His New Jam (7 page)

Hunter thought again about Sydney. What kind of resolution would she have? Then he decided she wouldn't have one. She was the kind of girl who wanted to live without regrets.

Chapter 7

S
ydney unlocked the apartment door and found only the kitchen light on, which meant Trish was already in bed. She would never know Syd had invited Hunter over.

Syd raced through the living room and her bedroom, straightening up. She had no idea what had gotten into her. She knew going out with Hunter was a mistake. Everyone in band would know. But this wasn't dating. This was sex. And if she didn't get some soon, she might explode. Ever since their kiss, she couldn't stop thinking about him.

Watching him punch Daniel had made her hotter.

She had just enough time to change her clothes and freshen up before Hunter texted to say he was almost there. She told him not to ring the bell because Trish was sleeping, so she went down to wait for him.

Standing in her bare feet wasn't the wisest choice because when she opened the door to let Hunter in, she also allowed a gust of cold air to follow. Instead of greeting him, she said, “Damn. It's cold. Follow me.” She ran up the stairs to the apartment and heard his heavy steps behind her.

When they were both in the apartment with the door closed, she looked him over. She liked his worn leather jacket. It gave him the appearance of a bad boy. “Hi.”

“How was class?” he asked quietly.

She invited the guy over for sex and he asked about class. She had no idea what to think of him. Pressing against him, she went up on tiptoe and kissed his cold lips. His hands immediately came to her face, stroking her cheeks and then threading into her hair. She loved the strong yet gentle way he held her.

Pulling away for a breath, she asked, “Did you want a drink?”

“Whatever you want.”

She grabbed his hand and pulled him toward her bedroom. Closing the door and clicking the lock, she said, “We have to be quiet. Trish has to work early.”

He took off his jacket and tossed it on her chair. “You sure about this?”

“As long as it remains just between us, I'm totally sure.”

He dipped his head and tasted her lips, but it wasn't enough for her. Being alone with him, feeling the hard press of his body, all she could think about was getting him naked. She tugged at his T-shirt to feel the smooth skin beneath.

He reached over his head and yanked the shirt off one-handed. That made one hell of a GIF for her to replay in her mind later. She kissed his chest and down his stomach. The bulge in his pants let her know he was more than ready to go. She unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down his hips. His dick strained against his boxer briefs. She stroked him through the cotton before peeling the waistband down and kissing the head.

He groaned and stiffened. She lowered to her knees and took him in her mouth. He tangled his fingers in her hair again and guided her head. She hummed with the applied pressure and he grunted. He throbbed in her mouth and she got aroused knowing she knocked him as off balance as he did her.

Hissing, he pulled away. “Come here.” He hauled her to her feet and pulled her clothes off. One minute she was dressed, the next, she wore nothing. He closed in again, but instead of feasting on her mouth he went for her neck. He licked and kissed and sucked until she was panting. His fingers moved to her boobs and tugged on her nipples.

Gripping her hips, he pulled her forward, maneuvering her toward the bed. He shook his hips a couple of times to make his pants and underwear drop to his ankles and then stepped out of them. He kissed her again, and his dick prodded her stomach. His hands were all over, like he was a damn octopus, like he needed to touch every inch of her. Except the one place she craved his touch.

“God, please touch me, already.”

“I'm touching everything.”

“You know what I mean, Hunter.”

A wicked grin crossed his face. “Like this?” he whispered in her ear. His hand moved south and his middle finger slid across her slit. “Already wet.” He groaned again, the vibration of his voice weakening her knees.

He banded an arm around her waist and kissed her like his life depended on it while his fingers stroked her until she trembled.

“Please tell me you have a condom.”

“In my jeans, but we don't need it yet.”

“Yeah, we do. I want you inside me now.”

“I want you to come like this, right now.” His fingers thrust into her and his thumb circled her clit.

With him moving like that, it wouldn't take long. He felt so damn good. She clasped his shoulders for balance, her nails digging into his flesh. Her forehead thumped against his chest. Her orgasm spiked and Hunter kissed her to stifle her moan.

He shifted and bent to pick up his jeans, but he kept one hand on her hip as if he thought she couldn't stand on her own. He was right.

Letting go of her, he sat on the edge of the bed and rolled the condom on. “Come here.”

He pulled her close, nudging her legs wide with his knees. He wanted her to straddle him.

She laughed. “I don't think my legs have the strength for that workout.”

“I got you covered.”

She climbed onto his lap and he guided himself into her. She sighed as her eyes rolled back. Over the last two years she'd tried to convince herself she wasn't missing much, but God had she missed this.

With his hands on her ass cheeks, Hunter lifted her and brought her back down. When they connected, his pelvic bone bumped her clit, sending a shock through her. He eased back and created a calming rhythm.

As her legs regained their strength, she began to move with him, but he never gave her full control. He moved her shoulders back so he could suck on her nipples again and she tightened on his dick.

“I'm almost there. You?”

“I'm good.”

“You'll be better.” He licked his thumb and rubbed her clit again as his mouth latched onto her nipple.

