Page 3 of His Curvy Woman

Chapter 2

Hunter Stone

I knew coming back home was goingto be hard. After all, I left behind the people that meant everything to me, and I didn’t get the chance to tell them where I was going or why. Okay, that’s a lie, I told Ramsey I was leaving but made him swear not to tell a soul. Now that I’m back, I’m not going to waste this opportunity. I had the chance to go anywhere and be anyone when I left WITSEC. While my parents stayed in Arizona, living their new lives, I knew exactly where I was headed. Ever since I left Emerald Isle, North Carolina, when I was a teenager, I’ve been making plans to make it back here. Seven long years of being away, and I’m finally back.

I spent years keeping tabs on the Grant family over social media. At first, I just missed home and the people who were like a family to me. As the years went by, I started paying closer attention to Whitley’s pages, though. While I didn’t get to be here when she went to her first homecoming dance or scored a home run when her softball team went to regionals, I silently cheered her on from afar. As she grew up and turned into a woman, my interest in her turned into something I never expected, desire. Now I don’t go more than a few hours without checking on her. I know everything that she’s shown the world, now it’s time for me to learn what she’s kept from them.

“I’ve joined your brother and your dad at the Emerald Isle Fire Department,” I answer Whitley proudly.

Over the years, I’ve studied Whitley’s facial expressions in her photographs. I’ve seen her happy, and I’ve seen her sad. I’ve seen her laughing and even frustrated. I’ve never seen the look she’s wearing right now, and for a moment it makes me nervous. Does she not want me here? Is this an unwelcome surprise? Then she tries to hold it back but can’t, and a huge smile breaks free across her face.

“You’re really back?” She leans in close and whispers. The whole world fades, and it's only her and I. I lean my forehead against hers. “Yeah, Lee, I’m back for always.”

Then, like the world always does, it breaks into the moments that are meant to be savored.

“And who is this?” A woman asks, sitting down beside me. She runs an unwelcome hand up my right arm and squeezes my bicep. “I’m Avery. Julia, you didn’t tell me about this one.” The busty brunette, wearing entirely too much makeup, says while trying to accentuate her barely-there cleavage.

“This is our friend Hunter, Avery. He just got back to town.” Ramsey offers and I glare at him, making him laugh. He knows the score, I told him the first night I got to town what would be happening with Whitley and I. At first, he laughed and thought I was joking. Eventually, he caught on and sobered up quickly. I’m not messing around when it comes to what I want.

“No wonder I haven’t met you yet. We should-”

“No. I’m not interested.” I push back from the table and stand, Avery’s hand drops from my arm, and she gives me a shocked look. The woman has probably never been turned down in her life, judging by the expression on her face. I could care less. The only person I want touching me is Whitley. “Whitley, do you want to dance?” I ask.

Whitley looks from me to Avery and then back to me. I hold my hand out for her, and she takes it. Her hand is soft and small in my much larger one, and our eyes connect. There’s an awareness here, pulsing between us. I pull her to her feet and walk us out to the dance floor where a fast country song plays. All around us people dance and sing to the song playing loudly, but my Whitley looks nervous, maybe unsure of herself. This isn’t the woman I’ve been watching grow up for the past seven years. She fiddles with the hem of her tank top and stares down at the floor. I’m not much better off.

Ride by Chase Rice comes on and all of the uncertainty in this moment disappears. I’ve listened to this song many times, envisioning Whitley and I together. Grabbing Whitley’s hand, I place it on my chest and wrap my arms around her waist. Slowly, I start to sway to the side, back and forth, until finally, Whitley starts moving with me.

She looks up at me with a smile, but then fumbles and steps on my feet. She shakes her head and tries pulling away from me, but I don’t let her go. “Hunter, I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“Sure, you do, we’re dancing.”

She smiles and the two dimples I’ve been dreaming about for years show on her face as she rolls her eyes. “That’s not what I meant.”

“Whitley, just move with me, baby. Follow my lead, and I promise not to let you fall. Can you do that?”

When she nods, I twirl her around in front of me and dip her back, then pull her back up. Her eyes are locked on mine. She’s asking me a hundred questions that I’m not ready to answer. I need this. I need her in front of me, just like this. Our bodies are moving, and our eyes are doing the talking.

Whitley slides her hands up my arms, over my shoulders, and down my chest until she wraps her arms around my middle and her big tits press against my front. Fuck, she’s going to kill me. “Perfect, baby. Just like this.” I murmur against her hair.

We dance through the song and into another, all the while my hands are gripping her hips and pressing her as close to me as I can get her. For years I imagined what it would be like to have her with me like this, but it was never a reality. Six months ago, when the call came in saying we could have our lives back, Whitley was my endgame, in a way she always had been.

Eventually, the song changes to something faster than we’re moving to and Whitley pulls away from me. She checks her watch and makes a weird face then looks back up at me. “I should probably get going. I have to work in the morning.” She turns and walks toward the table that our group of friends are sitting at. That isn’t what I wanted to hear, but at least I got to see her; feel her against me. “I’ll walk you to your car,” I say after catching up to her.

She shakes her head, no. “Actually, I came with Ramsey. I’m just going to get my clutch and order an Uber.”

“That’s not necessary. I’ll drive you home.”

“Hunter, it’s really not a big deal. I do this all the time.”

“Ramsey doesn’t make sure you get home safe?” I bark.

Whitley looks at me like I’m crazy. “He’s usually sharing the Uber with me, Hunter. He’s not working tomorrow, and I am. Hence I’m leaving earlier than he is.”

Whitley grabs her clutch from the table, then says her goodbyes. “Ramsey, boys, I’m heading out. Ladies, it was nice to meet you all. Hope to see you again.”

The girls barely pay Whitley any attention, but James and Trevor say goodnight before going back to discussing the Atlanta Braves game. Ramsey looks from Whitley to me and raises one of his brows in question. I roll my eyes. “You good to go Whit?” He asks her as she stands there with her arms crossed, and her eyes narrowed on him.

I wrap my arm around her shoulders and pull her close to my side. “I’m driving Whitley home. I’ll have her text you once she gets there safely.” I say, answering before she can.

---