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Authors: Heather Leigh
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stroked my clit.
“And don’t you ever take that E shit again, do you hear me?” Hunter nipped my neck, bringing me out of my trance. Just as I was about to climax, he withdrew his fingers. My eyes popped open and my head hinged forward.
“What the hell, Hunter?” I literally tried to hump his hand.
“Do you hear me?” His eyebrows shot up as he pinned me with his stare.
“Yes.”
“Good.” He reached behind his back and released my crossed ankles, causing me to immediately drop my feet to the ground. “Now, I’m taking you home. Get your shit and let’s go.” He walked out of the locker room and waited outside.
“Jesus, you could have at least let me cum first!” I grumbled as I grabbed the fabric at my frustrated crotch and snapped it back into place. Fucking men, always trying to make a point.
HUNTER
As I drove us home, we were completely silent. I had a million fucking things going through my head. I knew Nicole and Jeremy had a past, but I didn’t realize it was that fucking extensive. I pulled up to his house. It felt so fucking wrong to be dropping her off at his house and his fucking bike was in the driveway, just fucking great.
“You’ve been looking for a place?” I glanced over at her as I put the truck in park.
“Yeah, I have been. I almost have enough saved to get my own place.”
“Look, if you need some money…” Her small hand went up to stop me before I could proceed.
Nicole
“Hunter, I appreciate your help. But this is something I have to do myself. I’ve busted my ass with the dance studio and at the club so that I can get what I want. I’m almost there. Please don’t take away my pride and offer me money.” He simply nodded.
“Goodnight.” He leaned over the center console and gently kissed me.
“Night.” I smiled up at him. He stayed in the driveway until I made it in safely.
I walked into the kitchen, making sure I locked that stupid fucking door. I grabbed a glass of water, noting Jeremy’s cut sitting on the kitchen table. He never left it there. Odd. I shook my head, and grabbed it. Folding it in half, then in quarters. My fingers skimmed over the bullet hole, thanks to me. Also, the hole sat right above his stained patch, also, thanks to me.
Releasing a long breath, I took the vest downstairs to the laundry room and spot treated his patch. A couple rinses and ten minutes or so later, it was good as new. Satisfied with my good work, I placed the folded cut on the kitchen table. I loaded the dishwasher, wiped the counter down and headed up for bed. As I tiptoed my way up the staircase I heard moans. Christ.
“No, he didn’t!” I thought to myself. In all the time I’ve lived with Jeremy, he’s never brought a girl home. And it better not be that bitch from the club. As soon as I reached the top of the stairs, his bedroom door opened. I froze in place. Jeremy exited the room with only a towel hanging dangerously low on his waist. In the dim lighting of the hallway I could see he had a tattoo right below his bellybutton, and his sweet v-cuts leading down to his…oh my.
Jeremy’s head shot over to me as soon as he heard the floorboard creak under my bare feet. Our eyes met.
“Hey.” He nodded in my direction.
“Hey.” I started to make my way down the hallway.
“You all right?” His hand rested on the knot on his towel. My eyes fought to stay focused on his face.
“Just dandy.” I gave him my smartass comment, as I walked past him. He quickly grabbed the crook of my elbow, turning me towards him.
“Nic,” he whispered.
“Jeremy, don’t forget to grab more condoms!” I heard her voice, and Jeremy winced. I grabbed Jeremy’s hand by his pointer finger, and pulled him off and away from me. He leaned his head back to the ceiling and took a deep breath. My guess is he didn’t want me to find out he had someone here.
“Yeah, don’t forget them,” I snubbed at him as I walked to my bedroom.
“What the fuck?” I heard him
“And don’t you ever take that E shit again, do you hear me?” Hunter nipped my neck, bringing me out of my trance. Just as I was about to climax, he withdrew his fingers. My eyes popped open and my head hinged forward.
“What the hell, Hunter?” I literally tried to hump his hand.
“Do you hear me?” His eyebrows shot up as he pinned me with his stare.
“Yes.”
“Good.” He reached behind his back and released my crossed ankles, causing me to immediately drop my feet to the ground. “Now, I’m taking you home. Get your shit and let’s go.” He walked out of the locker room and waited outside.
“Jesus, you could have at least let me cum first!” I grumbled as I grabbed the fabric at my frustrated crotch and snapped it back into place. Fucking men, always trying to make a point.
HUNTER
As I drove us home, we were completely silent. I had a million fucking things going through my head. I knew Nicole and Jeremy had a past, but I didn’t realize it was that fucking extensive. I pulled up to his house. It felt so fucking wrong to be dropping her off at his house and his fucking bike was in the driveway, just fucking great.
“You’ve been looking for a place?” I glanced over at her as I put the truck in park.
“Yeah, I have been. I almost have enough saved to get my own place.”
“Look, if you need some money…” Her small hand went up to stop me before I could proceed.
Nicole
“Hunter, I appreciate your help. But this is something I have to do myself. I’ve busted my ass with the dance studio and at the club so that I can get what I want. I’m almost there. Please don’t take away my pride and offer me money.” He simply nodded.
“Goodnight.” He leaned over the center console and gently kissed me.
“Night.” I smiled up at him. He stayed in the driveway until I made it in safely.
I walked into the kitchen, making sure I locked that stupid fucking door. I grabbed a glass of water, noting Jeremy’s cut sitting on the kitchen table. He never left it there. Odd. I shook my head, and grabbed it. Folding it in half, then in quarters. My fingers skimmed over the bullet hole, thanks to me. Also, the hole sat right above his stained patch, also, thanks to me.
Releasing a long breath, I took the vest downstairs to the laundry room and spot treated his patch. A couple rinses and ten minutes or so later, it was good as new. Satisfied with my good work, I placed the folded cut on the kitchen table. I loaded the dishwasher, wiped the counter down and headed up for bed. As I tiptoed my way up the staircase I heard moans. Christ.
“No, he didn’t!” I thought to myself. In all the time I’ve lived with Jeremy, he’s never brought a girl home. And it better not be that bitch from the club. As soon as I reached the top of the stairs, his bedroom door opened. I froze in place. Jeremy exited the room with only a towel hanging dangerously low on his waist. In the dim lighting of the hallway I could see he had a tattoo right below his bellybutton, and his sweet v-cuts leading down to his…oh my.
Jeremy’s head shot over to me as soon as he heard the floorboard creak under my bare feet. Our eyes met.
“Hey.” He nodded in my direction.
“Hey.” I started to make my way down the hallway.
“You all right?” His hand rested on the knot on his towel. My eyes fought to stay focused on his face.
“Just dandy.” I gave him my smartass comment, as I walked past him. He quickly grabbed the crook of my elbow, turning me towards him.
“Nic,” he whispered.
“Jeremy, don’t forget to grab more condoms!” I heard her voice, and Jeremy winced. I grabbed Jeremy’s hand by his pointer finger, and pulled him off and away from me. He leaned his head back to the ceiling and took a deep breath. My guess is he didn’t want me to find out he had someone here.
“Yeah, don’t forget them,” I snubbed at him as I walked to my bedroom.
“What the fuck?” I heard him
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