Текст книги "Protecting Her"

Автор книги: Alexis Noelle

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Chapter Ten

Hunter

Watching her lose herself almost had me blowing a load in my pants. This girl is so fucking beautiful and sexy and it’s like she has no idea. I can’t stop my hands from tracing every inch of her skin that I can reach. I’m like a fucking addict. I have my drug of choice right in my hand but I can’t indulge, at least not here. I decided last night that I was done pushing her away. I refuse to deny myself what I want anymore.

The movie ends, not that I watched a damn minute of it. I grab Sam’s hand and lead her out to the car. She’s quiet and I’m not really sure why. Once we get into the car I pull away, heading for our next destination. The radio plays low and Sam still hasn’t said a word. I don’t know what’s up with her, and a part of me doesn’t want to ask in fear that it’s something I did. Once you ask a chick what’s wrong, they dredge up every indiscretion you’ve committed against them since day one.

I pull into the driveway and Sam looks over at me, seemingly confused. “Where are we?”

“This is my friend Brian’s house. A bunch of us get together once a month to have dinner and catch up.” I move to get out of the car and she grabs my hand.

“What are we doing, Hunter?”

I know what she’s asking but I really don’t want to answer it right now. “We are eating and having some fun.”

“You know what I mean.” I can see the confusion etched on her face.

“Can we have this talk later tonight? For right now, let’s just have fun. Give yourself a chance to be normal for a day.” I’ve seen how stressed her career makes her in the few days I’ve been around.  I also thought that if she got some normalcy¸ it might make her feel better.

“Okay.” I can sense some hesitation but I know once we get inside, she will loosen up. I take her hand and lead her into the backyard. The guys are all standing around the grill. I don’t see the girls yet, but I’m sure they are around somewhere.

Brian sees us coming and gives me a sideways look. I didn’t tell him I was bringing anyone and considering they have never even seen me with a chick in daylight, I’m sure it’s a shock.

“Well, look what the cat dragged in,” Mason says as he sees me. “It’s about time you made it, slug.”

Sam turns to face me. “Slug?”

I rub the back of my neck, not wanting to get into this right now. “It’s nothing.”

“Aw, come on! You used to wear that title proudly.” Mason turns to Sam. “We call him slug because they are the most sexually active animals, since they have both male and female parts. It’s been a running joke that if Hunter could fuck himself he would never leave his house.”

Sam bursts out in laughter, along with everyone else in the yard. Real fucking funny. I finally bring a chick around and they have to make me look like an asshole.

“Well, ya gonna introduce her? Or are we supposed to guess? You do know her name, right?” Brian says, as he is flipping the burgers. Why did I think this shit was a good idea? I really don’t need them laying all my shit bare the first time they meet Sam.

“Sam, this is Brian, Mason, Jake, and Ryan. Guys, this is Samantha.” I wait for more insults as the guys step up to say hi to her.

Brian’s fiancé Jules and her friend Lacey come out of the house with huge margarita glasses. Their eyes zero in on the fact that I’m still holding Sam’s hand. “Shut the fuck up,” Jules says before covering her mouth in shock. “I’m sorry. I’ll blame it on the tequila at this point. You know who you are, right?”

I knew she would be the first one to realize who Sam was. I just hope they can all keep it together.

“Babe, what are you talking about?” Brian asks as he walks over to her and grabs the glass out of her hand.

“That’s Samantha Baker. I tried to get tickets to her show a few months ago and they were sold out.” Jules looks back toward me. “Wait a minute. Is she your new client?”

I nod my head. “When you’re done being a psycho fan, we just want to have a normal relaxing day.”

“Okay first of all slug, it’s called fangirling.” I hate that fucking nickname now. “Second, I’m totally cool. Sam, do you want a margarita? Lacey is a little heavy handed with the tequila, but they’re delicious.”

