Текст книги "Protecting Her"
Автор книги: Alexis Noelle
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Chapter Thirteen
Hunter
Watching her fall apart in the car after hearing her ask for it has my dick rock hard. This day needs to fly by so I can take her tonight. Telling her what I did last night scared the shit out of me, but after she said yes, my nerves calmed. Until this morning.
That fucking rose. Whoever the asshole is, I will not let him get to her. When the detective started questioning me, it took everything I had to keep my cool. Once he asked me about Amy, I lost it. I know I should probably talk to Sam about it. I could tell by the look on her face that she wanted to ask me about it. I’m just not ready.
The fact that someone is after Sam and I have no idea who it is, is making me feel helpless. I can’t let her down the way I did Amy. I can’t lose her too. I have to keep her safe. As we walk from the car into the building, my eyes are scanning the area, making sure that everything is okay. When we get in, someone runs up to us, ushering Sam into the dressing room and leaving me there, feeling lost.
“Can I help you?” I look to my side to see a brunette in a barely there dress.
“I’m here with Samantha Baker for her photo shoot. Where should I wait?”
The girl’s eyes seem to assess me before she gives me a slutty ass smile. “You could always come and hang out in my room. She will probably be a few hours.”
Real subtle. Normally, I would jump at the chance for a quick hook-up but I told Sam that we would try. “I’m good.” I walk away, not waiting for a response.
“Hunter.” I turn around to see Sam walking up to me. “You can come back here with us.” She smiles at me, a genuine smile, not the fake kind she usually has plastered on her face. I wrap my arms around her waist and place a kiss on her lips. “What was that for?”
“I don’t need a reason, cupcake.” I follow her through the door, not looking back to see the random’s response.
Sam’s first shoot is for a new wine that she has developed. I was shocked when she told me that she had spent the last year trying to get this thing together. I guess I just figured she was the face of the operation like everyone else. They had her in a hot red bikini and drinking her wine by the pool. This shit definitely didn’t help my case of blue balls.
The second shoot I took her to was for a perfume line. She was dressed as an angel, and she looked so fucking beautiful. When she was done and went back to change, an idea hit me. I got the attention of one of the production assistants. “Hey, can you help me out with something?”
She nodded and I explained to her what I needed. After laughing, she said she would take care of it. I see the food table set up, realizing that neither of us has eaten all day. I head over, make her a salad and grab myself a burger. When she comes out of the room, I hand the to go container to her. “No arguments, you’re eating it in the car.”
She leans up on her tip toes and gives me a kiss. “Thank you, babe.”
The term babe hits me like a brick. That’s an official “boyfriend” term. A panic builds inside of me. A part of me wants to run away. Then I look over at her talking to someone, she is laughing and seems to be happier then I have ever seen her at one of these. I try to get a hold of my nerves, pushing my flight instinct down. The only thing worse than risking getting hurt would be hurting her. She trusted me last night, let me in. I can’t disappoint her.
The feelings I have for her are developing so fast that I feel like I’m falling without a parachute. Maybe it’s because I haven’t let anyone in for so long. Maybe it’s just her. She creates this crazy kind of madness in me but for some reason it calms me at the same time. Whenever I am with her, it just feels right. I have been trying to figure out what it is that draws me to her but I can’t. Whatever it is, I just hope it doesn’t end in disaster.
When we get into the car, I’m pleasantly surprised that Sam doesn’t fight me on eating. “Stop looking at me like I’m some exhibit. I told you I would eat it and I will.”
I laugh. “I guess I expected more rebellion.”
“I’m not stupid Hunter, and I don’t want to be sick. I think landing in the hospital was my wake up call.”
I nod my head, eating my burger and thankful that she seems to have gotten the message when the doctor talked to her. Now, if I could only control her crazy ass mother.
When I think about the way she treats Sam, it makes me sick. The things she says to her are nothing that any human being should have to endure, especially not from a parent. I refuse to listen to that shit anymore. She won’t get away with it while I’m around. I hope at some point Sam can stand up for herself, but until she can, I will.
We pull up to the TV station and the crowd here is even worse than the one at the hotel. This is the part that scares me. There are so many people around us, that I feel like one mistake and something could happen to her. What if the person doing this is in the crowd? I would never know until it was too late.
We make it in the building safely and people quickly usher her away and all start talking at the same time. After Sam gets dressed, she comes out of the room and I can tell something is off. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m just nervous.” She wrings her hands. “Everyone knows about the stalking and now they are going to ask me about it in the interview.”
