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  I was treading on dangerous ground. This was not good. Not good at all. Alone in the dark with Hunter, and no one around for miles—this was a disaster waiting to happen.

  “I know you’ve been working,” he said finally. “I checked in on you every day.”

  That confession startled me and I snapped my head over to him. He’d shifted his position so he was faced more in my direction. One arm lay across the back of the leather seats.

  I struggled with words until I finally settled on the accusation of, “You passed by without even looking my way.”

  “Just because I wasn’t looking, doesn’t mean I wasn’t watching.”

  What could I say to that? Not a damn thing. It irked me that he was so in control of himself while I was sitting there in a fog of confusion.

  “And what have you done since I saw you?” I replied, trying to play offense for a change.

  “Tried to keep Sophie at arm’s length while I get used to this new job.”

  What the hell? He was so cool, collected as if my bringing up Sophie didn’t bother him a bit. “Arm’s length, huh?” I said, my voice laced with sarcasm. “I guess going to lunch is arm’s length?”

  Silence came from his side of the cab for a long moment. “What are you talking about?”

  “Yesterday. You guys apparently had a great time, and she’s more convinced than ever that you two are days away from walking down the aisle because you asked if she was single.”

  Groaning, he rubbed his forehead. “Some things never change.” He reached over and laid his hand on my bare knee, rubbing, sending a bolt of pure lust straight to my clit. “Sophie sees what she wants, Eliza. She always has. We didn’t have lunch yesterday. We had takeout delivered to the conference room while she helped me prep for a sales pitch later that day.”

  His version was so opposite to the one Sophie had given me, I wasn’t sure who to believe. Sophie had never lied to me and I didn’t know Hunter well enough to know if he was capable of manipulating me with half-truths and deception.

  “So you didn’t ask if she was single?” I pressed. Back on offense. Much better.

  “Yes, I asked her that.”

  “Why would you ask a woman who is clearly interested in you if she’s single?”

  His fingers dug into my knee before he let me go and sat back. “While she was filling you in on everything going on between us, she left out that I said I wasn’t interested in dating.”

  No she hadn’t, but those last five words said a lot about where we stood. “If you’re not interested in dating, what exactly are we doing? I can’t even say we’re fucking since we’ve never actually fucked.”

  Hunter groaned and raked both hands down his face. “Goddamn it, Eliza.”

  He shoved open his door, jumped down and slammed it behind him. He then walked the few feet to the pond’s edge. I was seriously getting tired of his walking away from me, so I copied his dramatic exit, wanting to make a point that I was as mad as he was. I thrust open my door, slammed it way harder than I needed to and stormed toward him with my arms raised. “Why do you do that?”

  “Do what?” he yelled, spinning.

  “Shut down!” I stopped in front of him. “We’re finally getting somewhere, and you just walk away. Why?”

  “What part of ‘I’m not interested in drama’ don’t you understand?”

  “Fuck that.” I pointed at him, my hand shaking, enraged at his insinuations. “Just because I don’t understand what the hell we’re doing doesn’t mean I am creating drama. That’s a lame guy reason to deflect. So fuck you.”

  I spun and stalked right past the truck. I’d walk home in the dark before I got back in the truck with the ass. Fingers gripped my upper arm and jerked me around.

  Furious that he would stop me, I yelled, “What do you want?”

  “You!” he roared back.

  That stunned me speechless. My mouth opened and closed like an idiot. I’d finally had control of our situation and with one word he’d destroyed it.

  “What?” I whispered, my throat tightening. It was all I could get out and I cursed the weakness. I needed to be strong, refuse him, but, deep down, I knew if he pressured me I would crumble. I hated knowing I was so weak when it came to him.

  He squared off with me, eyes glaring down at me in accusation, as if I had ruined everything instead of the other way around.

  “I. Want. You,” he said, quieter, huskier…and I knew I was a goner.

  He tugged me forward and I didn’t have it in me to resist anymore. I was exhausted in denying what I wanted. Tomorrow I would regret this, I had no doubt. But right now I no longer had the strength. I wanted him.

