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Sky
“Then tell me what’s going on, Sky,” he growls out, turning onto the quiet road leading up to the house.
“I can’t, not yet.” I want to take a sledgehammer to the overpriced Ram monstrosity. I want to scream, I want to cry, I want to feel something other than pain. I turn on the surround sound and a guitar solo blares through the speakers.
“No?” he growls, killing the music. I don’t know why his voice makes my heart race, and my panties damp.
Nausea takes hold of me. Because I know what I want. I want to do something crazy. I want him. I want Hunter to make me forget, even if it means nothing to him.
“Stop this damn truck right now,” I scream, gasping for air, the panic attack engulfing me, and I punch against his seat.
He points a finger in my face. “Shorty, talk to me…” He snaps his mouth closed, clenching his jaw.
“I don’t want to talk,” I spit out, hitting him in the shoulder. Taking him and myself by surprise.
He shakes his head. His eyes lock on mine for a second, and my mouth dries. Hunter’s eyes are cold and hard like him.
I slam my hands on the dashboard. “Stop, stop this motherfucking truck!” I demand, angry tears blurring my vision. I need to breathe, I need to get out of this car, and away from him.
He turns onto an abandoned road and hits the brakes. We skid to a halt. Slamming his hands on the steering wheel, he curses under his breath.
I try the handle but it’s still locked. “Open the door.” My voice is icy and calm.
“You don’t want to tell me what is going on? Then fucking go,” he says, hurt underlining his words, and unlocks the car. I open the door, but before my feet hit the pavement I slam it shut again. I’m done running away from him, from myself, from what I want.
“I don’t know what to do!” I yell, fear taking hold of me.
“Talk to me, whatever it is, you can tell me,” he drawls. He clicks his seat belt open, and I slump back against the leather, my tears spilling over while I scream.
“Sky, babe. Stop it,” he says gently, taking my hands in his. “I didn’t mean to scare or hurt you. Please stop. Talk to me. Fucking let me in.” His deep voice breaks. He pulls me into his chest.
I turn, pushing him away, and before I know it, my palm lands hard across his cheek. My hand stings and the expression in his eyes changes from shock to pure anger. I lean against the door, not knowing how he’ll react.
Biting his lip, he licks the blood from the corner of his mouth. He traces his bottom lip with his thumb, a wild look in his eyes. A cocky grin spreads across his face, scaring me and making me pant with want. Before I can blink, he boxes me in, one hand on the door, the other behind my head.
“What are you doing?” my voice trembles.
“Tell me what is going on with you, why did you come here?”
I shake my head. “I can’t.” Tears run down my cheeks. I lean forward and rest my face against his chest. He gasps and slowly buries his hands in my hair holding me close.
“I thought I could stay away, but I can’t. I need someone like you,” I whisper, as his hands travel to my shoulders, and down my arms. I lean my head against the crook of his neck, and inhale his scent.
He freezes and then starts moving his fingers over my waist. “Hey, whatever it is, it doesn’t matter.” His voice breaks. “I can take it. Tell me what you want and I’ll do it.”
I scream into his shirt, grabbing the fabric between my fingers. “I’m so angry,” I say through my sobs.
He clutches my hands and holds them against his warm body. His heartbeat pounds against my palm. Hunter is trembling with anger, or is it fear? Leaning forward, he grabs the back of my head, pulling me into him.
“Don’t, I’m not good for you,” I say, heat pooling between my legs. Our mouths are inches from each other.
“You said you needed someone like me,” he whispers the words, wetting his lips.
“Maybe I do,” I say, wanting to kiss him, to get lost in his strength.
The temperature in the car turns from icy cold to scorching hot. His lips touch my cheeks kissing away the tears on my face, breathing in deeply.
“No, this is wrong.” He tries to push me away, but I move on top of him. Straddling his hips, I shift my weight over his hard thighs. Grunting he pins my hands behind my back, holding me prisoner, showing me who has all the control here.
