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I kiss her fiercely, then give her the reward she deserves. My good fucking girl. "Hunter Warren, baby." Her blush turns ashen in a matter of seconds. Confusion makes me furrow my brows. I know her reaction can't be because we've messed around with each other before. I'd remember her.
She rubs my jaw. "I see it now. You have her eyes."
Chapter 3
Running Away
To say I'm shocked would be an understatement. However, will the fact that she’s my stepsister change my mind? Nah. I'm in too deep. -Hunter
Hunter
Okay. Things just got weird. She can't meanher."Whose eyes?" She gulps, then moves her mouth several times. However, each time she’s unsuccessful with forming any words. Whatever it is, it can't be good. "It's okay. Talk to me, beautiful."
Her voice is low, but I make out the words all the same. "I'm your stepsister, Hunter. Liliane is married to my dad."
With that simple explanation my mind turns into an absolute clusterfuck. So many thoughts crowd in. Like, the story I was told about my mother abandoning me hits first. The verbal abuse I've sustained from my father because of what her absence turned him into. "What the actual fuck?"
She readjusts her jumpsuit and backs away from me. Panic settles in, I don't want her to think my abruptness was directed at her. That's not the case, it's definitely towards Liliane. “Please, don't think I'm upset with you. I'm just in a total state of shock."
She nods, then mumbles her agreement. "You and me both. Of all the damn guys in the world. My freaking stepbrother."I zip my pants back up, needing to give myself time to adjust to this new information. My dream girl is my damn stepsister! Why?! Reaching for her hand, I place it on my chest.At least she doesn't move away from me, only stands there trying to look anywhere but me. Nothing about our newfound relationship has changed my mind about her. Fuck Liliane.
"What's your name?" I ask.
Her weary eyes finally meet mine. After seeing my amused expression, the line of her jaw sets stubbornly. "Hunter, that wasn't a part of the bargain, but honestly, we can never do this again anyway. So, you don't need to know my name unless it's at a family reunion."
The hell I don't. However, my lips do quirk ever so slightly at her joke. "Yeah, that doesn't work for me, Fun Size." She places her hands on her perfectly shaped hips as if daring me to say anything else. My nickname in elementary school was Dare, because I'd never back down from one. "Cat got your tongue, beautiful?"
She's a feisty one when backed in the corner. When it appears like she's going to bolt I place both arms at her sides blocking her in. Not happening. "Don't tell me your name then, but you better believe I'll find it out. Where you go, that's where I'll be. You're going to see my face everywhere, until you quit being so damn stubborn and stop fighting the chemistry that we have together. It's explosive. After one taste I know I'll be hooked."
She's quiet as we walk back to the Hockey House hand in hand. I've said my peace and given her fair warning of what's in store. Every word that passed through my lips was the truth. I'll find out who she is, figure out her routines, get to know her or die trying. She will be mine and fuck my mom or anyone else that has a problem with it.
As we arrive back into the thick of the party, the crowd goes wild as a new DJ takes the makeshift stage. Sex and sweat permeates through the air, excitement is on every face. Except for mine. Fun-Size tries to give me a hug goodbye so that she can find her friend. Alone. But no bueno, beautiful. Until I pass her off,she will remain at my side. Possessive and asshole are two of my best attributes.
"Are you sure you want to leave?" I ask because I hope she's changed her mind.
She nods. "I'm done for the night, Hunter."
"Are you sure your friend didn't bolt?" I ask with a shrug. If she did then I can take her home. It'll make my quest to find out the details about her all the easier.
After shooting me a go to hell look, she stands on her tip toes to get a better look over the crowd. Which amuses the shit out of me, because, well, she's fun sized. I walk her over to the bar. She lets out a tiny scream when I place her ass on the countertop. If so, many eyes weren't on us, this would be going very differently.She shivers as I whisper in her ear. "I don't know what she looks like and you're too short, baby. Stand up there so you can get a better look."
She seems almost embarrassed of what I've told her to do. Her cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink. The color reminds me of the pink Starburst candy. That's everyone's favorite flavor including mine. Speaking of food, if the smell of her arousal was anything to go by then I'll never want to stop eating her pussy.
Ever the gentleman, I offer her my hand so that she can finish the climb up to the top. She stands there timidly at first but gives up worrying about what others will think. In that moment, she looks every bit the Queen. This girl will be my new obsession, I almost feel sorry for her because my personality can be a bit much. Once I want something I go after it like a shark.It's that instinct that has made me such a good hockey player all these years.
I'm not a sadist nor a glutton for punishment, if she wasn't interested in me at all then I wouldn't waste my time. However, Fun-Size wants me almost as bad as I want her. It's in her body language, and in the way she looks at me.My eyes don't depart from her thick thighs. I have to stop myself from grabbing my dick through my jeans. This view almost has me at full capacity again. Rubbing my hands up her calves make goosebumps pop up on her legs. Lost in this moment with her is the best thing that's happened to me in recent months. It's almost like our souls know each other.
Only when I finally notice the asshole standing next to me do my eyes veer from her delectable body.Pushing him out of the way, I stand at my full height. He wants to retaliate at first, until he sees the menacing glare on my face. I wish a motherfucker would. He backs up with his palms up in surrender. I flick him off moving my eyes back up to my girl.Her eyes roll back in her head. My only answer is first a shrug, then a smile. Holding out my hand, I help her down to the floor. I don't resist the urge to slide her body slowly against mine before seating her down.
***
The harder I try to resist him the more he has me questioning all my reasons I want him to stay away.
-Lynx
From on top of the bar I can see everything from here. I search for Selene in every nook and cranny, eventually spotting her in the upper right corner of the dance floor. The smirk on my face grows because she's grinding on some poor sap that's boundto be devastated when she doesn't fall back in love with him. Bless his heart.
He's a blonde Adonis that looks vaguely familiar, but I can only see part of his face from this angle. Like he hears my internal conversation he turns giving me full view of his face. It's her bastard Montgomery of an ex. He must have followed us here. My daddy always said to never say you hated someone but surely that doesn't count against fuck boys who broke your best friend's heart. I don't know if she'll ever realize it or not but she's too good to be a side piece that his family won't ever accept. However, it's their loss. By the way, she's swooning, they’ll be back together for a few months then he’ll dump her again for somebody that daddy Montgomery wants him to date. It's such a vicious cycle, maybe she's forgotten that. No time like the present to remind her. Without taking my eyes off of my enemy, I hold my hand down so that Hunter can help me off of the countertop. However, his help never comes. One of his large hands is still sprawled across my leg, so I know he hasn't left. Looking down, makes me almost laugh. However, I roll my eyes instead.