She looks over at me and smiles. “Have fun.” I whisper in her ear, before placing a kiss on her neck. I don’t know what’s gotten into me. I can’t control myself around her. It’s like I want to, no I need to, claim her. I need everyone to see that she is mine. Even if she isn’t, yet. Sam’s body seems to tense a bit before relaxing against me and accepting my form of affection.

After a minute, Sam follows the girls into the house and when I turn back toward the guys, they are all staring at me. “What? You assholes never seen a woman before?”

Ryan laughs. “Oh, it’s not that. We’ve just never seen one with you that wasn’t plastic and filled with air.”

They all start to laugh and I grab a beer out of the cooler. I want to go in to see how Sam is doing but I don’t. When did I become such a fucking pussy?

The girls come back out a few minutes later and Sam now has one of the fishbowls these girls call glasses. She moves to sit next to me but I pull her so she’s on my lap. I don’t care how it looks. I don’t care if what I’m doing is scaring the shit out of me. I am done holding back. Her ass is lined up almost perfectly with my still hard dick. I want her so bad right now that it fucking hurts. I should have just skipped this stupid ass dinner and taken her back to the hotel. That’s when I hear it. Sam laughing again. I think she has laughed more in the short time we have been here than in all the time I have worked for her.

We sit around talking with everyone, eating, and Sam has a few more margaritas. When the time comes to leave, I can tell she is definitely a little tipsy. She says goodbye to everyone and then takes my waiting hand.

“Come on slug,” she says with a giggle before running off to the car.

I turn back to the guys. “I could fucking kill you for that shit, Ryan.” I run after Sam, finding her in the car already. As we drive back to the hotel, I run my hand up and down her thigh, loving the little moans that escape out of her full parted lips as I get closer to her core.

Suddenly she sits up, throwing me off. “Why?”

I glance at her in confusion. “Why what?”

She releases an exasperated sigh. “Why have you been so nice all day? Why are you pretending like you want me? Why are you letting me believe that you could ever want something with me?” Her voice slurs a bit but they say that alcohol is like a truth serum sometimes.

“Maybe I do want you.” I don’t know what else to say. I’m not sure I’m at a place where I can really tell her everything.

“Why? You want to hop on the gravy train before it crashes? You know I don’t have many good years left. I’m already starting to “fill out”, my music is getting shittier and shittier because that’s what’s popular. I have nothing to offer you but money. If that’s what you want, just take it now and save me the heartache.” She is looking out the window so I can’t read her face. I hate that she feels like this. Honestly, I want to kick anyone’s ass that has ever done her wrong. She is an amazing person and doesn’t deserve half of the shit that she gets thrown at her. Then I realize that I was one of those people, maybe even one of the worst, and I feel like shit.

When we stop at a light, I grasp her chin and turn her head to face me. The sadness and loneliness that haunts her is apparent. “You have so much more than money, Sam. When we get back to the hotel, I will show you that.”

I can start to feel the change in myself when I’m around her.

It’s a scary fucking feeling.

Chapter Eleven

Samantha

“You have so much more than money, Sam. When we get back to the hotel, I will show you that.” His comment resonates deep within me. What the hell is that supposed to mean?

I want to ask but the tequila is making my head spin and I can’t think clearly. So we sit in silence as we head toward the room. As we get closer, I start to feel like a jerk for lashing out at him. He did so much for me….he finally let me in.

Seeing him around his friends and dropping that “I’m the asshole King” attitude was nice. I was nervous that they wouldn’t like me, but the way they welcomed me into their group really made me wish I had a circle of people like that in my life.

He opens the door to the hotel room and I know I should say something to him. Just as I’m about to, he takes the lead and says, “Listen, I know I’ve acted like an asshole, and I’m not going to lie to you and say that it won’t happen again. That’s kind of who I am. There is something about you, Sam. Something that I can’t put my finger on. Something that I can’t stay away from. Something that I need.” He leans down to kiss me and every conscious thought I had in my head floats away. I get lost in him, in the feeling of his kiss. Every inch of my body is screaming for him.

