The Distraction

Untitled Part 10

"You look wiped, Aut." I'm wiping the kitchen counter after breakfast whenshe comes downstairs and sits at the island. It's not a camp day, and since it'smiserably rainy, the girls are upstairs playing semi-peacefully. Autumn, whousually stays in her office from 9 to 5 like clockwork, sits with her cup ofcoffee pushed in front of her, her head on the marble. She lifts it, placing herfingers to her temple, her arm braced on the counter. "Anything I can do tohelp?""Just tired. And drained, physically and emotionally. I saw Dad last night.Mentioned that Hunter still hasn't come by. It's been four weeks for fuck'ssake. He's here to be closer to him, but he's always closed up in that room,working.""Ron mentioned the same to me last time I dropped off his Bingocookies," I say, grabbing my cup and standing across the island from her."It makes no sense to me. Why come at all?""Look, I can't speak to where his mind is, but I was talking to him lastweek and he told me a bit about the business your father invested in that wentbad. He's got a lot of guilt around it. I think he has some grand plan ofproving himself with Beaten Path to make your dad proud.""What a fucking moron. Even you know Dad is so incredibly proud ofwhat he's done. There's nothing he needs to prove. Fuck, even if he hadn'tgrown a damn empire, he'd be proud. Hunter's entire adult life has beenspent working, never actually enjoying what he's built because he's so busytrying to make up for what he sees as some grave mistake. A mistake that noone holds against him.""I told him that, but he won't see reason. Autumn, I think he believes onsome level Ron being sick is because of the stress he put him through.""Oh, Hunter. He's always trying to solve problems that aren't there andtake care of people without taking care of himself." I nod in agreement. "Likesomeone else I know." She pokes my arm, and I roll my eyes, but otherwiseignore her accusation.After a few minutes of quiet, each of us lost in our own thoughts, Autumnbreaks the silence. "So my brother, huh?" she says with a smile. Panicking,my face burns, trying to figure out how to answer."What?" I squeak out, "Oh God, no. No Autumn, nothing is happeningthere. I'm here most of the day, and the girls adore him. We just cross paths alot. That's all." She looks at me skeptically, a disbelieving light in her eyes.She's using her talent to sort out lies with a simple look on me, a talent I'msure all wonderful moms have. A long beat passes while she stares at me"You know I wouldn't care, right Han?'' Her voice is soft. "You could begood for him, you know. And he you. If something happened.""Nothing to care about, Aut. Just had a drink together after the kids wentto bed and talked. Went hiking together. Nothing special.""Alright, Hannah, whatever you say." She's still looking at me, eyessearching, trying to determine where the truth lies with her secret x-ray momvision. "Okay, I need a change of scenery. I'm headed to Rise and Grind towork from there. My mind is too scrambled today.""No prob, enjoy! Let me know if you want me to get anything started fordinner, I say, heading upstairs to mediate the brawl I can hear brewing, I'meager to escape this conversation making my mind go places that aren't safefor my heart.LATER I'M scooping cookie dough onto baking sheets when muscular armsdusted with dark hair wrap around me from behind. Lips hit my neck andHunter's smokey, smooth voice breathes into my hair. "Those lookdelicious."The girls are scattered at sleepovers with friends, while Steve takesAutumn to a last-minute overnight in the city to help de-stress her. Nightswith no one here aren't common, but when they happen, it's quiet andpeaceful. Except, now I'm not alone."Hey." I turn my head to meet him for a kiss. It's sweet and soft, a brushof lips as a greeting. Home and comfort, not sex and desire. It's something Ican't remember if I've ever felt from another man, making the conversation Ihad with Autumn this morning whisper in my ear again.Pulling back, he looks around. "Do you have any finished baking?" Ipoint to the cooling rack where two dozen fresh chocolate chip cookies aresitting."Just one, though, I need them for tomorrow." Grabbing my scoop, I getback to filling up the lined trays.He comes back, a cookie stuffed in his mouth and