Chapter 32
A sexy, shirtless fireman with red braces that skimmed up his bare, sculpted torso stood in my doorway. His head was tilted down, so I couldn’t see his face, but the rest of him was smoking hot. I cleared my throat. “Can I help you?”
“I believe it’s me who can help you.” He looked up and flashed a brilliant smile.
“Hunter!” My heart skyrocketed.
“I read there’s a woman up here who needed rescuing.”
I covered my gaping mouth. Tears stung my eyes. “But how did you find me?”
“Thirteen is your lucky number . . . according to your diary.”
“You read my diary?”
He cocked his head. “Fascinating reading.”
“But why . . . how?” Sentences failed to form.
“I told you I always finished what I started, and I started falling in love with you the moment we met.”
“Oh my . . .” Goosebumps rained across my flesh. “I tried to call you.”
“I know . . . seventeen times. May I come in?” He stepped across my threshold and squealing, jumped into his arms. His fireman’s hat went flying, and as he carried me into my room, the door closed.
Our lips met, and our kiss was on fire, filled with an unprecedented passion I’d never felt before.
He carried me to the bed and sat me down, and when he knelt on one knee at my feet, my chin dimpled. The lump in my throat was enormous. I could barely breathe.
I reached for his hand and strangled his palm to mine. “I can’t believe you’re here. Especially after reading my diary. Aren’t you disgusted in what I did . . . in me?”
“At first, I was so angry with you that I wanted to scream. It was only after about your tenth phone message that I picked up your diary. You’re a persistent one.”
“You deserved an explanation. I wanted to apologize.” A tear tumbled down my cheek, and he thumbed it away. “I’m so sorry.”
He nodded. “I know. As I read your entries, I learned about a courageous, funny . . . albeit naive woman who wasn’t afraid to take control of her destiny.”
“But I had sex with all those men.”
“Only fifteen this year. Eighteen in your whole life.”
“You counted them?”
“I needed to put it into perspective.”
Frowning, I blinked at him, incapable of working out what perspective that would be.
“The only difference between you and me is that you condensed your sexual relations down to one year. I spread mine out over twenty.”
“Oh.”
“And that you invented Memphis to do it.”
“That was just clothes and makeup. The rest of her was me. But I never meant to hurt you. My lies just . . .” My quivering chin made it impossible to talk.
He caressed my cheek. “I know, and I’m willing to forgive you.”
I covered my mouth as a sob released from my throat.
“As long as there are no more lies.”
“I promise never to lie to you again.”
His eyes pierced mine. “What about Henry?”
My heart stammered. It would be easier to fib and tell him I broke it off with Henry. But I wouldn’t. I’d just made a promise never to lie to Hunter again, and I meant it. So, I looked into his beautiful blue eyes, took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. “Henry broke up with me. He said he was too old for me and that I needed to find a man who I could have a family with. A man who I could grow old with.”
“Is that what you want?”
I leaned forward, clutched his cheeks, and let my tears flow. “You are what I want. I’ve dreamed of our future together. I’ve dreamed of our little house by the beach and lots of babies who grow up being taught by their daddy how to cook and surf. I’ve dreamed of holidays together, where we explore exotic locations and eat amazing food. I’ve dreamed of falling asleep in your arms every night, knowing in my heart that I’ve found my home.”
His eyes softened, and his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. “You don’t know how much I needed to hear you say that.”
I crushed my lips to his, kissing him with everything I had. He opened his mouth, and our tongues danced. His hands glided up and down my back. I pushed him backward, and as he fell onto the floor laughing, I pulled my pajama top off and lowered myself down to straddle him.
When he cupped my breast, I was certain Hunter would feel my raging heart. “I can’t believe you’re?—”
He placed a finger over my lips. “Shhh.”
I kissed his fingers, and as he squeezed my breasts, I leaned forward, placed one hand beside his head on the carpet, and kissed his lips. The heat of his body beneath mine was heaven, and I wanted to stay there forever.
It was an eternity before our lips parted, and I eased back, placed my hands over his pecs, and looked into his stunning blue eyes again. Our gazes locked together, and a wonderful sense of completeness embraced me.
Hunter was the man of my dreams, and I’d thought I’d lost that dream forever. It was worth the wait. It was worth the agony. “I still can’t believe you’re here. How’d you know I’d be home?”
“I knocked on your door earlier, but you weren’t around, so I went down to the bar and waited.”
“Oh.” I could only imagine the state he saw me in when I’d whizzed through the lobby earlier.
“You were in a hurry when you went past about twenty minutes ago.”
