Chapter 21 Stone
TWENTY-ONE
STONE
Despite what happened Wednesday night between Vanna and me, she’s still choosing to entertain her ex.
So, of course, I make it a point to leave work early on Friday to chaperone their little hangout.
They sit on the couch watching a movie, his arm around her shoulders, while I stand behind the island in the kitchen.
“You know you can just sit over here.” Vanna calls from the living room.
“You know what, I think I will.”
I saunter over there, plopping down next to her, squishing her between me and her ex. Hunter throws me an exasperated look as if to say fuck off and I answer with a menacing grin.
“Van, maybe we should head upstairs?” He suggests.
"She’s on her period.” I tell him.
His face contorts into confusion. Why would I know such a thing? Am I fucking her? The answer would be... basically, but he takes this as fuel.
Vanna punches my chest, “What the fuck?”
“I can run you a bath.” He offers.
I fight a smirk, covering it with the palm of my hand.
“No, I'm fine. I don’t need a bath. I just want to sit here. My cramps are killing me.”
“You know sex cures cramps?” I tell her suggestively.
Hunter’s jaw tightens as he sniffs and rolls his shoulders.
“Just saying. A real man isn’t afraid of a little blood.” I wink as I push myself off the couch and make my way to the bathroom.
When I return, the two are no longer where I left them. Instead, I hear voices upstairs; soft yet aggravated.
They left the door cracked, so clearly, I’m meant to know they’re here. When I walk in, I find Hunter undressing Vanna despite her weak objections.
“Hey, what the fuck are you doing?” I step forward, but Vanna stops me.
“Stone, it’s fine. I don’t need you to intervene.”
“No? Because it sounds like you just asked him to stop.”
Hunter rolls his eyes and flips me off. “You can watch I guess.”
“There won’t be anything to watch.” I warn.
“Oh my God, Stone, get out!”
“Just last week you said you were hearing him out. That’s it. Now you want this fucker?” I finally ask, still afraid of the answer.
She glowers and a look of defiance washes over her. “Yes.”
It was the wrong answer, and she was going to understand that very shortly.
“Fine.” I concede, crossing my arms over my chest and lean in the doorway. “Well, go on.”
“You can leave now.” Vanna snipes.
“Nah, I’d like to see your face when you fake the orgasm he tries to give you.”
Hunter rolls his eyes but takes the challenge anyway. Now shucking off his pants he lowers over a now naked Vanna, a black towel beneath her.
As he lines himself up at her entrance, I tsk. “What kind of man skips foreplay?”
His head drops between his shoulders, and I can see the regret written in his body language, but the challenge has already been accepted.
Vanna’s face is flushed red from the sheer humiliation this entire situation brings. She’s trying to prove something to me. Maybe that I’m nothing to her or maybe that Hunter means more than I want him to.
But I know, this entire show is nothing but an embarrassing act on his part. He will never get her to cum the way I can and he’s only going to prove me right. Even if she does cum, it will because she’s thinking of me.
I’m impossible to ignore at this point.
Hunter shuffles down Vanna’s body and hovers above her pussy. He tries to keep a straight face as he assesses the amount of blood between her legs. With an obvious hesitancy, he lowers his head.
“Hunt, you don’t have to.” Vanna whispers.
But seeing the smirk pasted on my face renews his determination. To prove to Vanna that he’s better than me. To prove to me that he can be what Vanna needs.
The first flick of his tongue is weak, and I relish the way every move he makes is brought with reluctance. Then something inside of his head must shift because his mouth starts to work at her. He laps at her clit and sucks until she writhes against the bed.
That’s when a surge of blistering rage grows inside of me. The idea of Vanna coming on his face is causing my vision to blur.
When he lifts his face to me, he returns my cocky smirk.
“You’re missing out.”
His words spark a fire inside of me that can’t be tamed. Without another thought in my head, I stalk toward them. I fist my hand in Hunter’s hair and pull him up to his knees.
Vanna bolts upright, “Stone!”
Her concerned expression is ignored as I bring Hunter’s mouth to mine. At first, he’s shocked, but then he lets me devour Vanna’s blood from his lips. Our tongues meet and it’s a defiant battle between us that worsens at the sound of her whimper.
“Give her what she wants.” I tell him as I yank his head back.
“And what’s that?” He seethes, face a bloody mess.
I bring my gaze to Vanna’s and drink in the lust that wafts from her.
“Both of us.”