Page 33 of Waiting for You (Balsam Cliffs #3)

I am beyond excited to go to Tidal Rose.

Anna, Margaret, Esther, the girls and I hit the Black Friday sales early this morning, and now we’re hitting all the small local shops for Christmas shopping.

Tidal Rose might be for my own personal shopping though.

I have been stalking her social media since Hunter bought me those gifts.

“Okay, this place looks adorable. How did you find it?” Willow asks.

“Hunter has bought me a couple gifts from here.” I say with a smile on my face.

Esther raises a brow at my response. “Gifts?”

“Oh not like that! He bought me an outfit for a surprise date. Then he bought me a new hiking outfit that I mentioned I had liked from her social media.” I swat at Esther’s shoulder. She is a dirty old bird.

The bell above the door dings with our arrival, and if it didn’t the noise level of this boisterous group would certainly announce our arrival.

“Oh my gosh! She’s finally here! Hello, my love! I’m so glad to meet you.” A tiny woman runs out from behind the counter and beelines it straight to me. She wraps me in a hug, then pulls back holding me by my shoulders. “I’m Hazel, the owner. Hunter has told me so much about you. Where is he?”

I stare at her, shocked by the sudden affection attack from this woman. “Uh… I… He…”

“Hi! I’m Hunter’s Mom, Anna Keaton.” That gets her the same treatment.

“We just love Hunter to bits!” The tiny woman announces.

“How do you know my son?” Anna questions her.

“Oh dear. He hasn’t told you about me has he?” She looks right at me.

“I mean, I knew about the boutique. He didn’t tell me that he was talking about me, or that you knew who I was.”

“I’m so sorry. I should have introduced myself before I just jumped on you. I own the boutique. Hunter did a build out for us, and added an office at the back for my husband. Everything you see was done by Hunter.”

“Oh! I remember him telling me about this!” Emma exclaims. “He showed me some of your stuff before you opened and I just never made it here because I was still in college.”

“Well I’m just tickled pink you’re here now! What do I owe the pleasure of this shopping experience?”

“I’ve been stalking your pages and I’m just obsessed with everything you post so I wanted to come in and see it for myself.” I announce.

“Well you ladies enjoy, have fun looking around, the dressing rooms are right over here and if you need anything let me know. Can I interest anyone in champagne?”

A resounding yes, please comes from all of us.

Hazel leans in to me. “I’ve got some naughty stuff for you that I noticed Hunter eyeing the last time he was in here if you’re interested. I hope he put that vibrator to good use.” She winks, but my cheeks heat. “Oooh looks like my boy knows what he’s doing. I’ll pack up that outfit for ya.”

Before I can ask what outfit, or protest, she’s off and running to get champagne. I don’t argue. If Hunter was looking at it, I can guess what it is. I just hope Anna doesn’t see it, that would be mortifying.

Walking around, I find the Christmas dress that I was obsessed with online.

Grabbing my size I beeline it to the dressing room.

I can’t wait to see it on. The hunter green velvet material feels soft as I rub it between my fingers.

Sliding it over my head, the deep square neckline plunges between my breasts, showcasing some serious cleavage.

The slit up to my thigh shows my toned legs with the fabric gracing the floor.

The sleeves are long and cover part of my hands.

Honestly I look like a goddess, but I have no clue where I’d wear this dress. I just love it.

Pulling the curtain open, I grab Violet and Emma’s attention.

“Hey, what do you guys think?” I step out, showing the girls.

“Hot damn. You need that. Right now.” Violet says.

“But where will I wear it?”

“Honey it doesn’t even matter. That dress was designed for you.” Hazel sing-songs on her way by.

Emma taps her chin, thinking of somewhere. “Oh! What about the dinner Rome is hosting?”

“Rome is hosting a dinner?” I raise a brow questioning what the hell she’s talking about.

“Yeah, remember? Saturday night of the festival, after the brew-off. He’s hosting that fancy five course meal.

Hunt bought you…” She stops talking, her eyes wide.

“Oh shit. I just realized he probably got those as a surprise. Pretend to be surprised but trust me and buy the dress!” She runs off to find Anna.