I jump and pull away from Hunter as a loud slam echoes through the room. My mother is standing in the middle of the room, looking so mad that her head might pop off. “What the hell have you been doing all day, Samantha Baker?! I have been calling you non-stop, then I get word that you are finally back at the hotel and walk into this? I knew you were desperate, but do you really need to sleep with the help?”

My mouth drops open at her statement. The help? What the hell century are we in? “I’m an adult and I can do whatever I want. You have to stop dismissing him. He isn’t just an employee. He matters to me.” I know I sound like a rebellious teenager.

“You have a career beyond anything that he could ever dream of.” She looks at Hunter with such disdain. “You need to wise up before you lose everything. Do you really think that he would be with you if you didn’t have everything that you do?”

I want to answer her and tell her that he would, but I have those doubts myself. Hunter steps toward my mother. “Listen Audrey, I put up with your shit. I have let you talk to your daughter like she is some damn dog. I’m done. Don’t pretend to know me or my motives. You are nothing but a pathetic excuse for a human, who is capitalizing on her daughter’s success. What is it that they say? Those who can’t do, manage?” He gives her a smirk as he stares her down.

He walks away from her and I hear a bedroom door shut behind me. “I think you need to leave,” I say with much less assertiveness than I would have wanted.

“If you choose to sink yourself, that’s fine. Don’t come crying to me when you end up alone, pregnant, and even bigger than you are now. You still have responsibilities tomorrow. If you can get yourself out of bed with him, that is.” She gracefully turns and leaves without another word.

I turn, wanting nothing else but to run into my room and withdraw from everyone and everything. When I do, I see Hunter standing in the doorway. He opens his arms to me and I take advantage and run into them. His hands surround me and I let myself sink against his chest. He begins to walk us backward into the room. When we come to a stop, I look up to see us standing in front of a mirror. I turn away, not wanting to see the weak person I have become.

Hunter turns my body so my back is flush against his front. “Look at yourself.” I shake my head, a tear slipping down my cheek. His hand grabs my chin, slowly turning my face toward the offending object.

“I don’t want to.” It comes out as a whisper, just as weak as the person who is saying it.

“Samantha.” It’s all he says. Silence surrounds us and after a minute or two, I look up at him through the mirror at our reflection. “Look at yourself.”

My eyes focus on the image in front of me. Hunter’s head is resting on my shoulder, his eyes unwavering. It’s like I can feel them inside of me. Like he can see what I hide from everyone else. His hands slowly move down my sides until they reach the hem of my shirt. When he lifts it over my head, I look toward the floor. No one would ever guess the girl on every magazine cover can’t stand to look at herself.

All I see when I look in the mirror are flaws. My theory is, if I don’t look, I can pretend they aren’t there. Hunter’s chin scratches at my neck, eliciting a giggle. “Eyes on us, cupcake.”

I don’t look up immediately and he is quiet until I do. When I look into the mirror, I can feel his hands moving toward my back, unclasping my bra. As it falls to the floor, I’m exposed in more ways then one. Hunter’s hands wrap around me as he pulls me even closer to him.

“I know you may not see it, but you’re fucking beautiful Sam. Every inch of you is perfect.” His hands trail up until they reach my breasts, cupping them, his fingers gently tugging at my nipples. I moan as he touches me. It feels amazing and having his eyes on me as he does it is exhilarating.

“I have wanted to touch you since the night I let you go.” His hands tug harder as he rolls my nipples simultaneously. I arch into him, begging him for more. When he freezes I look at him. “Your eyes stay on us or I stop. You are beautiful and I want you to see that. I want you to see what I want to do to you every minute of every day.” I nod in acknowledgement. I groan when he releases my breasts and lowers himself to the floor. His hands grab the waistband of my shorts; he pulls the shorts and my panties down at the same time. As his fingers slowly move down my leg, I break out in goosebumps.

