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“I didn’t give Chase a fair shake and I’ve never seen Beth this happy with someone. And we know how great Gregory had been to her. If she’d married him,” he breathed and dropped his hands to his chest, “my heart wouldn’t be heavy, worrying if any dude around our way would see her for who she is, and not as Cindy’s spawn.” He heaved out a breath. “Who knew that when she went through all that shit this summer, she’d have Chase? Someone who really makes her face light up. That didn’t happen when she’d been dating Gregory. You know that Chase is still trying to get her to stop working, and just go to school? He wants to make a life for her. I feared that I’d have to watch her endure heartbreak after heartbreak. You’re in new waters now, and you must see something in Hunter that none of us do. I am not going to list all the ways that this could go. I know that I can be…”
“A wee-bit impulsive,” I supplied and his face broke out into a smile.
“Just a wee-bit,” he said on a dry laugh. “I won’t confront him.” He was silent for a few minutes, and I immediately felt calmer. He knew me too well. I didn’t want him to think that I thought the worst of him, because I didn’t. I didn’t want to be a burden for him. I never thought that I’d been a burden for him, until now. “Unless you ask me to.”
I jumped up a little and pulled him into a tight hug. “I love you, Jake.” He patted me on my back and then pulled away, swinging his gaze to his watch. “Would you look at the time?” We went into the elevator after people filed out.
“You don’t have to say it. Beth and I know you love us, or else you wouldn’t care about us like you do.”
He waved his hand, as I stepped onto the second floor and headed to my dorm. He didn’t have to say that I had to talk Beth.
***
JENNIFER AND HER FRIEND, Raquel, glanced at Hunter for the entire hour since he’d sat down with us at our usual table in the library. He didn’t say anything, but I knew he could tell when they were outright staring at him. I didn’t know if I should do something, or go back to reading a chapter for my People & Society class.
Hunter leaned into my side and strands of his hair brushed against my ear. He chuckled low in his throat as a shiver ran through me. “How many more questions do you have to go?”
I held up seven fingers and he groaned. Jennifer and Raquel giggled and dropped their gazes to their textbooks when he eyed them with the corner of his incredible mouth curled up.
By the time I answered my last question, Hunter closed my practice booklet and quickly put my notebook and textbook into the backpack I’d started carrying today. As we hauled ourselves from the stiff wooden chairs, I watched as Jennifer and Raquel’s eyes lingered on Hunter. He was putting on a leather jacket and he shook his head to get his hair out of the way. It was growing out to frame his face, like it had before, and I looked forward to seeing it reach his chin in a few months.
“Great to meet to you, Jennifer,” he cocked his head, “and Raquel.”
They echoed his words.
***
HUNTER PROPPED ME AGAINST the wall near the entrance and exit doors of the library when we left. As he tugged me flush against him with his heavy arm, I laced my fingers with his. He brought down his head and I angled mine to meet his lips. Hunter brushed his fingers against the swell of my lips and I raised my hand to run my fingers along his strong, firm jaw.
“I’ll be all by my lonesome tonight in my big bed.”
“You’ve got your tie dye teddy bear.”
“It might help keep me warm, but it can’t do the things that you can do.”
I leaned my head against his broad chest and slid my hands underneath his shirt, and then on his chest. I heard him suck in a ragged breath and I felt a private triumph from his reaction to me. I thought I’d counted an eight-pack and a nice trail of hair below his belly button. When I pressed my chin to his chest and held his gaze, Jennifer and Raquel came out of the library, tittering noisily.
“Your. Room. Now,” he commanded in Spanish, his voice low and rough. He’d kick started my adrenaline.
Chapter 18
Mariska
HUNTER SLAMMED THE DOOR shut after we stepped into my dorm room. I hastily took off my backpack and he shook his off. As we frantically kissed each other, I unbuttoned his jeans and he unzipped the back of my floral dress. Swallowing hard, I pulled down his boxers and felt his warm solid cock press against my stomach. It was pitch dark in the room, but I thought we both preferred it to be. There was something forbidden about being so intimate with him, and, yet, not seeing every inch of his cut stomach, and the emotion in his eyes. Grasping him in one hand, I stroked him thoroughly.
“Want me to go faster?” I asked.
“You got it just right. Don’t rush it.”
I took my time working him, only changing the pressure I applied every few seconds. Feeling him get more erect in my hand sent a flood of moisture between my thighs. I moved my hand underneath his shirt again and lifted his shirt above his head. I didn’t get the chance to really look at his chest when he brought his hand down to my crotch and rubbed circles so gently over my clitoris. The only thing I could see clearly, as I increased my speed on him and rubbed my fingers over his rigid nipples, were his eyes locked on mine.
“Hunter,” I said, stopping my ministrations. As his gaze dropped to my hand on him, he let out a low tortured groan and I wanted him more. “Can I taste you tonight?” I asked him and he gave me an eager nod of his head, which brought a smile to my face. Unable to wait any longer, I sank down on my knees and trailed damp kisses on his navel. It must have felt like an eternity to him, because when I kissed his shaft, I felt his hand on the back of my head. He didn’t push my forward, but when I stroked his sack, he jerked his hips forward. He smelled like I’d imagined a healthy, virile man would. A little musty and very clean. Easing him into my mouth, I wrapped my hands around his shaft and began to stroke him again.
“Uhhh. Mariska.”
I pulled him out of my mouth and motioned my head to the bed. He went to my bed, resting his long, muscular body on top of it. I took him in deeper,
and, when I needed air to breath, I worked my hands along his length and suckled his balls in my mouth when I felt him constrict. I’d heard enough about this in high school to know that he was about explode. And I wanted him to do it in my mouth, like I’d exploded on his last night. I didn’t think this could be enjoyable, but feeling him on the brink of unraveling in my mouth was so sexy to me. Not a chore, like other girls had described it to be. I tried to take him to the back of my throat, but I couldn’t without gagging, so I pressed my mouth around his crown tightly and returned to stroking him.
