Highest Bidder

24. Hunter

24

HUNTER

“Hunter! There you are! Honestly, where have you been? People have been asking to see you. I didn’t think you would embarrass me this much,” my mother spits out.

I was hoping we could run to the car and get away. But of course, my mother was right there waiting, like she knew we were in that room.

“Oh, Myles, you won’t know these people. Why don’t you go get yourself a drink so you aren’t bored,” she says, dismissing him.

Of course, she’s still trying to separate us. He opens his mouth to say something, but I cut him off.

“I actually think I’ll go with Myles to get a drink. Please tell whoever it is, hello, for me.” I turn my back on her, and Myles looks at me with those amazing blue eyes, trying to hide a smile. He tucks me against his side and kisses me on the cheek. We walk away before my mother can say anything else.

“Any drink in particular?” he asks.

“Rum and coke, please.” I look up at him, so grateful he is here .

“Got it. Need to rehydrate you after all that exercise ,” he whispers the last part so only I can hear, and my body ignites in flames.

I have never felt anything like what we did together in that room, and on a pool table, no less. I still can’t believe it! I’ve always felt like I was broken. Steve made me feel like I was too much work because I took too long. It made me feel like I wasn’t worth it. He didn’t care if I enjoyed it. He only wanted his release. Then I stopped even trying to get my own afterward because I felt frustrated and not cared for. Myles made me feel everything. Never would I have expected to have one orgasm, and he gave me two mind-blowing ones! I look over at him, leaning across the bar, grabbing our drinks. I have never felt more happy than I do when I’m with him.

“Come dance with me,” I hear a voice say, shattering my happiness.

“Steve, go away.” I groan. I don’t want him to talk to me, let alone touch me. He grabs me around my elbow and starts pulling me toward the dance floor.

“Don’t be like that. We had something good once. I don’t know what you’re doing slumming it with this new guy, but you at least owe me a dance for walking out on me.”

He is such an entitled prick. I stop and look at him, refusing to move any further. I won’t do something I don’t want to do, and I do not want his hands on me.

“I said no. Now leave me alone.”

“Why are you such a spoiled brat? We were perfect, and our parents want us together. Why can’t you be quiet and give everyone what they want?” he’s almost shouting, causing several heads to whip our way.

My mother is one of them, and she has a weird look on her face. I wish she would come and stand up for me, but she has never believed me when I told her what he’s really like. I look around at all the people whispering to each other. I look toward Myles, but he’s too busy ordering drinks to notice. I don’t want to make a scene, so I take a breath.

“I don’t want to be with you, and just because you want it doesn’t mean it has to happen. Now you’re making a scene, and you know how our parents feel about making scenes at events.” He shoots back the drink he has in his hand which has to be his usual double shot of Scotch. He wobbles a little and sets his glare on me.

He looks me up and down then toward Myles, his eyes blaze. “Fucking slut!” he shouts, attracting even more attention.

I flinch. It’s never a good thing when he shouts. The last time he did—I shake my head at the thought. I left the state for a reason, him . I refuse to let him hit me again. I try to back up, but I fall into warm, comforting hands. I breathe in, able to recognize that smell anywhere.

“Steve, I think you should take a walk,” Myles’ deep voice says from behind me. His hands remain on my waist, giving me a little squeeze.

“Yeah. Yeah, I don’t know why Conrad brought you here. He clearly has something wrong with him to make him think it was a good idea to send for you,” Steve spits out to Myles.

I grab hold of Myles’ hands to keep them in place. I don’t want him to leave or go toward Steve when he’s like this. Myles only squeezes me like he’s saying he’s not moving anywhere. My eyes land on my mom, who excuses herself from the women she was with to storm over here. It’s a combination of shame and relief that courses through me at the sight of her.

“That. Is. Enough. Steven,” my mother says firmly. “I am ashamed of you. Robert and Cheryl, take your son home. He’s not welcome back here.” She motions toward his parents watching from a nearby table, apparently dismissing the whole exchange.

