Page 12 of One-Click Christmas
My thighs shake as he leans in harder, sliding his thick fingers inside of me as he continues to spin circles around my swollen nub.
“I saw your face when I touched that man in the restaurant. You liked watching me be bad, didn’t you?” I whisper the words, but again, I’m not sure who’s saying them.
Hunter grins and thrusts into me deeper. “You wanted me hard and furious, didn’t you?”
“I wanted you obsessed.”
“Oh,” he laughs under his breath as he leans against my ear with heat, “I’m obsessed. I’m so obsessed that I’m going to ruin this tight, little pussy for everyone else, but I’m going to need you to beg for it.”
“What?” I pant, as he thrusts me upward, his fingers hitting spots I didn’t know existed.
“You heard me. Beg for it. Beg me to come.” His tone is rough and ragged.
Snow falls in thick silence, dusting his shoulders, his hair, the curve of his jaw, like nature itself is trying to cool him down and failing miserably. He thrusts into me faster and harder, still scrubbing my clit in circles, his jaw tight, his eyes focused on mine.
“I need your cock. Please.” I don’t even know how that would work, but I need him here and now.
“Give me your come, baby. Right now!”
I’ve never come on command before, nor have I ever been commanded to come, but here I am, thighs shaking, body convulsing as I moan into his mouth and soak his hand.
“Good fucking girl. Let it all go.” His mouth hangs open slightly and his eyes hood as he watches my orgasm, studying me carefully as I scream out into the night.
It’s too loud. I know it’s too loud the second the sounds slide from my lips, but it’s confirmed when I hear the soft calls of a woman hollering into the alley back.
“Hello?”I know that voice. I’ve heard it a thousand times before, though right now I’m too rattled with the heat of the moment to identify it. That and my tit is still exposed, and Hunter Black still has me pinned against the wall, one hand on my upper thigh, the other still pressing fingers securely inside of me.
I glance toward him, fear settling in the pit of my stomach. “Did you hear that or am I going crazy?”
“If you are, then we’re both insane. I heard it too. Sounded like the bookstore lady.”
My chest tightens. “The bookstore lady?”
He kisses the top of my head gently and pulls my dress back into place as I stand like a snow-covered troll in the alleyway, a shadowed figure quickly approaching.
“Lana!” Marley gasps. Her eyes dart back and forth between me, Hunter, and then finally land on the brick wall behind the both of us. “I, ugh, I thought someone was in trouble. Umm… sorry.”
“No trouble here. Just a couple of grownups making out in the alley. Totally normal Saturday night fun.” I laugh, trying to make light of the situation but she doesn’t laugh back.
Good Lord, this is a small town.
“So sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt. I just—”
“No. I mean, I could’ve been in trouble. That’s a rational realization. That’s why I love Rugged Mountain so much. Everyone looks out for everyone.”
Marley blinks. “Right. Totally. I just… yeah. I’ll let you two…” She gestures vaguely at the brick wall, then spins on her heel, shuffling away quickly.
I’m not sure I’ve ever been more embarrassed in my life.
Hunter’s hand is still on my thigh, my dress is barely staying up, but all I can feel is my heart trying to punch its way out of my chest.
“I should go,” I say, not looking at him. “I have to open the bookstore in the morning, and I… I need to not be standing in an alley with my nipple out.”
He chuckles, low and warm, brushing snow from my shoulder before leaning in to kiss the corner of my mouth. It’s a gentle contrast to the man that just wrecked me against a brick wall a few minutes ago, and I’m not sure where to file it. “I guess that’s fair. I’ll walk you back to your car.”
I nod gratefully. Not for the walk, but for the space. For the fact that he doesn’t push. Grateful for the silence between us, and for the snow that keeps falling like it’s trying to cover up the mess I’ve become. I mean, who the hell am I? What do I think I’m doing? I just let a man finger me in an alleyway. I just letHunter Blackfinger me in the alley.
I’ve lost it! Completely and utterly lost it!