  I pressed into his chest. His breath warmed my skin as he spoke low in my ear. “I don’t fuck you, but not because I don’t want to. I want to fuck you all goddamn night, but you’re not ready.”

  I pulled back from him to look him in the face. “How ready do I have to be? Jesus Christ, Hunter, I ache for you.”

  “I know you do, but you’re a virgin. You’ve never had a cock and when you have mine, it will only be when I think you’re ready.”

  “And for now?”

  He hoisted me up into his arm and carried me to the bed of his truck. As he pulled the lever that lowered the tailgate, he said, “For now, you’ll take what I have to give you.”

  He sat me on the ledge.

  “W-what are you doing?” I stammered.

  “Exactly what you want.”

  He gently pushed me backwards until my back met the hard protective rubber covering in the bed of his truck. I needed what he was offering, even if it was only for tonight. I hated the way he could make me flip back and forth on my morals, my boundaries. The man was my drug and I didn’t have the self-restraint to say no, no matter how bad he was for my state of mind.

  He pushed my dress up and over my hips, revealing the lace bikini panties I wore. I didn’t care. I just needed him, which was horrible of me, considering, but I wanted his mouth buried between my legs, wanted his tongue doing wicked things to my clit.

  Hunter yanked down my panties, then tossed them next to my head. I throbbed in anticipation. Any moment now he would be doing amazing things to my pussy. An eager moan escaped my lips without consent. I couldn’t help it, every cell in my body quivered from need.

  He placed his warm hands on my knees then gently spread them apart until I was open wide in front of him.

  “How badly do you need my mouth on you, Eliza?”

  “Badly.” I lifted my hips up as an offering. “Please, Hunter.”

  “My fucking pleasure,” he growled.

  Then his mouth was on me, his tongue swirling around my aching clit. Gasping, I lifted my pelvis higher as I threaded my fingers into his dark hair and pushed his face further into me. I ground against him, riding his mouth, taking what I needed. No longer was I going to doubt myself or my actions, I was going to do what my body begged for.

  Hunter Rhodes was unpredictable.

  Totally with me one minute, completely ignoring me the next. I was done playing this game as an innocent, letting him have all the control. It was time for me to be selfish.

  A long finger slipped deep into my pussy as his mouth devoured me. The thrusts of his fingers, the friction of his tongue, made me moan and writhe in pleasure as he mastered my body.

  He knew exactly how to make me feel good, where to lick, suck, pump. Everything movement was deliberate and perfect, working in unison, building an explosive release. God I was so close. So damn close.

  “Yes,” I breathed. “Oh God, yes.”

  At if he knew how close I was and was refusing to allow me over the edge, he removed his hand. The building pressure eased and I whimpered, frustrated that he would tease me so callously when I’d been so close to completion.

  But then something splendid happen, a new sensation as he flicked the tip of his finger over my anus. A delicious tingle traveled all over me. My mouth popped open on a silent gasp as
I released his hair and relaxed back against the flatbed, staring at the starry sky above. Just having him mess with my ass felt so dirty, and combined with the soft licks of his tongue across my clit, my arousal skyrocketed to a whole new level.

  “More,” I commanded, needing more of this new sensation anal play gave me. I was fascinated by the feeling. Wanted to know how far that pleasure could go.

  His fingertip circled the sensitive area and everything hummed in response. He slipped his fingertip inside, stretching the muscle, then retreated. Slowly he repeated the motion. There was a very slight sting as he burrowed deeper, but as he pulled out the pulling sensation it created brought a string of moans out of me.

  When he had his finger embedded deep in my ass, he stopped, allowing my body to stretch. Then he did two slows thrusts, his finger slipping easily in and out of my ass. I gasped sharply, feeling like I was going to come apart from the wicked motion.

  Suddenly, he sucked my clit deep into his mouth at the same time he increased the speed of his thrusts. My body went on overload with sensations. The slide of his finger, his mouth working magic on my clit, was an unbelievable feeling.