The assault to her senses overwhelmed her. The octopus was back and he was all over her. The orgasm built again and she forced herself up and close to him. She wanted to be pressed against his body to feel his slick skin when she came. His hands moved back to her hips, his own pistoning quickly. She bit his shoulder as she came. Moments later, Hunter's body stiffened and he pulsed inside her.

They sat like that for a long time, with her sitting on his lap, head on his shoulder, his arms wrapped tightly around her. Their hearts raced in time, and their erratic breathing was the only sound in the room.

Fingers on her back woke her. Sydney squinted against the sunlight and looked over her shoulder. Hunter traced her tattoo. A sharp rap on the door made her jump.

“Hey, girl, you're late for class. Get your ass in gear. I'll see you tonight.”

Sydney rolled over and slapped a hand on Hunter's mouth. She waited until she heard the front door close. Panic stole through her. “Fuck. What time is it?”

Hunter rolled away and checked his phone. “Eight thirty.”

“Damn it.”

“What?”

“I have a nine o'clock class. That I'm obviously going to miss. Fuck.”

“Shit. I'm sorry. You didn't say anything last night and I didn't think about setting an alarm. We were both pretty spent.” He sat up and swung his legs off the bed. “If we hurry, maybe you'll make it for part of the class.”

She climbed out of bed with tears clawing at her throat. How had she let this happen? The first time she slept with a guy since Tony and she was already fucking up. Gathering clothes from her dresser, she did everything she could to avoid making eye contact with Hunter. She knew it wasn't his fault she'd missed class, but she wanted to blame him.

“Hey,” he said from behind her. The heat from his body warmed her back. His arms circled her and he kissed her head. “You go take a shower and I'll make you some coffee. You'll get there. No big deal.”

He had no idea how big a deal it was. This was how it had started last time. A missed class here or there. No big deal. Until it was.

“Thanks,” she mumbled and left the room.

By the time she got out of the shower and dressed, Hunter had a to-go cup of coffee ready for her. He was fully clothed, even wearing his jacket.

“I left it black.”

She dumped in a heaping mound of sugar. “Sorry to make you rush like this.”

“No problem. I don't have class until ten.” He pulled his keys out. “I'll see you tonight, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Don't forget the parking permit I gave you yesterday.”

He pressed a quick kiss to her lips and walked out the door. Sydney stomped down the stairs and ran to her car. She hadn't missed a class all semester, so this shouldn't be an issue, but finals were coming up. It'd be just her luck that she'd miss something vital today.

She needed to learn to not get caught up in a guy, stay on track. But Trish had been right. She missed having fun, and sleeping with Hunter had been fabulous.

She continued her self-talk all the way to school. Hunter hadn't been anything like Tony. There had been no manipulation to get her to sleep in and cuddle with him. Hunter had apologized for making her late and even made her a coffee. As much as she appreciated it, though, it was more than she expected or even wanted from a guy she was sleeping with.

That evening, Sydney got a spot right in front of Hunter's apartment, glad she already had the permit in her window. Nerves skittered through her. Her life suddenly felt very unsettled and that was all due to Hunter. She'd accepted that she wouldn't have any relationships until after she graduated. She was okay with it. He was making a mess of everything, but not necessarily in a bad way. She hoped.

Grabbing her bag, she ran up to the house. The sound hit her through the door. Hunter was playing. That man knew how to play a ballad. If it wasn't so freaking cold out, she would've stood on the porch and just listened. But the cold seeped through her layers, so she rang the bell.

Less than a minute later, Hunter answered the door with his sax in hand. He wore a T-shirt and sweatpants. His hair hung loose and brushed his jaw. He swiped it back as she stepped through the door. Her eyes were drawn to his arm and the defined muscle that bulged there. “Hey.”

“Aren't you freezing?” she asked.

“Nah. The apartment's warm.” He turned and walked back into the front room.

She closed the door behind her and followed. As she unwrapped her scarf and pulled off her jacket, she said, “You can finish. It sounded good from outside.”

“I was just messing around, warming up.”

She glanced at him. He looked like maybe he was embarrassed about her hearing. It didn't fit her image of him. “I'd like to hear the rest.”

“You'll hear plenty as soon as the others show. How was school?”

The switch of topic surprised her. They didn't talk about school. They discussed music and marching band, their common interests. “Okay, I guess. I have some killer finals coming up next week.”

“Me too. But then we have a month off to relax.”

“Do you have gigs planned for the whole break? I mean, for the band.”

“Yeah. We usually play a few extra nights since we have no class. I have to check with the bar. I'll let you know when I have a schedule.” He watched her carefully as she took the spot behind the drums.

“Is there a problem? Kevin's not coming tonight, right?”

“No. We're, uh, having a New Year's Eve party here. You want to come?”

A party at Hunter's house. A party was public, far from keeping their exploration a secret. “I don't think so.”

“Band will be over.”

“But I still have to deal with band members after you graduate.”

He waved a hand. “They'll forget all about me by next summer.”