Page 42 of Intertwined Hearts

Hunter

We had a great time at the game, which also happened to be on Jackie’s birthday. After the game, we hung out with Jeff and Nikki for a little while, then went home. I cooked dinner, then we sat together and watched a movie. It wasn’t the birthday I would have planned for her, but I was compelled to honor her wish for low-key.

But tonight would be anything but low-key. She never said not to celebrate the dayafterher birthday. A person only turns thirty once, and I wanted this birthday to be one she’d never forget.

Jackie had been through a lot with that waste of human flesh, Landon. I planned to make up for every single one of his shortcomings, and he had a lot. I wanted her to know how much she was treasured. She meant the world to me, and she wasn’t just my girlfriend, but my future. I wanted everything good for and with her.

It had been a while since we talked about kids. Her reaction hadn’t been good, so I let it go. Hopefully we could begin talking about a family together soon. I wanted that more than anything with her. I wanted to have a beautiful daughter who looked just like Jackie. Or a rough-and-tough son who was comprised of the best of both of us.

I left work early and stopped by the bakery to pick up the cake I had ordered, then went home and decorated her place. As much as I wasn’t a fan of white wines, I picked up a bottle of Zinfandel for her. That was her favorite, and I wanted this night to be perfect.

The balloons were in place, the flowers were set on the dining room table, along with the plates, napkins, and candles. I had tossed flower petals on the carpet from the front door, to the kitchen, then to the dining room. The bed had even been covered in flower petals, with candles on each nightstand.

I heard the keys jiggle in the lock, and I took my place in the kitchen doorway, wearing nothing but an apron. I could only hope like hell she didn’t bring a coworker home with her. I was working with a close time frame and had to make the most of the minutes I had.

“Wow,” she said when she stepped across the threshold. “Flower petals? What’s going on, Hunter?”

“Happy birthday, baby. Tonight we can celebrate. Yesterday was low-key. Tonight may not be quite as quiet.”

“Hunter, seriously. I appreciate this, but I really just didn’t want there to be a big fuss.”

I glanced at the clock. I had exactly an hour before the pizza arrived, and the guests bringing it.

I reached out for her hand. “Come with me.” The apron was beginning to tent as my cock grew beneath it.

“I’m starving.”

“Me too. For you. Are you going to come see the bedroom? I decorated just for you.”

“Did you now?”

“Absolutely.”

Her mouth hung open when she saw the room.

Jackie

“It looks great. Thank you,” I said. My hand cupped his chin, and he leaned in to kiss me. It was so romantic with the petals and candles glowing. Hunter was adorable in his apron too. He walked past me over to the bed, and I got a view of his perfect, muscled ass. I could feel the wetness. I couldn’t help but wonder if I’d ever stop desiring and craving him.I sure hope not.

Hunter sat on the edge of the bed and, using his index finger, signaled for me to come to him. There was no way I’d deny him. I sauntered over to him, swaying my hips with more emphasis than usual. I knew what he wanted, and I was more than happy to drop to my knees in front of him. His cock stood at attention beneath the apron. I grabbed the material around the hem and slowly pushed it up to reveal his manhood to me. I leaned down and licked his swollen head, then reached my arms around him and untied the apron before yanking it out of my way.

My fingers walked up his thighs, all the way up to his sack. One hand cradled his balls delicately, while the other wrapped around the base and caressed him. My mouth did the rest. I licked around the ridge, then sucked his head into my mouth. I didn’t take him all the way into my mouth. I was teasing him and enjoying feeling him harden even more under my touch.

When it felt like he was close to exploding, I removed my mouth from him and just held him in my hand. Then I moved my hand up and down his soft, saliva-coated shaft. When I felt him soften slightly, my lips wrapped around him again, taking him as deep into my throat as I could.

“Baby, I hate to say this, but we need to stop right now. We can pick up later this evening.”

“Um, okay. Why?”

“Don’t get mad, but –.” I held my gaze on him. My head shook as I anticipated what he was going to say. “I invited a few friends over tonight.”Damn him!

I threw my hands in the air near my shoulders, and my palms faced out toward him. I was livid. I had told him no party, and he did it anyway. He had no idea what was going on in my mind. This wasn’t a fun birthday for me. I was thirty years old now. I finally had a man, but had no children, and had no real family. This day was depressing me to no end. Now he was putting me in a position where I had to seem cheerful, when I felt everything except happy.

When our friends arrived, I was forced to put on a happy face, but deep down, I was furious. My glares toward Hunter throughout the night were anything but appreciative and loving.

When we went to sleep, he was given the cold shoulder. I turned my back to him, and closed my eyes.

Chapter 33

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