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  I hated the feeling of inadequacy. I wanted to feel secure in what I did and not question myself.

  And then he was there, darkening the doorway and all thoughts fled. I was aware of nothing but the man standing in front of me, looking so dangerously sexy in his suit. As he stepped into the storage room and closed the door behind him, my heart began to race, my palms became sweaty, my entire body hummed from anticipation.

  He was in front of me in two steps. Gaze locked with mine, he didn’t move to touch me. Only towered over me, his eyes devouring me like they had last night. The man could turn me to a vat of boiling lust from simply staring at me like that.

  Without a word, his arms shot out, one sliding around my back, the other into my hair as he hauled me to his chest. He took my lips in a deep, hungry kiss, the grip on my hair tightening until there was a pleasant tug at my scalp. I liked the little bit of pain, liked it even more as he tugged my head back and kissed over my neck. Groaning, I wrapped my arms around his neck. Effortlessly, he lifted me up and plopped me down on top of the boxes, sliding easily between my spread legs.

  As he nipped the sensitive skin under my ear, he said, “I need to taste your pussy.”

  At hearing the naughty word, a sharp, excited gasp shot out of my mouth. I loved hearing that word being whispered into my ear. It made me feel dirty, excitedly dirty.

  “Ah. You like the dirty talk, you nasty girl.” Hunter grazed his lips over my jaw, his breath hot against my skin as his hand slipped between my legs and rubbed against me. “I bet your pussy is wet and ready for me.”

  With stunning speed, he had my button flicked open and the zipper down. I expected him to pull my pants down, but he left them in place, instead he slipped his hand inside my panties. Feeling his fingers probing my folds caused me to gasp. I needed him exactly where I throbbed.

  I leaned back as I widened by legs, giving him better access, and his fingers skated over my aching clit. He pressed his face between my breasts then rubbed his nose against the black cotton over one nipple, causing both to instantly pebble. He closed his mouth over one peak and sucked it into his mouth as his fingers increased the pressure.

  Barely balanced on the boxes and bracing myself back on my elbows, I couldn’t grab a hold of him like I wanted. I couldn’t grab a hold of anything. I could only feel. Feel his fingers push me closer and closer to the edge, his mouth sucking and nipping my nipple. The absolute pleasure this man was able to milk out of my body.

  “Hunter,” I gasped out, closing my eyes. “Oh God, Hunter.”

  “Not yet, sweetling.”

  He slowed his movements on my clit, then slipped one long fingers deep inside me. “Goddamn, you’re so fucking tight.”

  My breath was coming out fast and choppy. It felt so good to have his finger inside me. To feel him massage the inside of my pussy. The sensations were amazing. An overwhelming need for overtook me and I bucked against his hand.

  “I love the way you respond to me.” Then he slipped a second finger in, stretching me even more. He sucked on my neck. “Imagine it’s my dick. Stretching you. Filling you.”

  As he spoke, he pumped his hand faster, his fingers thrusting deeper. His palm ground against my clit. I imagined him naked between my legs. His hips thrusting forward, that thick, large cock diving deep into me, over and over again.

  “Oh, God. Oh God,” was all I could say. The picture in my head only intensified everything he was doing to me.

  “You see it don’t you. Me thrusting into you. Fucking you. You want it. Say it.”

  “I-I want it,” I gasped out. “Oh, God. I want it.”

  His palm slapped against my pussy as he slammed his fingers deep into me over and over again. Everything started to tighten, and my breathing got even choppier.

  “That’s right. Come for me.”

  I exploded. A loud moan started to rip out of me. Hunter jerked my head up to his, his lips crushing mine as he swallowed my groan into his mouth. As the orgasm eased, he didn’t stop his fast strokes. I whimpered against his mouth, the area now too sensitive for anymore touching.

  “Hunter,” I whispered. “Too much.” I cried out softly. “It’s too much.”

  “Safe word, Eliza.”

