Page 26 of Waiting for You (Balsam Cliffs #3)

Laying on my back, I stretch my gloriously sore muscles as the sun shines through the windows on Hunter’s bed.

True to his word, he delivered five orgasms last night after scaring me half to death with that damn haunted walk at the Peterson’s.

I’m still undecided if they were worth it though. I never want to do that again. Ever. I had nightmares of that damn porcelain doll asking to play with me every moment of the few hours of sleep I got.

Rolling over I’m greeted by Hunter’s gloriously naked back. Running my fingers along his muscles I watch as they ripple and twitch under my feather touch.

“Watch it, Peach. I have plans for you today and they don’t involve this bed.”

I pout at him when he rolls over. “But that was my plan.”

“You need more orgasms? Woman, I’ve created a monster.”

“It’s not my fault you’re so good at it.” I run my fingers down his abs now, trailing them closer to his cock.

He clasps my hand in his before I can get where I want to be. “Don’t you tempt me, Peach. We have plans.”

In one swift movement he flips me over, slaps my bare ass cheek, and walks into the bathroom. Now I have a real pout on my lips. I really truly wanted to stay in bed with him all day without doing a damn thing.

“I don’t hear movement. Let’s go, Peach. There’s a bag on the dresser, it’s all yours.” His yells are muffled by the toothbrush in his mouth.

“Fiiine. Geeze. What’s a girl gotta do around here to get some attention.” I smirk when he pops his head out the door, giving me an, are you serious look.

I find the giftbag from the boutique that I’ve come to recognize. I stalk her social media daily. I’m in love with all her fall drops.

Inside I find a pair of mauve leggings that feel like silk and a long sleeve black cropped tee.

The tee is just as soft as the leggings and I’m already excited to slip it over my skin.

Digging further, I find a pair of gorgeous satin hipster boy shorts, and a matching sports bra.

On the very bottom, I find a naughty surprise.

“Hunter.” I take the box with me into the bathroom where he’s now showering. “What the heck is this?” I try to act offended but a smile is playing on my lips.

“Something that you’ll be wearing today.” His nonchalance is wavering just as my smile. “You said you wanted more orgasms. I’m just here trying to earn the letters in my name back, one orgasm at a time.”

“In that case…” I slip out of my clothes and step into the shower with him.

“No orgasms this morning, Peach. You’ll have to wait until I can play with you how I want.” He spins me so that my back is to his front. Reaching around me he grabs the body wash, scrubbing it into his pouf before running it over my body.

I moan as his hands run along all the sensitive spots of my skin. His hardening cock presses into my back. Reaching backward, I give him a few tugs before he bends over to get my shampoo. When his hands dig into my hair, massaging my scalp, all ideas of persuading him are lost.

“God, that feels so good. Why have I ever wasted time washing my own hair?”

“Because I was an idiot and let you settle for someone who doesn’t even deserve to know you.” The sincerity is thick in his voice. “I’ll never do that again. My life is now dedicated to showing you the way you deserve to be treated in every mundane moment.”

“You’re off to a good start.” I spin in his arms, facing him as he runs the conditioner through the ends of my hair.

“This isn’t just orgasms to me. I want to redeem myself, get your forgiveness, truthfully.”

“I know you do, Hunt. And I love you for it. You’re still the same boy I fell in love with. Always looking out for me.” I drop a soft kiss to his lips. What I don’t mention is his one misguided attempt at looking out for me.

He swallows hard, the emotion clogging his throat. “I never stopped loving you, Peach. And I hated myself every minute we were apart. I want to deserve you.”

I don’t have anything else in me to assuage the guilt. A selfish part of me doesn’t want to. He hurt me. Bad. And I’ll never say it’s okay to treat someone that way. But he did it and he’s still here asking for forgiveness. There is something to be said about owning your shit.

I won’t sit here and tell him it’s okay, but it is in our past and I’m ready to move forward.

So instead of making him feel better with words, I just crash my lips into his.

Conveying all the emotions we both have into this kiss.

A kiss for closure on our past. A kiss for the start of our future.

The two of us get lost in each other, my legs tangle with his, my hands roam his back as the water cascades over our bodies.

Meshing us as one. This moment feels pivotal.

More pivotal than any orgasm he’s given me.

“I promise you. If you forgive me I’ll never let you go again. They were the worst years of my life. And I don’t want to go back there. I lost you when I needed you most.” He leans back in to continue the kiss.

Then he pulls back, both of us heaving for breath. Without another word he rinses the conditioner out of my hair, then shuts off the water and dries me off with the soft towels.

“I’m going to go pack our lunches. You get dressed.” He opens the bathroom door after drying himself off, but turns to hand me the box. “Don’t forget this.” He winks and leaves.

I stare at the package. A remote controlled vibrator. Opening it I find that the remote is curiously missing. In my hand the vibrator comes to life.

“I told you to get dressed, Peach,” Hunter yells out.

I drop the box, and rush out to get dressed before putting the vibrator in my underwear like the instructions say. The magnet holds it in place. Pulling up my leggings, I start to brush my hair when the damn thing goes off. Nearly bringing me to my knees, I grip the vanity in the bathroom.

“Hunter Keaton!” A sinister laugh follows my admonishment.

Today will not be easy.