“Just breathe. You haven’t done anything wrong. You’re the victim here. Want me to threaten to kick his ass if he does anything shitty?”
She laughs. “I needed that.” We walk toward the studio hand in hand, when someone steps in front of us.
“Samantha, I’m Tommy, Mr. Morgan’s assistant.” She shakes his hand and his eyes focus in on our joined hands.
“Nice to meet you, this is Hunter Stone; he is my security so he’ll be following me backstage.”
Tommy nods at me and then instructs us to follow him. He shows Sam where to stand and what her cue is to come out on stage, then disappears.
In a few minutes the music plays, signaling Sam to go out. When the audience sees her they all cheer, and she waves to them as she makes her way to the chair. Her and the host exchange greetings before she sits down. He begins by asking her about the tour, and her music, then it comes up. I feel helpless having to watch it all go down.
“So, I have to say I was surprised because I haven’t heard anything about this, but do you now have a man in your life?”
The audience cheers as Sam’s face shows the shock that I’m experiencing. “Who told you that?” she plasters on the fake smile but I can see past it and can tell she is panicking.
“My assistant actually saw the two of you backstage.” Shit.
“Um, I guess the cat is out of the bag now.” Everyone starts to clap as she squirms in her seat.
“He’s your security, right?” A picture of us taken by the paparazzi a couple days ago appears on the screen. We are holding hands and I am helping her into the car. The audience starts to clap again and yell their approval.
“Uh yeah.” I can tell that all she wants to do is run away.
The interview awkwardly continues, the topic stays on us for a little while, although Sam doesn’t say much. They never ask about the stalker. I guess breaking this story was better for them. When her interview is over, she all but runs off the stage to me.
“Get me out of here please.” I don’t say anything, I just lead her back to the dressing room, waiting while she changes. She reappears a few minutes later, her huge sunglasses already on.
We walk outside and a new slew of questions are being thrown at her. About us, our relationship, my motives. It is really pissing me off and if I didn’t know it was what they wanted, I would punch one of these assholes in the face.
We head back to the hotel instead of going to dinner, deciding to order room service. Tomorrow we go to a different city for one of her shows, and I can tell what happened tonight really shook her. I’m in the room getting changed when I hear the door open; considering no one else’s rude enough to not knock, I know it must be her mother.
“Samantha Baker, how could you decide to reveal this infatuation to millions of people? Do you realize how irresponsible that was?”
“It’s not like I had a choice, Mom. His assistant saw us backstage.”
“And whose fault is that? You know I bet that’s what he wanted.” She points her finger at me accusingly. “Being with you wasn’t enough, he needed a slice of your celebrity. What have I always told you? No one will ever be there for you except me. Remember that.” I move to go out there and defend her, but as I emerge, the door is already slamming shut.
Sam has her head in her hands. A knock at the door draws my attention away from her. I tip the room service attendant and roll the cart into the room. We eat in almost silence and I can tell how badly her mother gets to her. She wants her approval so badly.
I walk into the room after eating and put my earlier plan into action.
This could go one of two ways.
She’ll either hate it or love it.
Chapter Fourteen
Samantha
“Sam!” I hear Hunter call me. “Come here for a minute.”
I stand up, moving even though all I want to do is lie down on the couch and feel sorry for myself. When I open the door to the bedroom, my mouth drops open. Hunter is standing next to the bed in a fireman’s outfit sans shirt. The dark pants hang low on his hips, showing off the delicious V he has, and the red suspenders hug his huge chest. I’m frozen. He looks fucking hot.
“Excuse me ma’am, but I heard there was a fire that needed to be put out…in your pants.” He winks and I can’t help the laugh that escapes.
“Where did you get this?” I say as I walk closer to him, shaking my head.
“You’re not the only one who wanted to play dress up today.” I smile, realizing how quickly he was able to change my mood. His hand grabs mine, yanking me against him. “Those clothes are a fire hazard and they need to be removed right away.”
“Yes sir.” I move away from him to get undressed, then lay down on the bed.
“I seemed to have found the source of the fire, Miss Baker.” When I look at him, embarrassment takes over. He is holding my vibrator. Holy shit. What is he doing with that?!
