Page 35 of Regret

Chapter 12

June 30, 2009

“Hunter…baby? You need to wake up.”

That voice. It was the soft, sweet voice he wanted to hear every morning for the rest of his life.

“Come on, baby, wake up.”

He leisurely stretched out before rolling on his side, reaching for her waist. Wrapping his arm around her, he let out a moan of appreciation as he placed his hand on her firm, round ass. “Hey, blue eyes.”

She chuckled. “Hunter, come on. I have to go.”

“No.” He pulled her closer, nestling his nose into her hair. God, he loved that smell. Lilies—she always smelled like lilies and early spring mornings. “I don’t want you to go.”

She turned to face him and wrapped a leg around his waist. They were all tangled up in his old, faded out red cotton sheets. One day, he would have enough money to make sure he made love to her every night between satin sheets on a king-size bed, not a single bed in a tiny-ass apartment downtown.

Softly, she traced a fingertip all around his face—his nose, his cheeks, his lips, then gently pushed her thumb into his mouth. That earned another moan from the back of his throat.

He tightened his hold around her waist, pressing her harder against him, letting her feel what a simple touch from her did to him. It made him feel like he would take on an entire army, fight and slaughter every demon in hell if it meant being with her, having her in every way possible.

“Oh, Mr. Keaton. Already?” She smiled, tracing her finger gently along his bottom lip.

“It’s all your fault, Blue. You corrupted me, turned me in to an insatiable man.” He leaned forward, gently gliding his lips against hers while pushing her down onto the bed and positioning himself on top of her. No matter how much he kissed her, it felt like his craving for her just grew stronger, like he would never have enough. With every touch of her mouth against his he found himself wanting more, needing everything this woman had to give. If anyone asked him if he had ever fucked on cocaine, he would say yes.Shewas his cocaine.

Subtly she moved her hips beneath him, and he moaned when he got the slightest feel of her heat, of the need that pooled between her legs.

“You know, Blue, you nearly kill me every time,” he whispered against her ear, remaining still on top of her, letting her hips do all the work.

“What do you mean?” She weaved her fingers through his hair, her body pushing him to the brink of insanity.

If someone would have told him two months ago that he would be this pussy whipped over a girl, he would have laughed first and then punched that person in the damn face. Hunter Keaton did not fall in love. Hunter Keaton did not under any circumstances commit, and he sure as shit did not dream about white picket fences and family pets.

That was until he met her.

He moved his hand down the side of her face. “When I saw you walking into Billy’s Bar that night, I knew I had finally seen what perfection looked like.”

She snickered. “That is probably the worst line I have ever heard, Mr. Keaton.”

“I’m serious. I couldn’t take my eyes off you for a second. It was torture to keep myself from wanting you.” He moved, pushing forward just a little, and watched as she threw her head back, a soft moan rolling over her lips.

“Why did you want to keep yourself from wanting me?” she whispered, her voice low, quivering as she kept on moving, the need between them growing stronger.

He gave her another inch of him, biting back his own moan as the pleasure slowly started to move up his spine. “Because I knew I would never be able to have you.”

“What are you talking about?” She could hardly speak through labored breaths as he kept on moving slowly, filling her little by little, never taking his eyes off her beautiful face. He loved watching her as she went closer and closer to the edge, going to a place that only he had ever taken her to.

“You were just too damn beautiful. You still are.”

Gently he wiped a strand of hair from her face and cupped her cheek. “Every time I’m with you like this, it feels unreal. Like, I can’t even fathom the idea that you want and need me like this. But by God, I never want to wake up and realize that you and me—this—was just a dream. It’ll kill me, Blue.”

She smiled while biting her lower lip, and he felt her clenching around him, almost letting him lose control. “You’re not dreaming. You do have me, in this way—in every way possible you have me. You will never have to wake up to a life where I don’t love you, Hunter.”

God. Hearing her say that did strange, warm, wonderful things to his insides. She was the girl he never knew he always wanted. For the first time in his life he knew what it felt like to dream about a future, to have hope.

Hunter grew up without all the privileges his friends had. It was just him and his mother. He never met his father, but from what his mother had told him, he was glad he never had.

It was a constant struggle for survival. He had worked from the day he turned eight, mowing lawns, taking out trash, painting fences, doing every odd job a little boy could do just so he could help his mother keep the fort. So it was safe to say that there was no place for hope in his life. From an early age, he had learned the hard lesson that the only way to avoid disappointment was to never allow yourself to hope for anything more than you already had.

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