Hunter held her hair back as she vomited into the toilet. If she didn’t feel so horrific, she would be embarrassed. Champagne, juice and chocolate was the absolute worst combination to overindulge in.
She spat the awful taste from her mouth and accepted the cool washcloth from Hunter, wiping her mouth with it and holding it to her flushed cheeks.
“Can you take me home now?” she asked, not brave enough to look at him.
“Are you going to be sick again?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” she replied grumpily.
“Well you’re not going anywhere near my Shelby unless you’re sure. Vomit is the absolute worst thing to clean up in a car.”
She leaned back against the wall and closed her eyes. Hunter slid down the wall next to her and handed her a glass of water. She sipped cautiously, not sure if her poor, nauseated stomach could take it.
“I’m sorry,” she mumbled.
He must be so embarrassed by her. She had made a fool of herself in front of his family. No wonder Nick didn’t want to marry her.
“It’s okay,” he said with a chuckle, “you were quite entertaining. I only wish I’d been in the room to hear what you and the bridesmaids were talking about. Whatever it was must have been juicy.”
“Two and Three wanted to know how big your dick is,” she said, past embarrassment now.
“Two and Three?”
“God, I can never remember their names. The two bridesmaids.”
“Ah,” he nodded understandingly. “But surely that can’t have been what pissed Ainsley off.”
She snorted. “Nope,” she said, “I asked if her and Nick had slept together yet. They haven’t, by the way, so I asked her if she’d seen his cock and I may have intimated that he wasn’t attracted to her.”
“Fuck, Bailey,” he said, but she could tell he was smiling. “Did you tell her about last night?”
She shook her head and then moaned from the pain. “No,” she said.
“Why not?” he asked. “It would break them up in a hurry.”
“If we’re going to be together I want it to be because he chose me, not because all his other options were taken away.”
He was quiet beside her and not the companionable quiet that they had shared in the past.
“Let’s go,” Hunter said abruptly, getting to his feet and holding out his hand.
She took it and let him pull her to her feet. Her head spun and her stomach flipped, but she didn’t feel like throwing up. She shuffled out of the powder room behind him, dreading facing the rest of the family. Luckily it was only his mother waiting for them.
“I’ll take her home now,” Hunter said, his voice devoid of warmth.
“Is she okay?” Maree asked softly and Bailey coloured with embarrassment.
“She’ll be fine,” Hunter said with a long-suffering sigh. “She just needs a long nap and lots of fluids.”
Bailey kept her head down and let Hunter guide her out of the house and into his car. She settled into the leather seat, fastened her seatbelt and rested her head against the headrest, closing her eyes. Hunter didn’t say anything as he slipped into the driver’s seat and started the car. What a mess.
They drove back to the hotel in silence and he parked in the cool underground garage. She unhooked her seatbelt and got out of the car slowly.
“I’ll just go back to my room,” she said as they headed for the elevators.
“No,” Hunter said, “I already checked you out.”
“Are you sure?” she asked. “I don’t want to be a burden.”
They stepped inside the elevator and Hunter pulled her to him, wrapping his strong arms around her.
“God, Bailey, you’re not a burden. Nick hurt you, you got drunk and said some shit. Big deal. They’ll all get over it and if they don’t, fuck ’em.”
Bailey couldn’t help drawing comparisons between Hunter and Nick. Nick would’ve been absolutely furious with her after her behaviour today. In fact, he probably was. But Hunter just took it in his stride. He may have been pissed at her earlier, but he was still prepared to look after her and make sure she was okay. Why was he pissed at her earlier?
“Why did you get cranky before?” she asked. “Did I say something?”
He exhaled harshly and squeezed her tighter. “I just…God…I don’t understand why you are determined to be with Nick. He’s an asshole and he’s treating you like garbage. You should just come clean to Ainsley and let the chips fall where they may.”
He tipped her face up to his, his finger under her chin, and looked down into her eyes. His green gaze seemed to see right through her.
“Who says I still want him?” she asked softly and his eyes heated.
He dropped his head so that their foreheads touched and their noses rubbed. “Bailey,” he whispered before taking a deep breath, “don’t say that if you don’t mean it.”
She lifted a hand and cupped his jaw feeling the tickling bristles of his beard on her palm. Here was a man that would treasure her, would do anything for her. He wouldn’t marry someone else and expect her to be his mistress on the side. He wouldn’t ask her to be a bridesmaid in his wedding to someone else. Hunter was strong and sexy and her body craved him. Her head urged her to take the plunge, to walk away from Nick once and for all and to take a chance on Hunter. It was only her heart that had reservations.