I didn’t want to elaborate, but at the same time, I wanted Hunter to know everything. He deserved that. “I was at a party at Lolita’s place, but . . . but I didn’t feel like partying. I just wanted this year to be over.”
“It nearly is. Oh, that reminds me—I have a gift for you.”
I sat back and blinked at him. “You do?”
“Hop up, and I’ll show you.”
I pushed off his chest to stand and offered my hand to help him up. He strode to the door and collected a bag that I hadn’t noticed him bring. Reaching inside, he removed a gift wrapped in Christmas paper. He walked back, and when he handed it to me, I could tell it was a book.
“Open it.”
My heart was a racing staccato as I peeled off the paper. “A diary.”
“Yep.” His beaming face was beautiful. “Turn to the first page.”
The diary had a hard cover, patterned in pinks and purples. I turned the cover over, and on the very first line where it had ‘This is the personal diary of’ Hunter had written ‘Jane’.
I tugged my lip into my mouth in an attempt to stop my quivering chin as I looked at him.
He shrugged. “I didn’t know your surname. And I assume you’re not Just Jane.”
I half laughed, half cried, and it came out as a snort. So damn unsexy. “Nichols . . . I’m Jane Nichols.”
He held his hand toward me, and when our palms touched, sparks danced across my mind and body. “Pleased to meet you, Jane Nichols.”
Hunter took the diary off me and pulled me to his chest for a hug. When he wrapped his arms around me, I squeezed him to my body. Our naked flesh molded together as one. His beating heart was a beautiful melody.
Hunter pulled back. “I have another gift.”
“You do?”
“Stay there.”
Once again, he strode to the bag at the door, and this time he brought the bag to me. The mischievous look on his face was one of the things I loved about him. He wriggled his eyebrows as he handed the bag to me.
When I looked inside, I burst out laughing. “A pineapple.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Oh my god. That’s not fair—you know all my intimate secrets.”
“Yes, I do. Are you complaining?”
I rolled my eyes. “Absolutely not. I can’t believe you’re here after reading all that stuff.”
He put his hand in mine and led me back to my bed. My bed. He then crawled on, lay on his side, and patted the cover for me to wriggle up and join him. I did. The second our faces were together, our bodies aligned. Our flesh touched in all the right places. We were a perfect match for each other.
He cupped my cheek. “I wouldn’t be here if I hadn’t read your diary.”
“Really?” I screwed up my nose.
“Yes. It explained so much about why you did what you did. I feel like I know Jane Nichols now, and yet I look forward to learning everything else about you, too.”
“And I want to tell you everything. I want you to know the real me.”
“No more lies, then?”
I shook my head. “I promise. Never, never again will I lie to you.” I leaned in to kiss him. Our kiss was gentle at first, our lips barely touching. Our breaths mingled, united as one. I glided my tongue across his bottom lip, tasting him, and he repeated the move with me. It was truly sensual, and I lost myself to his bewitching tenderness.
Our kiss grew heated, more intense by the second. I opened my mouth, allowing his probing tongue to dance with mine. It was a delicious tango that had my insides dancing. As my tongue entered his mouth, I glided my hand up his torso, exploring his divine flesh, committing every inch of his body to my memory.
His braces nudged against his nipple, and I glided my fingers beneath the stretchy fabric and pinched his hardened bud in my fingers. He pulled back from my kiss, and I looked into his crystal blue eyes. The seduction dancing in his glossy pools drove me wild. Shivers coursed through me at the intensity of his gaze, and I knew how lucky I was.
I’m the luckiest woman in the world.
“You’re so beautiful, Jane.” His words made me melt, but when I realized it was me he was talking to, the Jane me, I wanted to cry, too. I wanted to scream his name from the rooftop. I wanted to wake up in the morning with his arms wrapped around me. I wanted this man more than I’d ever wanted anything in my whole life.
He reached over and twirled a lock of my hair around his palm.
“My real hair.” I scrunched up my nose.
“I see that. I always felt that something wasn’t quite right about your blonde hair, and I never could figure it out.”
“I’m sorry.”
He touched his fingers to my lips. “Shhh. Dark hair suits you much better.”
I smiled at his comment, pleased that he liked what he saw. I had no makeup on, and for the first time, he was seeing the real me.
His hand glided over my neck and down to my breast. He curled his palm beneath my boob, caressing the tender skin there. He continued his exploration down my torso, around my navel, and along the elastic of my pajama shorts.
