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CHAPTER7
Dirty Secrets~Hunter
I watchedBlue drive away until she was out of sight before closing up the garage and going back inside. I sat down in my recliner, running my fingers across my mouth. I could still taste Blue's candied juices on my tongue, still smell her on my fingers. I could still feel her in my arms, how she melted against me when I held her, and how her mouth felt on mine. My cock also remembered because it was rock hard again within seconds of delving into the memory. It wanted her as badly as I did, to be the first to feel her warmth wrapped around it.
I pulled it out and started to stroke, thinking of what it would be like. She was a virgin and not even twenty-one yet. That knowledge made me feel like the hero and the villain in the same story. The man who would be her first and only and the man who would defile the perfectly preserved flower.She was always a good girl, and I was certain no one had ever touched her that way based on her earlier reactions. Certainly, no one had ever felt the inside of one of her untouched holes.
The idea of being her first in every way, claiming her for myself before anyone else could, quickly brought me to the edge of my climax. The smooth skin of my cock was pulled tight around my hardness, and I'd been dripping since I started. I pulled my shirt up with one hand, then finished with a big load of cum on my torso in a powerful, lingering orgasm as I moaned Blue's name repeatedly.
I wiped myself up with some damp paper towels, then went to the fridge, knowing what I'd find before opening it.
Why the fuck did I offer to make dinner when the only things in there were eggs, milk, and beer?
The freezer was no better. I had a bag of ice that had been in there so long it had solidified into one huge chunk, a freezer-burned steak I kept meaning to throw away, and four bottles of liquor I wanted to be kept cold.
Who the fuck was I trying to fool? Blue knew I hadn't cooked a real meal for myself since Ashley died. Hell, I was on a first-name basis with the entire staff at Kung Pao's. Even if I had the ingredients to make something, I would probably ruin it.
Sometimes I think you only fall apart, so I'll come put you back together.
I wanted to deny it, but deep down, I knew she was right. Every time she left, I'd be okay for a while. Sometimes it was days; other times, it was weeks. But every time, as soon as I'd start to miss her more than I knew was probably normal given our relationship, things would start to get bad again.
When she was gone for too long–or at all–everything felt like it didn't matter, like unless she was here, there was no point in trying. I was a one or two beer a night guy while she was here, but as soon as that ache of missing her would set in, my evenings were drowned in strong, numbing elixirs. I'd start to drink more, clean less, sleep more, but sleep worse. I could have done more. I could have kept the place tidier. I could have cut back on the liquor, and I did when I wanted to.
Then I’ll start to text her. It would come off casual at first. Messages like, When are you coming back? or How's school going? But once the small talk and vague planning subsided, I'd feel that itch for more, especially on her last few visits. Until now, I'd never been so bold as to text her I need you, but it had come as easily as telling her. The house feels so empty without you here. Please come home soon; it always felt right to say come home. This was her home for a long time, even if she lived with that prick Aston during the school year. I hoped she would start to feel that way again with me.
I knew what that would mean. People would talk. They'd judge us. I'd practically raised her like my own daughter. I was eighteen years older, and people in town, not to mention my family, knew who she was. They knew she was Ashley's best friend, which should have always been a non-starter. But I didn't fucking care about that when I could still taste her sweetness on my lips. Every morning when I woke up, she was the first thing on my mind, and she was what I fell asleep thinking about. I meant that text I sent to her. I needed her in more ways than I could even fully express.
I pulled out my phone to start a grocery list, and it started to ring. "CARTER" flashed on the screen. I debated answering or not, knowing how little time I had to get things ready for dinner, but right then, the doorbell rang.
It couldn't be Blue. She had a key I gave her years ago when she was old enough to get from the airport to the house on her own.
So who the fuck was here? I had no friends in Del Mar, none that I liked to see, my employees knew to never come to my house uninvited, and I'll be damned if it was my brother, the only other person in life I despised more than the devil himself.
I had barely cleared the entryway to the kitchen when I saw Carter standing at the front door. He gave me a shit-eating grin, holding his phone up so I could see the ongoing call, then hung it up.
"Open up, asshole," he said in a loud, cheerful voice.
Normally, I'd be excited to see him as a distraction from the constant agony of Blue's absence, but I didn't need to be distracted for once. On top of that, I didn't know why he was here.
Nevertheless, I opened the door, and Carter sauntered in, straightening the lapels of his sports jacket as he lowered his shades down his nose. I met Carter Castle about ten years earlier at a conference for Builders and Developers in Stonebridge. I was just starting out with my first construction company, the one I started with my brother before he stole it right from under me.
I needed professional contacts, and he was preparing to take over his dad's high-volume real estate firm. We connected immediately, being the two youngest executives in the room, even if we weren't even close to being on the same level. But somehow, despite me being a middle-class single parent and him being a billionaire tycoon, we'd kept up a friendship that I could honestly say was the only one I gave half a shit about.
"I went by the site today to check up on things," he said, sitting in my chair and forcing me to take the couch, something I was sure was on purpose.
"Oh yeah?" I lowered onto the arm of the couch and lowered my gaze to the wood floor. “How’s Brooklyn? Is she here?”
"When you weren't there, I figured I'd come by here to catch up, see how things were going. See if you had any news you wanted to share. I'm guessing maybe you do since the last time I saw you, you looked like a sewer rat drowned in booze, and now you look… well, like a man who has what he needs." He jogged his brows up and down before sporting a shit eating grin. “And, no Brooklyn is in Europe shopping. You know my baby girl can shop til she drops.”
I should have expected a visit from him soon since my company was doing the project for him, but I didn't think it would be right when Blue showed up. His eyes twinkled with mischief, but I ignored the question he wasn't asking. Since Ashley died, Carter had spent the entire time trying to help me move on by insisting I go out more and get laid.
He got so fed up with me resisting that he sent a hooker to my house last year. I wish I could say I did the right thing, but that had been a bad night. I was missing Blue more than usual, and I was half a bottle of vodka deep when she showed up. If she'd been half an hour later, I would have been too drunk, but her timing was impeccable–or terrible, depending on one's point of view. Drunk, lonely, and horny is the magic combo when a prostitute shows up at your door and says she wants to fuck you.
Good thing I couldn't hold my liquor like any other man because the half bottle of vodka ended up on her lap. Tears started down her cheeks, accompanied by a scream, and I didn't know if she was pissed or sad, but I told her the hose was out back or she could take a swim in the ocean. A string of curse words rolled off her lips as she flew out the front door, and somehow, I woke up the next morning on the floor next to my bed.
The one thing I wasn't ashamed of from that night was that, to this day, I never told Carter what happened, and neither did the escort. He tried to coax it out of me every time we saw each other, but I was a stone fortress. Unfortunately, this let him draw his own conclusions, which were probably more sinister than reality.
"So..." Carter continued, studying my cleaned-up appearance. "Who is she?"
