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CHAPTER12
Late Night Cravings~Blue
One MonthLater
I pulled off the apron and waved goodbye to a few of the other workers at the cafe. It was the same every day. Wake up, text Hunter a string of messages, head to the cafe, miss him all day, and then head home. Another cafe set up shop near Estelle’s, and her business had slowed down a bit, except for her loyal regulars. I normally worked the morning and afternoon shifts and headed home around 3 PM, but today I worked a little past 6 PM due to staff shortages.
The pay was decent, but nothing to scream home about. Hunter convinced me I didn’t need to save a dime because he had more than enough from his construction business. That’s what I loved about him. He presented himself with his heart on his shoulder, with a smile that could make my knees weak and a mouth that could bring me over the edge. He didn’t need fancy cars, expensive clothes, and a house big enough to run laps just to boost his ego. But at the end of the day, it was a job that provided money, so I could save up and finally get out of Aston’s hair.
I knew Hunter would never have me want for anything, but my mother always told me to have a little bit of my own, just in case. Plus, I’d rather spend most of the day running back and forth with a tray full of food than sit under the same roof with Aston for hours. He decided to have a long talk with me when I returned home from Del Mar last month. His entire demeanor was off, and ever since he told me that he wanted me to stay in Stonebridge with him, I had a hard time looking him in the eye at dinner, or anytime, as a matter of fact. I tried to make sense of it and his newfound jealousy over Hunter.
It made no sense, and the last thing I needed was a game of “let's figure out Aston’s emotions” when I was secretly planning to leave and never come back. Hunter didn’t care for Aston, but the thought of me leaving like a theft in the night was off-putting to him. Even if Aston wasn’t the best person, he deserved a goodbye from my face, not a text. But that was Hunter, the good in him, the person who had the ability to see a silver lining in even the direst of situations.
I unlocked the Jeep and tossed my backpack onto the passenger seat. Even thirty days later, it still smelled like him. A mixture of cedarwood, leather, and the signature scent of the beach. Just sitting in my Jeep every day was enough to calm the storm in my heart because it reminded me of my future and my home. Pulling into the underground garage, I gathered my resolve before climbing down from the Jeep. Aston hated it and went on a huge rant about how they were gas guzzlers, not safe, and broke down all the time. He also told me he wouldn’t be providing any gas for it or car insurance. The closer I inched to the private penthouse elevators, the more my stomach flipped.
The ride up was swift, and I hoped the elevator would get stuck just for once, but the odds of that happening in a building like this was nonexistent. The scents of seared meat and veggies rounded the corner as I stepped out into the hallway. He ate dinner around the same time every day, and it included expensive steaks and bland vegetables. I never once saw him eat a cheeseburger or anything tasty for that matter. His food choices were in sync with his miserable demeanor, with Sushi every now and then being an outlier treat.
I opened the door and sped walk to my room, but not before catching a glimpse of his brooding eyes peeking over the top of his newspaper. With legs crossed, perched in a large leather chair and a glass of red wine at his side, he winged a brow in my direction before returning his attention to the paper. I continued to my room, slamming the door shut as I let my backpack drop to the floor. Toeing out of my shoes, I removed the hair tie from my bun and fell face first onto my bed, grabbing the blanket, the one that meant the world to me, as I counted down the hours until Hunter got home.
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I wokea few hours later to a completely darkened room. Sitting up, I grabbed my phone and saw a missed facetime call from Hunter. It was a little after 11:00 PM, but Hunter never went to bed without hearing my voice, so I knew he was still up. Although we texted throughout the day, getting to see his face was the highlight of my week. We facetimed on Friday nights, and he turned me into his little slut, forcing me to touch myself as he stroked to my moans. I never thought I would ever get off by having someone watch me, but that’s exactly what Hunter did.
He watched, instructed, and it drove me over the edge. I swung my legs over the bed and darted toward the bathroom, forgetting about the medium brown box in my path. I started packing up things I wanted to keep and mailing them to Hunter's house. He didn’t have to open them, and I preferred it if he didn’t. But when the time came for me to leave, the only thing I wanted to grab was my suitcase and purse. I didn’t care about the furniture or anything else Aston bought for this room.
I pulled off the clothes I had on earlier and slipped into a pair of panties and a tank before checking the lock on the door. I pulled open the drawer that housed my pink vibrator under a stack of winter sweaters and turned on the fan that sat on my bedside table. Then I dialed Hunter's number.
“Hey, baby.” His voice came through before the camera connected. Low, smooth, and intoxicating.
“I miss you, Daddy,” I said as I flipped the little stand up on the back of the case and nestled the phone between my legs.
Once the camera connected, my eyes met the crumpled sheets of his bed, and my heart reminded me just how much I missed being wrapped in them. The camera flipped, and heat flared through every part of my body as I caught his gaze. Even after a long day at work, with a two-week-old beard and semi-damp hair, Hunter could turn my stomach upside down. I’ve seen him a hundred times, but seeing him now, after everything, knowing that he lived to see me smile, made the experience more intimidating.
He placed a muscular arm behind his head and pulled over a pillow, resting the phone on it as he stared into my soul. “I know, baby, but Daddy is here now. Right here for you and whatever you need.”
He winged a brow and let his lips pull into a slow, sinister grin. I knew the look well. It was his precursor expression before his eyes turned darker and his carnal stare set in. It sent rivulets of butterflies swarming through my belly. I had to come to terms that I would never get used to the way he stared at me. Each possessive glare he relayed my way would set my body on fire, with his touch and his words being the only thing to quench it. I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth and leaned back into my headboard, giving him an up-close view of my animated taco-dotted panties.
“Is that for me?” He dragged a thumb across his bottom lip and cascaded his eyes to the crotch of my panties. “Let Daddy see those pretty little pussy lips.”
My insides warmed at his words. I lifted, tucking my fingers under the band of my panties, and pulled them down my legs. He released a slow, drawn out growl as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Just exposing myself to him had the ability to ruin him, but I switched on the power to my vibrator, adding more salt to the wound.
“Do you want me to touch myself?...” l let my words hang in the balance, knowing damn well what his answer would be.
His boxer shorts disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving his erect monstrous cock on full display. It leaked, and a slow drip of oozing precum slid down the underside of his shaft.
“I do. Now be a good girl and take Daddy to bed.”
His wish was my command, and I placed the silicon tip of the vibrator on my clit. He stroked to uncontrolled passion, his low growls mixing with my low moans as the minutes passed. He commanded my attention the entire time, never breaking eye contact. That fueled our desire and percolated the air, consuming us although we were hundreds of miles away.
“That’s my girl. Come like you fucking mean it.”
His words were my undoing, and my body grew taunt. Coming down from the high was the hardest, especially when he wasn’t here to catch me. Our breathing slowed, and we both flipped over on our stomachs. Even through a screen, he provided me with the care and love I so much craved.
I slipped my legs under the duvet and brought my favorite blanket to my nose. “Three more weeks,” I said in a whisper.
“Until?” He joked as he jogged his eyebrows up and down his forehead.
I pouted through the blanket, sticking my tongue out in a playful manner. He always pretended to forget about my big move, but I knew he was just as excited as I was.
