CHAPTER 4: "GO OUT WITH ME"

Amber

I gripped tighter, my knuckles whitening against the tub’s edge, trembling as hard as my moans, “ha…ha… Hunter!” 

“Tighter, Am.” His cock pulled back, its thickness sliding along my pussy, rubbing me right in the middle where it’s most raw and sensitive, and I hunched in a trembling delight of heat. “It needs to be as tight as your pussy.” 

My knees felt like jelly; I could barely stand, much less squeeze my thighs. 

But I gripped the tub rim even harder to clamp up. “Y-yes!”

He was behind me, his large palms was kneading my butt cheeks when they pushed them together, and then, his cock thrust through my squeezed thighs.

The sweet friction of an angry scrape sent fierce waves of pleasure through my flesh. 

“Oh god!” I cried out, gasping hard, “Hunter! I can’t—-.” 

I can’t take it anymore. I need to come. I need more speed. 

The water threw forward with another strong thrust. 

“But you’re doing great.” His hands swarmed down to my breasts and started fondling the flesh. “So responsive….” He thrust again, and I shuddered hard. “See? I just flicked my finger, and your nipples felt like tiny pebbles.” 

“Hunter, don’t—.” I whimpered. “It’s embarrassing—!” 

“But I love them.” He drove through fiercely. “I love you so fucking much, Amber, you have no idea—.” 

W–what? Hunter loves me too? 

Did I hear wrong?

“Am,” the velvety tenor whispered, “Am, baby….” 

I hugged the thick, muscular arms that were hugging me from behind, a smile on my face, and tilted my chin over to catch those solid, tantalizing lips—. 

“Jesus Christ, Am, wake up!” The velvety tenor snapped. “You need to leave! Like NOW. Everyone’s gonna be up soon!” 

Something slapped on my face like a rude awakening, and my eyes flew open. I sprung up and looked around.

The shirt on my head is mine. But the bed isn’t. This isn’t my room because these are Hunter’s furniture. That is him—in his usual blackness—cotton shirt and linen pants—all ready to start the day. This is his bed…and his sheets, which he had changed. 

And I knew he did because I was here last night. And he would change them because I bled. And I bled because—. 

Everything slammed back into me like my shorts striking my face. 

And Hunter's voice chimed in clear irritation. “Get your ass off my bed now!” 

“Alright, alright,” I groaned in my usual casualness and slipped my shirt on. “Jeez, you’re such a grouch,” I cursed under my breath, “fucking old man.” 

He was standing there like the god of morals and discipline, hands grabbing his powerful hips, and smirked. 

“Yes, I’m a fucking old man. And this fucking old man just gave you the best fuck you’ll ever have—GODDAMN IT,” he swivelled away in agitation. “Can’t you wear it first before you get out?” 

I swallowed my embarrassment—of being naked in front of him again—and my hurt pride—of being thrown out like a meaningless tramp—and rolled my eyes, yanking my shorts up. 

The rough fabric stung my inner thighs.

I looked down and saw the redness on my vitamin D-starved skin. The place where he—. And then I felt his cock again, driving through my thighs with incessant passion—. 

Knock it off, Amber. Clearly, it’s over. 

And I mentally flicked the hot memories away like a booger. 

“Show me how to do it, huh? Wear your pants under the duvet.” I stuffed my panties in my pockets and grumbled under my breath, “Smartass.”  

After one last look to see if I missed anything, I headed straight for the door. 

But as I moved past his glaring back, he swivelled around and held the door to stop me. 

And the useless flutters burst into yet another frenzy.  

I could’ve sworn I heard him say that he loves me—. 

“Remember,” he looked into my eyes, gripping them with the disaster alert. 

And I already knew what he wanted to say. So I sighed, eyes shut with exasperation, “Nothing happened last night.” 

In actual fact, I was already crying inside, and I was afraid the tears might spill from my eyes. 

That sexy mouth spread into his broadest, most agreeable smile. 

“That’s right. Nothing happened.” 

Asshole. I glared back. “I hate you.” 

And he chuckled. “That’s a fucking good idea. Make sure you tell everyone. Then, they’ll never find out—.” 

“Fuck you.” I flung the door open and stalked out. 

*****

I slammed my tray on the cafeteria table. 

A loud bang shot the air like a gun—and somewhere in the corner, a nerd flew under the table in fear. 

“I’m done.” 

I plonked down on the bench, right in front of my best friend, Eva, who took one squinting glance at me, and immediately knew. 

“Hunter?” She rolled her eyes and continued checking her nail polish. “Yeah, sure.” 

“I mean it, E. This time, it’s for real. I’m done with him.” I stabbed my fork into the spaghetti and murmured, “So fucking done.” 

“Okay, what did he do this time? Laughed at your dress again? Oh! he French-kissed a woman in front of you?”

And the charades begin. 

“Fondeled her breasts in front of you.” 

“No.” 

“Sucked her nipples?” 

“No!” 

I was steaming up harshly. All those things she said, Hunter had done it all last night. 

The night that would never, ever happen again. 

Eva smacked the table then lowered her face and her voice, “He fucked her, didn’t he? In front of you again, and he didn’t know that he did.”

My throat went dry. I blinked furiously. 

Because he didn’t fuck someone in front of me—he fucked me. 

I cleared my throat and stammered, “Yes! Yes, he did it again.” 

“Again?!” Eva’s eyes bulged with disgust and excitement. “I can’t believe it.” 

