Heart of the Hunter (93 page)

As soon as he came, Forrester pulled out of her mouth.

“Oh my God,” he said.

“What?” Elle panted.

“You know what,” he said.

He leapt from the bed and grabbed his jeans. There was a condom in his back pocket and he ripped open the wrapper and slipped the rubber over the head of his cock. He was still hard. Still throbbing with desire for her.

“You still want more?” she said, stunned that he didn’t at least need a break after what she’d just done to him.

Forrester laughed. “I’ll never be able to get enough of you, Elle.”

Chapter 15

Elle

F
ORRESTER PUSHED HER BACK DOWN
onto the bed and looked into her eyes with so much love that she thought she would cry. She’d never been looked at like that. She’d never been treated with so much affection, and perhaps even
love,
as right at that moment.

Elle knew she had issues. She had trust issues. She had emotional issues. Her mother had abandoned her. No one had wanted her. Gris had been all too fond of throwing that in her face and using the weakness that existed in her heart against her. She knew there were fears in her heart that she would one day have to face and overcome.

Abandonment issues didn’t begin to sum it up.

After what she’d experienced, she didn’t think she’d ever get over it. Even though she worked hard at being a strong person, there was a part of her that would always be vulnerable.

What if no one ever wanted her?

What if she didn’t deserve to be loved?

What if her mother had been right to throw her away?

What if she really was worthless?

Those were the things people had been using against Elle her whole life, and she prayed now, looking into Forrester’s beautiful, deep eyes, that they wouldn’t come back to haunt her and get in the way of whatever potential happiness she could have with him.

Because she knew she could have happiness with this man. In the short time they’d been together, she’d picked up on that much. They weren’t just compatible, they were bound by something deeper. He said he’d been watching her, he said they were suited to each other, and she knew he was right.

And she knew, deep down, that he must have had some of the same issues she grappled with. After hearing the story of what his father had done to him, she’d instantly been able to relate. Her own story wasn’t quite as dramatic, but abandonment at a young age was something she knew neither of them would ever fully be able to put behind them.

And then Forrester slid his cock into her.

“Oh, my God,” she moaned.

His cock slid in, deeper and deeper, and it went on for so long that she thought it would never stop. Her eyes widened with each new inch that he invaded inside her. She hadn’t even known something could fit so deep.

“You feel like heaven, Elle,” he said.

“Do I?” she whispered.

“Yes, you do.”

He thrust into her, pushing the full length of his member into the core of her body. Then he slid out, causing a wave of pleasure and sensation to wash over her. No sooner had he withdrawn than he pushed back into her, pressing all the way to the end of his powerful shaft.

He did this over and over, faster and harder, thrusting more and more powerfully. He began to sweat, he began to pant from the exertion, but he kept his eyes open and locked on hers.

“I’m going to come,” he panted.

“Me too,” she moaned.

The next moment, she felt the throb of his orgasm. He clenched her waist in his powerful hands and pulled her body toward his as if she were a doll. His enormous cock impaled her and he’d clamped her against his body. She was completely at his mercy.

“Elle,” he gasped, as a surge of his semen rushed into the condom.

She felt the rubber expand inside her, and the idea of what he was doing to her set off her own orgasm. She gripped his back, her nails digging into the body that was so scarred, so marked by tattoos and the burn marks of his father’s cigarettes. She wanted to cry for him. She wanted to love him, and be loved by him. She wanted to hold on to him and never let go.

She orgasmed so powerfully that her vision blurred. The pleasure raged through her like a wildfire.

Forrester was gripping her so tightly, his cock pounding in and out in the final thrusts of pleasure, his semen pulsing into the condom inside her. She imagined what it would feel like if he wasn’t using the condom, if his seed was pouring freely into her. The thought made her shiver with desire.

When they were finished, they collapsed onto each other, exhausted and spent.

“That was incredible,” Forrester panted.

“I can’t believe it,” she answered.

“Nothing, and I mean nothing, in my life up to this point has come anywhere close to feeling so good,” he said.