another in his hand,making me roll my eyes. "Do you ever listen?" A small smile is playing onmy lips though, since I kind of love that he digs my cookies."I listen when it benefits me. Like when you're moaning and telling meto-" I slam my hand over his mouth, looking around to make sure there are nolittle ears around."Hunter!" I laugh, remembering that everyone is out for the night."You're the worst.""That's not what you said last night." He winks as he reaches for anothercookie."Stop, you thief!" I slap his hand away with my spatula. "Those are forbingo night! Your dad and the other grumpy old men will kill me if they'reshort." Hunter puts the cookie down like it burned him and leans on thecounter, looking at his feet. A heavy silence hangs between us for a fewmoments."Are... are you mad at me?""For taking my dad cookies? God, I'm not that big of a dick, Hannah. Ofcourse not, my dad deserves all the cookies he can get." His voice highlightsthe delicate balance he's been keeping.I smile softly at him, knowing his struggle. "You know, you could comewith me tomorrow," I say, looking away and scooping. "I'm sure he'd love tosee you."Deciding to take the shot, I go for the full gusto, remembering howstressed Autumn looked and how Ron clearly misses his son. "Autumn saysyou haven't gone to see him yet." The words come quieter like I'm a branchand he's a balloon stuck in a tree. One wrong move and he'll burst. Turningto look at him, it's clear it was a poor choice. His entire body has locked, jawtense, teeth grinding."Oh, so you're gossiping with my sister about me now? Weren't you theone that insisted my sister can't know about us?" he says, the words comingout like a whip, anger burning in his eyes. Shock pours over me like a bucketof ice-cold water. It's clear he wasn't excited to talk about his dad. But whereis this shit coming from with not telling Autumn - wasn't he cool with that?Hadn't we had the conversation that until we knew for sure we'd keep her inthe dark?And, shit, isn't he the one who isn't sure? The one who's hesitating, whowon't commit to anything more?"I - I'm sorry, Hunter. I meant nothing by it. I wasn't gossiping, I swear.Autumn brought it up to me the other morning, completely unprompted. Itwould have been weirder if I didn't join the conversation.""Yeah, and I'm sure you couldn't resist throwing gas on that fire. Fuck,Hannah, I'm getting enough shit from my sister. Even Steve's getting on myass lately. I don't need it from you, too.""I said I'm sorry, Hunter. I was just asking if you wanted to come withme. It might be easier. Less stress with a buffer." I'm starting to get annoyednow, the icy shock melting to a warm burn of frustration."I don't need anyone worrying about my stress level, Hannah.""That's not what I meant. I just meant it might be easier to go if you'rewith an impartial person. I know how hard this is for you -""What do you know, Hannah? You roll yourself so thick up in bubblewrap to avoid any kind of conflict, working so hard to make sure everyone ishappy at the expense of yourself. How about we analyze that, huh? Whenwas the last time you made yourself happy, not the girls or Sadie or the kidsat the Center or my fucking sister?" he says, and now it's clear. There isn'tonly anger in his voice. Hidden behind it are hurt and fear, frustration, andmaybe even a dash of concern. For who? Me?Either way, there's no excuse for how he's acting."Okay, that's unnecessary. You don't need to be mean and spiteful. Igenuinely asked a simple question. If you don't want to come, that's fine. Iwasn't pressuring you, I made a simple suggestion. I won't stand by and letyou make me feel like a pushy bitch." I'm so embarrassed and angry andworst of all, deep down, hurt. My eyes water and I need to get out of thisroom that's suffocating me.I move to walk away, deciding to finish the cookies later. But before I getfar, Hunter grabs my wrist, tugging me back to him and into his arms. A tearfalls, and though I refuse to meet his eyes, it drops onto his grey shirt, leavinga dark spot we both stare at."Oh, baby, I'm so sorry. God, I'm a dick. I'm so stressed with this newlocation at work and Autumn busting my balls. I took it out on you and that'snot cool." I'm quiet, not knowing what to say. What am I doing here? Whatam I doing with this man? I told myself I'd keep my