I can’t help but look at her in shock. She’s always loved Steve. I hope she finally sees the man he actually is, even though this was tame for him. He wasn’t even that drunk yet. Steve’s parents pull him out of the room. He continues shouting obscenities at me and Myles. A tear escapes down my cheek, and I wipe it away, not realizing I’d started crying. I never wanted to embarrass my mom or make a scene at her charity gala. I hate that this happened because of me. Small warm hands touch my shoulders as Myles slowly steps back but holds my hand instead, and I look up to find my mom is standing right in front of me. Her hands squeeze, and she gives me a small nod. She’s never shown affection toward me or any type of concern. I had figured she would walk away and try to salvage the night, but here she is right in front of me. Myles squeezes my hand as if to tell me this is real.

“Alright, now I have an event to get back on track. You two enjoy your evening, but I don’t blame you if you want to go home. It’s completely your choice,” she says.

She never gave me a choice growing up. I always had to stay till the very end. I know this is her way of saying she supports me, and relief floods through me, making my shoulders relax. I watch as she walks toward the stage. Myles brings his arm around me, pressing me into him. His free hand holds the side of my face as he looks deeply into my eyes with concern.

“Are you okay?”

I nod, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. It feels like the first freeing breath that I’ve had in a long time.

“It’s okay if you aren’t, you know?” His thumb traces my jawline.

Any pressure I was feeling in my chest vanishes, and I smile at him. “Yeah. I am.”

“Okay. Well, what would you like to do?” He takes hold of my hand and twirls me.

I smile, loving that I have a choice. “Let’s go home and spend a little bit of time with my dad before we leave tomorrow.” He arches a brow, and I add, “I’d already planned to go home tomorrow. Are you wanting to stay?” I laugh.

“Uh no.” Myles kisses me. “Let’s get out of here.”

My eyes flutter open, and I stretch my stiff muscles. Large tattooed arms surround me, making it difficult to move. Myles’ deep, steady breath caress my cheek, and all I want to do is snuggle in deeper. His chest is on full display, and I can’t help but try to memorize every detail. My eyes trail down his body, from the small scar on his shoulder all the way to the hair below his belly button leading to what I already know is an impressive dick.

After the gala, we came back to be with my dad. Myles and my dad hit it off, as I already knew they would. They talked for hours about work, cars, and animals. It’s been amazing to see them become close in such a short amount of time.

At first, my dad was not happy with my mom and how she had Steve come to the house and what she tried to pull at the gala. He was relieved to hear how she had Steve leave. There’s still so much hurt from growing up with her, but I think we’re on the path to creating a better relationship.

I’m still in shock my dad got Myles to come. Apparently, my sneaky roommate had a lot to do with it. My dad called to have Jess come here to go to the event with me, but she explained that she had a better idea. He wasn’t surprised to hear I had someone like Myles in my life and was eager to meet him. I texted Jess a lot about everything that went on at the gala and sent her multiple candid pictures.

Myles and I stayed up so late with my dad that we immediately fell asleep once we got into bed. He snuggled me close to him. In his arms, I feel like everything is right in the world. Unfortunately, we need to get up because we do have a flight to catch. My dad was able to get Myles and me on the same flight. He dismissed Myles’ offer to pay for his return flight. He said it was the least he could do. I lean over to look at the time on my phone, and it’s nine in the morning. Our flight is at one. I know we have time, but I’d like my mom and Myles to at least have a few moments to talk and get to know each other a little more before we hop on a plane. I also need to make sure Dad is ready to be here without me.

Myles groans as I scoot away from him. Blindly reaching out, he drags me back against him and nestles in again. I giggle as his stubble tickles my neck. He trimmed it for the event, but I’m glad he didn’t remove it completely. I love how good he looks with some scruff on his face.

“Hey. We need to get up.” I try to break away again, but his grasp only tightens. He moans again.

“No. I want to stay like this all day.” His voice is laced with sleep. Myles hooks his arm around my waist, dragging me across the bed until my back meets his chest. I can feel the warmth of his skin against mine where my tank top rides up behind me, sending a wave of desire through me. I push my butt against him, wiggling my hips to get his attention. I feel him harden against my ass, and he groans deeply into my ear.