  “Oh, fuck,” I knotted my fingers in his hair. I had to hold on to something. “Hunter. Oh, God.”

  The pressure in my body built until I vibrated from my pending release. From the encouraging grunts he made, he knew it too.

  One more deep suck of my clit and a thrust of his hand, and I came apart. Wave after wave of pleasure pulsed through me and I yelled out, unable to keep myself quiet. My entire body arching from the intensity of my orgasm.

  Hunter did not yield, he continued the assault of his tongue and finger as my release eased.

  “Hunter,” I gasped. The oversensitivity of my clit was too much and I tugged at his hair. “I…oh…too much.”

  As he had days before, he denied me, continuing his onslaught without giving an inch. Remembering what had happened the last time he refused to stop, I released my hold on him, powering through that initial oversensitivity. It faded quickly as that splendid pressure built faster this time.

  Within seconds, another orgasm overtook me.

  I arched, teeth clenched at its intensity. “Fuck.” I sucked in air, jerking as the waves crashed through me. “Fuck.”

  As my orgasm waned, my body relaxed back against the flatbed and he slowed his movements to light kisses on my clit, pussy lips then the insides of my thighs. He nipped the skin before raising his head.

  I lay there, staring up at the dark starry sky, trying to catch my breath. I didn’t feel like I had a bone left in my body I was so relaxed and fulfilled. He climbed up on the tailgate beside me, knotted his fingers in the back of my hair as he lifted my head and kissed me, long and hard, tongue sliding against mine.

  The dirtiness of the kiss was intoxicating. Tasting my pussy on his lips, smelling my pussy on his skin was an instant turn on. I wanted to find out what he tasted like.

  As I pushed myself up, he straightened with me until we were both on our knees, facing each other. Still kissing passionately, I slid my hand down his chest, over his defined abs then over the front of his jeans. His erection pushed against the zipper and I rubbed my palm into it. His breath caught on a muted groan.

  “I want you in my mouth,” I told him. The words slipped out against his lips, surprising even me. But I loved the way his body shivered at my talk. Gave me a sense of control over him. I needed that. Needed to know that he wanted me as much as I wanted him.

  “Would you like that, Hunter?” I asked as I moved my mouth away from his to glide over the rough stubble on his jaw line. “My tongue swirling over the head of your cock, you deep I my mouth?”

  It didn’t matter that I had never given a blowjob in my life, that I had no idea how to actually do it. I was confident that he would enjoy every second of my mouth on him.

  “Fuck yes,” he groaned. Placing my hands on his shoulders, I encouraged him to lie down. He allowed me to push him onto his back.

  I kissed my way down his chest stopping when I met the hard denim fabric. I made quick work of his belt, button and zipper then pushed the jeans down his hips. His cock strained against the red cotton of his boxer briefs. Gently, I pushed his underwear down with his jeans.

  Seeing his smooth, hard cock revealed was so exciting, I felt my insides quivering with anticipation. It was big, thick, and beautiful.

  Slowly, I rubbed my palm down the shaft, then teased the sensitive ridge of the head with my fingertip. His cock twitched. I shifted my position so my face hovered over him then brushed my lips over the tip, darting my tongue out to lick across the top. Hunter moaned softly.

  Encouraged, I licked the length of his impressive cock from head to hilt. His legs moved restlessly as he groaned with pleasure. It was so nice to tease him for a change, to have him be putty in my hands.

  I flicked his balls with my tongue.

  Hunter jerked, and muttered, “Fuck.”

  Liking his reaction, I did it again, then ran my tongue over the seam between the sacks.

  “Goddammit, woman,” his fingers slid up my back to the nape of my neck.

  I gently sucked a sack into my mouth then slid my tongue against the sensitive skin. Replacing my mouth with my hand, I cupped his balls in my palm, massaging and rolling the as I closed my lips around the head of his cock. The skin was surprisingly soft against my tongue considering the hardness of his erection. I stayed there for a moment, exploring the velvety skin, twirling my tongue over the head, sucking gently.

  Hunter’s movements became jerky. His breathing choppy.

