I’m hungry for him, so wet and so ready to have him take me any way he wants. It’s crazy and wild, but I want this more than anything. I want something wild, and something crazy before it all gets shut away.
He’s my wild and crazy that night. He’s my wicked, naughty, dirty little secret before I shut him and that night away forever.
Guess that didn’t turn out as expected.
But right then, I don’t care a bit about all that. I don’t care about the drama and the scandal and the wild fear of what not being able to stop thinking about Hunter Ryan might mean, because I’m too busy thinking about how he feels.
I’m too busy sinking a second finger into my dripping wet pussy, and gasping as I rub my thumb over my clit.
I want to say it’s wrong, and I want to deny how he makes me feel, but I just can’t. Especially right now, fantasizing about those arms, that chest and that perfect cock of his.
Jesus, who am I? I’m playing with myself and literally dreaming of Hunter’s cock; his perfect, thick, not small cock. I’m picturing it in my hand. I’m playing with my clit as I fantasize about taking it in my mouth. And as I plunge my fingers deep inside, I’m imagining him driving into me. I’m remembering how he felt as he pounded me, as he throbbed inside of me and made me come again and again.
I’m so lost in it all that I don’t even hear the knock on my door until it comes a second time, and then the moment is shattered.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck, I squeeze my eyes shut for a second before I jump out of bed and grab my robe. The knock pounds again on the door, and I have no idea what time it is, but I’m flustered and still out of breath as I near the door. The thought enters my mind that I should probably go wash my hands, but the knocking comes again, kicking the thought from my head.
Just get rid of whoever it is then go to bed. Go to bed and enough of fucking yourself thinking of your damn stepbrother.
I unlatch the door and fling it open with a deep scowl on my face. “Yes, what is—”
Fuck.
It’s Hunter, of course. Hunter grinning at me with that damned knowing, arrogant smirk and those wicked, piercing blue eyes.
“Evening, princess,” he says, winking at me as he leans agent the the doorframe. He’s wearing civilian clothes, the dark jeans and the tight white t-shirt molded perfectly to his frame. His eyes drop to my robe, and I blush as I feel his gaze linger there for a second.
“What do you want, Hunter?”
“Nighttime checks.”
I roll my eyes. “What happened to Ron who was just standing out here?” I glare at him, thinking about what he interrupted just for some of our now patented banter. “Isn’t it your night off?”
He shrugs. “Eh, not anymore.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “Since when?”
“Since now. Oh and I sent Ron home.” He grins at me as she spreads his hands wide. “Honestly, not my decision, but rules are rules, right?”
“Oh right, because you’re always so very concerned with the rules.”
He laughs. “Hey, I just like that it’s my job to know where you are.” He winks, “And what you’re doing.”
I blush before I can stop myself, and he smirks at me. “So, what were you doing?”
“Going to bed, before you banged on my door like a psycho.”
“Oh, going to to bed, huh? That all?”
I roll my eyes and open my mouth to tell him to go away when he suddenly pushes right past me into the room. I whirl, my mouth open.
“Um excuse me? You can’t just fucking barge in here, you know!”
“Sure I can,” he says, turning and winking at me. “Gotta make sure you’re safe.”
“I’m safe, now get out.”
He looks around the lounge area outside my actual bedroom before he turns and heads right for it. “I’ll just check out the bedroom real quick here.”
I suddenly think of my wrinkled sheets and my panties still lying where I discarded them on the floor earlier before I fell into my bed and my fantasies.
Of him.
Of course, it’s just a wrinkled bedspread, and discarded clothes — nothing scandalous like a vibrator or something — but by now I just know that Hunter has a way of sussing out my secrets.
I jump forward, grabbing at his arm. “You’ll do no such thing!”
But he’s already through the doorway, and of course, his eyes immediately drop to the pair of black panties lying incriminatingly on the floor by my four-post bed. He turns and raises an eyebrow at me before I grumble and push past him to kick them under the bed.