On The Rocks

“I bet you do understand,” I tell her with sincerity. “It’s been tough to say the least.”


“I sure as hell don’t know why,” Hunter says from over at the grill. “Her work is fucking amazing.”

You know that feeling, when you’re on a roller coaster, and it reaches the pinnacle of a long drop, and you’re scared shitless, but after you fly over the edge and make your descent, you get a feeling of tingly euphoria?

Yeah, that’s what Hunter’s words do to me right now, and my cheeks heat up over his public proclamation of his pride in me. My eyes slide to his and he’s grinning, because he knows his words have an effect on me.

Maybe I’ll rethink staying over at his house tonight.





“More,” I moan, even as Hunter surges hard into me with a grunt, knocking the headboard into the wall.

“Jesus, Gabby,” he pants against my ear, but he fucks me harder, the headboard now making a steady thwacking sound.

With a long groan, he slams into me one more time and closes his eyes tight as he comes… hard.

His entire body trembles, and his breath comes out in a rush as he collapses on top of me, where he lays like dead weight. He’s heavy, but he feels divine.

“I think you killed me,” he says between heaving breaths.

I giggle and push him off, stretching my body luxuriously. I didn’t come… at least not right before Hunter did, but he in no way left me high and dry.

You see… he made good on the promise to work me over for an hour—even timed it with the clock on his iPhone. The get-together tonight ended up actually being… fun. After I found out I had something in common with Sasha, I relaxed a bit and just let myself enjoy. My relationship with Hunter was out in the open, he’d declared to his family and closest friends, as well as his ex-girlfriend, that we were involved, and he was super attentive to me the entire evening.

My skin tingled when I caught him looking at me, warm sometimes, hot others. My belly fluttered when he would laugh… white teeth flashing, his face completely gentled by humor.

And then there were the times when he would touch me. Sometimes it was just casual, sitting beside me and slinging his arm around my shoulder. Sometimes it was intimate… like the time I helped to bring the food into the kitchen, and he backed me up against the counter. I thought he was going to give me one of his passionate kisses, since we were all alone. Instead, he brought his hand up and just skimmed his fingers along my temple, down my jaw, and behind my ear, winding his fingers to the back of my neck. The move caused my eyes to flutter closed over the soft touch, staying closed even as he leaned in and kissed me on my forehead, murmuring, “I’m so glad you came tonight.”

It was that touch that caused my heart to stand up and wave the white flag of surrender to him. I realized at that moment, that I hadn’t truly opened back up to him since he crushed me years before. But I was open now.

And I opened up to him when our one hour started. I easily capitulated to stay the night, not just because of his one-hour promise, although that played a part. No, it was the kiss to my forehead that got me to change my mind, and I realized I didn’t want to sleep away from him.

Ever.

So, yes. I was in deep. I had no clue where this was going, but I was definitely going along with him.