Heart of the Hunter (16 page)

I finished cleaning up the mess I had made and set the broom and dustpan in the corner. I heard a loud grunt from behind me and turned to see Hunter pulling the battery out of the car. He blew the stray hair from his eyes and let the battery drop on the table next to him. He wiped his hands on a towel that now hung from his waist and moved to a shelving unit across the room.

“How’s it going over there? Anything I can do to help?”

He just looked over at me and laughed to himself.

“No,
darling
. Just sit tight and don’t break anything else.”

Part of me felt like an idiot, some helpless lady sitting there while the man did all the work. At the same time, I liked the feeling. I liked having a man like that fix my broken car. I watched Hunter move across the room with various parts and tools, watched him working beneath the hood and coming up every now and then for a drink and to wipe the sweat from his forehead. I had no idea what he was doing, but I knew it was fine. He’d clean his grease covered hands on the towel and then go back to it. I just stood there and took in his every movement, every grunt he let out as he went about his work in silence.

He was trying to be a jerk to me, and all I was thinking was that it was nice to be taken care of by a man for once in my life.

After about fifteen minutes, he slammed the hood, turned around, and sat back on it.

“You’re all good to go, sweetheart,” he said as he took out a cigarette from his nearly empty pack. He seemed to either always have a bottle or a cigarette in his hands.

I watched his lips purse when he took in the smoke as he brought the flame close to his face, making it glisten in the sweat that covered him.

He pulled the fire away and breathed out a thick cloud that hung in the air before it slowly disappeared.

“You drink and smoke more than anyone I’ve ever seen. Aren’t you worried about the damage you’re doing?”

He let out a loud laugh. It was the first time I had heard something like that from him. I wasn’t even sure he was capable of light-hearted emotion. Everything about him was so intense, so primal. This was the first time I had broken through that. It felt good, even if it was unintentional.

“No, Kelly. I’m not worried. There’s nothing a bottle or smoke can do to me that’s any worse than what’s already been done.”

He wasn’t bragging and he didn’t sound upset. He just said it, matter of fact, and took another drag of his cigarette. It was the closest I had come to finding out just who this man was and I wanted more.

Who are you? How did you get here? Why me?

“Hunter, what are you talking about?”

He stood up and walked over to the sink, letting water run over his hands and take whatever last bits of grime clung to them down the drain.

“Nothing, sweetheart. I’m fucking drunk. Talking shit. Don’t worry about it.”

He may have been drunk, in fact, there was no way he couldn’t be, but he wasn’t lying. He had only been in my life since that morning, but one thing I knew more than anything was that he didn’t lie. Everything about him was pure and honest. The anger, the strength, the desire. He didn’t make excuses or try and be anything other than what he was. When he did speak, he meant it.

“Hunter. Who are you? Why are you here?”

He turned off the tap and walked back over to the hood of my car, grabbing the whiskey bottle on the way. When he looked up at me, he paused and stared like he was going to finally open up to me. He was about to tell me just who this mysterious stranger was and what he wanted. Then his eyes broke away and he took a pull from the bottle.

“I told you this morning, Kelly. I’m from up east, it was time to go, now I’m here and I work on cars. That’s it.”

That wasn’t it. It was like he forgot that I saw him almost kill two men today, or that he’d taken me back to my house and set it on fire with both of us in it. Didn’t he know I could see who he really was every time his deep, blue eyes locked onto mine?

There was power and there was pain, and whether he liked it or not, he had pulled me into both. I didn’t have a choice and now I wanted to go further. I wanted to see all of him. Who he was, really.

I slowly walked toward him and his eyes met mine. He didn’t move, just sat on the hood and kept alternating between whiskey and smoke.

I could feel my heart rate rise and had the sensation that I was being pulled toward him and pushed away at the same time. I wanted to stop moving, but I couldn’t.

When I finally stood in front of him, my gaze instinctively went to the floor. I was standing in between his legs and wanted nothing more than to climb on top of him and feel his body against mine.

“Well. Hello there, darling.”

He spoke like he had known I would come to him all along, and he had just been waiting for me to give in.