“He didn’t—,” I paused to push away the guilt of lying to my best friend and continued, “do it in front of me. He—well—he fucked someone close to me.” 

Now, her eyes are filled with jealousy. “How close?” 

And I laughed. 

Grabbing her hands, I squeezed them assuringly. “Not that kind of close, silly! Proximity!” 

And she was all smiles again. “You mean like a relative?” 

I blurted, “My housekeeper’s daughter!” 

“A married woman?!” Eva gasped. “Sweet Jesus, his royal blackness is truly incredible.” 

No worries, Eva knows better than to bring it up to anyone close to the family, and Hunter—or Mrs. Janice—will never hear of this. 

“Y–yeah!” I banged the table with a righteous fist. “Incorrigible, isn’t he? That’s why I’m done with him.” I stared ahead with the greatest resolution I’ve ever had. “I mean it, E.”

But Eva had already stopped listening because another more thrilling topic came up behind me. 

“Hey, Amber.” A smooth voice entered above me. 

Then, the most popular sophomore on campus, Ethan Greenwell, slid down on the bench next to me. “I sent you a text. But you seemed busy over the weekend.”

That handsome, heart-melting smile… why didn’t I fall for that instead?

I forced a bright smile. “Hi, Ethan. Yes!” My brows arched apologetically. “I was busy. Too much action outside the phone—.” 

And the persistent memories of last night’s action slammed right back in.

Once again, I felt that thick, muscular column sliding in and out of me, rubbing my swollen lips crazy, and my breathing hitched—heat swarmed up to my cheeks and an urgent itch slid up like Hunter’s large, warm palms to my nipples—. 

Fuck. 

I closed my eyes to push those dirty thoughts away and crossed my legs to kill the itch between my thighs. Then, I opened my eyes again and beamed sweetly. 

“Yes,” I continued, “it’s been so busy I’m completely drained.”

And Ethan looked even more interested. The swell in his throat bobbing nervously, his gaze wide with admiration, his mind furiously finding ways to keep me interested in him. 

“Then, let me take your next class. I’m brilliant at note taking—.” 

“That wouldn’t be—.” I shot a ‘save me’ glance at the grinning Eva, who shut her eyes to reject me because the show was getting too good to be cancelled, and immediately replied, “That’s not nice, Ethan.” 

His hand covered mine. “It’s nice, coming from me.” 

“Then, I thank you, Ethan,” I quietly slid my hand out, “but I actually enjoy the classes. So I’m gonna attend all of them on my own.”   

“Yup, she’s a nerd,” added Eva—finally—with a smile that matched mine.

But Ethan leaned closer with his famous boyish grin. 

“Nah, she’s not a nerd. She’s…special.” 

My god that’s weird. 

And Eva seemed to have gotten bored by it. 

She scoffed. “Really? Special—that’s what you’re going with?” At Ethan’s quizzical frown, she rolled her eyes and demanded, “Define ‘special’. What do you like about Amber?” 

Ethan turned to me, his smile confident. “Go out with me, and you’ll find out.”  

Jesus…. 

If I wasn’t in love with the greatest jerk of an asshole in the world, I would definitely go out with him and find out what’s so special about me. 

Who doesn’t want a little flattery? 

“I’m sorry, Ethan.” I returned to my untouched spaghetti. “I’m really not into dating right now.” 

“Then, let’s just hang out. Non-dates.” 

I sighed, feeling worse for myself, and turned back to him. 

“I’m really not in that mood either. Not right now.” 

And he patted my head, like the senior he was, his tone still warm and friendly. 

“Alright, no pressure. I really like you, Amber. And I’m serious about getting to know you.” 

With that, he left. 

“That’s the twenty-second guy this week,” mumbled my so-called protector, watching him return to his usual table and rejoin his clique. “A little too slick for me. But I think he’s much nicer than the first fifteen. Doesn’t feel like a predator to me.” 

“Yeah,” I twirled the bolognese covered strands and shoved them into my mouth. 

If Hunter hadn’t taught me self-defence, god knows what would happen to me with those fifteen guys. 

“You know what?” Eva crept closer, her chest covering part of the table, and lowered her voice again, “I think Hunter knows. He’s just pretending he doesn’t.” 

I slowed down my chewing. “Know what?” 

“That you were there when he was fucking that papaya-boobed woman by the pool.” 

Shock stumped me. “No, he doesn’t.” 

“Think about it: he’s Hunter Black for goodness sake! He could smell your father’s enemies from a mile away—how can he not tell when someone’s a few steps away?”

“I was hidden from plain sight,” I refuted.

“Erm, so would your father’s enemies. Your point?” 

“But if he knew I was there, why did he go through with everything and didn’t stop?” 

Eva shrugged. “Because he wanted you to watch? Which sounds sick because you were thirteen. What sort of adult would indulge a minor in p**n?”

And then I knew. 

“The kind who wants to nip things in the bud,” I murmured, my anger rising. “He doesn’t want me, Eva.” 

Eva rolled her eyes in a silent groan. “Okay,” she admitted defeat to my baseless, enduring crush, “I hate it when you look like a helpless puppy. Here’s what you can do to confirm your suspicions.” 

Since I’ve never really dated, Eva was my guru in this area, and I listened to her like a cult follower. 

“Jealousy is the first sign of love,” she began. “So when you’re home, and Hunter’s there….”