I peeled his elastic brace off his right shoulder and leaned over to kiss his nipple. He fed his fingers into my pajama bottom and tugged it down to expose my right butt cheek.
The desire to have Hunter naked gripped me, and I pushed up onto my knees and rolled him onto his back. He chuckled as he let me have my way with him.
He watched me as I crawled off the bed to start at his feet. With the urgency of a woman bursting with uncontrollable lust, I yanked at his shoelaces, tugged his boots free, and tossed them aside along with his socks.
I turned my attention to his fluro yellow pants, and as I undid the button and the zipper, I didn’t miss the bulge growing beneath. I glided my hand over his erection and pulled the zipper down. Knowing I’d caused that wonderful reaction drove me wild.
I wanted to see his cock, to watch it grow, to feel it in my hands, and I tugged his fireman trousers off, desperate to set his beast free.
In a flash, he was naked, and oh my god, it was the most magnificent sight ever. I wanted to pinch myself at the realization that the hottest man in the world was naked in my bed. My bed! Hunter took my breath away.
“Come here, you.” He held his hand toward me.
I crawled up his legs but paused at his groin. He made his cock bounce, and I giggled at the fun of it. He did it again, and I leaned forward and kissed his pink crown. Before my eyes, his cock grew hard and long. It was erotic magic and the best show on earth.
I touched my tongue to his swollen flesh, and he made his crown bounce toward me. My insides clenched as I wrapped my hand around the base of his shaft, feeling his steely rod in my palm, and as he ran his fingers through my hair, I glided my tongue around his head.
“Oh, Jane.”
To hear Hunter say my name, my real name, was the most wonderful sound in the world. My insides purred.
I turned my attention back to my prize and admired his manhood. His crown was pink, swollen, and totally lickable, and with my hands around the base of his shaft, I looked up. As our eyes met, I rolled my tongue around his crown.
His jaw squared out as he clenched his teeth, and his eyes rolled as if lost in their own world.
I wrapped my lips around his crown and glided down his shaft, drawing his length into my mouth. When I couldn’t go any farther, I held him there, trapped in my throat. He squeezed my shoulders and sucked air through his teeth.
We remained locked together, his body rigid, his fingers like pincers, and when he released his grip on my shoulders, I rolled my tongue around his cock as I glided back up his shaft.
Hunter’s fingers pinched my shoulder again, and I looked down in time to see a pearl of semen ooze from the slit in his crown. I made a show of gliding my tongue over his head to lap up his white gold and then licked my lips, enjoying the salty tanginess on my tongue.
“Oh Lordy, woman.”
His words drove me wild, and as I glided my tongue around and around, ensuring I’d savored all I could, my pussy pulsed a steady beat.
He dragged me up, so we lay side by side. “Your turn.”
“Oh . . . okay.” No argument from me.
His hand nudged between my thighs, and with our eyes locked together, I raised my knee and curled it over his hips, giving him room to play.
And play he did.
Ever so slowly, he glided his finger over my clit in one long, drawn-out motion. I closed my eyes and groaned at the sweet pleasure of his intimate touch. With the tip of his finger, he pressed down and rolled my sensitive bud. My insides curled and pulsed at the exquisite sensation. I sucked air through my teeth as he continued the teasing.
It became a pattern, rolling over my clit, then pressure on my clit, tracing around my clit, and as I rode the glorious sensation, predicting what would come next, an orgasm built inside me. Layer upon layer of lust stacked on top of each other until I was close to bursting. I moaned long and loud and dug my fingers into his hip.
“Hunter.” His name was so perfect as it crossed my lips.
“Yes?”
My eyes snapped open, but when he flicked my clit they closed again.
“What do you want, Jane?”
“Oh, God.”
“Yes, Jane, say it . . . what do you want?”
“I want to come. I want you to make me come.”
He groaned, and I gasped as his finger plunged into my throbbing hole. It was fast and incredible, and I cried out as he rammed his finger into me over and over. He joined his finger with another and pushed them into my pussy with a fabulous twisting motion. Each time he pushed in or pulled out, his finger ground over my clit. The repetition was erotic perfection.
As I writhed beneath him, balancing on the glorious edge between incredible build-up and exquisite release, he leaned forward and sucked my earlobe into his mouth. “Come for me, Jane.”
And I did.
Hearing Hunter whisper my name tipped me over the precipice that gripped me. I dug my nails into his flesh as my climax rolled through me in a long, all-consuming shudder.
My whole body was consumed by this glorious magical moment with Hunter, that just an hour ago, I was certain would never happen.