“Myles,” I say a little more breathy than I mean to. “We should get up.” He wiggles a little closer and kisses my neck. It feels so good, my eyes flutter shut. He nips along my shoulder, and now it’s really starting to get hot in here. “Um,” I gasp. “I don’t…” My mind goes blank as he continues to nibble and lick until a moan pours from my mouth. Rolling me onto my back, Myles straddles me and stares down at me with his sparkling blue eyes and gorgeous smile. His thick thighs are covered with low-riding sweats, but his chest is bare, and I can't help but stare.

“You were saying?” he asks with a little smirk.

Instead of answering him, I reach and grip his waist, pulling him down until our lips crash together. Bearing his weight on his forearms, Myles trails his fingers down my body. I’m wearing a thin tank top and loose shorts, so he has easy access to reach under and cup my ass. He groans. My left hand scratches up and down his back, and the other tangles in his soft hair. My legs wrap around his hips and I move against his length. I feel an ache growing in my core, and I need him inside me. I tug on his sweatpants with my feet, and he stops kissing me to laugh.

“What are you doing?”

“I want these off,” I state firmly, and his eyes darken.

“Yes, ma’am,” he whispers against my lips.

Shifting off the bed, he pulls his sweats and boxers off in one swoop. I gasp as I look right at his cock. It’s even bigger than I remember, and man, he’s so ready. I trail my eyes up his body to meet his face.

“Please, fuck me,” I beg him. He lowers himself over top of me again and brushes a few loose hairs out of my face. Softly, he kisses my lips, and I can honestly say I’ve never felt more treasured than when I’m with him.

“You don’t even have to ask, Hershey. I’ll do whatever you want,” he says, softly.

His words make me melt as he scoots down and pulls my tank top above my breasts. His eyes meet mine, and I see that devilish look there. He lightly nips my nipple, eliciting a gasp. He looks up, and I see he wants this just as much as I do. Bringing his hand up, he rubs his finger over my lips, gently asking them to part. As I open my mouth, he puts his finger into my mouth and sucks on my nipple. I suck on his finger at the same time and release it with a pop when he pulls it out of my mouth. I watch as he rubs his finger around my other nipple to get it wet and starts twisting and pulling it. Who knew someone playing with my nipples could make my whole body feel like it’s on fire? I rub against him, needing relief. He crawls back up to kiss me again, this time angling my head so he can kiss me deeply. I can’t help but get lost in him. He kisses me so passionately that I start to feel dizzy. He breaks the kiss to sit up on his knees. His fingers trail up my sides as they bring my tank top all the way off, and when they skim back down my body, leaving a trail of goose bumps in their wake.

Once he reaches my sleep shorts, he hooks his fingers under them and my lace underwear. I lift my body so he can take them off. He doesn’t seem to be in a rush as he slides them down my legs. Gripping one of my ankles, he kisses up my leg. He only stops and puts it down once he gets to my knee. I practically whine. He rakes his eyes over me and lets out a long exhale, and I track his ab muscles contracting.

“You’re perfect,” he whispers, and my eyes fly to his.

I squirm under his stare and direct words. I’ve never laid naked under a man while he looks at my whole body. The honesty in his words are almost too much for me to handle. He grips my body and lowers down again, crashing his lips into mine. I feel him bare right at my entrance. I want more. I want him inside me now. I start to move and can feel him right at the peak where all my nerves are the strongest. He growls into my mouth.

“I’ll come right now unless you stop.”

I pause but look him right in the eyes.

“Then get a condom, and fuck me, Myles.”

