His Every Defense

His Every Defense (For His Pleasure, Book 10)

By Kelly Favor

© 2012 All Rights Reserved

Hunter woke her up that morning, his warm hand rubbing her back and stroking her hair.

She stirred, coming out of a dream in which she’d been running for what felt like days, only to end up back where she started—at Hunter’s castle. And Terrence was waiting.

Her eyes snapped open and Hunter was watching her.

“Nightmare?” he asked.

She nodded, sliding closer to him, both of them still naked after the previous night’s activities.

His warm body enveloped her and his strong arms wrapped around her. Instantly, Kallie felt safe and taken care of. “Terrence. I keep having nightmares about him.”

She sensed Hunter’s body stiffening with anger at just the mention of Terrence’s name. “You don’t need to worry anymore,” he said, kissing her forehead. “I’m going to take care of everything—especially him.”

Kallie put her hands on Hunter’s bare, muscular chest. “Please, no more.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Promise me you won’t do anything dangerous to try and hurt him. He’s not worth getting into trouble for.”

He sighed. “I can’t promise you that, Kallie.”

Kallie looked up at him. She could tell there would be no arguing this point—his mind was made up. “What are you going to do?”

“I don’t know, exactly. But he better stay away from us, because I’m not a man who’s going to let a bully terrorize the woman I love.”

Even though Hunter’s intensity made her uneasy, Kallie was grateful that he was brave enough to want to protect her from Terrence.

And she also enjoyed hearing him say that he loved her again. She could listen to that kind of thing all day.

“Let’s just try and forget about all of the negative stuff about what happened,” she said, making a decision to take her own advice as the words came out of her mouth. “I want to enjoy being with each other.”

“Agreed,” he said. “I’ve been waiting for this time together. It feels like forever since I held you in my arms.”

She snuggled closer, feeling another part of him stiffening in response. His breathing sped up a little, and his hands began exploring her body more freely.

She moaned softly as he caressed her shoulder and then her hip, his hand sliding down her leg, trailing his fingers down her calf. A moment later, both of his hands moved to her breasts and she gasped as he cupped them delicately.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered, looking at her as if he’d never seen her before.

She moaned again, her eyes heavy lidded with desire.

He began sucking her breasts, moving from one to the other, his tongue skillfully lingering on her nipples until each one was as stiff and hard and sensitive. His fingers played with each nipple, teasing her as she felt heat blazing between her legs.

His hard shaft was stiff and close by, brushing against her slickness as he continued to play with her nipples.

“I want you inside me,” she said.

He smiled, reaching down and taking hold of his own shaft. “You want me to slide inside of you, right now?”

“Please.” She moved her hips towards him, wanting it more than ever.

He slapped the head of his cock against her wet mound, causing a thrill of sensations to shoot through her.

She cried out.

Hunter slapped himself against her again. He began tapping rhythmically, not going inside at all, teasing and torturing her with his manhood.

Wildly, Kallie bucked her hips, wanting him to end the torture but also loving every moment of it.

“You’re not ready yet,” he told her, seeming to enjoy the reaction he was producing.

“I’m ready. Please,” she begged.

“No. Turn over,” he commanded.

Kallie quickly spun onto her stomach, careful not to put any pressure on her left ankle. She arched her back, elevating her buttocks and hoping to entice Hunter with the view she provided him.

He slid his body onto hers, still holding himself up enough that his weight wasn’t oppressive. Kallie could feel his stomach and chest pressing against her back, his warmth radiating outward.

He began kissing along the back of her neck as he stroked his shaft between her buttocks, stimulating her. Then he sat up a little, his shaft still pressed there.

“You have such a beautiful ass,” he said, his voice husky with desire. He slapped one buttock with his hand, lightly but firmly enough to cause her to squeak with pleasure.

He smacked her butt again.

Kallie moaned. Her skin was tingling now, and the sensation of his huge shaft against her was exciting. He pressed down a bit more, and there was pressure now, stimulating her anus and clitoris at the same time.

Almost against her will, she began slowly rotating her pelvis, wanting him inside her, wanting him to fill her again.

“Not yet,” he told her, knowing what she was asking for without her having to say a word.

He slapped her butt--then began massaging her buttocks with both hands as he slid his hard cock back and forth, back and forth.

“Oh, God,” she cried out, as one of his hands slid around and under her pelvis, his fingers sliding and entering her tunnel. He found her swollen clit with his fingers and began massaging that too.

“You’re almost there,” he told her, coaxing her.

“Oh, oh, oh,” she breathed, as he plunged his fingers in again, and again and again.

Now he was draping his body on top of her once more, still fingering her entrance, rubbing it furiously and then plunging in with two fingers.

His cock was still between her cheeks, spreading them and his pelvis put even more pressure on her. His other hand slid around and grasped her left breast.

He was kissing her neck now, and all his body weight was on her, and the pressure from his heaviness was intense.

He was like an animal, as he slid down just enough, and she arched her hips giving him access.

Hunter groaned with intense pleasure as his enormous shaft spread her entrance and slid greedily into her wet tunnel.

“You’re fucking me,” she moaned. “You’re finally fucking me.”

“Yes,” he rasped, forcing himself as deep as he could possibly go.

Kallie could feel the very end of his shaft against her mound as he penetrated her every layer. She was soaking wet with juices and sweat now.

Slowly, he pulled most of the way out and then thrust inside again, punctuating it with a growl of ecstasy.

Kallie moaned along with him.

Now he was sliding in and out of her more regularly, and she took him with ease, grabbing onto his flesh with her own. “You feel amazing,” he whispered in her ear.

