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Hunter
“Talk to me, Shorty, what the fuck is going on?”
“Nothing,” she murmurs, breathing hard through her nose.
Turning onto a back road leading to the house, I skid to a halt, and turn the ignition off. “Why do I always feel like I have to pull the truth out of you?” I ask locking eyes with her, and drape my arm behind her head.
“Or fuck the truth out of me?” she says, and it hurts hearing her say those words.
I lick my lips, and let my eyes travel to her naked legs, and before I get a chance to say something she jumps on me. Pinning me in my seat, with her knees on either side of my body. Leaning back against the steering wheel she pushes the front of her dress down to reveal her red lace bra.
My body responds instantly and she flashes me a coy smile, starting to open the buttons of my shirt.
“Sky, we need to talk,” I plead, placing my hands on her small waist. She wiggles back and forth over my growing erection and I catch a glimpse of her red underwear. My dick twitches against her core as she whispers dirty things in my ear and kisses me. Getting lost in our kiss, I pull her against my chest and ravage her mouth.
Her hands pry at my clothes, she opens my belt, eases my zipper down slipping her hand in, and grabs my hard cock.
“No talking,” she purrs, brushing her thumb over my dick piercing, and my head falls back.
“Stop it, Sky,” I get out, before she starts kissing my neck, leaving a wet trail where her tongue traces my Adam’s apple. Damn, she needs to stop, I’m angry and turned on. And the only thing I want to do right now is flip her on her stomach, push her underwear to the side, and pound into her from behind. I want her to hurt, like she’s hurting me.
“Fuck me like you did before, Hunter,” she says pushing my underwear down, my dick springs free leaving a wet trail against my six-pack.
“No, stop it,” I growl, dropping my hands.
“Your dick is saying something else,” she says against my parted lips. Leaning forward on her knees she grinds her drenched panties against my erection.
“No!” I tell her, but she keeps kissing me. Swearing under my breath I grab her by the waist and push her back to her seat.
“What the fuck?” she asks, fixing her undone dress.
“I told you to stop!” I growl out, hiking up my pants and underwear. I turn the ignition and drive up to the house.
“Screw you, Hunter. You were the big tough guy who dragged me from the party and now you can’t even fuck me,” she says, pushing me back in my seat before jumping out of the car.
“You can’t use sex to avoid talking to me!” I yell. I slam my fist against the steering wheel and watch her go.
“Fuck you,” she roars. She can’t get away from me fast enough.
I slam the car door, and fix my belt as I walk over to Drew and Timothy waiting for us. Didn’t take them long to get back here. Scratching the side of my shaved head, I’m trying to figure out what to tell them. I need to go to a meeting first thing in the morning. I can’t lose myself like this ever again. Like I’m losing myself in her.
Sky walks past Drew and Timothy not even stopping for them. Tim tries to grab her arm but she shakes her head.
“What the hell?” Drew asks.
Timothy stands next to him. “Drew, let him explain,” he says, crossing his arms, giving me a chin-tip. Drew turns around. “Don’t, Tim. This is between me and dipshit over there.” Threat and despair ring in his voice.
Shaking my head, I fight against the urge to slam my fists against the wall until they’re covered in blood, anything to get what happened between us out of my mind. I can still smell her on me. I swear under my breath, remembering how she bucked on top of me, the way she ached for my touch, but I can’t give it to her until she tells me what is going on.
“Forget it, Drew,” I mumble.
“I was scared you were going to crash the truck.” He follows me into my apartment. “Are you okay?” he asks, his voice shaking.
He eyes me as I walk around the room. I’m starting to pace, never a good sign. Slowly, I breathe in and out, trying to focus on my heartbeat, and flexing my fingers. I haven’t felt like this in a fucking long time. Slowly, the anger takes over like it used to do, and back then I’d turned to drugs, taking the easy way out.
“Hunter?” he pleads.
“Yeah?” I ask, picking up the damn skateboard and throwing it on the couch in the living room. I don’t know if I hurt her. Shit, did I hurt her?
