Page 23 of Don't Puck Him

Hunter takes his index finger and gently presses it against my chest. The touch. Oh my God, the touch. My back instantly arches, and my breasts swell. It’s like he has me on his auto-pilot. And he knows he does.

He slowly nods. Telling me without words I’m performing for him as I should.

I lose my mind.

* * *

Days go by.Hunter and I spend more time together. Our connection deepens, and more so without the need for words. My soul links with his. One look and I know what to do, how to act. I am being carried away, but the best of me refuses to fight against the tide swell.

One moment, I’m so proud of myself.

The next, ashamed, horrified.

I know I’m crawling into the beast, but I can’t stop. I yearn for the warmth, the security, the safety of knowing no matter what happens, Hunter will always protect me.

As each day follows night, more of his quiet commands I ingest.

A finger movement there. A nod here. And if I behave well, the longed for praise. “Good girl.”

Even alone in my dorm room, I can lose control from just the thought of him. But then I hear his calm words. “No, Wren, not without my permission. You know that. Be a good girl for me.”

I silently nod at my ceiling. I force my breathing to subside. I order my body sensations to die down. And I wait patiently for the next time Hunter will be by my side.

And yet, there’s a tiny bird inside my gut, one which has lived with me all my life, who is whispering a warning.What will you do if you go too far, Wren? If you become his, and only his. Then what?

My satisfied smile fades to straight lips, and I gently tumble into my Hunter-possessed reverie.

12

HUNTER

“Wren!” I call, pulling myself off the wall I’ve been leaning on. “How are you? Do you have a moment, or do you have to get to class?”

I’ve been practicing the words the whole time I’ve been waiting for Wren’s class to end, but they come out just the way I want them to. Natural, casual. Maybe she’d find it cute if she knew how much I liked talking to her, but I prefer to play it cool for now.

But I already know the answer. I know everything she does.

“Oh, Hunter,” she says. “I’m doing okay. You?”

She’s not offering me anything to ask about. Is she just tired and couldn’t think of anything, or is she trying to be cagey?

“I’m keeping ahead of things,” I tell her. “I hear Johnny’s putting together another party at his place tonight. I could get you in, if you want.”

“Tonight?” she repeats. The rest of her class has moved on by now, and it’s just the two of us standing outside the class building. “I don’t think I’m up for it tonight. Sorry.”

She starts walking. Definitely being cagey. What’s the problem? I thought things were getting better between us.

I walk next to her. “You got plans or just feeling tired?”

“Just feeling tired,” she answers.

She’s evading me, and I have to immediately clamp down to hide how angry that makes me. How dare she decide she can just start avoiding me after everything we’ve been through, and without even talking to me about it?

“Well, just wanted you to know that I’m thinking about you,” I say, keeping my tone light and friendly. “I enjoyed the last time we hung out, and I’d love to do it again sometime. When you’re feeling ready.”

I turn and start walking away from her towards the apartment. Just like I hope, she stops me.

“Hunter!”

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