Blindsight: Part Two (10 page)

"So fucking wet, sweetheart." His teeth tore at the flesh of my neck and my hands clutched at his biceps as my hips worked a fierce rhythm against his palm.

"Fuck," I panted and bit down on my bottom lip, desperate to contain the energy pulsing through my muscles for just a second longer.

"Mm, Princess." He pulled away and was shoving my jeans and panties down my legs before tossing them in the soft dirt. The cool night air kissed my heated skin as he lifted me in his arms and pinned me against a tree. I stretched, suspended in the space between us, with my knees contorted around his neck while he rested one large palm on the narrow maple that supported us, and just as I registered the rough bark digging into my back, Hunter's tongue delved between my sex-slicked folds.

Like a man starved, he licked and swirled, thrusting his fingers into my pussy as he held me propped on his beautiful shoulders. "So fucking sweet," he murmured before dragging his teeth across my blazing skin. Without care for the bark biting at my back, I rocked my pussy against his mouth, watching his lips suck and caress my hot flesh before I was coming in low moans and heaving pants, my thighs tightening and quaking uncontrollably.
 

He dropped me to my feet a moment later. "Strip." Hunter's eyes glazed with that fiery, passion-consumed look I loved. I pulled the shirt over my shoulders and let it drop in the dirt at my feet before his eyes darted from my lacy bra back to my eyes with a head tilt. I smiled and shimmied the straps down my arms, taking my time to tantalize him. It was working. He followed my actions like a starved lion, and before I had even slipped one arm out, Hunter had his hands behind my back and was unhooking the flimsy fabric for me. He pulled the lace off my body and raised my arms above my head, twisting the black fabric in knots around my wrists.
 

The soft clink of his belt came next. After that, my thoughts spun away like wild butterflies and I was reduced to only feeling. Lost were the fear and the terror and the secrets. Gone was the numbness.
 

I heard him.

I felt him.
 

I smelled him.

I yearned to reach out and trace the scars decorating his forearms with my fingertips. I wanted to feel fingernails digging into hard flesh, but instead I was caught, strung against this tree and waiting for Hunter to use me.

I sucked in a quick breath when chilled leather danced across my skin. His eyes flared with need when he stepped back. "Stay still." The soft growl hissed through the night and sent a current straight between my shifting thighs.

"Yes, sir," I groaned when the sharp lick of leather cut across the skin of one breast. My pussy fluttered and I shifted, writhing against the tree. Another bite of leather cut across my other nipple as the current of air caused by the strike blew at the strands of my hair. "Hunter," I murmured as my eyes fell closed just as another lash struck my nipple. The raging inferno descended into a pleasurable burn that had me aching for his touch, his tongue, his anything.

Hunter was back at my side a moment later and wrapping the leather around me, and the tree. My heart thundered and my insides pulsed with hot arousal when I realized he was tying me to the tree just like he'd done the model at the first photo shoot in Portugal. The dark pinch of his belt cut across my skin just under my breasts, lifting them higher than they usually stood with nipples peaked in the cold air. His palms grazed my skin before he plucked at one pert bud and sent a shudder of painful arousal coursing through my bloodstream.
 

My knees swam and my thighs shook as he tightened the belt a notch further around the young tree, leaving me bound and at his mercy. "You look like the perfect whore, Princess." His voice throttled need through my veins, and I knew what the model had felt under his molten stare and cool leather ties at our photoshoot in the Lisbon villa. “Even better than that model we tied up in Portugal,” he finished, as if reading my mind.
 

"Hunter," I hummed, twisting against the binds, feeling so turned on I thought I might come without any further touch.

"Want to be fucked against the tree?" His fingers threaded between my skin and the leather before he gave it a tug to check the sturdiness. 

"Yes," I whispered. "Please." 

"Mm, love you begging." Hunter's hands rested at my thighs as he positioned himself between them, lining up his heavy cock. It glistened with pre-cum in the moonlight and made me throb. His fingers dug into my thighs as he wrapped them around his waist and teased the tip of his dick at my soaked entrance. He ran the hard flesh between my lips before pulling away again, leaving me in a near lust-fueled rage.

