Page 128 of Protected by the Biker (Grim Reaper MC)
“What did you do?” I couldn’t control the shriek in my voice. How could he be so calm? Why wasn’t he telling me? I knew for sure now that Tony was dead.
Hunter took his time drinking his glass of water. When he was done, he placed the glass down on the counter and turned his eyes to me again.
“Calm down, Kylie,” he said in a gruff adult voice, like he was trying to handle a naughty child.
I walked up to him, my chest heaving with every harsh breath I took in.
“You killed him, didn’t you? You killed Tony!” I shrieked, forgetting that Carter was asleep in the room next door. Hunter’s eyes widened with surprise and then he turned his face away from me lazily.
“Would that be so bad? After what he’s done to you?” he asked and crossed his arms over his chest. I couldn’t deal with how calm he was behaving. When he left the apartment earlier, he was raging mad and now he was the picture of peace and harmony.
I chewed on my bottom lip, my nostrils flaring with panic.
“I don’t want him dead, Hunter…I don’t want anyone dead. That is not how I deal with situations,” I snapped at him and he gazed at me lazily again.
“Can I just say that your method of dealing with situations hasn’t really worked, and it will never work with a man like him,” Hunter said and I recognized a hint of anger in his voice. He was right. Nothing I’d tried till date had worked with that monster, but killing him wasn’t the answer either.
“I’m sorry!” I cried and lifted my hands to my face as the tears started rolling down my cheeks. “I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression, Hunter. I was angry and afraid but I didn’t want you to kill him. Whatever Tony is, he is also Carter’s father,” I sobbed and Hunter stepped towards me.
“And he will never come near Carter or you again,” I heard him say and then I felt his hands on mine, gently prying them away from my face.
“I don’t want to see you crying ever again, Kylie. I hate it. It makes me mad,” he said and I tried to blink the tears away from my eyes. When I looked at him, I could see that he was telling the truth. He looked sad, not angry…and I took in a deep breath. I didn’t want him to be upset because I was crying.
“Is he dead?” I asked him and Hunter stared back at me blankly.
“No,” he said and I let out a raspy breath of relief.
“But he will be if he ever tries anything with you again,” he was quick to add and I lunged at him. I had thrown my arms around his neck and he was kissing me again. It was a deep slow kiss and I was glad that I was in his arms.
“Kylie…” he said my name in a hoarse whisper and pulled himself from me. “I think I love you. I don’t know what that means because I’ve never felt it before, but I think I fucking love you,” he said and I wanted to burst out laughing. I had never imagined those words to ever come out of Hunter’s mouth. I couldn’t believe that he was actually saying it.
He had seen the amusement in my eyes and for a moment, he looked like he was hurt.
“I’m in love with you too, Hunter…and so is Carter,” I said and I kissed him again. This time too, the kiss was less hungry but more affectionate. I couldn’t remember the last time someone had kissed me like this, like they meant it, like they wanted more than just my body. He had no idea what he was capable of making me feel.
“Is Carter asleep?” he asked hoarsely when we parted after several minutes. I could feel my lips throbbing from the force of our kiss. They felt plump and swollen when I ran my tongue over them.
“Yes, I think so,” I replied and Hunter stepped away from me.
“Okay, I’m going to go check on him, you stay here,” he said and I smiled. I watched him walk into his bedroom and I couldn’t stop my heart from racing in my chest. Carter had never had a father, and now he was going to have a man in his life who checked on him when he was asleep. The first time when I met Hunter, I could never have imagined that he would become the man I relied on and trusted. The man Carter could rely upon and trust. But then again, my first impression of Hunter had been completely wrong to begin with. He was so much more than a sizzling hot mass of muscle. He was the man I was going to fall in love with.
***
When Hunter came back into the living room a few minutes later, I had already stripped off my clothes. He locked the bedroom door behind him, for Carter’s sake, and then just stood in the hallway for a few moments, staring at me. Like he couldn’t believe that he would see me naked again.
My clothes, including my undergarments lay in a pile on the floor beside me and I stood facing him, with my breasts thrust out for him to look at. I wanted him to look at me. I wanted him to claim me. Hunter’s cool blue eyes studied my body, roaming over my erect pink nipples, the flatness of my belly, my slender thighs…till his gaze landed on the spot between my legs.
