The Distraction

Untitled Part 14

After throwing a giggling Hannah onto her bed, she works on taking herdress off. My hands land on hers, stopping their progress immediately.Tonight, that's my job - I want to peel it off her, to unwrap my package."Let me." I move her soft little hands from the ties before undoing theone shoulder strap left. A quick tug at the strings and the entire front dropsforward, revealing tempting nipples begging for my mouth. Of course, Ioblige. Bending low, I take one in my mouth, nipping before sucking hardwhile I tug on the opposite one with my fingers. Her back arches and herhands are in my hair, pressing my face closer as she moans."Holy shit, Hunter." Her hips lift, grinding the air, begging for more, forfriction. We work together to tug off her dress and I find a small hiddenzipper on the side before I tear it in my haste. Eventually giving up, I let hertake over while I remove my own clothes. I'm desperate to have her skin onmine. This hungry for a woman is so foreign to me, this reckless in my need.Finally, the tiny dress is off, leaving her in a small scrap of lace paradingas panties and nothing else, nothing but miles of olive skin for my mouth andhands to explore and taste. She bends forward to get her shoes off."No, Leave them." All night I've been fantasizing about fucking her withthose on. With a tipsy smile, she leans back on her bed, her dark hair a messbehind her, eyes glazed with lust. I bend my body towards her and my fingerhooks into the waistband of her tiny, black underwear and yank, draggingthem to her knees.Instead of pulling them over her feet, I leave the panties where they are, aseductive constraint, and dive face-first into her wet pussy. it's alreadydripping, glistening with her excitement and practically begging for mymouth. Slowly, so fucking slowly, savoring the soft breath that escapes hermouth, I drag my tongue from her entrance to her clit, sucking hard at theswollen nub.Once again, her back bows off the bed, leaving just the top of her head onthe pillows this time as she moans loudly. A groan creeps up my chest andinto her pussy as my hands go to her hips. One hand presses to her belly,keeping them down and urging her closer to my mouth, not allowing her anyrelief.And then I'm eating her, feasting like a starving man. That's how shemakes me feel, anyway. Starving for her, for her body at all times. Theslurping sounds my mouth makes against her sopping pussy are explicit andhot, my cock throbbing hard in my boxers. I creep a hand to her entrancebefore hooking two fingers into her, filling her as I continue to suck.Hannah screams my name again, those heels digging into my shoulders asshe does. Breath pants over her clit as her pussy tightens on my fingers, afresh wave of liquid soaking my hand. She's close. So fucking close, I canfeel it. And I'm dying to make her come on my face."Come on my mouth, baby. Gonna eat it all up, then I'm gonna fuck youhard." I pause my mouth only to make my demand, looking into her eyesbefore returning to her clit. I suck hard, simultaneously pressing hard on herg-spot from inside and she explodes, liquid gushing on my hand and face. Ilick her clean and by the time my body is coming up on hers, she's squirmingagain, hot and ready for me.My lips meet hers, tongues clashing, hot breath mingling. The wetness inmy beard is being spread across her face, making it all the more erotic.Removing my boxers and freeing my aching cock, I straighten to sitting, assto heels. My girl is spread before me, writhing, already needing me again.Two fingers find their way into her, thrust hard a few times before my handsare back at her hips, dragging her up to my cock.Slowly, I press the head into her, looking into her eyes as I do. Her eyesare hooded and glazed over, lips parted as my cock slides in, then out, then inagain, over and over, little by little until it's seated completely in her.Then I stop."Hunter, what are you-"My thumb hits her clit while she's full of me, rolling the sensitive nuband her eyes slam shut as she whines. "Hunter, please!" She's begging me tofuck her, her head lolling from left to right in desperation."Please what, baby?" I ask in a tease, still rolling her clit."God, fuck me, Hunter!""You ready for that? Gonna be hard, baby." She groans and I smile beforeI give in, pulling back and slamming back in. The feeling is all-consuming, arightness that shouldn't exist, but here she is. Here we are. This woman. Witheach thrust, I look into her hooded eyes, watch