The elevator came to a stop and the doors slid open with a ding. Hunter pulled away from her regretfully and threaded his fingers through hers. They walked towards the penthouse suite slowly as Bailey made her decision.
“I want you Hunter,” she whispered as he unlocked the door. “Take me to bed.”
Hunter dragged Bailey through the penthouse door pressed her up against the wall, leaning his body along hers, caging her in, dipping his head close to her ear.
“I’m warning you, Blue,” he whispered huskily in her ear. “Don’t say things like that if you don’t mean it.”
Her eyes were open and clear, their chocolate brown depths dark with desire. Her lips were parted slightly and glistened where she’d run her tongue along them. The pale skin of her cheeks was rosy and the pulse at the base of her neck fluttered rapidly.
She licked her lips again, her pink tongue darting out to slick along the plump, dusky skin and his erection swelled, the blood draining from his brain and making his rational thoughts fade in the presence of full blown lust.
“I mean it,” Bailey replied, her voice breathy.
“I don’t share, Blue,” he said, wanting her to know that if they went to bed now, there was no going back. “If we do this, it’s not casual sex, it’s not a one night stand. If we do this, there is no Nick.”
She stared up at him, her chest rising and falling in pants and she wet her lips again. He followed the path of her tongue with his eyes, wanting to capture it between his lips and suck it into his mouth, but not willing to give in to his desires until he knew that Bailey understood his stance.
“I don’t want Nick,” she said, reaching up and gripping his shirt with her hands, dragging him closer to her. “I want you.”
He crashed his lips down on hers and let the last of his rational thoughts flee. He plundered her mouth, sucking, licking, nipping at her lips and tongue, losing himself in the feel of her. He heard her moan into his mouth and he swallowed the sound, greedy for more.
Bailey found the buttons of his shirt and tore at them, exposing his chest to her small hands. Her nails dug into his flesh, the sharp pain sending ribbons of pleasure through him. His hands groped her ass, moulding the tight denim and flesh into his hands as he lifted her against his body. She opened her thighs and wrapped her legs around his hips as he pressed her into the wall and ground his hardness into her soft core. The contact made them both groan with need.
“Bed,” she whispered.
“Naked,” he replied as he stood up, taking her with him and carrying her towards the bedroom.
Bailey gripped his shoulders and burrowed her head into the crook of his neck. She bit the muscle that joined neck and shoulder and he shivered in pleasure. She laved it with her tongue to soothe it and then sucked on the skin.
She was wrapped around him like a spider monkey, her grip strong as she held onto him. He peeled her off him and tossed her on the king sized bed. She looked up at him with hungry eyes, her rose gold hair fanned out on the white comforter, her eyes dark with passion and her lips swollen from his kisses.
He stripped his shirt off as she watched, followed by his jeans and boxer briefs. Her eyes dropped to his erection as it stood proudly, preening for her. She bit her lip and it jumped in response, her eyes tracking the movement.
“Naked,” he said roughly and her hands went to the zip of her jeans. The button snapped open and he tugged them off, raking his eyes over the long length of her smooth, alabaster legs. The delicate pink lace panties she wore were damp and he slipped his finger under them to feel the evidence of her need.
“Fuck,” he growled. “You’re so wet, Blue.”
She wriggled and removed the loose blouse that she wore, throwing it to the floor. His eyes wandered up from her damp panties, his finger still stroking her wetness, and took in the hollow of her stomach, the rise of her rib cage and the plump pillows of her breasts. They were full and lush, overflowing from the demi-cup bra she wore and her nipples were hard nubs straining against the pink lace.
He slipped his finger inside her as he leant down on the bed and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking the hard nub and lace into his mouth. She arched her back and spread her legs, granting him access to her entire body, not hiding, not holding back.
“God, you feel good Irish,” she moaned as he pumped his fingers into her.
Her hands threaded through his hair and she tugged him close to her chest urging to take more of her into his mouth. He nosed the cup of her bra out of the way and ran his tongue around the now exposed tip. He loved the taste of her skin, the mix of sweet and salty. He rolled the hardened nipple between his lips as his thumb found her clit. She thrust her hips into his hand, seeking the friction she needed and he obliged, pressing down with the heel of his hand.
She gasped and her body went rigid. He nipped the fleshy underside of her breast and felt her core muscles spasm around his fingers. A keening cry tore from her throat as she came, her fingers digging into his scalp. He kept the rhythm of his fingers going, slowing as the pulsing inside her subsided, bringing her back down slowly. He placed, wet, open-mouthed kisses between her breasts and up over her collar bone, finding the soft place of her neck. He inhaled her sweet, floral scent as he suckled the throbbing pulse point and slowly withdrew his fingers. She drew her thighs together, clenching them to savour the tail end of her orgasm and let her hands slowly trail down his neck and across his shoulders.
