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Who could ever refuse such a request from this queen, "Sure, what's your poison?" I teased.
It did make her top lip twitch into a somewhat smile, I’d take it. “I’ll have what you’re having.” She twirled one strand of that soft auburn hair with her finger.
I quickly turned towards the bar, so she doesn't see my bulging cock through my damn jeans. I needed to sit down or figure out a way to hide this bad boy. Once the bartender asked for my order, Ginny’s arm brushed against mine as she sat on one of the bar stools.
Once the drinks arrived in no time, I sat as close as I could to her by pushing the bar stool. She doesn't seem to notice or doesn't care.
I took a sip of my beer before saying, “Having fun?”
Mentally slapping myself for not having an actual conversation that didn't require a yes or no response, it was brutally the most awkward conversation I had ever had with someone.
To my surprise, she responded, “Let’s skip the small talk, can we go to your place?” While she leaned her elbows on the table. Her wavy hair hung around her left shoulder. Her head tilted. Her chest puffed out toward me. Her eyes searched for my reaction.
My mind didn’t have time to comprehend what just happened, but my dick sure responded quickly and wished for her to say that sentence one more time. Could this be real?
I swallowed harder than I thought since I was sure the entire place could’ve heard it. Ginny had a wicked gleam in her eye, and she leaned closer.
“From what I’ve heard; you are the person to see if I want a quick lay without any attachments. Is that true or do I need to go ask some stranger to fuck me?” Ginny asked quite openly, unlike the Ginny I knew years ago.
Not only did the thought of being inside her amp up my heart rate, but wave after wave of pure animalistic ownership coursed through my veins. My eyes searched the room scanning my competition. There were some burly men with long beards and tattoos. Some younger guys closer to my age were more focused on chugging beer than viewing the prime selection in the establishment. Some of them had women draped over their arms and some looked like they were already getting handsy under the table from the eager ladies who didn’t care about their reputation. The ones that truly bothered me were the ones who had their eyes trained on Ginny.
I observed the way their eyes devoured her. Fuck, even I could feel the heat coming off them. They didn’t have a clue how to treat a woman like Ginny. At least with me, she would get a night of me worshiping every inch of her body and endless orgasms. However, afterward, she might not like how it ended, truthfully though, she appeared to know the game. Maybe this one time I could make an exception, for old times’ sake or some bullshit like that. If anyone was going to own Ginny at this beach; it’ll be me and just for tonight.
GINNY
What did he have to think about? The rumor around town was that Hunt was a sure thing. Out of all the men that inhabited this place, I should watch out for him, unless I was just looking for a one-night stand.
By the looks of it, the bartender must’ve been one of his previous conquests. Her condemning gaze danced back and forth between him and me. She probably deluded herself to believe that she would be the one to change him. I learned the hard way that men don’t change. They lie. They steal. They cheat. There might be some who loved, but the percentage was so small I would rather take my odds of getting my needs sated and live life without disappointments. Now that was freedom and after the last one, all I wanted was to live as I pleased. I wasn’t going to allow some man to come in and ruin me again.
I leaned closer, pushing my breasts together and whispering, “What Hunt, are ya chicken?” I taunted him like he used to do when we were kids. He got me to do the dumbest things, but they were so much fun. If Pappy knew half of the things we did. He would’ve spanked our bottoms bright red.
A look of resolve flashed across his face. He inhaled a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He picked up his beer, chugged the remaining drops of fluid, and stood. He gestured for me to grasp his hand and I willingly followed his nonverbal command. “You have no idea what you are in for, Ginny girl. When I’m done with you, those legs won’t be able to hold up your motorcycle. It’s probably best I drive.”
He tugged me toward the door with the same determination he had as a young boy with a challenge. The naivety of the situation was comical, but the drive to succeed in his conquests was hot. The warmth between my legs became fire. The urge to rub my legs together to satisfy the eager pain had me aching, but I wouldn’t show my weakness to him. I was in charge this time.
I found Kara to let her know my plans. The wicked gleam in her eye was truly encouraging. The plan was I would get him naked and in a kinky position. He would be all worked up. Kara would call in a panic. I would drop everything leaving him there wanting… no conquering…no satisfaction…and when the disappointment was truly apparent. I would snap a picture of Hunt naked and embarrassed.
A zing of fear shot up my spine. I wasn’t sure if it was the fear of the unknown or the fear I might actually give in to Hunt’s prowess. He was definitely a hunter. Anyone who met Hunt knew that he was an expert huntsman. There wasn’t much that he didn’t master when he put his mind to it. I did believe him, but I wasn’t sure if it was a blessing or a curse.
He led me to his car. Nothing fancy. A small gray four-door sedan with a gray interior to match the exterior. It seemed like an odd selection for such a colorful person. Hunt was all about the magic and the big show. I almost believed he would’ve made his first million by the age of nineteen with his skills. Between his smarts, his drive and of course his rich family, I pictured a more luxurious car. I wondered if he preferred people not to know he had money.
The inside was immaculate. No stains on the upholstery, no scratches or scuffs on the inside anywhere that I saw. It appeared that Hunt took care of the things in his possession. This car had to have been at least ten years old, so he must’ve taken excellent care of it. “So how long have you had this car?” I asked, trying to keep my mind from conjuring up anything but the truth. The more I pondered, the more he seemed like a fantasy instead of a human fuck stick.
He slid the car into reverse and peered at me through the corner of his eye before answering. “My Nana left it to me when she passed. After I had cut all ties with my family, she wanted to make sure that I got some sort of compensation. She was sure that my father would cut me out of his will.” He said it, like it was a normal day at the shop.
“Well, did he?” I asked curiously, wondering how all of it came about. Last I knew, Hunt and his father didn’t always see eye to eye, but they had a special bond. Funny how life worked out. I guess the rich pretty boy didn’t have it as easy as I thought. However, he was still a manwhore whom I had to watch out for. When I was done with him, he wouldn’t know what happened. Maybe it would make him think twice before using women as his personal playthings, then tossing them in the metaphorical trash. He needed to learn his lesson.
HUNT
The drive to the apartment was quiet but full of energy. Quiet contemplation on both our parts. The only reason I didn’t question whether or not she was still in for this, were the heated stares coming from her. Our bodies vibrated with anticipation. I was hard as a rock already and couldn’t wait to be inside her. Ginny smelled delicious. I was going to take my time with her. I wanted to taste and smell every inch of her until I could no longer wait to feel her warmth wrapped around me.
However, since it would only be this once, I would cherish every single second with her. It was like knowing that I would never eat a certain food again. If I knew it was the last time, I would savor every morsel until the last drop to keep the memory vivid. She would definitely be an all-nighter. Most of the women weren’t worth the effort to me, but for some reason, Ginny was worth the plan I had been concocting in my head the entire trip back to the apartment.
I parked in my usual spot. No one typically ever tried to use that spot, knowing damn well that my car resided there most of the time. I backed in, so my departure would be smooth.
This parking garage was small and the spots tended to be on the narrow side. Ginny scoffed at my parking job. “Is there a problem?” I asked half-jokingly.
She smirked and let a quiet laugh, “Still a show off I see…” she trailed off while waving her hand in the air. I was simply backing into the spot.