Hunter slowly slides the suspenders off his shoulders and unbuttons the pants, causing them to fall to the floor. Oh my God. He wasn’t wearing anything under them and he is already hard. I didn’t get a good look at it the one night we were together and the size of it has me a little intimidated.
“Now I know before me, you used this to get off. I want to see it.” What? “Show me how you get yourself off.” He can’t be serious. When I hear the low buzz, I know he is. “Now, we are going to do this and then I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll feel me for days.” He bends down so his mouth is right next to my ear, placing the vibrator in my hand. “Show me how you make yourself come, and suck my dick while you’re doing it.” His deep voice reverberates through me and my eyes widen at his last statement.
I turn my head to the side, as he stands up next to the bed, and then I slowly move the vibrator down my body. I start to move it up and down my pussy, grazing quickly over my clit before inserting it into me and groaning. Hunter takes advantage of my open mouth, slipping into it slowly, pumping in and out. He leans down a little, his hand finding my clit, stimulating it while I work the vibrator. In and out. In and out.
I twirl my tongue around the tip of his dick, causing him to let out what I can only describe as a growl. I can feel myself starting to build and moan as I get closer. Hunter’s speed picks up and it’s so erotic getting each other off at the same time.
I scream as my orgasm hits me and he pulls out of my mouth. Before I can regain my composure, he lifts me off the bed, bending me over it. His hand comes down, smacking my ass, and I yelp. “Baby, I have been wanting this since the first time I had you. I will not be gentle.”
I’m about to respond when he sinks himself into me and I cry out. “Fuck!” I panic at first, thinking we aren’t protected when I feel the condom. How fast does he move?
“Let me hear you, Sam. I want to know how it feels. Scream for me.” He starts wildly fucking me, moving in and out so quickly, and so hard, using my hips to slam me into him with even more force.
“Shit! God Hunter!” His hand comes down on my ass again, before I hear a buzzing in the background. Hunter stills and I take the opportunity to catch my breath.
“I wanted to have you like this for longer after having my dick in your sexy as sin mouth. Watching you fall apart and being in your tight pussy, I need to come. You better hold onto something.”
His hand reaches around and holds the vibrator directly on my clit, before he starts pumping into me again. My entire body tenses from the stimulation.
“Shit, you’re squeezing me so fucking tight.”
I fist the sheets as the combination of Hunter and the vibrator makes me feel like I am shattering into a million pieces. I scream his name at the same time that he groans his release. We collapse onto the bed, both of us out of breath.
Hunter stands up and returns with a towel, gently cleaning me as I’m still floating in my euphoric state. When he comes back, he pulls me against him, our bodies flush with each other. “After that, I don’t know that I won’t want to have you every second of the day.”
“After that, I don’t know that I won’t want you to.”
We both laugh and just enjoy the peacefulness of being in bed with each other. I wake up tucked under the covers, realizing I must have fallen asleep after we had sex. Hunter isn’t in bed anymore so I get up, wrapping a sheet around me and go look for him. I find him at the window again. When I come up beside him, I see a picture of a girl in his hand.
“Is that Amy?” He jumps at the sound of my voice. He stuffs the picture back into his wallet but still doesn’t respond. “If you aren’t ready to tell me I understand, just know that I’m here.” I start to walk away when I hear his voice.
“She was my sister and she was beautiful. I don’t know how we all missed what was going on with her. We just didn’t see it. She collapsed one day at school during my senior year. She was a freshman and a bunch of my friends ran to get me. The five minutes it took the paramedics to get there were the longest of my life. She was anorexic. She was fifteen pounds underweight. Amy had always been skinny and I guess none of us had ever thought twice about it. She went through rehab and seemed to be doing great when it was time for me to leave for college. I promised we would talk every day and that I would come home whenever I could.”
He pushes off of the window and goes to sit down on the couch. I follow him, sitting down next to him but trying to give him his space.
“My mom called me about two months later. I had gotten busy with school and hadn’t talked to them as much as I had planned. She was hysterical. She went to wake Amy up for school and couldn’t. The doctors said had a heart attack and she passed away in her sleep. My mom had thought she had been eating but she was hiding the food under her bed. My mom blamed herself but she was working two jobs just to be able to provide for both of us. I promised Amy I would be there for her. It was my job to protect her, to be there for her and I failed her. I could have saved her but I was selfish.” I look over at his face to see a tear rolling down his cheek.
“That was when I decided not to let anyone in. Being alone was better than letting someone down.” His head hangs and his eyes focus on the floor.