I put my hand on his knee and ran it over his thigh. I could feel his cock getting hard down the inside of his leg, but kept my hand running up his colossal body. I moved my fingers over every groove in his stomach and finally stopped to place my hand, palm down, on his rock hard chest. I looked up and saw his eyes staring back down at me. I felt weak. I closed and opened my hand over his shirt and could feel his slow and steady heartbeat. My breathing was deep yet calm. His arms stayed at his side except when he lifted a cigarette or bottle to his lips. I don’t know how much time passed and I didn’t care. Being there, so close to him, with my hands on him, it was like a part of me that had been empty all my life was at last being filled. Now, if he would only take me in his arms. I wanted to feel his hands squeeze me and pull me close to him. I wanted to feel his mouth on mine. I wanted to gasp as he put all of himself inside of me. I wanted all his power and all his pain.

“Hunter,” I let out the words soft and painfully. “Who are you?”

He blew out the last drag of his cigarette before bringing his hand up and running his fingers along my jaw and tucking the hair behind my ear.

“You sure you want to know, sweetheart?”

I could feel myself starting to breathe harder and faster as he grabbed the back of my head and crashed his lips into mine, pulling me close, and holding me like he would never let me go.

Chapter 30

Hunter

Y
OU ARE MINE.
You are fucking mine and I will fucking die before I ever let you think otherwise.

I grabbed the back of her head and pushed my mouth onto hers. She was moving frantically and I had to wrap my other arm around her waist to hold her in place. My cock was growing against her and I knew she could feel it as she pressed her body up to mine and moaned into my mouth. I moved both my hands down to her perfectly round ass and squeezed as I pulled her body close. She slid her hands to the back of my head and kept breathing deeper every time she opened her lips to mine. I held her tighter and then lifted her onto my lap so I could feel her pussy rubbing against my rock hard cock. She started to move up and down my shaft and sighed louder each time.

I stood up and lifted her with me, feeling her legs wrap around my waist and her soft tits press against my chest. I ran my hands across her ass and down the backs of her thighs, gripping them tight and pushing myself onto her.

“Goddamn it, Kelly. I have to get these fucking shorts off you now. Right fucking now.”

I turned around and slammed her body down on the hood of the car and broke our lips apart.

She stared up at me, running her tongue across her lips, and started to undo the buttons of her shorts. I pushed her hands out of the way and pinned them above her head as she let out a soft whimper. I brought my lips down on hers again. I opened her mouth with my tongue and felt hers slip through my lips.

I let go of her arms, brought my hands down to her waist, and pulled her shorts off, throwing them somewhere over my shoulder.

There she was. That wet pussy I had been dreaming about since I walked out of her kitchen that afternoon.

I wanted to shove my face between her legs and taste the sweet juices that were starting to seep out of her. I wanted to run my tongue over her thighs and between her folds, opening her up for my cock.

But I didn’t.

I wanted to see her and I wanted her to see me. Completely.

I took two steps back and just stood there, looking at her. She looked up in a frenzy, trying to figure out why I had stopped and whether I would keep going.

“Hunter?” she said, tentatively.

“Shut up, Kelly, and take off your shirt.”

As she reached down and slowly pulled her tank top over her head, I did the same. Her tits rose with the shirt and then bounced back into place perfectly.

“Oh my God, Kelly. You’re fucking beautiful.”

There she was, sitting on the hood of the car, completely naked, legs spread, just waiting for me.

“Hunter, please,” she moaned out as she lay back and ran her hands through her hair.

She was so ready for me. She wanted this as much as I did. What she wanted with a guy like me, I’ll never know. She was too good for me.

“Touch your pussy,” I said, my voice a low growl.

She looked up with a confused look on her face. She wanted my fucking cock. I was going to give it to her, but not before she absolutely knew that she needed it. I wanted her to know that she would always need it.

“I said, touch your pussy. Open yourself up. I want to see you try and get yourself off and beg me for my fucking cock.”