  God, I couldn’t remember it. And because I couldn’t, he continued his attack on my pussy. Right as I thought I would come out of my skin from the overstimulation, the feelings changed. My body started tightening again.

  “Oh.” I gasped sharply.

  “Yes. Again. Come for me again.”

  Within seconds, I was coming. He recaptured my mouth as I groaned louder and longer this time.

  Hunter withdrew his hand from my panties. With his eyes locked on mine, he slipped his glistening finger between his lips and sucked. Closing his eyes, he groaned in ecstasy. His blissful expression reminded me of someone taking the first bite of a delicious dessert. The man really loved the taste of my pussy.

  “So fucking good.” He opened his eyes. “Exactly what I’ve craved since I woke up this morning.”

  Silently he buttoned and zipped my jeans then placed me back on my weak legs. After adjusting himself, he said, “Stedman is going to wonder where I’m at.” His gaze dropped to the front of my pants and he licked his lips. “Too bad I can’t tell him I was having the sweetest dessert.”

  Then he spun, opened the door and was gone. Just like that. He’d come into my world, turning it upside down, and left just as quickly. I didn’t know how he was able to turn it off and on so easily. I was always turned on when he was near.

  I made it back out to the front on wobbly legs. Thankfully no one had come in while I had been back in the stock room. I tried to get back to work, act like a man hadn’t made me come twice, but the slightest rub of my jeans against my oversensitive clit was just a reminder of what had transpired in that back room.

  I sneaked a peek at Hunter back at the corner table with Mr. Stedman. He was casually sitting back in his chair, nodding his head at something the other man was saying, a patient smile on his lips. Not five minutes before he’d been sucking my juices off his fingers, but you’d never know it looking at him now.

  They both stood in unison, their chairs scrapping against the floor. I watched them, trying to get some sense on how the interview had ended. Though they shook hands, I couldn’t tell if Hunter had been offered the job or not. A part of me really didn’t want him to work with Stedman, didn’t want him that close to Sophie on a daily basis. The other part felt like an asshole for even thinking that.

  Without even glancing in my direction, Hunter walked out of the café with Mr. Stedman.

  It bothered me how easily Hunter ran hot and cold with me, and I wasn’t even sure why he did it. What was the point in ignoring me? Did he think it turned me on?

  He was wrong if that was what he thought. It hurt. Whatever game this was, I wasn’t sure I wanted to continue playing. Yes, he did amazing things to me that felt wonderful, but was it worth the risk of getting my feelings constantly hurt?

  Damn it, there went my thoughts again. I refocused on cleaning the espresso machine.

  A few minutes later, my phone vibrated again. I dug it out, tapped the message box on my screen and my heart did a little jump as a small smile came to my mouth.

  Soon.

  One word said so much. I was already anticipating my next sexual round with Hunter Rhodes. I guess it was worth having his hands on me after all.

  At least it was for now.

  * * *

  I glanced around the popular burger joint. Local artist’s work, ranging from abstract paintings to ornate metal fixtures, hung on plum-colored walls. Waiters and waitresses sported tie-died shirts with the restaurant’s name scrawled across the front.

  Being mid-afternoon, the place was rather empty and quiet. I relished the silence knowing Sophie would walk in the door any minute and start rattling my ear off. I already knew what the topic of conversation would be. Though my curiosity was raging out of control, I
really didn’t want to listen to any updates Sophie had about Hunter.

  As was becoming typical, other than the ‘soon’ text from Hunter, I hadn’t heard a peep out of him. I itched to text him. Not in the dirty way he’d texted me. To ask him how the interview went, ask him about his day, anything, just to feel connected to him.

  And that made me feel pathetic.

  “Oh my God, Eliza,” Sophie breathed excitedly behind me. “Hunter took the job,” she finished as she slid into the chair across the table. Excitement brightened her face and she smiled from ear to ear.

  I wish I could feel the same. I didn’t. I felt deflated.

  “He’s going to be a sales man for right now, but Daddy’s grooming him to take over the business after we’re married.”