Seeing him like this is breaking my heart. I stand up and sit down on his lap, facing him. He leans back against the couch, his hands resting at my sides. “You were not to blame, Hunter. She was sick. Whether you were there or not, it wouldn’t have made a difference. You can’t beat yourself up for living your life. Amy wouldn’t have wanted you to do that. She definitely wouldn’t want you closing yourself off from everyone.” That’s when the realization hits me. “This is why you seemed so mad at me in the hospital.”
“Yeah, I can’t go through that again, Sam. I can’t let you get hurt. I can’t lose you.”
I wrap Hunter in my arms, placing a small kiss on his cheek and laying my head on his chest.
Now it all makes sense.
He isn’t the asshole he pretended to be.
He’s damaged.
Just like me.
Chapter Fifteen
Samantha
It’s been almost a month since Hunter opened up to me, since we decided that we wanted to try to make something out of this, and it’s been amazing. I have never had someone like Hunter in my life. He is always by my side, he’s my rock. I know that if everything is going shitty, that he will still be there. I used to laugh at the people that would fool themselves into thinking they could fall in love with someone in an instant, now I’m one of them. I love Hunter Stone.
I wouldn’t dare tell him this because I’m pretty sure he would go running for the hills. His cocky attitude is still there, but so is an amazing guy that I can’t get enough of. My mother has been in rare form since she found out about us, and by rare form I mean on a fucking war path. Hunter is always telling me that I just need to cut her out of my life but I can’t. She’s the only family that I have and as useless as it may be, I’m clinging to her hoping she will find a way to love me.
We have gotten a few more of the black roses and with each one, the fear builds inside of me. I can tell it’s putting a strain on Hunter too. He is absolutely petrified that something will happen to me. The other day at the airport, he made me go into the family restroom with him so that I wasn’t alone in the bathroom. While his intentions are honorable, his hovering is driving me crazy. I downplay my fear a lot for him because he is panicking enough for the both of us. I feel like wherever I go, someone is watching, waiting. It’s completely unnerving and stressful.
The tour is almost over and I couldn’t be more thankful. I love being able to be on stage and perform but I am absolutely exhausted. Plus, once the tour is over and I go home, the interaction with my mother will decrease and all of us will be better off. Hunter thinks I’m coming home with him at the end of all this but he is greatly mistaken. We don’t have a show tonight and are only a couple of hours from his friend Brian’s house; apparently there is a barbecue today and Hunter wants me to come with him.
Even though I met his friends before, it’s still unnerving to try to get ready and go over there. The first time Hunter and I weren’t really an item; I guess I just feel like I need their approval. I want them to like me because of how much I love him. Brian told Hunter that it was warm enough and they planned to go in the pool. When I grabbed my bathing suit, I thought he was going to have a heart attack. I mean, you would have thought that the man had never seen a bikini before. I won the battle because I didn’t own any suits that weren’t two pieces and I refused to go buy a one piece. I grab a sundress from my suitcase, slipping it on over the bathing suit.
When I walk out of the room, Hunter is sitting on the couch. He is wearing a navy t-shirt that hugs his arms, showing off the sculpted muscles he has. He also has on a black swim trunks with a white stripe down the side. “I’m ready,” I say with a smile in his direction.
“I’m not.” He grabs my hand, as he sulks out of the room like a child heading to timeout.
The ride isn’t bad, mainly because I end up taking a nap. The traveling, performing, and other media obligations have really taken a toll on me. Hunter wakes me by gently rubbing my arm. I look up to see the house and stretch, trying to bring feeling back to my limbs. We walk straight into the backyard and find everyone hanging out on the porch.
“Sam!” Jules shouts, as she runs over to me. She is holding a margarita glass in her hand and I can’t help but laugh. “Hunter, I am taking Sam on a trip to Margaritaville, see you in a little.”
“Damn Jules, you know it’s only like one o’clock in the afternoon, right?” He laughs as I’m dragged away from him.
“What’s your point? After dealing with you, I’m sure she needs like five of these.” She winks at him before we head into the house in a fit of giggles. I take a seat at her kitchen counter while she makes her way over to the blender. “So girl spill, how’s it been with the slug?”
I laugh at the nickname and how much Hunter says he hates it. “You know I called him that a few days ago and I thought his head might pop off.”
She shakes her head as her friend Lacey walks in from the front of the house. “How did I know not to even bother with the backyard, but my first instinct was to check the kitchen?”
