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I gentled into his grasp as he caressed my face for a split second. I turned the knob and pushed the door open. When we were inside, Hunter flipped on the light and I set my tote down by my bed, where my tie-dye pajamas were folded. Hunter moved down on my desk and I opened the fridge, feeling the breath I’d been holding in rush over my lips.
“I’ll take the Ginger Ale.” I poured him some in a plastic cup, and saw that Hunter looked less forlorn than he had when he’d told me about his friend. He took his drink from my hand and resumed his spot on my desk chair.
Hunter’s eyes roved over my legs when I sank down on my bed. He drank from his cup, his throat and arms lined with muscles. Warmth flooded between my thighs and my nipples tightened to achy points. I pulled my pillow from behind me and covered the front of my body, hoping that he hadn’t noticed my reaction to him.
Chapter 7
Hunter
MARISKA’S FACE FLUSHED BRIGHT pink and my dick strained against my pants. I swung my body on the chair to face her table as an excuse to throw my empty cup in her trashcan, and to adjust the crotch area of my pants. When I was done, I whirled in the chair and Mariska gaze instantly connecte
d with mine.
“My friend and I met back when I was seventeen—through the detox part of my treatment.” She bobbed her head to let me know that she was listening. “We’ve talked whenever we could since we graduated from that program. He stopped by Lasting Impressions on Monday and admitted that he’d taken some scripts. I’d thought that if we went to meetings while he was here, he would’ve been fine to go back home, since he’d been clean longer than me.” Her intent gaze brushed over my face as I went on, “But last night he told me that he called one of his old connections to buy some pills. He handed me the bottle when I’d gotten home. He was going to take some with a little bottle of Vodka he bought at the bodega.”
“Did he go to treatment without a fight?”
“Yeah. It’s hard for him on all fronts. There are people—many actually—who he feels he’s letting down by going into treatment for a month.”
Mariska took a sharp intake of breath. “This sounds like it was spiraling out of control. If those people can’t support him, then they’re not meant to be in his life.” The fervor in her voice caught me off guard. She almost seemed to actually care that addiction was no walk in the park. It wasn’t enough to want to be clean; it was a second by second decision for an addict feed his or her urges or not. Any addict who told me that she or he hadn’t had any thoughts about running for the euphoria, or the long lasting calm of numbness was a damn liar. Having a shitload of work to do for school, having to be on my A game at Lasting Impressions, and taking Riley in, have all been a tremendous help in quelling my cravings.
After looking at each other for some time, she asked, “Is it hard for you?”
A bitter laugh escaped me and I shook my head in answer.
“I don’t know what it’s like.” She swallowed and dropped her gaze to floor. “To struggle with the compulsion to use, but I think what you’ve done—coming here to be a brother to Chase again, and making a living doing what you love…is pretty commendable.”
“Since when?” I asked her, because I knew that she thought I was worthless.
“Since now,” she whispered and her beautiful dark eyes widened when I found myself hovering over her bed.
“Mariska, how much have you wanted to hate me?” Unsteadily, she got to her feet. The air grew thick around us. “Hmm…” I probed at her non-answer and traced my finger down her smooth arm. She whimpered and looked me over, her eyes flooding with want.
“So much.”
“I want to hate you too. I want to be the biggest fucking asshole you’ve ever met.”
I watched as her pulse thrummed against her neck. I cupped the back of her head, crushing her chest against mine. Tilting her chin to the precise angle I wanted, I pressed my lips to hers and she thrust her tongue into my mouth. I felt her hands roughen my hair as she ravaged my mouth. I ran my hands from the back of her neck down to her back, and cupped her ass; the fullest part of her body. She filled my hands completely and her breathing quickened as my arousal pressed against her stomach. Her legs gave out completely and she fell onto her bed. Her long legs slightly parted, as if daring me to wrap them around my waist and fuck her. She wasn’t wearing one of her longer dresses either. She was in a cute pink and yellow thigh length dress. All I had to do was pull her dress up.
As I levered over her, my face a whisper from her ear, she moaned out my name against my lips. Pulling the string of her dress down to her arms, I slipped my hand into the top of her dress and ran circles around her taut dusky pink nipples. She didn’t need to wear a bra and her dress provided no added support for her breasts. To know that every time I’d seen her she went without a bra had my dick pulsing, threatening to explode in my pants before anything really happened. When she dove her hands into my hair with more force than before, I withdrew my hand.
“Hunter…please…”
“Please, what? Say it,” I told her harshly.
She grabbed my hand and dragged it to her breasts. Her pert tits were something I hadn’t thought I had a chance of ever witnessing.
“You can speak up for yourself any other day, Mariska. Tell me now.”
With a defiant turn of her chin, she licked her fingers, which were thoroughly wet with her saliva and rubbed her breasts. She proceeded to roll her nipples between her index finger and middle fingers. I pushed her hands away and a smug expression surfaced over her features. I smashed my mouth down to hers again and then dragged my lips underneath her chin, making a trail along her throat until I had one of her breasts in my mouth. As her body bowed, I squeezed her other tip and she tried to stifle her groans when I suckled each mound. She tasted sweet and damp. When my tongue probed around her other nipple, I pushed her dress up and ventured past her wet panty, slowly sliding one finger into the most incredible tightness I’d penetrated.
I gazed at Mariska, unable to help myself. “Touch your breasts again,” I grunted and she rubbed her breasts. Mariska was so fucking uninhabited that it made me harden more. Her damp, tanned skin glistened and my entire body ached to feel her flesh on mine. She was wet and needy. The little brown hairs on her pussy curled with her slickness. I liked that she wasn’t bare from the waist down. I’d never liked feeling a naked or stubby pussy. I pulled my finger back out and drove back in, not giving her the delicate introduction this time. Her core clenched around my finger, the muscles in her stomach and legs tightening.
“How much do you like me now?” I asked her. Panting, she rubbed her breasts faster.
“Not enough that I won’t combust on my own, Hunter,” she replied with a smirk and clutched her reddened breasts in her hands as if she was protecting herself from me.
“You’ll come on my face.”