He was lying on top of her and he rolled over to her side and pulled her in close against him. She felt safe there, nestled in his arm. He pulled the blanket up over her naked body.

“I’m going to protect you now,” he said. “You sleep well tonight, baby. My job is to make sure you feel safe and protected and warm in my arms.”

Elle smiled. He was sweet. “I hope so,” she answered, her eyes already closing with exhaustion.

Chapter 16

Elle

E
LLE WOKE THE NEXT MORNING
feeling happier than she had in a long time. Getting her brains screwed out by Forrester had a very relaxing effect on her body. She felt as if she’d been at a spa for a long massage the day before. Every muscle was happy and ready to take on a new day.

She slipped out of the bed quietly, careful not to disturb Forrester who was sleeping soundly. There was a desk across the room and she sat on the beautiful antique chair and put on the hotel room coffee machine. As her cup of coffee percolated, she watched Forrester sleep.

The tattoos on his arms and torso were intricate and beautiful, and seemed to tell a story. There were the pit bulls of course, which she knew represented the things his father had done to him as a child, but there were happy things too. There was a sunrise over an ocean, there were mountains with what appeared to be vineyards growing on them, and a beautiful house with a barn outside it. If they were a continuation of the same story as the pit bulls, it appeared as though Forrester had managed to find some happiness for himself. There was also a gun tattoo however, and an open safe, and the logo of the Harley Davidson motorcycle company. Elle wasn’t sure what to make of it all. Could it be that Forrester was some kind of criminal? That would explain why he was staying in the honeymoon suite of what had to be one of the most expensive ski lodges in the world.

She sighed as she gazed at him.

He was so dreamy she could hardly believe he was hers.
If he was hers
. She knew all too well that the passion a man might show in the night, could very easily vanish the next morning.

Was that what was happening here?

Elle tried not to worry about that. She knew that her insecurities sometimes made her doubt people who wished her nothing but good. She couldn’t let her own demons creep in and spoil her relationship with Forrester.

But what if he was playing her?

What if all this was too good to be true?

It certainly felt that way. Who was she to deserve so much affection and attention from the hottest guy in town? Phil and his friends, she could see them giving her attention. They were the kind of creeps she was used to. But Forrester was
different
. He was above all of that stuff. He was living a life less ordinary. Elle could tell that much already.

As the coffee brewed, she couldn’t help but worry that she was being a fool. Forrester had been good to her, he was a kind and generous lover, but he couldn’t really be falling for her the way she was falling for him. Of course he couldn’t. Life wasn’t a fairytale. She was the girl who’d been abandoned by her own mother, after all. People didn’t love Elle. They
liked
her, sure, but they didn’t
love
her. She wasn’t worth it.

She bit her lip as she watched Forrester breathing gently in his sleep. Maybe he liked her. She wished she could jump into his mind and find out. Was he playing her, or did he really like her? She couldn’t take the risk. She couldn’t let herself get hurt.

She was a fighter above anything else. She didn’t drop her guard for anyone. Not for her mother, not for Gris, and not for this amazing man whose bed she’d just shared.

If he liked her, if he wanted her to trust him, he’d have to show her that. He’d have to overcome the defenses she’d built up around herself.

Silently, with a heavy heart, she picked up her clothes and put them on. Then, she quietly unlocked the bedroom door. She was gone before the coffee had even brewed.

Chapter 17

Forrester

F
ORRESTER WOKE WITH A START.
The hotel room door had just been shut. He’d half heard it, half dreamed it, but he knew it was true.

“Elle,” he called out, softly. “Elle, are you there?”

No answer. He smiled to himself.

Gone already
.

That was a first. Forrester had snuck out of girls’ bedrooms at dawn many a time, but this was the first time a girl had pulled the same thing on him. She wasn’t as easy prey as he’d thought. He would have sworn she’d be eating out of the palm of his hand after the night of sex they’d just had. There’s no way on earth she’d ever orgasmed as hard, or as often, ever before. He didn’t care who she’d been with, he knew he had a rare gift when it came to pleasuring women’s bodies, and they
always
came back for more.