Hunter pulled me onto him, and I straddled his hips, trapping his cock in a way that it nestled along the length of my pussy. His eyes were on fire as if blazing with sexual tension. His flesh glistened with a light sweat, highlighting every muscle in his incredible torso.
I moved my hips back and forth, gliding my clit up and down his length. It was an incredible sensation, one that I’d never felt before.
He ran his tongue over his lips as his hands squeezed and massaged my breasts. He wasn’t exactly gentle, but I didn’t care—it was like he was driven to feel me as much as I was driven to feel him.
With my hands over his pecs, I leaned forward, changing the angle a bit so there was more pressure on my clit as I continued to slide my pussy up and down the length of his cock.
Oh . . . my . . . god . . . it was out-of-this-world mind-blowing.
But my insides were greedy, begging to be plunged into, and I couldn’t ignore that needy pulse a moment longer.
I reached down, wrapped my hand around the base of his cock, and aimed his swollen crown at my opening. Gradually, I lowered onto him, trying to memorize every inch of his body inside me. His cock was thick, filling me so completely that it was utterly perfect, a long-lost puzzle piece finally slotted into place.
I wanted to keep him there, to savor that special part of his body inside me forever. The glaze in his eyes evaporated, and I knew he was looking at me, really, truly looking at me.
Hunter placed his hands on my hips, and I put my hands on his chest, feeling the steely muscles beneath his warm flesh as I pulled my hips upward, gliding his rigid cock out of me. The sensation was just as magnificent when his thick shaft entered me. I closed my eyes, savoring every inch him sliding in and out of my throbbing pussy.
I rose and fell in slow, measured movements, taking my time, willing this moment to last forever. I opened my eyes again, desperate to watch every moment. This was officially voyeuristic heaven.
Hunter was everything I wanted in a man and so much more.
My rhythm built as my body got greedy, wanting the same pleasures my eyes were receiving. My clit pulsed with every solid drag of his cock inside me. I pulled my knees up and sat on him. I placed my hands on either side of his sexy navel, and as he massaged my breasts, I got ready to ride him like I’d never ridden a man before.
Wild, unbridled passion took over, and I slammed his cock into me again and again. Every nerve in my pussy pulsed at the pounding. I rose up and down, ramming the head of his cock so deep inside me that it hurt.
Yet I wanted that pain. I wanted it so badly that it felt so good.
It was exquisite agony. It was mind-blowing. It was absolutely perfect.
An explosion shattered the world I’d fallen into, and it took me a moment to realize it was fireworks. As red, blue, and green lit up the sky, I tipped over the glorious edge, and an uncontrollable scream burst from my throat as my orgasm released.
My body succumbed to delicious shudders that rolled from deep inside me. Hunter gripped my hips like a vise, his beautiful face distorted in passion, and as he cried out too, I continued to ride him until I couldn’t do it a moment more.
Gasping for breath, I fell forward, and Hunter wrapped his arms around me.
As I listened to his thumping heart, I was deliriously happy and content in his arms. A wonderful warmth flooded through me, embracing me in a way I’d never felt before. With crystal clarity, I realized this was the dawn of my new beginning.
It was beautiful, it was special—it was everything I’d wanted in my whole life and so much more.
Hunter kissed my forehead. “Come on. Let’s watch the fireworks.”
“Oh, okay.” As much as I didn’t want to leave his embrace, I couldn’t ignore his boyish exuberance.
My legs were a quivering mess when I stood. As Hunter yanked my cover off the bed, I noticed that for the first time ever, my bed had a sprinkling of dark patches . . . evidence of our love-making. It wasn’t embarrassing or yucky—it was a sign that something truly magnificent had happened here.
It was a proud moment for me.
My brain was still in an after-sex fog, and couldn’t comprehend what Hunter was doing when he pulled the sheet off my bed, too. However, all was revealed when he billowed it out and wrapped the sheet around the two of us.
Cocooned together, naked and giggling, we waddled outside. Hunter positioned me in front of him and wrapped his arms around me, curling his hands beneath my boobs. When I leaned back to his chest, I’d found my home.
The fireworks exploding along the beach perfectly matched the fireworks bursting through my heart. I draped my arms over his, pulled him closer to me, and turned to look up into his stunning blue pools.
Our eyes met, and my heart skipped and danced.
I have finally found my treasure, my one and only. My holy grail. “If you’ll have me, I offer you my heart. I love you.”
His lips brushed mine, just a brief kiss that said so much more. When he pulled back, his eyes glistened as he looked right into my soul. “I love you too, Jane Nichols.”