heart out of it, have funand enjoy whatever he can give me, but fuck, is it too late? I'm in so deepalready. Me, the girl who refuses to fall unless it's forever. In deep with theman who can't have a distraction."Hannah, baby, look at me. I didn't mean what I said. I get why you'recautious. I get why you don't want to tell Autumn. I can't promise I can giveyou what you need and you need to protect yourself from that. Of course, youdo. And you need to protect Sara and Rosie from that letdown, too." His handis on my chin, a soft touch with work-roughened fingers. Fingers that I've feltall over my body, fingers that have shown me adoration and pleasure."That wasn't nice, Hunter," I mumble, still not looking at him,embarrassment and shame still roiling in my stomach."Fuck, I know, Han." He sounds relieved that I spoke, relieved that Ihaven't run yet. I wonder if he'd let me if I tried. "Work is overwhelming. Igot a call today and things are a shit show. I'm gonna have to leave for a fewdays to go back to the city and I know Autumn is going to give me shit. Itook it out on you and that's not okay. Do you hear me? What happened isnot okay." I'm looking at him now, seeing the exhaustion and stress on hisstricken face. God, this man. I wish he would stop and see what we all see -the success, the drive, the worthiness. Instead, he sees a mistake that needs tobe fixed. My heart breaks for him, over and over again."You're a dick. And you're right - it was not okay. But I'll forgive you.This time," I say with a small smile and a sniffle, turning so I'm completelyengulfed in his arms, cuddling into him. His warmth seeps through ourclothes and into my skin, building back that bubble of safety and... home."I'm serious. You're allowed to talk to me about things, ask me aboutwhat's going on. Accusing you of gossiping with Autumn was wrong. Youwouldn't do that. Then throwing it back in your face? That's unacceptable.""It's fine, I get it. You're stressed.""Not an excuse." God, this man. A small part of me is screaming to dowhatever I can to keep him, to make him mine, to argue with and make upwith, to grow with forever."It isn't, you're right. But you've apologized and recognized the issue.""How can I make it up to you?" His voice drops an octave, making itwarm and seductive. His hand finds a lock of hair that's fallen from my bunand gently tucks it behind my ear."I don't know. What do you have in mind?""What I'd really like to do is fuck you right on this island." It comes outas a low rumble and the hand around my waist pulls me in tighter until we'reflush against each other."Hunter!" I say, laughing because the idea is absurd. Still, as I attempt topull away and finish my cookies, it's impossible to ignore the clenching ofmy core at the mental image."Or maybe just lay you out on top and eat you out until you scream myname." He's holding tight, making moving away impossible, and staringstraight into my eyes. The warmth of his brown eyes is quickly deepeninginto a full blazing fire, ready to consume me. As his hand on my waist liftsjust enough to brush a thumb along the underside of my breast, my breathbecomes quiet and thin..."Hunter, come on." My voice is breathy, so much so I don't recognize it."Maybe I should just kiss you and see what happens.""Hunt-" His lips are on mine before I can finish my protest, but I have noobjections. My need for this man is inexhaustible. My body is constantlycharged around him, waiting for him to make his move. He kisses me andkisses me until all the breath leaves my lungs. I'm already gasping andwrithing and his hands haven't even touched my skin. Need is bubbling upinside, a need that terrifies me with its intensity.Hunter's hands go from my waist to under my arms, lifting me up andplacing my bottom on the cool marble island. "Hunter, what are you doing?"I ask, panting."Hips up baby," he says, his fingers creeping under the waistband of myleggings at the hips. Oh God, oh God, oh God! Leaning back onto the palmsof my hands, I do as I'm told, allowing him to slowly peel the tight leggingsoff my body, hooking his fingers in my lacy panties and dragging them downtogether."Already ready for me," he whispers to himself, dragging one thick fingerup my slit and spreading my wetness around my clit. "Guess I'll have to takecare of this.""Yeah," I breathe. His finger