Page 16 of Waiting for You (Balsam Cliffs #3)

The second his lips touch mine it immediately feels like home. Being in his arms, his lips on mine, our bodies flush against one another.

Would it be so bad to let him grovel? I’m never going to not want this man. Even after all he did. And we were kids.

My lips part on their own to let his tongue tangle with mine. He tastes like oranges and cranberries and everything I love about the season.

We’re frozen on the dance floor, making out like teenagers. People move around us as I vaguely hear our friends.

“Let’s get out of here,” I whisper.

He doesn’t answer me. He just takes my hand and pulls me off the dance floor without another word to anyone else. I’m sure my phone will be blowing up in the next three seconds.

He shuts me in the car and practically hops the hood to get in the driver’s side. I lift the center console of his front bench, sliding across the seat and unzip his pants once he’s settled.

“Shit.” He hisses when my fingers graze his cock.

“Lift.” I tap his ass so I can get his pants off.

“If you touch me right now, it won’t end well.” With his right hand he pins my back against the seat, doing the same to my pants. Only he easily slips his hands into my soaking panties. “Fuck. You’re so wet for me.”

I grind into his fingers that trace my clit. “Drive. Faster.”

The speedometer ticks up at my request and before I know it, the truck is parking and he’s grabbed me from my side throwing me over his shoulder.

Shit. I forgot what a fucking turn on it is when he tosses me around like I weigh nothing.

Since we’re in Balsam Cliffs I don’t need to unlock my door and he gets right in, dropping me on the kitchen counter.

My legs open on their own to let him in. He kisses me in a needy frenzied kiss. Teeth clashing, tongues tangling, his hands are buried in my hair.

“Hunter. More,” I beg.

“Eve. You had three drinks and three shots tonight. I just…I don’t… I can’t be a regret in the morning.”

“I’m not drunk, Hunt. I’m horny, and you’re the solution. So are you groveling on your knees or am I handling this on my own tonight?”

His eyes shift between mine as if he’s gauging if I’m telling the truth or not. Whatever he sees, makes his decision quickly.

“Eve, I’ve waited years to have my face buried in your pussy again. I’m fucking groveling.” He throws me over his shoulder again, bringing me upstairs to my bedroom.

He places me down at the end of my bed, taking a seat and watching me. “Strip for me, Peach.”

I stand awkwardly in front of him. The only time Neil and I ever had sex it was in the dark of our bedroom and only the bare minimum of clothes came off. I timidly unzip my boots, pushing them and my socks off.

Next I move on to my jeans, blushing under his gaze. He leans back on his hands, licking his lips as I slowly drag my jeans down my legs. Squeezing my legs together I try to hide my body from him as I slip them over my feet and kick them to the side.

“Why are you hiding your body from me?”

“I never…”

“You never what? Stripped for Neil?” He shifts to stand, stalking over to me.

“No.” I answer, embarrassed.

“Fucking asshole.” A growl rips from his throat as he pushes the leather jacket off my shoulders, reaching for the hem of my sweater and pulling it over my head.

“Lay on the bed, Evelyn. I want to watch you crawl across before you sprawl that body out for me to worship.”

“Hunter. I can’t—”

“You told me to grovel, this is me groveling. Crawl, now.” His demanding voice sends tingles straight through me, empowering me to listen.

Once I’m laid out like his next feast, his eyes take in every expanse of skin not covered by the scantily clad lace I like to treat myself to. “Are you telling me you’re still a virgin?”

“What? No! I’m not. It was just a missionary in the dark kind of thing. Pants off, shirts on. He finished. Done.”

His eyes close and his fists clench at his side. “That selfish bastard never gave you an orgasm?”

“Self-made only, I’m afraid.” I gulp at the heat in his eyes.

In an instant he’s pulling his hoodie over his head with one hand, jumping on the bed and landing between my thighs.

The anticipation of him touching me has me wanting, and unable, to squeeze my thighs together for some kind of friction.

He leans down, flattening his tongue over my lace covered nipple, tracing the peak with the tip of his tongue before he sucks it into his mouth. “So he’s never done that?”

“No,” I choke out.

Another growl as he does the same thing to my other nipple. He kisses his way up my chest and nips at the soft skin on my neck, sliding his hand down my stomach at the same time.

Cupping me and applying the smallest bit of pressure to my clit, he whispers into the shell of my ear, “He never touched you here either?”