She couldn’t even speak in return, because the sensations he was creating in her body were like nothing she’d ever felt.

Slowly, and then more quickly, he was bringing her to climax. She could feel it building, building, growing as she became ready to complete.

Her moans were frenetic, almost howls now. Kallie lost her self-consciousness entirely, not caring how wild or crazy she sounded. She couldn’t control her desire, couldn’t control what Hunter was doing to her.

His body had molded into hers and he seemed to know everything to do, every way to touch her and hold her and fuck her.

Soon she was climaxing, in one glorious, blinding crash of the wave upon the shore.

He held her tightly, thrusting one final time as she called his name over and over again.

When it was done, they both lay panting beside one another, almost unable to speak.

“What the hell was that?” she laughed, finally.

“I think they call it making love,” Hunter said, and then he laughed too.

“I think you just blew my mind out. Literally.” She shook her head. “I can’t think straight. Or maybe that’s because someone else tried to blow my mind out with a tire iron.”

Hunter stopped laughing. “Don’t say that.”

She turned and saw the expression on his face. “I’m sorry. I was just kidding around.”

He was staring at her. “I almost lost you. I can’t find that funny.”

“I understand.”

Hunter pulled her close again and began kissing her, gently at first and then more solidly.

As they were kissing, there was suddenly a large chiming sound.

The doorbell.

Hunter sat up, as if he’d heard a gunshot. “Who the hell could that be?” he said, and she saw him looking around, she wasn’t sure for what. He hopped out of bed, moving more quickly than a man his size should have been able to move, gathering some clothes. He put them on in a flash and started for the door. “Get dressed,” he told her over his shoulder, as he left the room.

Kallie was suddenly anxious, cold, the sweat chilling her skin now.

She couldn’t move very quickly, so she did her best to hobble to her bag and pull out a change of clothes. For now, sweatpants and a t-shirt would have to do. Just getting into those clothes would be difficult with her ankle being as sore as it was.

As she was gingerly sliding on her sweatpants, she heard the front door opening and then the sound of male voices.

At first, Kallie thought it might be Terrence or one of his minions, and her whole body froze and contracted in fear. But then, she heard how calm Hunter sounded and decided that it must be somebody else--perhaps a work associate.

“Kallie?” Hunter called.

“I’m coming!” she said.

“Do you need help?” he called up.

“No, I can do it myself!” she yelled down, although she wasn’t actually sure she could manage the stairs on her own yet.

Sliding her pants the rest of the way on and then pulling the t-shirt over her head, she grabbed her crutches and maneuvered out the door and to the stairs. Looking down, she saw a tall man, probably around Hunter’s age, staring up at her.

She didn’t recognize him, but he seemed to be waiting for her to come down.

Kallie transferred the crutches to her free hand and grabbed the railing with her left hand. Holding her bad foot out in front of her, she half-hopped, half-walked down the steps as best she could.

By the time she reached the first floor, sweat had broken out on her forehead and she was breathing heavily.

“Sorry about that,” the man said. “I didn’t mean to disturb you both.”

“That’s okay,” she said, not even knowing who he was in the first place.

“Kallie, this is—“ Hunter began.

“I’m Detective Phillips,” the man said.

“Hi. Nice to meet you.”

He smiled kindly. He had short, dirty blond hair and he looked like he could just as easily spent his days surfing as being a police officer. Although he might not have been as classically handsome as Hunter, his strong jaw and light blue eyes made him come across as an attractive man.

“Can we sit down for a moment and talk?” Detective Phillips asked.

Hunter looked bothered, but he nodded and forced a smile. “Of course. Would you like a drink—water, coffee?”

“I’d love some coffee.” The detective smiled.

Hunter made a quick expression of annoyance that only Kallie seemed to notice.

“Kallie, you want some coffee too?”

“Yes, please,” she said, getting on her crutches and following Hunter into the kitchen.

Detective Phillips followed behind her. “Nice place you’ve got here,” he said loudly, as they made their way into the kitchen.

Hunter glanced back. “Thanks. I like it very much.” Kallie noticed that his voice had taken on a formal quality that made him seem less accessible and not very warm.

The police officer was taking in every detail of the house, Kallie thought, as he finally settled into a chair at the kitchen table. He was dressed in khakis and a button down shirt, with a simple blazer that pulled up to reveal a holster as he sat down.

Seeing a glimpse of his gun somehow made everything that had happened to her feel more real. She reached up and touched the bandage on her head, as if confirming the reason behind his visit. Then she placed her crutches nearby and then gently lowered herself into one of the chairs opposite the detective.

Meanwhile, Hunter was fixing coffee, using a scooper to put the grounds into the high-tech coffee pot on the counter.

Detective Phillips turned his light blue eyes toward Kallie now. “I’m very sorry to hear about your injuries, Miss Young.”

She shrugged. “The doctor told me I was very lucky—it could have been much worse.”

“Be that as it may, you were the victim of a vicious assault. Can you tell me what you remember about that night?” He suddenly took out a small black digital recording device and placed it on the table. “I’m just going to keep this for my notes, if you don’t mind.”

She stared at the recorder and licked her lips. For some reason, it made her feel as if
she
were the one being investigated for a crime.

Hunter turned and noticed what was going on. His eyes narrowed.

The detective took note of their reactions. “Is this okay? Are you uncomfortable with me recording this conversation?”

“No, it’s fine,” she said, trying to smile.

“It’s just for accuracy. I won’t be sending it to TMZ or anything.” He flashed a smile that might have been charming in other circumstances.