is lazily dragging up, down, up, around,over and over, driving me insane. So gentle, never entering, teasing meslowly. And then, without warning, he looks in my eye and thrusts twofingers in my pussy, making me arch my back in sheer pleasure."You're so fucking wet. Is this all for me?" I've learned Hunter has adirty mouth during sex and, God, I love it. Each word drives me higher andsometimes I'm convinced I could come from his words alone. I nod, knowingfrom experience he wants me to answer. His thick fingers continue to pistonin and out, faster, then slower, then fast again, occasionally brushing a thumbover my clit and making me whimper."Hunter," I moan. "I need more." I'm squirming, already on the edge, soturned on by him, by what he's doing to my body. My hand slips under myshirt and my thin bra, pinching my hard nipple to try and relieve some kind ofpressure."Okay, baby, I'll take care of you, don't worry." His head drops until he'sface to face with my pussy, stroking his nose on my wet, swollen clit. "Jesus,I love this. Such a pretty pussy you have, honey, and it's all mine." His wordssend another shot down my spine, heat blooming there, already so close."All yours, Hunter," I moan, my mind in hyper-drive. His eyes meet mineone last time, fire flaring, his pupils dilating with hunger.And then, just like he promised, he devours me. First with his mouthcovering my clit, gentle licks and soft sucking, and then moving his fingersand replacing them with his tongue. In and out his tongue goes, going deep,tasting me, teasing me. His thumbs pull me, holding me open so his tonguecan go even deeper, his nose can dig into my clit. Dropping to my elbows,my face shoots to the ceiling as I moan loudly, panting and bucking againsthis tongue.Hunter moans against my pussy, vibrating up my core, causing my bodyto quake. I'm so gloriously close. "This cunt, so fucking sweet, God, Hannah.I'm gonna suck your clit again and you're going to come in my mouth." Hesays this, looking up at me, his mouth coated in my wet, eyes hooded.Nodding, I moan again as he puts three fingers in me this time, pumpinghard, and then his entire mouth goes over my clit.One strong suck and a scrape of his teeth and I'm screaming, backarched, spasming on his fingers and gushing into his mouth, unable to get airinto my lungs. My vision goes black, white stars shooting across and bolts ofpleasure shoot through me. It's the most intense orgasm of my life.What could be moments or days later, after he continues to slowly lickme, absorbing my aftershocks, I come back to earth. Hunter steps back tolook at his handy work as I shake and shiver, still moaning gently. And it'sthen I see at some point he undid his pants and is now jacking himself,staring at my exposed body on display. I moan again, already ready for more,already ready for him again."Fuuuuck," he groans, watching as I take a finger and circle my clit, thenmy entrance, begging him silently to give us both what we want. Instead oftaking me right there though, he bends, putting a shoulder into my belly,standing and carrying me upstairs, my head facing his back."Where are we going?""My room so I can get you in my bed." He trails a hand up my inner thighto play with the wet that's now dripping down my leg.He opens a door and kicks it shut before placing me on my feet. Iimmediately drop to my knees, pulling his pants and underwear down anddive in, taking his entire cock in my mouth without hesitation."Jesus, Hannah," he groans, putting his hands in my hair, gently pressingme forward and back to guide me. Flattening my tongue to rub along theunderside, I use a hand to grab his balls gently, teasing and tugging and hemoans incoherently. I'm drooling around his dick but my pussy is drippingjust as much, something I learn when my hand slides down to touch myself."Are you-? Fuck, so hot, finger that cunt for me, baby," he says, staringdown at me as I look up, his cock in my mouth, my fingers in my pussy. I'mso wet that I start dripping down my fingers as I ride them, moaning aroundhim as he slips into my throat. "Fuuuck." Suddenly, he's gone from mymouth and I'm tossed on his bed. The sheets smell like his cologne andsweat, but there is no time to take anything else in as I strip off my shirt andbra.He goes to the bedside table, grabbing a condom before crawling up