My Favorite Mistake(50)

I’d had orgasms before, I mean, who hadn’t? Renee had dragged me to a sex toy party last year, and I’d bought a few things, but nothing worked better than Hunter Zaccadelli’s hands.

My back arched and I bit my lip so I wouldn’t be too loud.

“We’re alone; you be as loud as you want, Missy. I plan for this to be a regular thing,” he said, kissing me. His hand continued to work, torturing me again.

I wasn’t sure how much more I could take. On my own my record was three. I was coming up on number two in a very short span of time.

“I want you so bad right now.”

“Okay,” I said as another one hit me. That time I made a lot of noise. Hunter kissed me again, and decided that he’d had enough of clothes, too.

The next thing I knew we were both naked, and his entire body was pressed on mine.

“This is going to hurt. If you want me to stop, just say the word and I will. There are plenty of other things we can do,” he said with a smirk. “But I don’t want this to be a bad memory. I want this to be a good one.”

He kissed me again, and I reveled in the feeling of his warm skin against mine. Hunter pulled away to rip open the wrapper and roll the condom on.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes.” I was. This was my choice. My body. My Hunter.

He pushed into me, and I tried not to cry out in pain. It hurt.

“Aw, baby, I’m sorry.” He kissed me, and I held onto him until he was all the way in. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” He stayed still for a few seconds, and my body started to adjust. It was a strange sensation, but I didn’t want it to stop.

“Taylor?” Hunter said, brushing my hair back from my face. “I love you.”

“I love you,” I said without even hesitating. In that moment, as we were joined together as one person, I did. He pulled out and thrust in again. It hurt again, but not as bad.

“Again?” he asked, his muscles trembling.

“Again.”

He started going faster, and the pleasure started overwhelming the pain. I moved my hips up to meet him, and he kissed me hard. He groaned a little while later, and I felt him come. He fell against me, exhausted. Hunter tried to pull out, but I wrapped my legs around him so he wouldn’t.

“Not yet,” I said. I wanted to keep this moment for as long as I could.

“I love you,” he said, kissing me as he rolled us both onto our sides. We were both sweaty and still a little out of breath, but it didn’t matter. “More than the stars.”

“I love you, too,” I said, holding him close.

“I believe you.”

We stayed connected as long as we could, but then he had to pull out and toss the condom. When he came back we lay naked for a while, touching each other softly and trying to figure out what we could say that would make sense.

“Did I hurt you?” he said.

“Yes, but it doesn’t matter.”

“I wish I hadn’t.”

“Don’t un-wish it. It was perfect.”

“Perfectly -imperfect.”

“Like us,” I said.

“Just like us.” He kissed my nose. “More?”

“More what?”

“I have a whole repertoire that I want to use on you. It’s one of my many talents. It’s my goal to satisfy.”

“And I appreciate that. Must be those fingers,” I said, bringing them to my mouth and kissing them. I rubbed them across my lips.

“Must be.”

I wasn’t a virgin anymore.

“I know I should be freaking out right now, but I’m not,” I said.

“Good.” He ran his finger between my breasts and flicked my belly ring. “I have to say that I enjoy that, very much.”

“I didn’t get it with you in mind.”

“Why did you get it?”

I propped my head on my hand. “I always thought they looked pretty, and it seemed daring.”

“I like it on you.” He leaned forward and kissed my belly. I sighed again. God, that felt so good. He felt good.

“Shit,” he said, pointing to my comforter. I’d sort of forgotten about the bleeding part in the heat of the moment.

“Aw, crap. Guess I’m due for a new one.” My face went red, and I stuffed my face into my pillow.

“It’s okay; we’ll just stay in mine tonight.”

“I should get cleaned up.”

He raised one eyebrow. “Can I help?” I was about to say hell no, but then I thought of all the times I’d thought about bathing with Hunter. They were too numerous to count.