Even though there was a distance of a few feet between us, I could see the erection in Hunter’s pants. It made me feel powerful to know that my body had this effect on him. He took in a deep breath, like he was satisfied, and then stepped towards me.
“I want you to touch yourself, Kylie,” he said hoarsely, and I gulped. I had never touched myself in front of someone before and I wasn’t sure what he wanted me to do exactly. I could feel my cheeks flushing because of my inexperience.
I watched as he reached for his crotch. He unbuckled his belt, then pulled down the zip of his jeans and drew his cock out of his boxers. I gasped lightly when I saw it again. I hadn’t forgotten how big he was or what his cock was capable of doing to me, but every time I saw it, I felt a thrill run up and down my spine.
“Touch yourself,” I heard him say, a little more authoritatively now.
With my fingers trembling, I reached for the spot between my legs at the same time that he reached for his cock. He was fully clothed and I was fully naked but it didn’t matter. I wasn’t ashamed of him seeing me like this, at my most vulnerable.
My fingers grazed the glistening folds of my core and I felt a shock run through my body. Hunter’s blue eyes glowed as he started stroking his erect cock. His jaws were clenched and his gaze was focused on the spot where I was touching myself.
“Put a finger in. Show me how wet you are,” he said in a growl and I did as I was told. I dipped my forefinger into my pussy, gasping at the sensation and my finger slid right in. I was wet, I was dripping wet and when I extracted my finger and held it up, I knew he could see that it was covered in a sticky film of my juices.
“Good girl. Touch yourself again, rub your clit,” he commanded and took a few more steps towards me. I could feel my body shuddering the closer he got. Hunter’s hand was working on his cock, stroking the length up and down and I could see it pulsating now. The tip of his cock was engorged, an angry pink, and he was going faster and faster on it with his hand.
I reached for my pussy again, this time pressing my fingers flat together and rubbing my folds. My thumb started rubbing my throbbing clit and I could feel my body untangling. I had no idea that touching myself while being watched by someone could be this sexy.
I could see the effect I was having on him. Hunter’s jaw had begun to slack, a diffused look had entered his eyes. The speed with which he was stroking himself had become quicker. We were both hurtling towards the edge and I knew I was going to make myself come. My fingers on my pussy were getting rougher, my thumb was stuck to my clit, rubbing it in quick circular motions and low guttural moans were escaping my lips.
We were standing facing each other, Hunter was peering into my eyes and I was trying to hold his gaze…and not lose control.
“Don’t you fucking come till I tell you to!” he growled, almost angrily and I bit down on my tongue to stop myself from orgasming. But it was so hard not to, I wanted to come while he watched me like this. I cried out and tried to muffle it, but my hands kept working on my pussy. I could see Hunter trying to control himself as well. He was dangling from the edge too.
Then he charged at me, I squealed when he
lifted me up in his arms and threw me over his shoulder like I had no weight on me at all. My pussy was throbbing, screaming out to me because of the orgasm that was bursting at the seams.
Hunter plonked me down on his couch and then followed me down on it.
“Your mouth on my cock, now,” he commanded and I moved to get in position. Before I could even reach for his cock, he grabbed me by my waist and lifted me up again so that he could position himself underneath me. With one swift motion, he had turned me and I stumbled but he held on to me.
Now I was on my hands and knees, on Hunter! My ass was facing him while my mouth was inches away from his erect cock.
“I want to eat your pussy,” he mumbled under his breath and before I could even reply to him, I felt his lips on my folds. My body reacted like it had been jolted, when his tongue lapped against my pussy. It felt like I was floating. His tongue sinking into my hot juicy core and I stretched myself, reaching for his cock.
I grabbed it with both my hands, my lips hovering over the tip and then I opened my mouth wide.
I heard Hunter grunt when I lowered myself down on him, stretching my mouth so I could accommodate the full width and length of his cock. He was gripping my ass tightly, pulling it gently apart so that his tongue could reach my pussy. The sensation was overwhelming. I couldn’t control the waves of desire crashing over me. His cock in my mouth and my pussy in his.
Hunter was lapping up my juices, his tongue wreaking havoc inside my pussy. I could feel him thrusting into me, in quick bursts, stroking my folds and licking my wetness so that I had no control over myself any longer. His voice was muffled as he brought me to the edge of my orgasm. His groans were loud and I kept bobbing my head up and down his cock. The knots in my belly were untangling, I was going to come apart any moment now.