her take one step closer to theedge. Her tight pussy is squeezing my cock, forcing me to concentrate, workher to make sure she gets hers again."Gotta come, baby, need you to come on my cock." I growl at her,pounding in, still on my knees above her, watching her tits move with eachthrust. And then she shatters. Her back bows off the bed, hips grinding intomine, forcing my cock to plant deeper than ever. Feeling her convulse aroundme has me coming alongside her, exploding as a firework display goes offbehind my eyelids. The release, the experience - hell, this woman - is somuch more than words can explain.So much more than I'm ready to admit.THE SHRILL SCREAM of my phone jolted me out of sleep, and I slap at theside table blindly. Squinting at the bright screen, Autumn's name is flashingalongside the time.3:54 in the morning.No good call comes at four in the morning. My stomach drops, makingme instantly nauseous."Who is it?" Hannah mumbles into my chest."Autumn." My finger swipes across the screen. "Hey, what's wrong?"My voice is still rough and groggy with sleep."Hunter, you need to come to First Presbyterian. Now. They've justadmitted Dad." They've just admitted Dad. Shit, shit, shit. I am not ready forthis, not at all."What do you mean they've admitted him?" My hands press into the bed,pushing my body until I'm sitting straight. Hannah is next to me, scramblingto sit as well, her face white."I'm on my way, I'm not sure. They called me and I didn't get anydetails. I was going to wake you, but you're not in the guest room, so I figureyou're with Hannah.""God, I'm sorry, Autumn, we went out and..." Another sign of my fuckup. My sister needs me, my dad needs me and where am I? Naked, sleepingin the nanny's bed."Shut up, Hunter, get dressed and head over. Bring Hannah. Steve is withthe kids." She hangs up, leaving me sitting cold with the phone to my ear."Hunter, what's going on?" Hannah is looking scared and worried. She'sclose to my dad, but that's not my concern right now. All I care about isgetting to the hospital before it's too late."My dad's been admitted to First Presbyterian. I need to go.""I'm coming, let me get some pants on." The urge to argue and force herto stay is strong, but common sense tells me she won't back down and time islimited."Fine, hurry."WE GET to the hospital in half the time that it should take, part in thanks toan empty highway at 4 a.m. and the rest because of reckless driving. Afterparking, we clamber out and into the hospital where we're directed to thecorrect floor."Oh, thank God you're here," Autumn says as the doors shut behind us,running over to me. Her arms wrap around me tight and she immediatelysobs into my shirt. I try to reassure her, rubbing her back and whisperingwords of comfort, but it's no good. And I know nothing will help until sheknows for sure our father will be okay."Autumn, what happened?""They went to give him his medication and he was on the ground,unconscious. Not responding. We're waiting for more information, but that'sall I have.""Who can I talk to? We need answers. We need-" Hannah touches myarm, distracting me from what I was saying. "Go sit, Hannah." My voicecomes out more stern and gruff than intended, and I shake her arm off mine. Ineed space.Autumn's red eyes are wide, but we have bigger problems to deal withthan Hannah's hurt feelings. "Hunter, there's nothing we can do right now.They said when they know anything at all, the doctor will come out withmore information. Calling for them now will just take them away from theactual job at hand.""I want to make sure-""Hunter, trust me, I would stand at that nurses' station for hours if Ithought it was worthwhile. It's not." She's got her mom voice on and itirritates me. But it sounds like sound logic, whether or not I like it. "Fine," Isay, then sit down next to Hannah, who avoids looking me in the eye."RONALD HUTCHINS?" A doctor comes in through the double doors,calling for attention. The call is unnecessary since we are the only people inthe waiting room and I've been watching the door like a hawk since we sat.Hannah picks her head up from my lap, a crease on her cheek from my pants."That's our father," I say, standing and walking towards him. "What doyou know?""Well, the good news is, your father is doing well and is going to be fine.The bad news is he hit his head pretty hard when he fell. It seems Mr.Hutchins stood to use the bathroom and had a dizzy spell, fell on the ground.Couldn't have been down for more than a few minutes before