“To the shower,” I said, raising my arm. He took the opportunity to tickle me under my armpit as he climbed over me so he could pick me up.

“We can soak that in the tub later,” he said about my comforter.

There was something absolutely weird about being completely naked with another person and not caring.

He turned the shower on and made sure it was the right temperature before he let me get in.

We spent most of the time kissing, with me trying not to drown under the water and him laughing at me. My hair kept getting in the way. I had way too much of it.

We soaped each other up and had a little too much fun washing special parts. He made me come a few more times, and I had to hold onto him because my legs wouldn’t support me.

“You are really good at that,” I said after another one.

“You’re easy.” I smacked his chest with a wet slap. “You know what I mean. All those years of not doing anything and you’re all pent up. All I have to do is push the button.” He pushed said button and I cried out, falling against him.

“I told you I was a virgin, not a nun. I know how to make it happen. It’s just better when you do it.”

“I knew girls did that. Most of the ones I’ve been with denied it.”

“Not as much as boys, but we have needs, too.”

“Needy, needy, girl.” He kissed my mouth and moved me so the water pounded on my back. He lifted me up, and I wrapped my legs around him.

I loved him.





Twenty-Five





Neither of us wanted to put clothes on, so we didn’t. We spent the rest of the night in Hunter’s bed, talking and kissing and touching. It was sweet and nice and glorious.

He told me more about his parents and different stories about growing up. I told him about my childhood, about the good times before my dad became a douche.

“So are we going to talk about what happened?” he said.

“You mean the sex?”

“I mean the love part that happened during the sex. There should really be a better word for it. Sex sounds so clinical.”

“Canoodling?” I suggested.

“Making whoopee.”

“Rolling in the hay.”

“Making love.”

We both laughed. He ran his hands across my breasts and up to my face.

“So, the love part,” I said.

“Yeah. That happened, didn’t it?”

“Yes, it did. You’re not the only one who said it.”

“I realize that. So what are we going to do about it?”

“Pretend it was a fluke during the heat of the moment?”

He thought about that, making a circle around my navel. “Nope, still love you.” He kissed the spot right where my heart beat.

I thought about it, running my hands over his short hair. It prickled against my palm. “Yeah, still love you.”

He looked up with the biggest smile on his face. He rolled over until he was on top of me again and rested his chin on my stomach. “When I used to say I loved my mom, she’d always tell me she loved me more than the stars. I love you more than the stars, Taylor Caldwell.”

I didn’t have a good enough response to that, so I just kept tracing hearts across his back.

He kissed my stomach. “Guess that means I’m moving out.”

“Guess so,” I said, shrugging.

“I’m going now.” He didn’t make a move. I ran my fingers over his head, enjoying the feel of him. “I swear, I’m going to get up and pack my stuff.”

“Okay.”

“You’re supposed to wail and clutch at me and beg me not to go.”

“I don’t beg.”

“I could make you,” he said moving his hand lower.

“No,” I said, grabbing his wrist. My poor, destroyed body couldn’t take it again.

“So here I go.” He moved just a little, and I grabbed him. “That’s what I thought.”

“You said you wouldn’t leave me.” If I’d been terrified of him leaving me before, I was even more terrified now.

“Aw, Missy, I wouldn’t leave you right now. I’m gonna be stuck to you. Just like this.”

“It’s going to be hard for me to go to class.”

“Just throw a towel over me, no one will notice.” I rubbed my thumb over his bottom lip, and he flicked his tongue out and licked it.

It was official. I was in love with Hunter Zaccadelli.

“I love you. Even when you’re an ass.”

“I love you, even when you’re kicking me in the balls.”

“How romantic,” I said, rolling my eyes.

“Hey, I could sing to you. All you have to do is ask.”

“Honey Come Home,” I said.

He started the song, singing it a capella. He slowed it down and kissed me during the pauses. He finished pretending to play chords on my belly. It ticked.

“My personal rock star,” I said.