“Sure did, pal. You got some decent air that time, you know? For a little kid.”
“Who are you calling little?” Lucas said as he came charging over. “And what is air?”
Hunter smiled and shook his head as he stood up and put out his cigarette.
“It means you can jump, punk ass,” he said as he blew out a stream of smoke. “Now listen, your sister and I have to get the house ready and you’ve made a hell of a mess in this barn.”
He walked over to the corner and grabbed a broom.
“Now, if you’re such a big man, you can get treated like one. Take this broom and sweep up all this hay that you’ve been throwing around. When you’re done doing that, gather it all up and pile it over there,” he said, pointing to a corner with the broom as Lucas listened intently. “And when that’s all done, make sure this floor is swept up. I’ll be back to check on this shit and it better be as clean as I expect it to be. You got it, pal?”
Lucas looked around the barn, at the massive task Hunter had just given him.
“This is going to take forever. I thought you were going to teach me how to throw a football?”
Hunter looked down at him and shoved the broom in his hand.
“Hey. Football is a man’s game, and men take care of their goddamn work before they have any fun. Are you a man or what?”
He grabbed the broom out of Hunter’s hand and stared up at him.
“I’m a man.”
“All right, that’s what I thought. Now, clean this barn up and don’t come out until it’s done. Got that shit?”
“Got it.” Lucas turned immediately and started following the orders Hunter had just barked at him.
“Wow,” I said. “I can barely get him to clean his room.”
Hunter turned to me and brushed the hair out of his face.
“He just needs a man to tell him how it is, is all.”
I put my hands on Hunter’s chest and slid them down to his waist.
“Don’t we all?” I sighed as I hooked my fingers through his belt loops. “Now, what were you saying before about my dress? There was something you were going to do.”
He reached up and put his hand in my hair, tugging it and forcing my eyes up at him.
“Get your fucking ass inside. Right now.”
I laughed and took off out of the barn, looking back every so often as Hunter slowly made his way toward me.
He pointed at the window upstairs.
“Inside. Now”
I ran inside and up the stairs. I knew what was coming this time, and I could feel myself already wet for him.
Chapter 45
Hunter
I COULD HEAR KELLY GIGGLING as she ran into the house and up the stairs, and I felt myself picking up the pace in my steps.
God fucking damn you, sweetheart. I’m going to take you to another fucking planet.
This girl was something else. I didn’t give a shit about what was coming my way anymore. The only thing I could think about was getting inside that house, tearing her dress off, and shoving my fat cock into her delicate little *. I loved watching her take all of me in and the look on her face as she begged for more.
I walked through the door and paused for a moment.
Hold the fuck on, pal. Get your shit from the car. That * isn’t going anywhere and you can’t pretend there isn’t a gang of degenerate fucks on their way to kill you.
I turned and walked back to the car, popping the trunk and grabbing my duffle.
“Hunter? What are you doing?”
I looked up. Kelly was hanging out the window, crossing her arms so she was pushing her tits almost out of her dress. I could feel my cock shoot up and slammed the trunk down hard.
“Get your fucking ass inside that window. I want to see you waiting for me when I get up there.”
She smiled and pulled her body back inside, closing the window behind her.
I don’t think that will keep the kid from hearing us, sweetheart, but whatever.
I went through the door again and climbed the stairs. When I got to the top, I saw Kelly standing in the middle of the bedroom, dress unzipped and hanging from her shoulders, touching herself for me.
“Is this what you want, Hunter? You want me to warm myself up for you? Am I doing it right, baby?”
I stepped into the room and threw my bag in the corner. I didn’t say a fucking word. I let my eyes burn into her. I just walked over and tore her dress to the floor. She gasped, and then put her fingers back between her legs, never taking her eyes off me.
I reached down and pulled off my shirt so I could feel her hot breath on my skin. She stared at me and her eyes went wide in anticipation of what I would do next. I didn’t touch her. I just let her toy with herself and stand there, waiting for me.
As I undid my belt and slid off my jeans, she started to rub herself faster, slipping her fingers in and out of her *, breathing harder and harder.
I taught you a thing or two about getting yourself off, didn’t I, darling? Does that * feel good?