Her beautiful green eyes stared back at me as she moved her right hand to her mouth and wet two fingers. Then, she reached between her legs and opened herself up, slowly rubbing her clit, never taking her eyes off me. She moaned softly as she obeyed my command and waited for me to give her what she needed.

I kicked off my boots, pulled my coveralls off, and stepped out of them. My cock was aching, it was so hard. It pointed right at her like it knew what it was getting.

As I stood there, watching her touch herself, it took all my strength not to move into her and give her what we both wanted.

I could see her eyes widen as she gazed down my body and saw my throbbing cock standing tall for her. I reached down and grabbed it.

“Is this what you fucking need, sweetheart?”

She kept rubbing her clit, faster and faster, and nodded her head.

“Say it. Tell me you need this cock. You know you do. You know you always have. That pussy belongs to me and you fucking know it. Now say it.”

I was rock hard and calm as I could be. I knew she needed me, just like I needed her. It was like we’d been made for each other. I wanted her to fucking say it to me. I had to hear the words from her pretty fucking mouth.

“Give it to me, Hunter. Please. Let me have it,” she breathed. She was saying the words, but not fully understanding how true they were.

“What do you need? Fucking say it.”

She threw her head back as she toyed with herself and moaned in desperation.

“Your cock. I need your cock, Hunter. I need it inside me. Now.”

“Because you know that pussy is mine. Because you know that pussy always has been and always will be
mine
.”

“Yes. Goddamn you, yes. I’m yours. Now, Hunter, please now.”

I smiled. I had won. She didn’t realize it yet, but that was the moment of my victory over her, right there. I slowly moved toward her, grabbed her hand from between her legs, and moved it to my mouth. Slowly, I sucked the taste off of her fingers. Then I pinned her hand over her head. I looked down on her. All of her.

You’re fucking mine. Forever.

Chapter 31

Kelly

I
COULD FEEL HUNTER’S HOT
mouth running over my fingers, taking them in and cleaning my wetness from them. I wanted him to move his face down and kiss me between my legs like he had before. I wanted to feel the waves of heat that were building in my stomach as they started moving throughout my whole being.

The hood of the car felt cool on my warm, naked body, and the contrast between it and the heat coming off of us sent shivers running up and down my spine.

Hunter started moving his mouth from my fingers and worked his way down my arm, wrapping it around his neck as he went. He cupped my naked breast with his hand and squeezed my nipple, gently rolling it between his fingers until it was fully hard, sending a sharp sensation shooting across my body. I could feel myself getting hot and wet between my legs for him. I wanted him inside me now more than ever.

He ran his tongue from my arms across to my breast and flicked it over the hard nipple he had just teased with his fingers. He took it in his mouth and sucked on it, gently causing me to let out a soft sigh when he took his mouth away. The cool hood of the car and our overheating bodies, his wet mouth soothing my nipple after he had squeezed it, it was all too much. I felt the pressure building again and I wanted to come right then, but I wanted much more to let him continue to send waves of pleasure crashing over the rest of me. I wasn’t ready for this to end.

Hunter wrapped both his hands around the sides of my stomach and brought himself up so he was looking down at me. He slid his hands up my torso and caressed my breasts gently, running his thumbs across and around the outside of my nipples.

“You are so fucking beautiful, Kelly,” he whispered as he brought his lips down on mine again, this time running his hands down to my legs and spreading them open so I could feel his erection rubbing up and down between my folds.

“Yes. Please, Hunter. I need you inside me.”

He kept his mouth pressed to mine, letting his tongue dart in and out, and brought his hand down to my opening. Slowly spreading me, he moved one of his fingers around the mouth of my pussy and I could feel him slowly sliding in and out, deeper with his finger each time he circled back.

He brought his thumb over my clitoris and began to rub softly as his finger moved in and out of my soaking pussy. I could feel tension growing in my stomach and starting to move down to my core. When he hooked his finger just inside my wall and pressed on the same spot he had earlier, I let out a sound I didn’t even know I had in me. The pressure was mounting and I wanted to come so badly, but I knew I couldn’t. He was right. I needed his cock. I needed him to give me his full, powerful cock before I orgasmed.