Heart of the Hunter (107 page)

Chapter 44

Elle

E
LLE SHUT HER EYES AND
let the sensation wash over her. She felt every drop of Forrester pour into her, shooting in powerful jets from him.

She clung to him, driving her nails into his back. When he collapsed onto her, the weight of his muscular frame forcing itself against her, she couldn’t have felt more happiness.

He whispered her name, whispered that he loved her. She couldn’t have imagined a more perfect moment. She’d been so terrified that she’d lost him. So terrified that Gris was right and that she didn’t deserve to be loved. To find out that it was all untrue, and that Forrester had been trying to get to her the entire time, it was too much.

“I adore you, Forrester Snow,” she said.

He smiled, and she was overcome with love. She wanted more than anything else to make him happy, to bring him joy and pleasure. He’d been through so much, so much for her, so much while he was a child. It was almost too much for one life.

She extracted herself gently from underneath him and rolled him over onto his back.

“Lie still,” she said when he tried to pull her down.

“What are you doing to me?” he said.

“Only what you deserve,” she said. “Shut your eyes.”

He did as he was told and shut his eyes. Very carefully she unwrapped his bandages. She would be able to put them on again later, but for now she wanted to see him in all his naked glory. She had to get him to sit up, still with his eyes closed, so that she could unwrap him properly. Then she looked down at his perfectly chiseled body and enjoyed the freedom she had to admire him. His body was so perfectly formed it was like something out of an art magazine. His abs made eight little bulges on his stomach. His chest was perfectly formed into two pectorals, almost square in shape, and they led to the strongest, most carefully tattooed arms she’d ever seen. The tattoos were really beautiful. They were of pit bulls, and knowing what those dogs symbolized made them all the more beautiful.

She leaned down to his face and gently licked his mouth.

Forrester moaned. She looked down at his cock and saw it throb. He was pretty spent from the orgasm he’d had, and she was pretty spent herself. She could still feel his come inside her. It was a delicious feeling. She wondered if she could make him come again.

She touched his cock. It throbbed and began to stiffen. She smiled. There was some more life left in that monster yet.

Forrester opened his eyes but she put her hands on his chest and pushed him back down.

“Stay down,” she said, “and keep those eyes closed. You’re mine now.”

He laughed, but he did as he was told. She ran her hands over his beautiful muscles, over the tattoos, and finally toward the delicious shaft of his cock. It was a thrill to touch it, to hold it in her hand like a piece of wood. She caressed it gently with her fingers, running them over the head, along the shaft, and over his sack. Everything about him was perfect. Anatomically, physically, he couldn’t have been more perfect to her. He had scars, wounds, and bruises, but he was perfect.

“It’s my turn to taste you, Forrester,” she said, teasingly.

“Please do,” he said, a broad grin on his face.

“Just keep your eyes closed.”

“I promise, I will,” he said.

She got down between his legs, just as he had with her, and looked at the pink head of his cock. It looked delicious, like a ripe cherry. She wanted to swallow it. She opened her mouth and let the very tip slide inside. Her warm, wet mouth had a magical effect. Instantly, Forrester stiffened and grew to his full length.

“Your mouth was made for me,” he moaned.

She ran her tongue along the underside of his head, licking carefully the place where his foreskin seemed to attach itself to the shaft. This drove Forrester wild. He began to squirm and moan.

“Keep your eyes shut,” she commanded, and he obeyed.

She slid her mouth further down his shaft, taking him to the back of her throat, and she held him there. She let his cock stay there, deep inside her, and she imagined the pleasure that was flowing through his veins. Her hands were on his thighs and she dug her fingers deeper into the muscle. She slid her mouth up to the end and then licked him, licked his head, licked his shaft. She ran her tongue over his sack. He moaned when she did that so she took his sack into her mouth and sucked it gently. She played with it with her tongue. Forrester moaned. He put his hands on her head, ran his fingers through her hair.