the nursesfound him. We had to do some surgery because he broke his elbow prettybad, but other than that and a concussion, he's fine. We're in contact with hisoncologist to have them in and do a full evaluation in the morning. He's outfrom surgery and awake, in good spirits, so you can head back. When you seehim, you will notice his head is wrapped from a minor laceration he enduredwhen he fell, and there are many wires and monitors, but those are simply tomake sure things go as we foresee."Relief washes through me, a relief that I didn't even know I needed."Can we see him?" Autumn asks, looking both eager and terrified."You can, one at a time. I can take one of you back with me, then you canswap out.""Do you mind if I go first? I can head home after, relieve Steve." Ofcourse, I nod, thanking the doctor and sitting next to Hannah. So much isrunning through my mind that I don't realize she's talking to me until sheplaces her hand on my arm gently."You know, Hunter?" Hannah is looking at me expectantly."Hmm?" I'm still half-dazed, trying to come to terms with the fact thatmy dad is fine - for now. I have no clue what she even said."I said that's great news. Ron's going to be fine with little to no sideeffects.""Yeah, sure," I say before looking away. She wants me to comfort her,talk with her, but right now my patience is zero. I just want to be in my head.Hannah seems to get the hint, staying quiet until Autumn comes out, eyes redand puffy but looking relieved all the same.Walking over to her, my arms are around her in a moment, letting her cryon my shoulder once more. "Oh, Hunter, he looks terrible. He's awake andalive, but the machines, the tubes...""Go home, Autumn. Take Hannah with you. I'll be home later," I say,kissing her forehead. She tries to stop me, to talk to me, but I keep walking,following the directions the nurse gave us until reaching door 102.The brown faux wood door that seems to be in all hospitals is alreadyopen, revealing my father laying in a bed, white sheets pulled up to his chin.The man I idolized my whole life, strong and stable and larger than life, lookstiny and frail. His head is wrapped in white gauze, multiple IVs into his arms.The sight is terrifying - no wonder Autumn took it so hard."Hey, Dad." My voice doesn't sound like it comes from my body, bothcroaky and soft."Ahh, the prodigal son arrives!" he says with a smile, but it cuts throughmy gut all the same. I'm not sure what I expect, but to be honest, him beingawake and messing with me is far from it. "Apparently I had to land in thehospital to finally convince you to come see me.""God, I'm sorry. Had a lot going on. How are you feeling?" The guilt iseating at me, acid churning in my stomach and making me sick."Shut up about me. I've been waiting a month since you've gotten intotown for you to come see me. Now tell me what's new?""Dad, we can talk about that any time. You just had a medical emergencyand surgery. We could have lost you.""Hunter, I spent 20 minutes listening to your sister hem and haw and cryover me. Give your old man a break from the health shit and tell me what'snew." I pause, unsure of what to say, what to tell him about."Uh, well, we're finally making use of the Springbrook Hills acreage.Turning it into a retail space with recreational sales components." It soundslike I'm pitching him. Why do I sound like this? The fact that I don't havemore to tell him, that I can't tell him we broke ground, that things areconcrete, that the project is in motion is killing me. Had I stuck to my originaltimeline, had I not gotten distracted and fucked up too much, we'd be a weekin. I'd have visited him, told him everything, and made peace already."Autumn told me. Sounds great, kid. Are you happy with it?" Thequestion hits me out of nowhere, making me dizzy and weak. What is wrongwith me?"It's a great decision for the company. The market in this area is huge forhiking and mountain biking and the additional campgrounds will be a greatbeta project for future locations.""Fuck, boy, are you a robot?""I'm sorry?""A robot, a robot who's taken over my son's body. You sound like you'rereading a damn pamphlet," he says in his distinct, gruff voice."Uh, no, just telling you the details of the project. It's a greatopportunity,""What about that camp?""What camp?" I ask, confused."The one you planned for originally. Helping people, giving themexperiences in nature, helping them cope with things naturally and connect.""That's not feasible. It's not as profitable an idea as