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Future, sober Posey could deal with whatever ramifications came out of sending a drunk text to the guy I had the hots for and screwed over tonight. I laid back on my bed and hit the send button before closing my eyes and falling right off to sleep.
Chapter 9
Posey
Icame awake to the chirp of incoming messages or reminder of messages on my phone. I couldn’t really tell which it was because, between my head pounding and my being bleary-eyed because I drank too much last night, nothing was making sense. So, I ignored them. Grabbing the bottle of water, I cracked the seal, then downed the pain meds I’d left for myself.
Drinking with Lucy was always an experience.
I groaned as the memories of last night swallowed me whole, reminding me of what I’d done. The bolt of regret tinged in embarrassment slammed into me and I sobbed, covering my face with my hands. Why did I have to be this way? Why couldn’t I be normal? Those were rhetorical questions that didn’t have answers.
My phone chimed again, reminding me of what waited for me when I woke, and reluctantly I grabbed the device off my bedside table. My throat closed off. My heart hammered against my ribs. All the messages were from Hunter.Ohmigod, what have I done?
The sick, twisted, curious side of my imagination wanted to see what I’d said to him. The anxious neurotic side said to leave the situation alone and never look back. With a demon on one shoulder and an angel on the other, I gave over to my inquisitiveness and opened the app, interested in what Hunter had to say. Obviously, it could be something like Mack said you got home safe. Never darken my doorstep ever again, or they could be simple one-word statements likebitch.Or evenfuck off.Of course, I deserved whatever vile things he’d have said about me. I left without even saying goodbye.
Pulling up my big girl panties, I clicked on Hunter’s icon and closed my eyes, not ready for the repercussion of my actions.
Viking God: Where did you go? Did something happen? You left without saying anything. Text me.
Viking God: What the fuck, Posey? You take off out of here without saying a word and now you won’t answer my texts? What the fuck is wrong with you?
Viking God: Mack texted me. He said you’re with a friend. I’m glad you're safe. Have a good night.
Posey: I’m srry about tn, Hunter. I feel like pop for leaving you like I did. Even after I promised you, I wouldn’t leaf. I ddi. The kidss complicated it. And my pork em is that I’m thinking with my pussyheand and not my enormous head…maybe because pissy head just needs some head…
Viking God: Pussy head, huh? I like this side of you, Posey. Asking for what you want, like Daddy’s good girl, should. How about this? The next time I see you, I’ll make you come on my tongue and scream my name. Eat that pretty little pussy of yours until you’re soaking wet and begging for my cock. I won’t stop until your legs are shaking and your sweet cunt is clenching around my tongue, so fucking desperate for my dick, you’re crying for relief. Fuck, girl. Do you know how much I want you right now? How turned on I am from reading that text? I’ve jerked off twice already, and I’m still in bed. I can’t fucking move because my dick still aches, and I’m so damn hard. Put me out of my misery, baby girl, and ride Daddy’s cock so I can empty my balls inside of you. [Photo attachment]
I wasn’t sure if I wanted to scroll down to the photo. I could see the edge of, but going farther down... My breath hitched.Please don’t be a dick pic. Please don’t be a dick pic.It wasn’t as if I thought Hunter was the type, but guys were, well, guys. The longer I sat there, my finger hovering over the screen warring with myself about scrolling down, the more the anticipation killed me.
“What the hell, Posey. Just do it already.” I closed my eyes and scrolled down just a little more. Then, on the count of three, I opened them, confirming my suspicions earlier. I was indeed a wuss.
However, replaced quickly by a carnal hunger I couldn’t name. My brain misfired and my mouth went dry before I swore it watered. There Hunter was, lying in bed, his sheet pushed down to his hips and his tattoo-covered biceps on full displayed. But that’s not where my eyes went first. Hell no, I saw the outline of his monster cock under the sheet. The thick outline lifted the covering slightly with a small dot of wetness near the tip. My gaze traveled upward from there, to his defined stomach, to his broad chest, both of which were covered in a tapestry of colorful tattoos and a smattering of fuzz. One of his tattooed arms was up behind his head while the other took the photo. His expression was a mix of cockiness and pure sensual heat. My eyes dipped down again; sure, I’d been seeing things when I first opened the photo.
I hadn’t. His cock was still right there, on display, tastefully and enticingly perfect. All for me, if I believed what Hunter wrote.
Viking God: Mack said you got home safe. That’s good. Real good. You’re mine now, Posey, and Daddy always gets what Daddy wants. Sweet dreams, baby girl.
I stared at my phone as a full body flushed heated my skin. My head throbbed, as did my pussy at the naughty texts Hunter sent me. Call him Daddy? Was he insane? Yet, why did the idea of screaming daddy while Hunter fucked me into oblivion turn me on so much? I couldn’t even attempt to understand my reaction without a shower, a toothbrush, and some coffee. Right now, I was lucky I could even comprehend what he wrote, let alone read it. As it was, my panties were ruined and my nipples were so hard, every time my thin sleep shirt brushed across the hard pebbles, a spark of arousal skittered along my skin. My belly wobbled and the empty clench of my vagina had me stifling a squeak of pleasure.
Then with roaring clarity, Mack’s parting statement slammed into my mind, rattling the addled grey matter. Hunter’s girl. They think, rather, Hunter thought I was his girl? I’d heard July and Kayan talking about shit likeBoomsand how ruthless their husbands became when they only had eyes for them. Could Mack mean the same for me and Hunter? But I wasn’t a Mayson. Nor was Hunter. So, how did that work? Could anyone be one? Or have one?
Slipping out of bed, I knew the answers wouldn’t come to me without clearing the cobwebs first. Second, I had to clear the air with Hunter and apologize for my lewd behavior, even if he enjoyed the text. Stepping into the bathroom, I cried when I saw the state of my already unruly curls. Looked like today was all about washing and setting my hair, so I didn’t look like a frizz ball come Monday morning.
If I thought thirty minutes of washing and conditioning my hair and scrubbing myself clean or spending the next two hours of moisturizing, oiling, twisting, and setting my curls would help clear my head, I was sorely mistaken. By the time I got dressed, I was still confused about my reactions or why the idea of calling Hunter Daddy turned me on.
My phone rang as I went to my living room to get my bag and I answered, surprised Lucy was even alive yet. “Hello?” After everything she told me about her sister last night, I couldn’t blame her for wanting to get shit faced. I think I needed it just as much as she did.
“Hey girl,” Lucy said, sounding more human than I felt. “I’m downstairs in an Uber. Get your ass in gear. We have cars to pick up.”
I closed my eyes and sagged. Oh yeah, our cars. “Sure, give me five minutes, and I’ll be right down.”
Shit. If I could make it through today, I promised myself I’d never drink like I had last night. After gathering my tattered wits and my bag with my keys in it, I set out. My hair was a fluffy ball of curls, blowing in the breeze, annoying the hell out of me now. Really, I should have tied the unruly locks up into a messy bun, but after the state my hair had been in when I got up this morning, that was out of the question. I already had too much breakage.
“Hey girl,” Lucy said when I got in beside her. “You look like shit.”
I laughed. “Ha, ha. So do you, bitch.”
Lucy rolled her eyes as she furiously typed a message on her phone, then gave an exasperated sigh. “My mom hates me right now. She won’t let this go and allow Lacey to deal with the consequences of her actions.”
