Page 12 of Double Obsession

Taking her time, she scrolled downward. At last, those blue eyes stared back at her from the cowboy photo. She held a finger to her lips, kissed it, then placed that finger on Hunter’s mouth.

Her breath hitched. Had she seen correctly? She double-checked. Underneath her message, he had written:Thanks for the love, babe. More cowboy photos coming soon.

She pushed from her seat and spun a few balletic twirls around her kitchen. Stopping under Jesus, she said, “Thank you for making me get rid of the pills. I can dance again.” She leaped and whirled and was breathless by the time she sat down to type.

Dukes and cowboys are my favorites. I made Lizzie a present for her birthday and I made Buddy one because he’s so dang cute.

Hunter would be so excited.

She had one more task, then she’d play video games.

For some reason, it took her three tries to open YourFavoriteCelebrites.com. She searched for Jenna’s name. There was nothing new.

Now for her one true love. She typed his name and held her breath as the wheel of death spun. Those damn government goons were always messing with her internet connection.

At last, the newest gossip popped up. “Supermodel and Social Media Sensation Hunter Stone officially collaborates with FollowMe.” Arkansas grabbed her heart. “FollowMe? No!” Jenna could have stopped it.

“Flumpka.” Although the word came out wrong, the intended one was sinful. She cringed. “Sorry, Jesus.” Then she switched back to Jenna’s feed and typed.You could have saved Hunter. Now the devil will take his soul!!!

She direct messaged Hunter. Please don’t do it. Those FollowMe people are sick perverts!

Now to track down the miserable feline. She should never have taken him to Doctor Vincent. Even though the vet smiled and acted sympathetically, he studied her with suspicious eyes. The next time one of her roommates accidentally got hurt, they’d have to suffer.

Chapter Six

Since they were alone on the trail, Hunter unclasped Lizzie’s leash. She sprinted out in front of his best friend, Clark, then came barreling back. The little herder loved to run circles around them when they hiked.

Normally he could clear his mind outdoors. However, his latest decision weighed heavily on him. Damn Bianca to hell!

Clark had assured him that having a large fan base on FollowMe meant a mansion in Beverly Hills. Hunter was content in his Brooklyn brownstone, although a houseboat might be cool as fuck.

“Some of the guys I follow just get naked. But masturbation is where the cash is.” Clark had rubbed his thumb and forefinger together, feeling the pretend cash.

Hunter reminded him that he liked the ladies.

“Whatever,” Clark said with a scrunched-up nose. Although his buddy occasionally banged a chick if he thought she was fun, he mostly did dudes.

Despite their different preferences, the two had been friends since elementary school. Thirteen years of public school teachers had arranged their seating charts in alphabetical order. That meant Hunter spent more time throwing spit wads at the back of Clark Steven’s head than studying. They’d been locker buddies all throughout high school and moved to New York together. Back home, a guidance had told their algebra teacher, “Stone and Stevens may be goof balls in the classroom, but they’ll mature and make something of themselves.”

Hunter moved a branch from his path and chuckled. There had been a rumor that he and Clark were a couple. He could care less what people thought. He didn’t even care that guys jerked off using his photos. It was actually pretty flattering. Especially since he was drowning in sweet pussy.

However, showing the world his body in underwear, or even the occasional artistic nude to showcase his hard-earned physique, was quite different from flaunting cock or masturbating for cash.

Talk about not being present. Before he knew it, they reached the zenith, and the view was spectacular.

Lizzie stayed a safe distance from the ledge, but Hunter lived for the thrill. His toes hovered a millimeter over the edge. From three thousand feet above the earth, he looked out over the treetops, lifted his arms to the sun, and breathed.

“I knew it would be the perfect spot for photos,” said Clark.

“Yeah,” Hunter said.

Lizzy barked at his back. “I’m fine, girl,” Hunter called to her. “I’m not gonna fall.”

Woof, woof,she scolded.

Clark chuckled and patted her on the head before dropping his gear. He took his camera from its bag and pointed. “The light is perfect right there.”

Clark was a master at lighting, so Hunter posed in the indicated ray. His first photos were loads of fun. He flashed a smile, then some biceps. He even posed with Lizzie.