the Beaten Pathcampgrounds and retail store.""Who the fuck cares?""Well, my advisors, for one.""That's your company, you own it.""And?""And why aren't you following the passions that brought you here.""Following those passions is what got me in trouble in the first place."How could he not remember this? The passion I had put me in a position thatalmost ruined everything."No, being young and cocky and impatient got you in trouble." His thickgrey and black eyebrows are pressed together, bringing the deep lines on hisforehead deeper. "Hunter, you're not still tied up with that, are you?""Dad, I don't really want to talk about this right now. Can we talk aboutyou?""Are you still tied up with everything that happened all those years ago?"His brows are furrowed, concern awash on his face. I sigh, rubbing my handover my beard."Of course I am. Why do you think I'm using this location?""Not financially, emotionally. Do you feel some shit about that still?Guilt for that? Or, I don't know, do you think you need to prove something?""Look, I'm not here to talk about this. Let's talk about you, let's talkabout something else. You collapsed and were unconscious, breaking yourfucking elbow." My throat is thick from saying that out loud."Fine, we can change the subject, but we're not talking about me. Whydon't we talk about Hannah?" There's a twinkle in his eyes of humor, aglimpse at my dad, the man underneath this illness."Hannah?" I say, confused. What does she have to do with any of this?"Yeah, Hannah. Sweet girl, pretty brown hair, gorgeous face, makesamazing cookies?""I know who Hannah is, Dad. What does she have to do with anything?""Autumn tells me you're dating her. Excellent choice, bud. I'd go afterher myself if I was 30 years younger.""We're not serious." Saying that feels dirty, like a sin that will stain mysoul. "We're just having fun while I'm here.""She doesn't seem like a just having fun kinda girl, son. That woman isthe kind you pin down and marry before she gets smart and dumps your ass."And that makes my gut sink like stone, a dense, nervous feeling that's solid,makes something in my soul heavy.Before I can answer, refute the fact or agree, I'm not sure, a nurse in lightpink scrubs comes in, knocking on the door frame. She's in her mid-sixties,pretty and kind looking with a dark brown, blunt haircut."Hello, Ron, who do we have here?" She eyes me skeptically with a smileplaying on her lips. "Oh, well, that's obvious. You two look exactly alike.Good to know you looked just as good as a boy," she says with a wink.Normally anyone calling me a boy would raise my hackles, butsomething about the combination of the warmth in her brown eyes and thefact that she's clearly hitting on my dad doesn't bother me."Ahh, I can only hope to look that good when I'm as old as he is," I joke,winking at my dad."A flirt, just like your dad, I see." She smiles and tucks a lock of hairbehind her ear before looking at my dad. "Well, gotta break up this party,time for Ron to get some sleep." My dad smiles back at her, making mewonder what is going on here."Alright, son, you go on, find your girl and get back to your sister's."Rather than argue, I bend to hug my dad, something I don't know the lasttime I've done. He pats my back in a pleased and relieved way that washes amix of love and guilt through my bones. I walk through cold, sterile hallwaysback to the waiting room to leave.When I arrive back to the waiting room, sitting curled in a ball, her longhair draped over the uncomfortable, hard plastic is Hannah. First, warmthsuffuses through me, knowing she fought Autumn tooth and nail to stay here.Staying even knowing she had no other way of getting home because shewanted to be where when I got out, to check my pulse.Warmth in the knowledge that she was worried for me, so worried aboutmy dad that she stayed to make sure all was well.And then annoyance that she didn't listen to me. That she never listens tome.Then guilt for feeling that way, followed by frustration because conflictedemotions like this are the absolute last thing I need right now."Han, wake up," I say, touching her shoulder. She pops her eyes open andsits too quickly, making her rock unstable on her feet. My hands reach out tograb her arms and steady her, but I take them back once she settles, puttingthem in my pockets."Oh, Hunter, how's your dad?""Fine, for now, let's go." Not grabbing her hand or urging her to follow inany way, my feet aim towards the door and start walking, eager to get out ofthis place, away