“You need that dress. I agree.” Violet smiles at me before I head back in to change into my clothes.

Hanging the dress up on the hanger once more, I smile knowing what Hunter is planning. I wonder if he’ll buy me an outfit though. I will need to talk to Hazel about this. She seems to dress me for all Hunter’s surprises.

My phone rings from my purse and I pull it out, instantly regretting my choice.

Neil: You need to come home next week. There’s a holiday party for my office with a lot of potential clients and donors for your father’s campaign. You’ll need to be there.

Me: I’m not coming home Neil. We are over. Find someone else. You and Daddy need to move on.

Neil: Listen, you were cute at first. But now your father is blocked on your phone and I’m having to deal with this. I don’t have time for it. Come. Home.

Me: No. You wanted to get into bed with him so bad, I hope you enjoy it.

Opening his contact, I block him. He doesn’t get the chance for me to delete his letters. I just want nothing to do with him.

I shove my phone back in my purse, ready to enjoy my day with the girls.

“What’s the verdict, pretty girl?” Hazel asks when I step out.

“Well. Have you talked to Hunter? There’s going to be a five course fancy meal and someone might have let it slip that he bought tickets as a surprise.” I fidget with my hands. Hating that I’m expecting him to buy this dress.

“Oh, matter of fact he did call me this morning but I got distracted. Want me to hold it for him?” A sly smile crosses her face.

“I mean, if he doesn’t ask you for it, can I leave you my credit card number? I just don’t want to ruin the surprise. He loves it. It makes him so happy to just show up with a bag from you. And I love how happy it makes him.”

She winks, taking the dress from me. “You got it.”

“Thanks, Hazel.”

Knowing that Hunter loves to take care of me like this is my new favorite thing about him. He’s always been attentive. But I can’t even name another man who plans whole ass dates right down to the outfit. And I love that I have that with Hunter.

I just love Hunter.

The girls and I shopped so long it’s pitch black when I pull up to Hunter’s house. Smoke billows out of the chimney in the moonlight and I’m excited to curl up with him on the couch by the fire.

Pushing open the door I’m met with darkness, only the glow of the fireplace to light the room.

Stepping in, I toe off my boots on the mat and put my bags down on the bench. What is this man planning?

Walking further into the quiet house, there is no sign of Hunter anywhere. What the hell?

Suddenly, I feel arms wrap around my waist and one snakes around to cover my mouth. Just as the panic starts to settle in, Hunter’s scent of sawdust and musk take over.

“Be a good girl, and don’t make a sound.” He pushes behind me, leading me into the living room. I nod silently.

Spinning me in his arms, he pushes me gently down on the couch. “Are you going to listen to everything I say?”

A smile from ear to ear breaks out on my face. I only nod because I was instructed to not make a sound. He stands before me in nothing but a pair of unbuttoned jeans.

Bending down, he takes off my socks, climbing back up my body and undoing the button on my jeans. “Lift.” He taps at my hips. I oblige and he pulls my jeans down my legs, discarding them off to the side.

His hands run along my inner thighs and I feel like I could combust from the unknown of what will come next.

A surge of disappointment goes through me when he keeps moving and grabs the hem of my shirt, pulling it up and over my head.

I’m left bare to him except for the dusty rose lace that covers me.

Standing he bites his bottom lip as he takes me in. He pulls a ribbon out of his jeans pocket. “On your knees, Peach.”

I slowly slide off the couch and onto the floor, dropping to my knees before his silhouette in the light of the fire.

“Hands in your lap. Eyes closed.” He wraps the cool satin around my eyes, blindfolding me.

Butterflies swirl in my belly. This is so different from the Hunter I’m used to, and I love it. The unknown has me excited and not being able to see what’s next is a thrill.

“Come up on your knees, part those pretty lips for me.” Doing as he says I part my lips letting my bottom lip drop open.

The head of his cock rubs against my lips, his precum leaving a salty trail. I instinctively open my mouth wider, waiting for him to push inside me. “Are you needy for me, Peach? You want to suck my cock with those pretty lips of yours?”