He smiles and kisses me again. I put my hand around his throat and lightly squeeze, letting him know how serious I am. He takes the hint and his laugh rumbles through my body. Leaning over the bed, he grabs a condom from the side zipper of his overnight bag. I take it from him and rip open the foil with my mouth. He stares at me as I roll it down his long length, and he lifts his head and sucks in a breath. I give him a little push to the side, and he takes my cue to move over. I guide him to sit with his back against the headboard. He places his hands on my waist to have me straddle him. I lower myself as slowly as I can, inch by glorious inch. His body tightens, and he lets out a groan along with me. Fuck! How did I not like this before? He lets me take control of our rhythm. I move slowly at first going as deep as I can, to barely just the tip inside me. His eyes roll back with the feeling.

“You’re a fucking temptress,” he says through another moan.

He keeps his hands firmly on my waist and squeezes. It wouldn't surprise me if it left a mark. It all feels so good. As I pick up the pace, I look him right in the eye. I want him to watch me come while he’s inside me. I place my hand on his shoulder to help me balance and then reach down with my other hand to massage my clit. With how little I’ve enjoyed sex, I’ve never even considered playing with myself, but something compels me to try. His eyes go wild watching me.

“Fuck. You are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

I rock my hips faster, and I feel myself getting closer. It feels too good, the sensation is almost too much to handle, like I’m flirting right with the edge. He puts one hand on my ass and squeezes, bringing us a little closer together. It pushes me right over into my release. I throw my head back, and I let out a final moan as my body spasms. He continues moving us through the aftershocks, and he lets his release come right after mine. I collapse into his chest, and we lay still for a few moments.

“God, where have you been hiding all my life?” he asks into my hair. It feels like we’re truly made for each other. He kisses my temple. “Didn’t you say we have to get ready to go?” He laughs. I look up at him giving him a glare.

“Oh, now you heard me?”

“Always the smart mouth with you.” He grabs my chin and lays a gentle kiss right on my lips. He pulls away but looks right at my lips. “I love it.” Then kisses me again.

“Okay. Now we really have to get going. I’m sure my parents are wondering why we slept in so long.”

His body turns to stone and his eyes go wide. “Fuck, Hunter. I forgot they were here. You don’t think they heard us do you?” He looks like his face is turning white. I laugh. It’s too late to worry about that now.

“No idea. But if they did, we’ll find out soon.” I crawl off his lap and turn to find my clothes. He leans over right as I get up and spanks me hard. I gasp as I turn around with my mouth agape, but now I’m getting turned on again. Two can play this game. I lean over and get right in his face. “Hey,” I whisper, making him look at me quizzically. “Save that for later.” I wink at him and bite my lower lip. I stand up so he can see my naked body on full display. He growls and lunges at me. I try to run away, but he already has his arms wrapped around me as we fall back into the bed. He’s lying on top of me, not holding any of his weight. He kisses me hard, and our tongues tangle in the best possible way. I bite his lower lip. I can feel his primal energy, and I can’t help but want him deep inside me again. He breaks our kiss, and I whimper.

“Okay. Let’s get going, or I’ll never let you leave this bed again.” He kisses me one last time before jumping off the bed.

I roll onto my stomach and watch as he disposes of the condom. Leaning down, he grabs his clothes off the floor. My eyes trail over his strong body from his broad shoulders down to his tight ass. He catches me looking at him, and he walks towards me with a smirk on his face. Gripping my chin, he presses his lips to mine before walking into the connected bathroom. Rolling onto my back, I pull a pillow into my chest and sigh as I lie here for a moment. How did this become my life?

Thankfully, my parents don’t imply anything about hearing what was happening in our room. Dad’s nurse comes by, so I can make sure he’s all set before I leave. But I give the nurse my number in case she needs anything. She shook her head and assured me that he is doing great. During breakfast, I feel like my mom actually attempted to get to know Myles a little. Also, she gave him a real smile, not a clubhouse smile, but a genuine one. I wasn’t sure she remembered how to smile like that. I’m relieved that she is showing signs of wanting a better relationship with me, but I know it’s going to take a lot of time to heal a lifetime of wounds. We had a perfect morning with them, but I’m excited to finally get home. Myles said he has a surprise for me for tomorrow. He made sure I didn’t have any plans, so we could be together all day, and I’ve never been so anxious.