from the smells and the beeps and claustrophobia.We get into the truck, quickly heading back to Autumn's in silence.Hannah is gnawing on her lower lip. The tips of her white teeth popping outto grab the pink lip, concern, and confusion in her eyes.Pulling up to the small drive for the cottage, the Bronco's tires crunchfamiliarly and I put the truck in idle, giving a clear indication that she is toget out, but that I am not following.She turns to me, grabbing my hand. Her face now looks frantic andconcerned, like she knows what I'm thinking, knows what's happening."Come inside, spend the night." Her voice is soft and nervous, pleading."I don't think this is a good idea. I'm gonna go back to Autumn's.""What do you mean? What's not a good idea? Spending the night?""Everything. All of it. Spending the night, us. It was all a bad idea." Evento my own ears, I sound cold and cruel. Saying the words leaves a terribletaste in my mouth like my body is revolting to the truth, but it's just that - thetruth. This was all a terrible idea."What are you trying to say?" A sigh is released from my soul as myhand runs down my beard, frustrated that she's playing this game. We bothknow what's happening."Exactly what I just said. You're a smart girl, Hannah, I don't think Ineed to spell it out. This is a bad idea. We need to stop.""Come on, Hunter. You don't mean that. It's been a long day, you'restressed-""No, you're not getting it. This is done. You're nothing but a distraction. Icame here with two goals, just two fucking things I had to do, and instead, allI've done is fucked around with you.""Hunter, you're so wrapped up in proving yourself that you're missingthe life in front of you. You're not living the dream because you're trying tochase the dream. But Hunter. The dream is right here in front of you." Tearsare welling in her bright blue eyes, like waves in their ocean depths. Lookingaway is the only way I can focus, so I stare at the trees in front of us, the lightglinting on her cheery blue front door and the morning light breaks through."Yeah, I'm going to take my business and life advice from a woman whodoesn't even have a real job and uses other people to get her kid fix becauseshe's too scared to have her own." God, I'm a fucking dick, but the only wayI'm going to get through to her is to break her heart. Make her hate me. Thebusiness needs my entire focus, my dad needs my focus.She hesitates, her skin blanching another shade to an unfamiliar, pastywhite. It looks wrong on her normally beautifully tanned face. "That wasmean, Hunter." Her voice cracks with her words, sending a wave of nauseathrough me. Just go, Hannah. Get out of the truck. Don't make this worse."No, Hannah, what it was is honest. Everyone uses kid gloves around youbecause you had it rough, but you need a dose of reality. I'm not going to bethat guy to give you the white picket fence and two point five kids, and I'msure as fuck not going to be your happily ever after. I have more importantshit to figure out, and this - this - fling has gotten me off track even more. Mydad is dying, and you're just a distraction. I'm over it."Looking over at her, it's clear the target was hit, that I broke her and she'sdone. Still so strong, still not crying, still more beautiful than I can bear. Herface shutters, reaching for the door handle and fumbling before it catches.Then she drops her parting words."You know what Hunter? You're right, we're done. I don't deserve this.Have a nice life. I hope you figure out how to live it before it's too late."-hannahTHE NOISE of the truck door behind me sounds how my heart feels:crushed, destroyed, slammed. Still, not a tear drops as my feet thunk up thebrick pathway, lined with cheery flowers that I hate in this moment.Just a few more steps, I plead with myself. Come on, girl, you've got this.Get behind the door.Reaching in my pocket, the keys feel clunky and confusing in my hands.I'm fumbling, scratching my lock, scratching the blue paint on my door."Fuck," I mutter, the words burning my throat that's coated with unshedtears. Come on, just a few more moments. He's still in the truck behind me,not pulling out to park in Autumn's drive. Such a gentleman, waiting until Iget inside.The key slips in the lock and turns, allowing me to twist the doorknob andwhip it open desperately, no longer able to look calm and collected. I'm soclose. As the door slams behind me and I slide to the ground, finally allowingthe tears to fall, all my heart can say is, I told you so.