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Last night, Beth and I had rocked ourselves back and forth on the rocking chairs out on the porch. We’d agreed that the Lovell men should have time and space to begin to grieve together—without u
s being in the house with them. However, they’d kept to themselves. She and I had shared with each other that Chase and Hunter hadn’t talked about their mom. I knew that there was a lot of bad blood; Hunter had broken into his parent’s house when he’d been high and demanded money from his mom. I knew that must’ve been frightening for her, and for Chase, as he’d been there too.
We were at the cemetery and the workers were putting their mom’s ivory white marble casket into the ground. Mr. Lovell had told us to stay back and we obediently complied with his request. It was the only communication we’d had with him. Chase and Hunter dropped white roses into the ground and pictures of them with their mom inside. Everyone else had left from the funeral. After Chase said something to his mom, he allowed himself to fall into Hunter’s open arms. Across from his sons, Mr. Lovell stared at the workers as they began shoving dirt to cover her casket.
Chapter 23
Hunter
I FELT LIKE I was going to break down as I’d watched mother’s burial. I’d known her plans since I was nine years ago, the day Nana had been cremated. After mother and I had had a few drinks outside on the porch, she’d told me that she’d wanted a service in a church and to be buried. Dad had been the one to supervise the coordination of the wake and the funeral. I hadn’t seen anyone check up on how he was doing, so I’d figured that I ought to do it now.
After Dad said come in when I’d tapped on his door, I found him slouched over the couch in his impressive office, which also served as a pull out bed. As I made more strides into his office, the hypnotic smell of bourbon overwhelmed my senses and my gaze dropped to the tall, dark glass of the alcoholic drink.
“Come. Sit down, Hunter. You drink bourbon, don’t you?” he asked me in a dry tone, the reddish-brown eyes that Chase and I had inherited from him flickered with bitterness.
“I haven’t had a drop of the stuff in years.”
He lifted the cup to his mouth and took greedy gulps of the bourbon. Like me, it’d take a few more drinks for him to be full-on drunk. We were big guys and I’d recalled, from the company parties we’d all attended when he’d made partner, that he’d a high tolerance for alcohol.
“How about snow?” He sent me a pointed look. “You mess with that stuff, although it seems like you haven’t touched it since you’ve been under my roof.”
I’d given him a lot of problems, due to my addiction. He was letting it all out now. My record wouldn’t have been expunged if it weren’t for him. Despite being a corporate lawyer, he knew very good criminal lawyers.
“I don’t do any drugs. Not even an aspirin when my hands get stiff,” I clarified for him. “Mom must’ve gotten those guerillas to get me off of the streets and into treatment.”
“Who else could it have been? I knew you boys were going to be pansies. And you were practically bottle-fed bourbon. It’s no wonder you’re an addict. But Chase—he kicked it. He experimented, like teenagers do, and got over that phase. He would’ve been a part of the win over Tampa…”
The smell of the bourbon intensified. I felt like I was breathing it in and I was so tempted to wash down my feelings tonight with just one glass, for old time’s sake. For mother. It’d been a ritual that he’d known about for years and hadn’t done anything to stop. Instead, however, I bounced from his office.
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MARISKA HAD ALL OF her damp hair on one side as she spread product into a section of her hair and began combing through it. She didn’t notice I was here, until I locked the door. As she whipped around with a surprised expression that slipped from her face, her robe fell open. My gaze fell to her perfect stiffened nipples and back up to her face. She brought the wrap around to tie it.
“Don’t,” I told her and slowly strolled over to her, “cover yourself up.”
Her hands settled to her thighs and the robe parted farther apart this time, without any extra effort on her part. With her skin glowing like she’d spent her entire day at the Paloma’s Edge beach, all the blood rushed from my brain and straight to my groin. I did nothing to mask my growing erection. It was becoming uncomfortable for me. I wanted to readjust myself or take off my pants all together.
In the precise moment that the sheer white robe hit the floor, Mariska slid the chair from the night table back. She motioned me with her finger to come closer to her. And when I did, she took hold of my hands and her harsh breath lingered in my ears. I was turning her on, as much as she was exciting me.
I was speechless when her passionate gaze collided with mine, her chest flush against mine. Awkwardly, she unbuttoned my jeans, as if she hadn’t done it before and then it occurred to me why this was different; the bright lights were on and exposed every flaw on our bodies, or rather every decadent inch of her skin. After I kicked off my shoes and pants, I held the back of her head in my hand.
“We can stay together like this. Nothing else,” I told her, honestly hoping that she’d still want me to do at least a little more to her.
She pulled my head down to her forehead. “Why is it okay now?” she asked against my lips.
“Because I don’t think I’ll fucking walk straight, if I am not deep inside by the end of the night.”
A satisfied smiled crossed her face as she yanked down my boxers. Squatting, she tugged my boxers down my legs and lowered herself to take it off me completely. Before I even stepped out of my boxers, my cock jerked forward to full attention a fraction from Mariska’s face. She grasped me in her soft hands, which was smoother than usual, due to her hair cream. As she stroked me thoroughly, until I thought I’d bust in her hands, she planted a quick kiss to my head and then she steadied herself by gripping onto my thighs. She pushed me forward a little and my knees hit the edge of the seat before I sat down. Mouth opened wide, Mariska eased my cock to the back of her throat, then out. In fast and slow plunges. Her eyes became unfocused. With her lips gripping my shaft, light tears streamed down her face. I pushed her shoulders back so she’d more room, but I didn’t want out of her mouth either. Bracing her hands on the beginning of my ass, Mariska squeezed each cheek and I instantly exploded into her mouth. She laved at my crown, murmuring when she slid me past her lips, deeper again, taking me at the sides of her mouth to relax her throat muscles. My hands buried into her hair. Hips churned as another orgasm tore through me with a ferocity I’d never experienced. I emptied straight into her throat.
After she swallowed, her mouth curved and she asked me, “Did you bring any condoms with you?”
Mariska
HUNTER PULLED ME INTO his lap. My legs hung over the sides of the chair as my wetness came into direct contact with his hardening cock. His mouth moved over mine as he took himself in his hand and ran circles over my entrance with the head of his penis. I found myself kissing him senseless as I gyrated on him. I squirmed when he inched inside me. I couldn’t accommodate him easily. Hunter lifted me up and I was standing again, my legs spaced out, toes curled onto the carpeting of his bedroom floor. His turned his head so that his face was at level with my vagina. A grin pulled at the corners of his lips as he jerked his head up, and proceeded to lick and suck on my navel in tandem with the painstaking rhythm he was applying as he caressed the length of his groin in his strong, large hand. He was getting thicker and longer than he had gotten before. The image made me moan.
Bringing his head back a slight, he blew over my clit and my knees felt weak. Then, he planted his tongue at my cleft and turned his head again, pushing and swirling through my folds.
As I was getting wetter, he fingered me and I pushed my fingers into his thick head of hair in order to hang on. I was so connected to him. He needed to lose himself inside me. When I came undone, all over Hunter’s mouth, he ran his tongue over his lips until it was clean. As I breathed raggedly, Hunter hauled himself up from the chair and carried me to the bed. Warmth rushed through me faster this time around, because he didn’t divert his gaze from me. He opened the pocket at the crotch of his boxers and took out a condom.