I can’t even speak so I just shake my head, relishing in the attention he’s giving my desperate and needy body.

His kisses trail back from my neck to follow the same path his hand did moments ago.

I tense in anticipation of his mouth clamping onto my clit.

I’m disappointed when it doesn’t, and his lips continue down my thighs and back up.

Taking my panties in his teeth, he pulls them down my legs.

Fuck, that’s hot.

“How am I doing with my groveling, Peach?”

I gulp hard, biting my lip watching him crawl back up my body. “I’d say pretty fucking good.”

Large hands slide under my ass squeezing my cheeks, flipping both of us so I’m straddling him. His cock pressing into my dripping pussy. Oh God. I’m going to leave myself all over his jeans.

His thumb soothes out my furrowed brow. “Where’d you go?”

“In my head,” I admit.

“I see that. Let’s get you out of there, yeah?” I nod. He lifts me again, pulling me up his body. “Grab the headboard and sit.”

“Hunter! I can’t—”

“You can and you will. If you don’t, I will make you. Be a good girl and follow my directions.”

I hesitate for a moment before he does exactly what he says he will by knocking my knees and forcing me to kneel on either side of his head. If I thought twenty year old Hunter was going to ruin me, this grown version is going to rip me to shreds and destroy me.

His tongue darts out, licking my seam. It lightly circles around my clit causing my hips to buck off the bed.

And if I thought that was good, when he sucks my clit into his mouth and runs his tongue over it, fuck, that’s out of this world.

I can feel the orgasm coming, my hips are frenzied, and it feels just out of reach.

When he adds a finger and finds a magical spot that usually only I can find with my vibrator, that orgasm suddenly becomes attainable. My fingers dig into the wood of the headboard.

“Hunter, shit, please…” My voice trails off as he pulls off my clit. “No. No. Why?”

“It’s called edging, Peach.” He continues to kiss, suck, and nip everywhere but where I want him, but fuck if it doesn’t feel damn good. His finger never leaves me, continuing to crook and rub my G spot.

“I swear to God if you don’t give me that orgasm now, Hunt.”

“What?” He licks me. “Are…”—lick—“you…”—suck—“going…”—suck and lick— “to do about it?”

“I don’t fucking know asshole! But it’ll suck for you!” My frustration takes over and I reach over to my nightstand table, opening the drawer to get my vibrator.

His hand slams the drawer shut. “No.”

“If you don’t do it, I will.” Fuck it’s hot in here.

“I said ‘no.’” He grips both my hands, holding them together behind my back.

Blissfully he goes back to his licking and sucking, adding another finger.

My vision goes blurry and I can feel the explosion coming.

“Hunter. Fuck. Yes. God, right there” I try to breathe through my words as the orgasm rocks my body.

I collapse forward, leaning my weight on the headboard while he still massages my pussy with his fingers and licks around my sensitive clit.

He lifts me once again, laying me down next to his very clothed body and pulls down the cups of my bra, playing with my peaked nipples.

“Top…tier…groveling.” I pant out.

Once I catch my breath enough, I run my hand down along his abs to his waistband. But he grips my hand with his. “No. Tonight was for you. Only you. You deserve an orgasm delivered by a real man.”

“No, that’s not fair. I have to—”

“You don’t. I’m pleading for forgiveness, remember?”

My eyelids feel so heavy. “Okay, but just orgasms. No feelings.”

Sleep starts to pull me under.

“I can promise orgasms, Peach. But the feelings are already there.”

Snuggling into him, I let the tiredness take me under.

Waking the next morning, I’m alone.

I roll to find a note stuck to my phone.

Peach,

I had to get to some sites today. I hope you slept well.

Thank you for sharing yourself with me last night. And trusting me to show you that I’m worth it.

-Hunter

I squeeze my thighs together at the memory of last night. I’m really fucking ruined for all other men now. He better bring his groveling game.

I need coffee. And pastries.

Slipping on some leggings and a clean tee I stuff my feet into my sneakers. Deciding to walk downtown after I very publicly left with Hunter last night might not be my best choice. But caffeine calls and my espresso hasn’t been delivered yet.

Me: Going to Emerald Roasters. Anyone up and looking for coffee?

Violet: Obviously, I am. Give me ten and I’ll head out. And I’ll wake up Willow.

Emma: Oooh, are you going to spill about what went down last night?