thebed, the wrapper between his teeth. Fuck, this man is sexy. He rips it openbefore stroking the latex onto his cock, his other hand on my tit, pinching andpulling at my nipple.Without another word, he's slamming into me, making my back arch anda scream rips out of my throat. He pounds in, grunting with each thrust as myhand trails down, rubbing my swollen clit. "So fucking sexy," he mumblesbefore pulling out completely.A whimper escapes me, but then I'm tossed, flipped over onto my belly. Istart to get on all fours before he puts pressure between my shoulders untilmy face is pressed to the mattress, my ass high and raised when he slams inagain. The angle is different and extreme, and the way I'm bent means it'stighter, more sensitive. With each thrust, a grunt is escaping my throat,animalistic and low.Unexpectedly, his thumb is on my asshole, circling the puckered fleshslowly, in contrast to the hard and fast attack that he's executing on the restof my body. I've never done anything like this, much less wanted it. But nowthat it's been offered, offered by Hunter, I'm rearing back, silently begginghim. He brings this out in me. This crazed, unleashed version."Do you want my thumb in your pretty asshole, Hannah?" he asks, hisdirty words sending another shot through me, getting me close again."Yes! God, yes!" I shout, taking his assault on my pussy, but needingmore. Without hesitation, his thumb is pressing in and out, just the tip, and Ishatter. I'm wailing, coming so hard, it's like an out of body experience,screaming his name, maybe going so far as to speak in another language, Ihave no clue.He keeps pumping, growling, slamming into me, and a few moments laterfollows me over the edge.-hunter-"OKAY, OPEN YOUR EYES." When I do, I see Hannah's kneeling on thebed with the biggest, goofiest smile on her gorgeous face, her body coveredonly in a too-big tee of mine. In her hands is a white plate towering withcookies. "I made you your own batch earlier today.""Are those oatmeal raisin?" She shrugs, a light blush blooming on hercheeks. "I thought you hate oatmeal raisin cookies?" Something is warmingin my chest, something I'm working hard to deny."Oh, I do. I felt like I was committing a sin stirring in the raisins. But youlike them, so... yeah." God, I'm such a fucking asshole. Not only did I snap ather, bitching at her for bringing my sick father who I haven't even visited b.cookies, but she made me my own because I told her I like them. Fuck."You're sweet, you know." The plate of cookies is quickly set onto mynightstand before I take her arm, tugging her until she's lying chest to chestwith me, only my worn tee between us."Yeah, I know." She smiles again, bright and blinding, and I'm ignoringthe warmth that's burning inside me, slowly taking over my whole being littleby little. Each smile makes the feeling ratchet up a notch. Each kindness sheshows me, each time she reveals a part of herself, makes herself vulnerable."I'm sorry about earlier." My voice is softer than expected, even to myears. A strand of dark waves has fallen out of her messy bun and my handtucks it behind her ear."It's fine. You're stressed out. I get it.""No, it's not. It's not okay. That was not okay." My eyes meet hers,showing her my truth. In hers, bright and blue, I can see shards of hurt still,her guard up a few inches higher than it was hours ago."You're right. It wasn't okay. But I get it. Let's move on, okay?" Herlittle fingers are making shapes on my chest while she avoids my eyes."I have a lot going on right now. So much with my dad and work. I can'thave any distractions right now." Her finger pauses on my chest for a second,almost imperceptible, before starting again."Of course. Plus, you're in the city. I'm here." Normally, a womanaccepting an arrangement where we fuck without strings would be cause forcelebration. Why does Hannah's agreement that this isn't anything biggerthan sex bother me more each time we discuss it?My fingers dig at her hair tie, watching her long dark hair fall around hershoulders. As I tuck what's fallen into her face behind her ear, I marvel onceagain at how soft and thick it is. My palm runs down her smooth back untilit's on her perfect ass. "When's Autumn coming home?" I drag her nakedbody until her mouth is right in front of mine.A distraction. That's what we need right now.