I nod slowly. But instead of his cock he takes my face in his hands, kissing me instead. He whispers, “If this is too much you stop me.”

“It’s not.” I let out a breathy moan at the intimacy.

He lets me go and I hear his jeans hit the floor in front of me. The small rush of wind from the fall hits my knees. “Open wide.”

His cock pushes in at my lips and I greedily open for him, licking the tip. Hands thread in my hair, holding me in place. He pushes into my mouth slowly, savoring every inch I take with a satisfied moan. Hollowing my cheeks I suck him in further when he begins to thrust.

“Fuck, Peach. You take my cock like such a good girl,” he grits out and I know he’s holding back on me. I take a risk of not listening to him and reach out to follow his thigh up to cup his balls in my palm. Giving them a gentle squeeze when he hits the back of my throat.

When he doesn’t stop me, I bring up the other hand to grip the base of his cock, meeting my mouth thrust for thrust.

“Fucckkk,” he growls out into the quiet space.

Before I can do anything else, I’m pulled up off the floor and tossed onto the couch like a ragdoll.

The couch dips underneath me and my ass is hauled up to his face.

He rips my barely there lace thong off with his teeth.

My legs are thrown over his shoulders. I shudder at the feeling of his scruff kissing his way up my thighs.

My skin pebbles from my head to my toes.

A moan leaves my lips involuntarily when his tongue makes contact with my clit. I swear the blindfold makes every touch from him more sensitive. I feel like I could combust right here from the few passes he’s made.

“Let go, Peach. Come on my face and you can have my cock fill you up for another.”

“Oh, God, Hunter.” He nips at my clit and I’m done. My orgasm pulses around his tongue.

Before it finishes he drops me to his lap and thrusts deep inside me. “Goddammit, Peach.” He rips the blindfold off. “I need to see you when you come on my cock and I fill you up.”

The pad of his thumb finds my sensitive as fuck clit as he thrusts in and out of me. The heat from the fire almost feels unbearable on my skin and everything is heightened from the blindfold and surprise of it all.

My orgasm feels continuous, like it never actually stopped to the point I’d give anything for some relief from his touch but he’s not stopping and I’m not asking.

“Hunter, please, I need…” He presses on my clit and causes me to buck off the couch. “Shit. Deeper. Please.”

Hauling me by my ass he plunges as deep as he can, his cock hitting my G spot from this angle. I hear the screams coming from my mouth but I have no control of my own body anymore. The orgasm that’s about to hit has me in an out of body experience.

“Come with me, Peach. Now.” One last slam into my pussy and he’s pulsating inside of me, and for the first time I come to the thought of his baby finding its way to me.

“Shit, Hunt, shit, shit, shit.” My thighs squeeze his waist like he’s going to be able to keep me from floating away as the biggest orgasm I’ve ever had takes over every bone in my body.

Collapsing on top of me I can feel him slip out, our orgasms sticky and dripping down my thigh.

“Goddamn, Peach. What the fuck are you reading?” He pants out.

“What?” My brain hasn’t returned to functioning yet.

“I read that book you were reading about kidnapping, and I wanted to recreate it, but fuck that was amazing. What are we reading next?”

I giggle at his admission. “I have a few recommendations, but I think I need to recover from this one first. That was an excellent recreation.”

“I don’t smoke, but shit, I need a cigarette.” Hunter laughs.

“I don’t have any cigarettes, but I did stop and get us pastries from Sweet Violets. Can I interest you in a pizza and then some dessert?”

He searches on the floor for his phone, pulling it out and dialing the pizza place. He places an order for a supreme and a white pizza. “It’ll be here in thirty. Wanna get clean with me?”

“You mean you want to get dirty again?” I laugh at his tenacity.

“We’ll see. I’m not opposed to the idea, I just want to take care of you. I feel like that was rough, and I didn’t love being so mean.” He places kisses on my stomach by turning his head into my skin.

“I didn’t hate it.” I admit.

“Is that so? You like that dark mafia shit, huh? I think we could probably work that in.”

He stands, scooping me up and running me to the shower.