He lifted his head and whispered harshly into her ear. “Naked.”
Bailey was boneless, her mind mush. She floated on a cushion of pleasure, half delirious and sated. His rough whisper in her ear sparked another round of throbbing between her thighs and she felt a rush of wetness. Helpless to disobey, she unhooked her bra, her numb fingers fumbling with the clasp, as he dragged her thoroughly wet panties off her legs.
Bailey enjoyed sex and she wasn’t a prude. She hadn’t had a lot of sexual partners, not once Nick came into her life, but she’d had enough to know that Hunter had skills. She had often wondered if their first night together had been a fluke. Was it because she had only been with Nick for so long? Was it the thrill of something new and different that had made it seem so good? She could happily say that that wasn’t the case at all.
Hunter dragged his mouth down her neck, between her breasts and across her stomach before coming to rest on the mound between her legs. His beard rasped across her skin adding a whole other dimension. The juxtaposition of his soft mouth and his prickly beard heightened the sensation, causing a flood of wetness at her core.
He nuzzled the bare skin of her sex and she thanked her stars that she had kept up her waxing, despite seeing no bedroom action for six months. She loved the feel of his whiskers on the sensitive, soft skin and adored the fact that he took his time. Nick had gone down on her, and he seemed to enjoy it, but Hunter took it to a whole new level. He seemed to take particular joy in cunnilingus, and she was happy to be the recipient of his expert ministrations.
He rubbed his nose along the crease of her thigh, his beard underscoring the sensual touch. He took a long slow lick of her folds, taking an extra swirl around her clit. Bailey exhaled and let her knees fall open, making room for his wide shoulders between them.
He used his fingers to spread her folds open and traced a figure-eight pattern with his tongue; up around her clit, down the other side to rim her entrance and then back up. It was erotic as fuck and she trembled with need. He nibbled and sucked on her folds, teasing her. She rocked her hips into him, demanding more and he obeyed by rolling her clit between his lips and sucking hard.
Her hips shot off the bed and he took advantage of the change in position by sliding his hands under her arse and holding her up so he could devour her. Her orgasm built quickly, her body tightening in preparation. He flicked his tongue over the swollen bundle of nerves in quick little flutters and her climax rocked through her in great waves of sensation. She cried out, gasping for breath, her heart pounding and her mind blanking.
He didn’t bring her down gently, not this time. He flipped her over and dragged up onto her knees, her chest flat on the mattress. She heard the foil wrapper and waited impatiently while he sheathed himself in latex. Then he was there, behind her, his blunt head nudging her still spasming entrance. One of his big hands gripped her hip, his fingers digging into her flesh, while the other guided the head of his erection into her. He slid in slowly, taking his time and her muscles clenched around him.
“So fucking tight,” he groaned as he seated himself fully inside her.
She tightened her inner muscles and heard him gasp and then he began to move. He pounded into her, his hands tight on her hips and she gripped the sheets, relishing the feel of him.
“Harder,” she breathed, lifting her hips.
He pistoned into her, his breath ragged and she groaned. He was so deep and she was so wet and every glide of his shaft against her inner walls was bliss.
“You feel so fucking good,” he ground out and the roughness of his voice triggered something in her.
She began to clench around him her core tightening as her third orgasm for the night started to build. He reached around with one hand and slid his finger through her soaking wet folds, finding her sensitive nub and caressing it. It was the final stimulant she needed to push her over the edge and she shattered, her cries muffled by the sheets as she buried her face in the mattress. He followed her over the edge, swelling before exploding inside her, throbbing with his release.
They collapsed onto the bed, his chest sliding up along her back so that he could bury his face in her neck. His hot breath on her damp skin sent shivers through her as they lay, spent and unmoving.
All too soon he rolled off her, lying on his back and staring at the ceiling for a minute before getting to his feet to remove the condom and clean up.
She rolled onto her back and watched him walk to the ensuite, enjoying the view of his tight ass. He was bigger than Nick…bigger everywhere…but there was not an ounce of flab on him. Everything about him was finely tuned and hot as fuck.
She stretched languidly. There was nothing quite like being thoroughly sexed up and Hunter knew how to hit all the right spots. He was a generous lover, a skilled lover and one hell of a good lay. But he was more than that too and she knew that she had only just scratched the surface of what life would be like with him.
He walked back out of the ensuite, turning off the lights as he made his way across the room to the bed. He slid in next to her and gathered her close and she went willingly. Her body melted against his and he kissed her long, slow and deep. She sighed and snuggled into him and his arms tightened around her. They fell asleep like that, completely tangled up in one another and Bailey felt her heart crack open.
