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Momma wanted me to move home but couldn't; being there a few weeks ago was hard enough. I miss my Tiny Dancer; my heart hurts more each day that passes, and Momma, well, she's become a little bit of a smother, continuously ringing, showing up here at work, which Dave is not happy about, or at the club that loves her. I've seen her more these past few weeks than I have in my lifetime. Dad says she's struggling without Mary and with her guilt over how she pushed me back over the years, so I'm trying to appease her and Hunt... Snake has not been helping. She's all for me giving him another chance, so he's happy she's always around, bringing our relationship up. Annie is right there with her, wanting me to be with her son, who apparently is a lost puppy without me.
Should have thought about that before letting Shelby touch him and that skank from the club grope all over him. How the smothers can't be mad about that, I don't know. God help me when they find out about our baby because if I haven't forgiven Snake by that time, I'll be doomed.
Annalise, Axel's old lady, has said I shouldn't give up on our relationship; she could see my love for him and vice versa, but I should make him work for it. She's become a good friend since Mary's funeral, ringing several times a week and telling me about the pranks the old ladies decided to start pulling on their men. It's hilarious. Daisy chose to paint her old man's tattoo room pink with fairies; apparently, he wasn't too happy and decided to withhold sex, which apparently only lasted two hours.
I shake my head. The women are a hoot; Mary would have loved them.
Sighing, I look at my truck and pout with a little whimper before I get to work on my ignition by first trying to move my steering wheel to ensure it's not that—though I knew it wasn't, but had to just in case—before looking at the ignition itself, believing it's the cylinder that I know in my gut I'll have to replace as my mind wonders back to Snake as always.
I miss him. I see him daily, but I miss his touch, which always takes my pain away. He makes me breakfast, leaves flowers in our…er I mean his room, texts me nearly every hour, and has shown up here several times just to make sure I'm okay. He hated that I got a job here and have not returned to work for Sniper, who pouts every time I see him, but neither has ever pushed the issue. Snake lets me have my time away from the club and him while ensuring I think of him hourly. Every evening, we end up on the club's porch on the swing, eating something delicious that he's cooked and talking about our days; heck, he's even kept the baby a secret, knowing I'm not yet ready to tell people despite now being twelve weeks.
My first scan is in two days.
My mind is still conflicted about Snake. I love him so much, and I know he says he loves me, but how can someone express so much hatred for someone they love? And despite my conflicted feelings, he's making it harder to stay mad, even though I think I need time. He's attentive, loving, and downright sexy, which puts me at a disadvantage. Plus, after this morning... I blink as I remove the cylinder… This morning is still very much fresh in my mind; my sex is automatically clenching with need.
The ass!
I moan as pleasure fills me, my stomach tightening a little.
I furrow my brows as my sleep slowly starts to disappear, and the suction on my clit wakes me with a gasp, my eyes springing open.
What the…
I look down to see Hunter's blue eyes looking up at me with a twinkle as he circles his tongue around my clit before flicking it and then blowing gently, making me gasp.
"I must admit, Spitfire, waking up with you playing with my cock almost made me cum, but I am obviously trying to convince you that you are mine, so why not wake you up with a mind-blowing orgasm instead? Let's face it, baby, we've both gone weeks without one and need a release. I'll struggle and sort myself out in a bit. Still, for now, this baby is all about you," he rasps as his hands gently rub the inside of my thighs before sucking my clit between his teeth again, making my back arch off the bed that I was not in when I went to sleep last night.
The man picked me up again from the chair!
I should push him away; I haven't fully forgiven him. My anger is slowly melting away, but then I'll think about the two women he touched and how he didn't trust in me or in us. It'll come back tenfold like it's starting to right now, right as my orgasm is taking hold and pissing me off.
Hunter must sense my frustration with the memories because he places one then two fingers at my entrance and then pushes them in as his lips suck on my clit gently as his right hand comes up, going underneath his t-shirt that I had stolen months ago, pinching my very sensitive nipples. I can feel my stomach tighten, needing just a little bit more. He reads my body like a book and tilts his fingers inside, thrusts hard, sucking my clit some more, and pinches my nipple, making me see stars at the combination as I scream, "HUNTER," which I know the cocky ass is smirking at because I said his given name for the first time in weeks, but I can't help it; my whole body convulses as pleasure washes through me. I feel the wetness gush between my legs as he hits my g-spot, causing the explosion and making him groan, "Fuck baby, you just squirted." Before he drinks it all up, his beard brushes against my sensitive skin, making me shudder with the aftereffects.
Oh wow...
He licks me several times, despite my being sensitive, after my mind-blowing orgasm that he promised before standing up. I breathe heavily as he grins before licking his lips and beard, ensuring to get all of me in his mouth, and without breaking eye contact, he sucks his two fingers that were inside me as he rubs his cock in his boxers that's rock hard, making me swallow while he groans. My sex clenches at the thought of having him inside me after so long. I know he sees my train of thought because a twinkle enters his eyes as he smirks, "Don't worry, Spitfire, you'll get my cock again; just when you decide to finally give us a chance that we both desperately want and need."
And with that, he turns and heads for the bathroom, all while I lay here with my legs spread and wet, my heart pounding and frustration running through me because I know I want to suck him. I want to take him in my mouth and tease him before making him cum down my throat and swallow his release, but I also know I'm not ready to forgive.
Damn it.
I flip back on the bed with a frustrated growl, his chuckle echoing from the bathroom. Damn it. Well played, Hunter, well flipping played!
I blink again, my clit throbbing. The man isn't playing fair if you'd ask me; when someone is trying to figure out how to trust them again and asks for some time, why wake them like that, knowing they'd want more? I mean, it's not like I knew I was playing with him in my sleep; he's the one who placed me back in bed, not the other way around, and I'm pregnant, for Christ's sake, which means I'm hormonal.
Why couldn't he just give me what I wanted?
Asshole, I tell you, he's an absolute asshole.
I chuckle a little at my thoughts that he's taken over, like always.
I want to forgive him; I do; I just don't know how.
With a grunt, I pull the cylinder out and look at it, and just as I expected, I need a new one, making me sigh. I did buy one as a precaution, but it set me back a couple hundred bucks, and with a baby on the way, I may need to upgrade my truck, which means I need to start saving again.
Damn, I loved this truck—not as much as my grandfather's 1965 Mustang, but still, it was my baby.
I start installing the new cylinder, hoping that, despite being second-hand from the junkyard down the road from here, it'll last long enough for me to save up for a cheap run-around suitable for a baby. I could ask Hunt... Snake… but my pride won't let me. Until I figure out what to do about us, I won't lean on him, not even for a loan.