“Because you’re my soul sista, and you know I like to let loose given the occasion.”
“What’s the occasion?” I ask, hoping that it isn’t anyone’s birthday and I don’t look like a jerk for not knowing.
Lacey and Jules look at each other. “Um, it’s Saturday,” They both say, laughing at their identical response.
I really like these girls. Growing up in the business I did, it was hard to find friends that weren’t in it to get something from you.
“Nice distraction Sam, but I still want to know how our favorite man whore is doing.”
Jules passes me a margarita as her and Lacey take their seats across from me. I take a sip of the drink, needing the liquid courage. “It’s actually been going great. He is so amazing.” It isn’t lost on me that I sound like a love struck teenager gushing about her crush. I haven’t had anyone to talk to about Hunter and I’m taking advantage. “He is always by my side and he does the most thoughtful things for me. The other night I had a really rough day and when we got back to the room, I immediately jumped in the shower. I came out and he had candles lit all over the room. He spent almost an hour giving me a massage with the oil he had bought. It was so incredible. He has opened up to me and I’ve told him things I never tell anyone. I’ve never known anyone like him.” They are both staring at me, mouths hanging open. “What?”
“Holy shit. I can’t believe the slug is in love,” Lacey blurts out.
Jules nods her head in agreement. “Never thought I would see the day. Honestly, I thought his dick would fall off before he stopped sleeping with randoms.” I grimace at the mention of him having sex with other girls. I’m more than aware of his past sexcapades but hearing and talking about them is not something I want. “Shit, sorry. I’m already a margarita deep and my common sense is the first thing to go.”
“It’s okay. I don’t think he loves me, though. It’s too soon.” I try to cover up the disappointment in my voice as I say he doesn’t share my feelings.
“Girl, Brian and I knew each other for a week before I knew he was it for me. We faced obstacles, and were apart for years, but none of it mattered. Love isn’t something that works on a clock. It’s either there or it isn’t. You can’t force it, you can’t wish it, you can only feel it. Once you do, it will take a hold of you and never let go.”
I try to absorb what she is saying. I know how I feel about Hunter but I can’t let myself think he loves me until I hear it from him. It will only get my hopes up. I nod my head, taking another long drink of my margarita.
“What about you Lacey?” She looks over at me before rolling her eyes.
“No thank you in that department. Divorce will make you a bitter bitch. After my asshole ex, I would rather just maintain a relationship with my BOB.” We all erupt in laughter.
Brian walks into the kitchen. “You girls going to hide in here all day or you going to join the rest of us?”
Jules walks over and gives him a hug. Lacey leans in close to me. “Let’s get out of here before they start…doing that.” I look over and they are now making out hardcore. Lacey and I head outside, giggling.
I walk out to see Hunter standing in the yard with the other boys. I smile as I take in how relaxed and happy he looks.
“Oh Jesus,” I hear Lacey groan next to me.
I look at her in confusion. “What?”
“You love him.”
I can feel a blush spread up my cheeks as Hunter walks toward me.
He wraps his hands around my waist and pulls me close to him. “Hey, beautiful.”
My body starts to hum with a need for him. As I lean into him, I look over at Lacey.
She takes another sip of her margarita. “Lord help us all.”
I laugh as Lacey walks toward the other guys.
“What’s so funny?”
“Just an inside joke, slug.” I wink at him and his grip tightens on me.
He lowers his mouth to my ear, “Call me that again and I’ll go so slow tonight you will be begging me to make you come for hours with no release.”
A chill runs through me as I look up into his hooded eyes. They are full of promise and passion. I bite my lower lip in nervousness. Hunter’s head dips down, grasping the same lip in his teeth and he pulls back, freeing it from my grasp.
“I want you to be thinking of me the whole time we are here. Your legs weak with the anticipation of what I’m going to do to your body. I want you to be so ready for me when we get back that the smallest touch from me will send you over the edge.”
I hate how just his words can get me so worked up. I’m already wet and ready for him and we just got here. We hang out for a few more minutes as I try to pretend my insides aren’t on fire.
“Pool time!” I look over and Jules has emerged from the house, with some definite sex hair. At least someone got some. Hunter’s eyes darken at her announcement.
I grip the hem of my sundress and lift it over my body, revealing my bikini.
Hunter reaches out for me but I dodge him, running and jumping into the pool.
Two can play at this whole teasing game.