  I swallowed hard. I hated the thought of Sophie married to Hunter, but that had been the end result she’d been working towards since high school. Even after they’d broken up, she’d been certain everything would work itself out.

  In her mind, they were destined to be together. Except he’d gone missing then presumed dead.

  I’d helped Sophie through the grieving of losing the future she’d envisioned for herself. That was how we became close friends. She’d been outside this very building crying alone on a bench, and I had offered a friendly shoulder for her to lean on.

  Now my focus returned to a present where Hunter was very much alive and Sophie’s future with him was very much in doubt. Perhaps because of me.

  It sickened me to feel like I had to lie and pretend with Sophie, but there was no way in hell I could tell her the truth.

  “When does Hunter start work?” I asked, trying to keep my voice light.

  “Tomorrow.” She clapped happily. “I’ll see him every day. I’ve missed him so much and he’s been so hard to get into contact with.”

  The last part surprised me. “You haven’t talked to him at all?”

  “Not since I saw him in the restaurant day before last. He promised we’d get together soon. He just needed a little time to settle in.”

  Giddiness welled inside me and it took incredible restraint not to smile, which would’ve been so very bad of me. I felt guilty about being happy about it. Because my happiness would come at the expense of Sophie’s happiness. I should tell her about the letter and what had happened between Hunter and I.

  The pain of being dishonest was like a knife twisting in my gut.

  Remorse weighed heavily on me. Sophie had always loved Hunter. After their break-up after high school graduation, everyone was stunned that the golden couple was no longer together. But the shock was soothed when word spread that the breakup had been mutual.

  Sophie had believed it to be a temporary separation while they did the college thing, but then Hunter had up and enlisted in the military after getting his degree.

  When the search for Hunter was called off and he was presumed dead, she’d been treated as his widow. The entire town rallied around her in support for losing the man she loved.

  Everyone believed Sophie and Hunter were meant to be together. And now he was back. College was over. There was nothing standing in their way anymore, other than an erotic letter I’d written many years ago and his desire to fulfill my words.

  How could I come between them over sex? Hell, we hadn’t even had sex, just fooled around a couple of times.

  “Give him time,” was all I could get out.

  She nodded. “I am, but this job will help me get close to him again, help him remember how good things used to be between us.”

  “Sophie, what if things don’t work out the way you want?”

  I had to ask the question.

  My friend blinked at me as if I was speaking a foreign language. I expected as much. “That’s not a possibility,” she replied, her voice shortened with annoyance.

  I shrugged. “Just asking because so much has changed and maybe Hunter’s changed—“

  “He’ll do it,” she said, her eyes narrowing. “And as my friend, I think you should be more supportive, Eliza.”

  “Sorry,” I muttered.

  And I was her friend. I knew how she felt and I’d played around with Hunter anyway. What kind of friend did that make me?

  A shitty one.

  Jeopardizing my friendship with Sophie over a man who could simply be using me as some sort of rebellion was wrong.

  I had to put a stop to whatever this was between me and Hunter. It wasn’t fair to anyone, and deep down I knew it wasn’t fair to myself. I deserved more than a quick hook up in a supply closet, not matter how damn amazing that hook up had been. I, at least, deserved to be acknowledged in public.

  I didn’t think that was too much to ask.

  Chapter 3

  Apparently ‘soon’ had not meant tonight.

  Huffing out a frustrated breath, I crossed my arms around my waist, sinking further back into my couch as I tapped my foot impatiently. I watched the second hand slowly tick around my Alice in Wonderland wall clock.

  Already after ten. He wasn’t coming. Damn it.

  I’d spent hours preparing my speech on why we couldn’t continue doing this. Nothing about turning Hunter away, giving up the amazing things he did to my body, was going to be easy and I wanted to get it over with.

  A rapid succession of taps at the front door boomed in the silent room.

  I froze, my heart jumping.

  He was here.

  Nerves twisted my stomach. I had to stay strong. Maybe Hunter would make it easy on me and simply agree that I was right.