Maybe he’d met his match.

There was a cup of coffee at the machine and he got out of bed to get it. It was hot. She must have just made it. Had she been intending to drink it herself? Had she thought better of being in a hotel room with a guy like him? He looked down at his naked body and despite the muscle and tattoos, all he saw were the cigarette burns and scars.

Forrester had confidence, but he wasn’t beyond self-doubt. He knew exactly what it felt like to be rejected. Had he just been rejected by Elle? He had a sneaking suspicion he had.

Was she protecting herself from him, so that he wouldn’t be able to reject her?

Maybe.

One thing was sure. She was in his head now and he wouldn’t be able to forget her. He didn’t think a girl had ever gotten under his skin the way Elle had. He pictured the look on her face when she’d orgasmed the night before, the way she’d bitten her lip and moaned his name. His dick got hard just thinking about her.

If she’d stuck around, he’d have had his way with her again for breakfast.

He thought of her soft, supple breasts, the taste of her nipples under his tongue. He though of the soft lips of her pussy, and the way she’d been hungry for his cock. Her mouth was like a piece of heaven. He’d come so hard inside her, but he wanted more. He thirsted for more.

And the room felt so empty without her now. He saw that the chair had been pulled out. That’s where she must have been sitting while she made the coffee. What had she thought while she sat there? Had she worried about what he’d thought of her? Forrester hoped so, he hoped that was the reason she’d taken off.

He felt suddenly lonely. He ran his fingers over the chair, where her butt had been.

“Elle,” he whispered.

He picked up the phone on the desk. He didn’t have a number he could reach her at, so he did the next best thing and dialed Lacey’s number. Lacey was the one person in the world who’d always been there for him. He could always turn to her. She was like a big sister.

“Forrester, how are you, baby? How did the funeral go?”

“It went fine, Lacey. As good as can be expected, anyhow.”

“Did anyone show up? Any family members?”

“Nope, just me and the priest.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Forrester.”

“It’s all right. I don’t think I could have handled meeting any relatives. It’s better the way it was.”

“You sound a little down. Are you upset about it?”

“No, not at all.”

“What is it then?”

“It’s nothing.”

“Forrester.”

“All right, all right. It’s a girl. I met a girl here.”

“A girl? And you’re down. That doesn’t sound like you.”

“I know, right.”

“You’re usually the one doing the heart breaking.”

“Well, now I’m getting my karma, Lacey. Because this girl could really break my heart.”

“Oh, come on. You’re just feeling emotional from the funeral. You can’t have fallen that hard. You only just left a few days ago.”

“I know, I know. Maybe it is the funeral and all, but this girl, she’s different, Lacey.”

“Sure she is.”

Forrester laughed. “You wouldn’t understand.”

“I get it. You’re smitten. Enjoy it. It’s a beautiful feeling, if you can handle the agony of it.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Anyway, I can’t imagine there’s any girl up there in the mountains that wouldn’t return your feelings. Unless she’s already taken. She’s not in a relationship is she?”

“No, not at all. At least not as far as I can tell.”

“And she turned you down?”

“Well, not exactly. She came back to my room last night.”

“Oh, Forrester, that sounds like things are going right according to plan.”

“Yeah, except for the fact that she was gone when I woke up.”

It was Lacey’s turn to laugh.

“It’s not funny,” he protested.

“Well,” Lacey said, “now you know what it’s like for girls. You guys pull that shit all the time.”

“I guess we do.”

“Yes, you do.”

Forrester cleared his throat. “Why would she have left? Because the sex wasn’t good?”

“Calm down, casanova. Don’t start doubting yourself just yet. You really are clueless about girls, aren’t you?”

“Of course I am. I’m a guy.”

Forrester could hear in Lacey’s voice how much she was enjoying the conversation. “Well, let me set you straight, sweetie. Girls don’t slip out in the morning because the sex wasn’t good. We slip out because we’re afraid you’re not going to want to see us there in the morning.”