He rises and stands behind me once more. “Look at yourself, Samantha. You might see flaws, but I don’t. You are gorgeous. There isn’t a part of you that doesn’t drive me crazy. You are perfect the way you are and having a slice of pizza or eating regularly isn’t going to destroy you. I can’t stand that you made yourself sick, and it kills me that I didn’t say something to you when I wanted to.” His hands wrap around me, settling on my chest. He positions his mouth next to my ear and his hot breath shoots warmth through my entire body. “It isn’t just your body, though. I’ve seen the way you stare off into space when you think no one is watching. You might think you hide yourself well, and you do, but I see it. I can see how much your mother hurts you. I can’t tell you how much what she says to you isn’t true. You deserve everything you have, and you have earned it, not her. Don’t let her take that away from you.”

He walks around me and takes my face in his hands. His eyes never leave mine. “No one should be treated the way she treats you and I just want you to understand that I know I’m an asshole sometimes, but I’m here. You might think you have no one to lean on, but you do. I saw you today with the girls. I saw that brick wall of yours start to crumble. Let people in, you might be surprised at what happens.”

His hands snake around me, resting on my ass. “I wouldn’t blame you if you told me to go fuck myself but I want you. Not just tonight. Not just for sex. I want you.”

I’m speechless. Everything he just said to me is what I have yearned to hear. I just wanted to know I was good enough for someone. Everyone always wants more from me. Hearing him say that I don’t need to change is like a dream. Can I do this? Can I make this leap with Hunter?

“Yes.”

A smirk graces his face as he pulls me tight against him. “I can’t wait to sink myself deep into you again. Tonight is about you, though. I plan to exhaust your body until the thought of another orgasm seems impossible. I will have you in every way imaginable and I won’t stop until your voice is gone from screaming my name.”

I gasp as Hunter backs me towards the bed.

This is a fresh start for us.

A new journey.

Chapter Twelve

Samantha

I open my eyes, deliciously sore from the night before. As I stretch, it’s almost as if I can still feel his hands on me. I look beside me to see Hunter still asleep. I’m still shocked by everything he said to me yesterday. After the way he had been acting, I never expected those words to come from him. I stand up needing to go to the bathroom and start getting ready for today’s events.

I open the door to the bedroom, wincing as I step on something. “Dammit!” I look down to see what I had tread on and I lose my breath. “Hunter!” At my feet is a black rose, next to it  a white notecard with the word Soon. written on it.

“What the fuck?” I bend down but he grabs my arm. “Don’t touch it, there might be fingerprints. Get dressed.” He steps over the flower and I can hear him on the phone.

Someone was here. Someone was here and neither of us had any idea. We slept through an intruder. He could have killed me, he could have killed Hunter. A chill runs through me as I realize all of the things that could have happened last night. The same person from the beach. The same person who wants to hurt me.

I get dressed, the entire time not able to look away from it as if it might explode. Who could be doing this? Why? Hunter comes back into the room and seems to be assessing me. “You okay?”

I take a deep breath, trying to calm my emotions and get a hold of myself. Tears fill my eyes but I keep them from falling. I nod at his question. He takes a few steps toward me and wraps his arms around me. “I won’t let anything happen to you, Sam.” His promise is sincere, I just hope he can keep it.

“What if you had been in your room? If I were alone, they might have done more than leave something outside the door.” His arms tighten around me. “Why is someone doing this?”

“I don’t know. But we are damn sure going to find out.”

The door to the room opens and my mother walks in. She assesses my messy appearance and the fact that Hunter is only wearing a pair of sweatpants. I brace myself for the verbal beating sure to come.

“Before you say anything, don’t. She has had a rough morning, so if you are going to come in and be your normal hell hound self, then walk right back out the way you came.” His voice is deep and authoritative.

My mother’s face contorts with anger. “You have an appearance scheduled for eleven, don’t be late.” She walks away without another word. I shouldn’t be surprised. I should expect this from her. It still hurts.

My phone dings and I walk over to the end table to see what it is.

Mom: The press knows, they will ask about it in your interview.