  I gradually took him deeper in my mouth. He was so long and thick I worried about being able to take him all in. I relaxed my throat, taking in a couple more inches, then brought my head up. It took three more bobs to get him completely in my mouth and I was thrilled with myself for succeeding.

  I bobbed my head up and down, using only my mouth to milk his cock as I fondled his balls in my palm. Slow, deliberate movement meant to drive him mad. And it was working like a charm, judging by the way his frustrated grunts were spilling into the night’s air and his grip was tightening on the back of my neck.

  I wanted him like this. At my mercy. Begging for more. His fingers knotted in the back of hair as tried to push my head down faster. Resisting the pressure of his hand, I continued my lazy pace. I would take my time. I would set the speed of this.

  Not him.

  “Goddamn it.” He gasped sharply.

  When I believed I had him out of his mind with need, I finally wrapped a hand around the bottom half of his cock. Increasing the speed of my mouth, I pumped my hand up and down.

  Hunter thrashed, breathing quickening. “Fuck, I’m going to come.”

  And I wanted him too, hard. I didn’t let up on my relentless sucking. A few more strokes and Hunter arched. “Fuck.”

  Thick salty come shot into my mouth, filling it. I quickly swallowed, then continued milking his cock until he was jerking the same way as I did after an orgasm. Fist in my hair, he tugged my head up sharply, removing me from his cock.

  Wiping the wetness from my mouth, I crawled back up his body, kissing him the same way he had kissed me after going down on me. His taste was all in my mouth. Our tongues tangled, warred. Then he suddenly ripped his lips from mine and slipped off the back of the truck to the ground.

  “Woman, you have a wicked mouth.” He yanked up his pants but was looking anywhere but at me.

  Though I was pleased with his approval of my blowjob abilities, his distant reaction worried me. There was tension in his body, agitation. He walked in a circle, swinging his arms wide, rotating his shoulders, his movements stiff and ill at ease.

  I didn’t understand how there could be an ounce of tension in him after the orgasm he’d had, but he was wired like a caged animal.

  He shook his arms out once more, then gestured for me to get in the truck, still not looking directly at me. “Come on. I need to get you home.”
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br />   Disappointed, I slipped my panties back on then climbed into the cab beside him. We didn’t speak the entire ride to my place. When we reached my complex, I was surprised that he climbed out of the truck with me.

  I looked at him evenly. “You don’t have to walk me to the door.”

  “Uh,” he paused then scrubbed the back of his head. “I was planning to stay the night. Is that a problem?”

  My mouth popped open. “No of course not.”

  “Good.”

  Then he walked beside me to my front door. The tension from earlier was gone, he seemed as relaxed as he’d been seconds after he’d came. I shook my head. The man was either running hot or cold. He was either all tensed up or completely relaxed. There wasn’t an in-between with him.

  I was never going to figure Hunter Rhodes out.

  * * *

  My eyes popped open and confusion clogged my brain. I blinked, trying to figure out what had woken me from a dead sleep.

  Something wasn’t right.

  The mattress jolted and a low groan came from behind me. Slowly I peered over my shoulder to the other side of the bed. Hunter was curled in a ball, his body trembling and covered in sweat. Agitated, incoherent mutters spewed from his mouth as he shook his head. Concerned, I turned onto my other side to face him then reached my hand out toward his shoulder. Right before touching him, I paused.

  Should I wake him?

  He was definitely having a nightmare. But his monsters were real, had tortured him, maybe daily for almost a year. From my psych class in college, I knew enough about post-traumatic stress disorder to suspect that if a soldier was in the midst of a violent nightmare, trying to wake him suddenly could possibly cause him to become even more confused and upset.

  I pulled my hand back and pressed the back of my fingers to my mouth. What should I do? His arm swung out then he dug his fingers in the covers, fisting the material in hand.

  “Darren, god damn you…Darren,” he muttered.

  The agony in his voice ripped at my heart. I couldn’t continue watching him like this any more than I could leave him alone in this room. I had to do something.