"Love teasing this pretty cunt," he hushed as his eyes watched where we connected.

"Fuck me already," I ground before he stilled and hovered just far enough away to startle me.

"Sure you know what you're in for?" His eyes glistened with amusement and sex.

"I have an idea." I bit my lip as my eyes danced. Hunter's eyes flared before he gripped my thighs and thrust into me, forcing himself to the hilt, his brute force spurring me on. With my fists twisted above my head, Hunter fucked me against the tree like he was searching for the secret to life. His head dipped and eyes shadowed, he bit at my neck and fisted at my thighs until he left bruises. His rough hands pulled at the leather as he angled his cock deeper. I couldn't feel my back eaten up by the bark, I couldn't feel the cold against my aching nipples. I only felt him. 

"You fucking saved me, Princess," Hunter murmured as his thrusts lost rhythm and he seated himself fully inside me. Hunter's hands rubbed circles across my body before landing at my clit. He thrust slowly again working up to a sensual rhythm before matching it with the quick figure eights of his thumb. "Fuck, Erin," Hunter roared through the still night when his muscles went rigid and his jaw clenched with his orgasm. My thighs shook as my own release rocketed through me. I sucked my lip between my teeth and my eyes fluttered open to find his heavy body resting against mine, the bite of the leather of little concern compared to the way I felt every time he fucked me like this. Drained. Used. Deliciously abused.
 

"Jesus." His head finally lifted as his gaze caught mine. A slow grin lifted his lips as he looked down between us, my body still tied to the tree, his dick still buried inside me. "You look really fucking good like this." His green eyes danced.

I laughed, feeling the world come back into focus. "If I wasn't tied, I would smack you." I shook my head, loving every minute of our banter.
 

"Exactly why I tied your ass up," Hunter countered, placing a slow deep kiss on my lips. Our tongues tangled as one hand slid to my throat, caressing the delicate flesh before the other traced up the underside of my arm and worked at the knots around my wrists. My hands were free seconds later, and I was thankful to have my heavy limbs wrapped around his broad shoulders.

"Wow," I sighed, utterly content.

"That's it? ‘Wow’?" He chuckled as he untied the belt and finally set me free. Hunter shook out the blanket before wrapping us both in it. 

"It was more than wow. It was fan-fucking-tastic.”

"Okay, smart ass." He smacked at my ass under the blanket. I erupted into a fit of giggles, feeling equal parts exhausted and blissful. I wasn't sure how I could find happiness in circumstances of complete upheaval, but it seemed I had in the form of a tall, handsome, golden god named Hunter.

fifteen

We only stayed for two days at the cabin, but not by choice.
 

Hunter had attended to both phones with constant focus the entire first day we were there. What took all of his attention were texts from JW and some of his enforcers. They hadn’t threatened anything, but the tone of the messages were clear.
 

Need you soon.
 

Work to do.
 

Not done yet.
 

Don’t forget who your family is, Son.

That had been the last one, and I’d watched it visibly take the air from Hunter’s lungs. He’d looked up at me, coffee steaming out of both of our mugs the third morning at the cabin, and I knew then we had to go back.
 

“There’s no escaping him.” Hunter’s eyes shone with anger as he stared out at the glistening lake in the distance.
 

“I know.” I tried valiantly not to choke on the sob in my throat. “Will it ever be over?” I took his hand in my own, caressing his knuckles with my thumbs and tracing the black ink that decorated his skin.
 

“I can’t answer that. I thought I could. I thought this was it. But I don’t know what the fuck these texts mean.” He ran a hand through his hair and I knew there was so much more he wasn’t telling me. I could see it in his eyes. He couldn’t hide all his secrets. Just as plainly as he’d said that I would blow the plan, he couldn’t keep his emotions from betraying him. At least not from me.
 

“So we go back.” I tightened his hand in mine. His eyes swung to me, surprise and empathy radiating in their depths.
 

“We go back.” He nodded slowly. “You’ll stay with me. I’m not letting you out of my sight.” His hand gripped mine with fierce strength.
 