I was hoping we could keep this quiet for longer but with the scene at the beach, I knew it would eventually come out. This situation is the last thing I want to talk about in an interview on a big late night talk show. They shoot around dinner time and then air it but I don’t plan on talking about this in front of millions of people.

“Sam, the detectives are here.” I nod my head walking toward him. He takes my hand leading me out into the living room. I explain to them at least three separate times what happened and that we didn’t hear anything.

“Mr. Stone, you’ve been hired to protect Miss Baker?” The detective looks over at Hunter, this is the first time they have addressed him.

“Yeah, about a week ago.” I grab Hunter’s hand, wanting his support and trying to lend him some of mine.

“So it would be safe to say if Miss Baker wasn’t in this situation, that you wouldn’t have this job?”

I feel his body tense beside me. “I don’t know what the fuck you are trying to insinuate, but I don’t have shit to do with what is happening.”

The detective doesn’t flinch. He continues to grill Hunter about his intentions, his life, and his background. After about an hour, they leave and I breathe a sigh of relief. I look over at Hunter on the couch and I can still see how pissed he is at the questions they asked him. He almost lost it when the detective was going over the information they gathered. He had mentioned that Hunter had a sister, Amy. Before he could say anything else, Hunter had jumped up and told him that he would not talk about her. He seemed so unhinged at the mention of her that I even flinched as he told them in no uncertain words to drop it.

I want to ask him why. What happened? I know right now isn’t a good time, though. I go into my room and get dressed. I have two photo shoots today and then the talk show appearance. Luckily, all of them will give me an outfit to wear when I get there so it really doesn’t matter what I show up in. However, I know that the paparazzi will be all over me now that the news has broken and the last thing I want to do is give those vultures any ammo.

I slip on a pair of jeans and a pink button up shirt. When I walk out to see what Hunter is doing, I find him at the window. I touch his shoulder and seem to jolt him out of whatever state he was in.

“You ready?” No. I want to ask him about Amy. I want to help him through whatever battle he is fighting in his head, but I have a feeling that asking him right now would not end well.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” We take the elevator downstairs and I can hear the crowd outside. One of the main things that was nice about yesterday was that I didn’t have to deal with anyone being all over me. Meeting Hunter’s friends yesterday was great. I fell into an easy relationship with them. Jules had talked to me about Hunter and his whore ways. I couldn’t help but laugh and cringe at some of the stories her and Lacey would tell.

Hunter grabs my hand, leading me through the mob and safely getting me into the car. When he gets in the other side, I smile at him.

“What?”

“You’re getting good at this, slug.” I laugh as I repeat the name his friends gave him.

“Watch it, cupcake. I still have a wild side you have no idea about.” His eyes roam my body and I can feel a blush slowly spreading across my skin.  “You need it? You want to forget everything and lose yourself? Tell me what you want, babe?”

I look toward the front, sending the privacy wall up. “God yes. I want you.”

He laughs in my ear. “Hmmm, my greedy girl can’t wait till tonight? I’m not going to give you my dick in the back of this car because I don’t have nearly enough room for what I want to do to you.” I groan a sigh of disappointment. When I look over at Hunter, he is no longer next to me. “Over here.”

I look in front of me and he is crouched on the floor of the SUV. His hands move to the waistband of my jeans, pulling them and my panties down to my ankles. His head is positioned between my legs and he licks his lips as he looks up at me.

“You better hold onto something, cupcake.” Before I can reply he dips his head, running his tongue along me, parting my lips with it. His fingers enter me as he slowly circles my clit with the tip of his tongue. I rise off the seat but his hand grip my hips, holding me in place. I start to moan, gripping onto the head rest behind me and digging my fingers into the fabric. His tongue begins to dart in and out of me and he circles my clit, pressing down hard intermittently. My legs start to tense up as the orgasm starts to build. My breathing starts to speed up and I scream his name as I fall over the edge into ecstasy.

Hunter looks up at me, smiling. “Sweet as a fucking cupcake.”

This man just might be the death of me.