  As I opened the door, my eyes travelled over his body. Lustful tingles spread low in my belly, spreading up into my breasts. The expensive suit he’d worn earlier was gone. Instead, faded blue jeans hung low on his hip and a short-sleeved powder blue T-shirt stretched across his muscular chest.

  This was the way I liked him. Not all gussied up like earlier, but in casual clothes.

  This was my Hunter.

  The other one I didn’t even recognize.

  This Hunter was going to be so much harder to turn down. A half smile stretched Hunter’s lips. “No Hello Kitty jammies tonight. Shame. I liked those.”

  The tingles intensified to a burning, gnawing need. I wanted so badly to forget my purpose tonight and jump him. It wasn’t fair that the man could simply look at me and I was instantly fighting with myself not to be at his mercy.

  “We need to talk,” I said, willing my voice to sound stronger and more certain than I truly felt.

  A frown instantly erased his cocky smile. “I don’t think we’ve been at this long enough to need to talk about anything.”

  For him maybe. He knew what the hell was going on his head. As for me, all I got was a bunch of mixed signals from him and a friend who was determined to make Hunter hers. Which begged me to ask, “Why did you take that job?”

  Hunter sighed heavily, then stepped over the threshold, causing me to shuffle back. I couldn’t afford to let him touch me, not even accidently.

  After he shut the door behind him, he raked his hand over his face and suddenly looked exhausted. “What’s this about, Eliza?”

  Impatience colored his words and I stiffened, irked by his tone. “I don’t get why you took a job with the very people who see you as the same man that left. It seemed to bother you last night.”

  “How the hell do you even know I took the job?”

  This was not going the way I’d hoped. Hunter seemed to be getting angrier and more agitated with each comment. I crossed my arms across my chest. “Sophie.”

  Confusion pulled his eyebrows down. “Why would Sophie tell you that? It’s none of her business.”

  I blinked at him, not sure if he was being serious or not. “You do know she works there, right?”

  “Of course I know that. I don’t understand why that fucking matters.”

  “Hunter, don’t play the dumb man card.”

  His head jerked back. “What the fuck, Eliza? Mr. Stedman contacted me and offered me an i
nterview. I liked what he was selling and I took the job.”

  My jaw dropped and I lowered my arms to my sides. “Holy shit. You really are clueless. All Sophie has talked about is you two getting back together.”

  “We broke up years ago.”

  “Always with the intention of getting back together after college, right?”

  That telltale muscle jumped in his jaw. “Maybe she convinced herself of that. But I’ve been down that road once, and it’s not one I plan to venture down again.”

  That admission stunned and tickled me at the same time. But my happiness was short lived. Hunter not wanting to get back with Sophie didn’t matter if she was still aiming for that result. I couldn’t be messing around with Hunter behind her back.

  “Okay, fine. So you don’t want to get back together with her, but she’s my friend. She has feelings for you and I’m sneaking around with you. It’s not right and I don’t like it.”

  “Wait a fucking minute.” Hunter folded his arms. “Is that the point of all this? Sophie? She has nothing to do with us.”

  “She’s. My. Friend.”

  Hunter groaned. “Don’t be loyal to someone who doesn’t deserve it, Eliza. Sophie is no one’s friend. Never has been. She’s always looking out for herself and if you inconvenienced her, you’d find out the hard way.”

  His insistence made me feel slightly less confident, but I pushed on even as my resolve began to crumble. “She may have been a diva in school, but people change, Hunter.”

  “So what?” he voice rose a notch. “You’re calling quits to this thing between us because of someone I will never be with? That makes a lot of goddamn sense.”

  “Alright. Fine.” I popped my hands on my hips. “Then let’s take this ‘thing between us’ public.”

  He stared at me like I had lost my mind. “Why the hell would I do that?”

  Hurt stabbed my chest. I couldn’t believe that was his response to my suggestion. Tears threatened my eyes and I turned away from him, refusing to let him see how much his words had hurt. “You pretended to not know me this morning,” I told him.