Page 51 of Regret

Chapter 15

June 16, 2009

Hunter stared up at the eight-foot wall, wondering how the hell this was going to work. He understood why they needed to sneak around seeing each other, but that didn’t mean he liked it.

Blue’s family would never approve of him. They wanted boys with degrees and big fat bank accounts who wore pink sweaters tied around their shoulders dating her. Not wild, tattooed adrenaline junkies who dropped out of school before graduating and worked as a greased up mechanic. Plus, the huge-ass wall in front of him was proof that her family was definitely trying to keep a lot of damn people out—people like him.

He stepped closer to the wall and softly called, “Yo, blue eyes, you there?”

There was a rustling in the trees behind the wall, and he narrowed his eyes. “Blue, is that you?”

And from out of nowhere it seemed like the woman just dropped from the sky. Hunter grunted and stammered as her tiny little body fell right against his, and he just managed to catch her.

Her laughs filled his ears, but Hunter almost freaked out.

“What the fuck, Blue? You could have hurt yourself!”

She laughed some more. “Oh, relax, would you? I’m fine.” A soft hand cupped his cheek and she stared up at him with glowing eyes filled with mischief. “Besides, I knew you’d catch me.”

“Blue, you could have—”

Warm lips found his, cutting him off mid-sentence. Within three seconds she managed to kiss away all the worry and annoyance he felt over the fact that she could have seriously hurt herself by just dropping from a high as fuck wall. Now the only thoughts that ran through his mind were getting her naked and burying himself inside her as soon as possible, as much as possible, for as long as possible. God, this woman had him wound up so tight he didn’t even know if it was possible for him to be able to breathe without her.

All too soon, she pulled away, and he watched as she licked her lips like she wanted to savor his taste. “You worry too much, lover.”

“I will always worry about you.”

“Then you’ll grow old before your time.” She snickered and winked at him.

While he gently put her on her feet, she cringed, reaching down, and Hunter noticed the fresh cut that spread along her inner thigh.

“What the hell happened?” He crouched and placed his hand a few inches away from the cut.

“It’s nothing. I cut myself against one of the branches. No big deal.”

“Jesus, Blue.”

“Hunter, it’s not that bad.”

He got up and looked down at her. “We need to get that wound cleaned.”

“It’s really not that bad. Stop fussing.”

Stop fussing? How the hell did she expect him tostop fussingover her? Good God, that statement didn’t even make sense to him. He would never stop fussing over her—ever.

Hunter gave a step closer, pushing their bodies together while he looked down at her. “You are mine to fuss over now and for the rest of our damn lives. So I suggest you get used to me fussing over you.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and stared up at him with eyes that were practically begging him to take her against the damn wall. “And I look forward to all the fussing.”

He groaned and pushed his cock harder against her, the need to feel her burning through his veins. “You’re going to be the death of me, you know that, woman?”

While biting her lower lip as he continued to grind himself against her, he could see the desire slowly possess her—and he loved it. He loved how he managed to affect her, how she couldn’t hide the fact that she needed him. It was the most amazing feeling in the world witnessing her need, her desire, and her passion all directed at him. This beautiful uptown girl who could have any damn guy she wanted actually wanted him. A nobody. A dropout. A guy who, up until a few weeks ago, had no hope to amount to anything. Yet here he was, staring at the most beautiful girl he had ever laid eyes on, having her in his arms, having her lips on his, pressing his body against hers and being able to claim her body every damn chance he got. How lucky could one son of a bitch be?

“Come on. Let’s go before I rip these clothes off you right here on the damn pavement.” He glanced down at the yellow sundress she was wearing. “And next time you decide to climb a tree, in God’s name wear a pair of pants.”

With his arm draped around her shoulders, they walked over to his newly bought secondhand Chevrolet truck.

Blue stopped. “Hunter, what is that?”

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