Page 3 of Heart of Stone
A sliver of a smile crept up on his face. “Then allow me to fill that vacancy.” He sat back on his knees. His hands slid up along the inside of my thighs. He pressed his fingers against the folds of my pussy and spread me wide open. He leaned his face forward. I curled my fingers into his hair and pulled in a long, shuddering breath as his tongue flicked against my clit. His thumb took over as his tongue moved down and plunged inside of me.
I arched my back and pushed myself harder against his mouth. With strong, callused fingers, he grabbed my legs and dragged my ass closer to the edge of the bed. He dropped my knees over his shoulders and pressed his face against me. His mouth devoured me as his thumb massaged my throbbing clit with just enough pressure to coax me close to the edge of an orgasm.
“Hunter,” my voice floated through the dark room, “God yes, don’t stop. I’m almost there.” I squeezed my thighs around his face as his tongue stroked every deep, intimate part of me. “Yes!” I cried out as my body split apart into a million pieces. His mouth continued with a stream of soft kisses until my breathing slowed.
I stretched back with a luxurious sigh and gazed up at him as he pushed to his feet. He reached to the back of his neck and yanked off his shirt. A finely chiseled sculpture of muscle, ink and the thin scars of his brutal childhood, therewas nothing more beautiful than Hunter Stone without a shirt.
I propped up on my elbows. “Do you want me to return the favor?” My words sounded long and lazy as if I was still drunk with it all.
“Nope. As much as I love that mouth of yours, Street, the only place I want to be right now is between your thighs with my cock buried deep inside that hot pussy I just had the good fortune to taste.” He grinned as he licked his lips. “Can still taste you. I might not wash my face for awhile.”
“You’re such a pig.” I grabbed a pillow and threw it at him. He deflected it easily with his rock hard forearm.
“Yes, I am and you love me for it.” He’d said the words with a laugh, but they pierced my chest like an arrow. A cold, lonely feeling swept over me. Love. How the hell could he tease me about loving him when he knew I was completely crazy about him? It was all so damn lopsided. Hunter hadn’t noticed my change in mood, and I decided to mask it with a fake smile.
I sat up and kissed his hard stomach as I unbuttoned his fly. His massive erection was straining to be free of his jeans. I slid my hands along his waistband. As I pushed his pants down, something soft and silky, and very not Hunter-like, rubbed my palm. I stopped. As I reached for the pink silk in his pocket, he tried to grab the panties first. But my small hand reached under his. I plucked the pink fabric and yanked the underwear free. Someone, the owner, I assumed, had scribbled her phone number on the crotch with a black marker. I scooted back on the bed and dangled the panties from my finger.
I swallowed hard and stared at the underwear.
“Street, those— those belong to some girl.”
“Well, that’s fucking good to know. At least now I know they don’t belong to you.”
I flung them across the room. “I guess she didn’t have a cocktail napkin handy so she just yanked off her panties to make sure you had her number.” I kept a cool exterior, but inside, my heart was splitting. I knew he was sleeping around with a lot of girls, but, for sanity’s sake, I always just pushed it out of my head. Otherwise, it was too much to bear. But the panties felt like a slap back into reality.
I scooted toward the end of the bed and reached for my own panties and t-shirt.
“Street, c’mon, you know this kind of shit is going on. Why are you getting so bent out of shape about it?”
Tears threatened but I blinked hard to keep them back. I pulled on my t-shirt.
“You know you’re my ‘go to’ girl. You’re the one I always want.”
“In between other fucks, you mean?” I sucked in a wobbly breath and reminded myself again not to cry. “Hunter Stone’s ‘go to’ girl. What a grand fucking title I’ve earned myself.” I stood up.
He reached for me but I stepped out of his reach. It took all of my courage to look up at his face. His face was always my breaking point. I could never say no to his face, but tonight, I had to place my own heart ahead of that damn face.
I shook my head. There was a flicker of hurt in his expression. Or at least that was what my aching, tender chest wanted to believe. “I can’t do this anymore, Hunter.Sometimes I wonder if I’ve inherited my mom’s lunacy. Why the hell would I put myself through all this?”
“Street— Amy— you know how I am?”
One sob escaped, but I tamped the others down. “No, see you don’t get to use the fact that you’re an asshole as an excuse for shoving girls’ panties in your pocket. You have fun with panty girl and every other girl you want, but I can’t do this anymore. I need something to fill that vacancy, just like you said. And it’s not just your mouth or your hand or that big fucking cock of yours. I need you. All of you. And if you can’t give me that then I need to move on.” I grabbed my coat and slipped past him. He didn’t stop me, and I knew he wouldn’t.
I ran outside. Slade was just walking up to the house.
“Street, where are you heading?”
“The asylum, where I belong,” I muttered and marched past him. I sensed that he was still watching me for a few seconds. Then I heard his front door open and shut.
I reached my house and peeked in through the window. Mom was still busy taping shut the cupboards.
I turned around and headed down the street toward the marina. The first raindrops fell before I reached the corner. Lightning broke through the black sky and more rain followed. I picked up my pace. Tears rolled down my face as I ran for the dock. My dad’s boat, theRanger, had few comforts and the engine hadn’t worked in years, but the small pilot house was a place to hide away from all the madness that filled my life.
TWO
HUNTER
The bowls were all in the sink. I grabbed the cellophane bag from the cereal box and poured the remaining milk directly into it. I squeezed the empty milk carton in my hand, and it collapsed, causing a small eruption of the last drops of milk. I threw the squished container on the table and sat down.