“I know.” I nodded. “I’ll pack up.” I had to leave before the tears overflowed and seared paths down my cheeks. I wouldn’t let him see me cry. Not again.

He let my hand drop and I stood, padding down the small hallway and veering into the tight bathroom. I shut the door and locked it quietly as my stomach twisted painfully.
 
I bent over the toilet and felt my insides coming out one empty heave at a time. What had happened to land me here, hiding out on a stranger’s bathroom floor? How was it that the FBI didn't have a search warrant out for me by now? Where was JW in all of this? And above all else, why did this feel like just the beginning of the war?
 

My insides ached with turmoil before I finally succumbed and flushed the toilet moments later, swiping a handful of tissues at my eyes before catching my reflection in the mirror.
 

I frowned, my heart feeling shattered into one thousand tiny pieces. I was a girl suddenly caught in a war zone, looking lost and terrified. I wiped at the stubborn tears one more time before sucking in deep breaths to try to compose myself for the fight of my life.

“I’m droppin’ you at my house first, then going to see JW,” Hunter said when we were a few minutes out of the city. We’d left only an hour after the last ominous text had come in.
 

Don’t make enemies of family.

It’d had my heart fighting to fly from my throat with fear.
 

“What? I’m not leaving you.” I shot a deadly stare at him. “Besides you said you wouldn’t leave me, and I won’t leave you either.” I crossed my arms, ready to stick to my guns.
 

“Not a chance in hell. I don’t trust him.” Hunter glanced at me then, his eyes holding me for a brief moment before flicking back to the road. “I won’t have you near him,” he growled and I saw the whites of his canines flash in the bright sunlight. He looked dangerous – deadly. I wouldn’t want to be the man to oppose him.

“Hunter, I don't want you to go alone.”

“I’ve decided,” he deadpanned as his hands gripped at the wheel. “I put you in danger once with him, it’s not happening again. My house has top of the line security, and I can tap into the cameras from my phone whenever I want. And there’s a panic button in every room. If there’s a problem, push one, and the cops can be there in ninety seconds. They’re right around the corner.” He quirked an ironic grin at me. It did not settle my nerves.
 

“Hunter-”

“Sorry, Princess.” He dropped one hand from the wheel and tightened it on my knee. “I’ll take you everywhere with me, around the fucking world and back, but not there. Not ever again.” His grip tightened in both warning and anger.
 

I sighed, defeat settling into my bones as Hunter turned down his peaceful tree-lined street. Kids skipped rope and played outside, a peaceful summer Sunday in a picture perfect Midwestern childhood.
 

More irony. Step-son of the leading criminal gang of Chicago cruising by in his Lexus right now. He pulled the car into the garage and then shut off the ignition. “Ready?” He turned and placed a hand around my neck.
 

“Let’s do this.”
 

“There’s my girl.” Hunter placed a swift kiss on my lips and then was bounding out the door. He was around my side and escorting me out, carrying bags over his shoulders, as we entered his home.

“Code is 0618, day we met.” He winked at me as he punched it in.
 

“You changed it to the day we met?” I laughed as his unexpected sweetness melted my heart a little.
 

“I change it often. It seemed the happiest date in recent memory, so I went with it.” He grinned, his cheeks lifting as they colored just slightly.
 

“You’re cute.” I pressed on my toes and nipped at his jawline.
 

“You say that now.” He wrapped an arm around my waist and gripped my ass in one tight squeeze. I broke into a fit of giggles and fell into his arms, releasing the tension that had been building since the morning when we’d first headed south.
 

“Let’s get this security tour over with. I’ve got a meeting to get to.” Hunter placed a kiss on my nose, causing reality to crash in on me.
 

“What do I do while you’re gone? How long until I worry? And who would I even call?” The anxiety ratcheted my voice to extreme decibels.
 

Hunter smiled wryly before swiping a palm across my cheekbone and into my hair. “You’re cute when you’re worried.” His smile deepened as his eyes roamed my face. “Does it make me a selfish asshole that I like that you’re worried about me?” His rakish eyes twinkled.