Me: I need to tell someone. First one here gets the gossip.

Me: On second thought, Esther is already here. Oh and Margaret.

Emma: You shut that mouth! I’m putting Olivia in bed with Rome!

Violet: I’ll be damned if Gran gets the details before me. But my muffins will burn!

Me: Oooh what’s that? I’m getting a table with Margaret…

Emma: Ugh! Girl! I’m literally running! My boobs haven’t bounced this much since… well… last night winking emoji

Willow: Why the fuck am I being rushed? I want a pumpkin spiced latte. And tell Esther to make the platter. It’ll be a long morning.

Me: On it.

Pushing open the door to Emerald Roasters, I do in fact find Margaret and Esther together. I was just teasing the girls but now they won’t know it.

“Good morning, beautiful girl. What can I get you?” Esther stands to come take my order.

“I woke Willow up.”

“Oh yes. I know that order.” She chuckles. “A round for all the girls then?”

“Yes, please.” I smile.

Margaret chimes in from the table. “This wouldn’t have to do with you leaving the festival last night with a certain devilishly handsome Keaton brother, does it?”

“You know it does. I’m sure you two were already discussing it. Weren’t you?”

She clutches her non-existent pearls. “Why I would never!”

Esther’s laughter rings through the shop as the girls practically push each other through the door.

“We’re here!” Emma shouts.

“Just in time ladies. Come help me with these trays.” Esther nods to the end of the bar where pastries and coffees await.

They each grab something and head over to the table with Margaret and I.

“Spill. Now.” Willow says gruffly, grabbing her latte and an apple donut from Violet.

“Safe to say she’s not a morning person?” I point to Willow.

Emma looks at her and chuckles. “Give her half a cup. Her nosiness is loading. She just needs a minute.”

“I ruined a batch of muffins for this, so start talking. What happened between you two last night, because that look in his eyes…that was hot.”

“I screwed myself is what happened. I let it slip that Neil never…you know.”

“Never what?” Esther leaned forward.

“You know, gave me an…”

“Orgasm, sweet girl. That’s the word. We’re allowed to say it and experience it.” Margaret grins wide.

“Hold up. You never had an orgasm the whole time you were with him?” Emma’s mouth drops open.

“Ever. I’ve never had a man-made orgasm. Only one I gave myself with my vibrator.” My cheeks are heating and I know they’re bright red.

“Shit. So tell me my brother delivered?” She grimaces and shakes her head realizing she’s asking me to give details about her brother’s sex life.

“Are you sure you want the answer?” I ask.

“We’re going to pretend it’s not Hunter in my mind. But yes. I want to know about my friend’s orgasm.”

“He delivered so fucking good I don’t think I can even look at another man ever again.”

“Tell us the details, dear. Or tea? Is that what I hear these days? That man’s pants don’t leave much to imagine.” Esther waggles her eyebrows and I can’t help the deep laugh that comes out.

“I only got to experience his mouth last night and I’m already ruined.” I sigh dramatically and bite into the chocolate donut.

“Oh girl, that’s a good night. So what are you going to do?” Willow asks, finally joining the world.

“I'm going to continue to make him beg for my forgiveness.” A sly smile tips up one corner of my mouth. “How fast is too fast to forgive?”

“Never too fast my girl. He has your heart. Sounds like he’s always had it. So whatever he did all those years ago, you were both young kids. And he was in the military facing all kinds of fears we could never imagine.” Margaret gives me a smile and squeezes my arm.

“You think?” I ask.

“Hunt was twenty-one when that happened. And he was deploying for the first time. When he came back, no he didn’t handle it right. But you were also gone and with Neil. I get it.” Emma sips her coffee.

“I’m with you on the groveling though. Don’t make it too easy on him. And enjoy the orgasms while you can.” Violet winks.

Willow reaches for another donut. “Do you want to forgive him? I mean loving him, forgiving him, and trusting him are three different things. For G and I the trust came first before the love.”

“I used to. I don’t know if I can trust him to not run from me this time. We’re different people than we were at nineteen and twenty-one. And back then it was all secrets.”

“Well. Sounds like that boy has some work ahead of him.” Esther says standing. “Another round?”

I look around at the empty cups and crumbs. “Yes,” we all say at the same time.

Grabbing my phone I pull up Hunter’s contact and add a letter back to his name. Only for the orgasm. That was totally worth it.