Nearing the summit, I stop to grip the small tree next to me.

This damn man has been edging me the entire two miles.

It’s taken us about an hour longer because I’m going so damn slow.

Every time I stop, he stops shortly after.

I’m about to rip that damn remote control out of his hands to give myself a damn orgasm.

“You know, this isn’t telling me that you want to earn those last letters back.” I pant out as the wave passes. But I know as soon as I start walking again, this vibrator will start back slowly.

“You said you wanted groveling in the form of orgasms. I’m just doing as I was asked, Peach.”

“Yeah, except I’m not getting the orgasm.” I scowl at his back.

“You will. Soon.” I scoff. Doubtful. “We’re only a quarter mile to the top.”

“Do I get my orgasm at the summit?”

“We’ll see if you’re a good girl. Or if you keep complaining.”

Stopping, I put my hand on my hip and stick my tongue out at him.

Even though he doesn’t see me it makes me feel better.

I’m not out of shape but this hike is taking it out of me because of him and his little remote control with a direct path to my clit.

I’m so fucking turned on I’m about to push him up against a tree and demand he let me finish.

Considering I haven’t done that or tossed him over the edge of the cliff I think I’m being a very good girl.

Rolling my eyes I start back after him up the last part of the mountain.

Hunter stops ahead of me. The summit of the mountain is mostly rock, giving us a three-sixty view of the cliffs, ocean, and forest surrounding Balsam Cliffs. Approaching him I wrap my hands around his bicep and take in the view.

“This is stunning. I missed this view.”

“There’s nothing quite like it.” A flash of sadness passes over his features. “I have lunch for us.”

I don’t even see his hands move but I feel the vibrations on my clit start once again.

“Oh yeah, what is it?” I pant out, already sensitive and close to an orgasm.

“I made some PB and Js.”

Smirking at him, I start pulling my hair up into a messy bun. “How about just a BJ?” Kneeling on the ground in front of him, I pull his sweatpants down.

“Evelyn.” He eyes me.

“Hunter.” I reach up the leg of his boxer briefs and stroke his semi-hard cock a few times before pulling his briefs down to his ankles with his sweatpants.

“Shit, Eve. This is a popular trail. But I can’t say no to you. We have to be quick.”

“That’s up to you there big boy. You have the control.” I tap his hand with the remote.

His dick bounces before me, ready for me to take him in my mouth. I’m glad that teasing me has also been teasing him the whole way up.

Gripping the base of his cock, I slide my mouth over the sensitive tip. Running my tongue in circles.

He moans in response, and the vibrator gets a click to go up a speed. My own moan vibrates around his twitching dick.

“Shit, Eve. Jesus you’re so fucking good. You know just what I like.” I work at him, licking and sucking his length back to my throat. The faster I bob my head the faster his finger clicks that damn remote.

“Hunter, I’m going to—” I mumble around him until he pushes the button again giving me a different pattern. “Fuckkkk”

“That’s it, Peach. Take my cock down that beautiful throat of yours and I’ll give you what you want.” His fingers slide under my bun, pulling my hair at the root, guiding my head at the speed he wants. One more click and the vibrator is going at the same pace as my mouth.

His thighs tighten under my touch. A sure sign he’s getting close. This time when I come back up I lightly graze my teeth along his tip before sucking my cheeks in and taking him down to his base.

“Eve. I’m going to come. Pull off if you don’t—”

I don’t listen, I reach around, gripping his ass cheeks and holding him close to me.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He pants out.

The vibrator changes one more time and I’m so fucking sensitive the new pattern is going to send me over the edge into a blissful orgasm. “Come with me, Peach. Be a good girl and swallow me down while you come. I want to feel how wet you are for me after.”

He starts to shoot his own orgasm and I swallow him down. My fingernails dig into his ass cheeks as my own starts to ripple through my body. I moan through it, some of his cum dripping onto my chin.

I collapse back onto my legs, panting at the intensity of it all when we hear voices coming.

Hunter rushes to pull his pants back up and sits down on the ground next to me.

I’m still trembling on the ground as he pulls me close to him, the vibrator still working on a low setting, wringing every possible sensation from me it can.

When I lean into his arm, breathless, the vibrator finally stops.

“Shit. Hunter, that was… something else.”

He moves me so I’m sitting between his legs and leaning into his chest. Slipping his hands into my leggings, he removes the vibrator and runs his fingers across my sensitive as fuck clit.

When he pulls his fingers from me he sucks them into his mouth. “I knew you’d be soaking wet for me. I can’t wait to get you home.” Leaning over me, he captures my mouth with his. Kissing me until I feel like I’ve come back to earth. “Want that Peanut Butter and Jelly now?”

“Yes, please. Orgasms and food?” I pull out my phone, and open his contact. I add the last remaining letters back to his name. “All letters earned.”

“Fuck yeah. That mean your mine now?”

“I’ve always been yours, Hunter. But if you need a label, I’ll officially be your girlfriend now.” I grin like a Cheshire Cat.

I don’t get my sandwich. Instead he flips me over, pinning me to the rock slab and kissing me, showing me how happy he is.

Everything feels right being here with him. The something that was missing feels complete now.

Hunter Keaton is my boyfriend again, and everything is going to be different this time around.