like I need to bring the mood back up. I lean down to whisper in her ear, “Oh, and you don’t have to pick just one pair of shoes for tonight. They’re all yours to keep.”
Dressed in my tux, pacing the living space with a glass of scotch, I’m itching to see Jade. But as she steps into the room, a pair of black elegant sandals dangling from her fingers, I realize I was not prepared. I pause with the glass inches from my mouth, the scotch long forgotten.
She takes my breath away.
The silver satin dress fits her perfectly, and she practically floats towards me.
Fuck .
The dress has a long slit, which doesn’t stop until it almost meets her hip. Meaning I get a sneak at her toned legs whenever she moves. She may be tiny, but they seem to go on forever. The dress is high on her neckline, stopping just above her breasts, showing me a glimpse of cleavage.
I put my glass on the table beside me, stride towards her and drop to my knees. Her eyes widen as she takes me in. I grasp her delicate foot in my hand as she rests her hand on my shoulder for balance. I massage the arch of her foot and she lets out a small moan, her head rolling as she closes her eyes.
She is always so responsive.
Silently I place her foot in her sandal and tighten the strap, running my hands up her smooth, toned calves. Her skin pebbles under my fingers and I roughly swallow when her lust-filled gaze lands on mine. Repeating the process with her other foot and placing it back I can’t stop myself from running my hands further up her calves. My cock is already straining against my pants, but as she spreads her legs for me, her chest rising and falling as I glide them higher, it becomes hard to the point of pain. The slit of her dress is allowing me more access and I drop featherlight kisses to her thighs. When I reach the apex of her thigh, I growl against her.
“Dirty girl.”
Her pussy is bare. I grip her thighs and hang my head as she lets out a throaty laugh that makes my balls tighten.
“Fuck, this dress. How am I supposed to be a gentleman with you looking like that?”
She glances down at me and whispers, “Who says I want you to be?”
“Don’t play with me, Tink this could get dirty,” I rasp as I feel my restraint starting to snap. This wasn’t what I had planned. But fuck, if I care.
“Perfect.” She widens her legs further for me and I the last part of my control snaps as I hook one of her legs over my shoulder and waste no time in burying my face in her slick pussy, she grabs onto my head for balance and tugs at the strands of my hair as I cover her clit with my mouth sucking hard making her legs tremble.
“You’re addictive, Tink,” I mumble against her folds as I lap at her arousal that drips from her bare sex. She rocks her hips against my face and her moans become desperate as she chases her high.
This is going to be fast and dirty.
She is panting above me and I grab the globes of her ass, steadying her so she can grind harder against my mouth. And fuck me, she does. I spear her center with my tongue and she chokes out a whimper. Feeling her tense above me, and her legs buckle. I keep her upright. Lapping and sucking until she is completely spent, and she sags, her hands resting on my shoulders.
Lowering her leg to the floor, I make sure she is steady before standing, loving the way her cheeks have flushed.
“You’re going to have to stop distracting me, Tink. We’ll be late” I brush the backs of my hands down her heated cheeks.
“You’re going to have to come up with a better argument than that.” She cups my now rock hard cock through my pants, making me shiver.
“Fuck, stop distracting me.” I release a pained laugh and take the black velvet box from my tux pocket. Her demeanor changes from sultry to shock. “Don’t say anything and don’t try to fight me on this.” I open the box and she brings her hands to her mouth, eyes going wide.
“Hunter, it's stunning.” She reaches out to lightly touch the diamond pendant set in a platinum clasp and chain. It’s small, delicate, and understated, everything that she is.
“Turn around.” She does as I ask as she pulls her blonde hair over one shoulder and I drape the necklace around her neck fastening the delicate chain before I trail my fingers down her spine. She lets her hair fall back into place and reaches the base of her throat, where the necklace sits perfectly.
“Thank you. This is too much, Hunter.”
“When I saw this, I immediately thought of you.” I pepper kisses across her shoulder and up her neck. “I couldn’t let myself leave without buying it. Let me spoil you.” I turn her in my arms, so I can stare deep into her eyes hoping she’ll believe my words as I cup her face. “You deserve everything.”