She was his. That was all she wanted to be. At that moment, she just wanted to belong to him. He was so strong. He had his guard up against the world. He’d been rejected by his father, thrown into the system, and had come out the other end stronger. He was a rogue. He was an outsider wherever he went. She’d seen it. The way he’d fought with the sheriff’s son and his friends. It had never crossed Forrester’s mind to make friends with those boys, not for a second. And it wasn’t because they wouldn’t have wanted him. It was because, deep in his heart, Forrester knew he was an outsider. He knew there was no place for him.

Except
this
place, with
her
. With Elle, he let his guard down. He showed his softer side. He let her in. Only her. She was the only one he’d made friends with in Stone Peak. He hadn’t so much as looked at another person. In fact, he’d been downright cold and hostile to almost everyone else. But with her, from the moment he set eyes on her, he’d been strangely affectionate.

And that gave her such a feeling of love, such a surge of desire, that she put her mouth back over his shaft and drove her head down on it until he was so far back in her throat she couldn’t breath. She toyed with his cock. She enjoyed it. She relished every second of it. With Gris, she’d done this, but only because it was expected. She’d pretended to like it but she’d always brought it to an end as quickly as possible. This was the opposite. She loved the feeling of it in her mouth. She loved toying with it, playing with it, rubbing her face on it. She wanted more. Only more.

When at last she felt the first spasm of his orgasm, she was almost sad that it was going to bring her playing to an end. She put her mouth over his head and that first spurt of semen leapt into her mouth. She swallowed it as the second spurt came. Forrester was moaning. She wanted all of him, every last drop. She’d never enjoyed doing this until that very moment. Now she just wanted to make sure every drop of him went into her mouth and down her throat. She swallowed what he had to give her and then sucked him some more, so as to make sure she got all of it.

“Oh my God,” Forrester gasped when he was done.

Elle could not possibly have felt more love for him than she did right then. He pulled her up to his lips and kissed her passionately. Then he just held her. He held her so tightly in his arms that she felt sure of his love. She pulled the blanket up over both of them and they fell into a deep and satisfying sleep.

Chapter 45

Forrester

W
HEN FORRESTER WOKE THE FOLLOWING
morning, his body felt as if he’d been hit by a train. He was healing from the beatings he’d received in the jail, but it would still take a little time until he was back to full strength. Elle was already up, sitting by the window, her journal in her hand. She hadn’t noticed that he was awake yet.

He watched her. He’d never seen anything so beautiful in all his life. She was sitting in the sunlight, a warm fire burning in the hearth at her feet. She had a cup of coffee steaming by her hand and the smell of it wafted through the room. Her face was calm and serene. She was so pretty it almost made him want to cry. He’d never felt this way before. It was a completely new sensation.

Forrester had been with his share of women, a lot more than most men, but he’d never been in love. He’d never even been close to being in love. This was it for him, it was the real thing, and he knew it deep in his heart and soul.

He looked at her belly and wondered if he’d succeeded yet. They’d made a lot of love without protection.

Was she pregnant yet?

Was she already the mother of his child? He knew it was possible, and he knew that if there was one thing that could make him love her even more fiercely than he already did, it was that. It took his breath away. That thought. She might already be the mother of his child. He just couldn’t get his head around it. It made his heart thump like a galloping horse.

He pictured her holding a little baby up to her breast, nurturing it, feeding it. His cock stiffened instantly.

“Get over here,” he said.

Elle was startled. She hadn’t noticed that he was awake. She glanced over at him and he threw off the blanket, revealing the erect pole of his cock, which rose up from his lap like the mast of a ship.

“Forrester,” she gasped.

“Get over here,” he said again.

Timidly, she approached him.

He nodded at his erect cock.

“Go ahead, sit on it.”

“What?”

He couldn’t help himself. His animal instinct took over. He grabbed her hand and pulled her toward him. Then, so coarsely that he even surprised himself, he spat on his hand and rubbed the saliva on his cock. He pulled her down onto it. She slid onto him like her body had been built solely for that task. He thrust up into her and she moaned and arched her back. He grabbed her thighs and bucked, thrusting upward again and again. He thrust upward so powerfully that she was almost thrown from him. She had to reach behind her and grab his thighs, just to hold on. Up and up he thrust, more and more powerfully, like a bull in a rodeo. It wasn’t long before they were both moaning and panting in pleasure. And then, as quickly as they’d started, they were both coming.

Forrester orgasmed violently, pleasure and semen overpowering him, pouring into Elle’s delicious, delectable pussy.

“I love you, Elle,” he said.

Her eye caught his, and he could tell that the words had taken her by surprise.

“Yes, I love you. I love you with all my heart. I love you for what you are.”

“What is that?” she said.

She was still sitting on him, as if riding a horse, and he looked up at her delicious little breasts, her pretty face, her glowing hair.

“I saw something in your journal,” he said. “I didn’t read it, but it was open, and on the page it said,
It is better to be hated for what you are than loved for what you are not
.”

“I wrote it there to remind myself,” Elle said.

“Well, I want you to know, that I know what you are, and that’s why I love you. I love you for what you are.”

“You know the whole story?” she said.

“I’ve heard it all, Elle. Gris told it to me.”

“I was worried that that might make you think less of me. Or differently.”

“Never,” Forrester said, shaking his head.

“I thought maybe it would make you think twice about being with me.”

Forrester laughed. “You know as much about me as I do about you,” he said. “You know my father let my mother die. That she died during my birth.”

“I do,” she said.

Forrester nodded. “There aren’t many secrets in small towns like this, are there?”

“No, there aren’t.”

“I guess you also know that my father tried to kill me once. He locked me in a basement with fighting dogs.”

“The pit bulls from your tattoos.”

“Yeah.”

“I heard all of it.”

“If you can love me for all that I am, I sure as hell can love you for every atom in your body, Elle.”

“Really?” she gasped, her eyes filling with tears.

“Really,” he said, and he grabbed his jeans from the floor by the bed.

In the pocket was the ring, his mother’s engagement ring. He hadn’t thought about it since putting it in there. He pulled it out. Then, with a little difficulty because of the injured ribs, which were even more raw after the passionate lovemaking, he climbed out of the bed and faced Elle. He got down on his knee.

Immediately, Elle started to cry. Tears streamed down from her beautiful eyes, over her cheeks, and it was everything Forrester could do to stop himself from kissing her face and drinking those tears. He’d die for this woman, he knew that now.

“Elle Barclay,” he said.

She let out even more tears. He looked at her and again the thought that she might already be carrying a child for him flashed across his mind. He looked at her face, her voluptuous breasts, and the spot between her legs where he knew his come was.

“Elle Barclay, will you do me the honor of being my wife.”

Chapter 46

Elle

E
LLE COULDN’T SPEAK.
She couldn’t say anything. She just nodded her head, and cried, and between sobs, managed to get the words out.

“Yes,” she cried. “Yes of course. Nothing would make me happier in the whole world.”

With that, Forrester bent down and lifted her up from the bed.

“Your ribs,” she cried. “You’ll hurt them.”

“We haven’t been one bit careful with those poor ribs today, have we?” he said.

“No, we haven’t.”

Forrester carried her over to the armchair by the fire and put her down on it. She was wearing a pink nightdress that he found incredibly sexy, and he kissed her and then put his mother’s engagement ring on her finger.

“Where did you get this?” she said.

“It was my mother’s.”

“Oh,” Elle said, and then she started crying again. She couldn’t help it. “I’m sorry I can’t stop crying,” she said.

“You’re allowed to do whatever you want, sweetheart,” he said.

She couldn’t believe it. After everything that had happened, everything she’d been through in her life, all her fears, this was how it was turning out. She was being proposed to by this beautiful, strong, kind man.

She knew he was a bad boy. He got into fights, he was covered in tattoos, he had a sharp mouth, but he also had a heart of pure, solid gold. That was the most important thing in the world to her. More important than the fact that he had a lot of money, or that he was built like a Calvin Klein model, or that he was hot as hell in bed. What mattered was his heart.