“I’ve jerked off every night since I’ve been at your house to images of you.”
Her eyes widen and her cheeks flush bright red.
“That’s right. Every fucking night I’ve gotten off thinking about you. My newest dream is of being on my Harley while you’re straddling my thighs with my cock inside you. So don’t doubt that I want you. I shouldn’t, but I do. You’re mine, babe. So deal with it.”
As I practically drag her to my bike, I catch a small smile on her lips. She either likes the idea of me jerking off, the idea of fucking on my bike or the fact that I told her she’s mine.
As we stand behind the bike my dream will happen on, I grab the spare helmet.
“How did you know I’d left when I left my car behind?”
Placing the helmet securely on her head, I answer, “You’ve become an obsession. I was watching your room.”
“Oh.”
I chuckle. “That about sums it up. All I ask is that you don’t tell anyone that you have the bad boy wrapped around your little finger. Okay? I don’t want you to ruin my reputation.”
“Ha, right. As though I really believe that.”
Picking Gia up, I place her on the back of my bike.
“You have no idea how whipped I am. No idea at all.” I shake my head.
10
Gia
Four days have gone by since our loving on the beach. He’s slept every night in my bed, and because he’s there with me, I’ve slept soundly. In fact, I’ve slept better than I have since the attack. The only downside is that Hunter refuses to make love to me while under my father’s roof. He holds me in his arms every night and I wake up still wrapped in them.
After we dress he will kiss me briefly on the lips then he slips out of my room before anyone can catch us.
The days are more difficult as he stays protecting my father, and Chris stays on as my protection. Hunter said our relationship doesn’t change who protects whom. He trusts Chris and because he isn’t distracted with my beauty that he’ll be giving me one hundred percent of his attention, which is what he wants. I find this frustrating though. I hear what he’s saying, but I belong with Hunter.
I only wish that Hunter wouldn’t ignore me when my father is around. I try to hide the hurt from him and so far he hasn’t commented. It isn’t as though I expect him to kiss the life out of me in front of my father, or to initiate sex on the dining table. But a simple “hello,” or “have a good day,” wouldn’t go amiss. He can’t even manage that. I’m beginning to think that he wants to keep me hidden because he’s ashamed of me. Ashamed or embarrassed that he’d fucked someone a lot younger than him. Perhaps that’s why he wouldn’t make love to me in my own bed, and not because of whose house we’re in, all of these doubts are driving me insane.
As Hunter walks into the foyer of the house, I look up and meet his gaze briefly, which lasts a few seconds, while I continue to walk downstairs. Instead of doing what I usually do of staring at him until he acknowledges me or until he disappears from sight, I ignore him.
“Chris, I’m ready,” I shout upon reaching the last step.
Out of the corner of my eye, I catch Hunter turning in my direction, but I’m not giving him the time of day anymore. If he wants to ignore me during daylight hours then I’m allowed to do the same.
I let Chris lead me outside to my car, when I hear the front door opening.
Don’t look. Don’t look. Fuck!
I look.
“Just a minute,” Hunter says, jogging over to the car. “Chris, can you give us a minute,” he adds without removing his eyes from me.
“Okay.”
Hunter waits a few seconds then asks, “Why the silent treatment this morning?”
I’m stunned, and bitterly reply, “Are you seriously asking me that? You ignore me unless we’re in my bedroom, which by the way is changing. I don’t like the sneaking around so I think you should go back into the guest room.” I gulp, having gotten that out. “It’s for the best. As you said there is a large age gap between us.” I inhale and exhale. “I’ll see you around.”
Risking a glance up at Hunter, I see the mask he likes to hide behind start to slip. He doesn’t like what I’ve said, well tough. I’ve had enough and as I watched him briefly this morning, I’ve come to the conclusion that whatever connection we had to begin with has slowly been disappearing. I feel as though I’m just a quick fuck. Even though he’s physically here with me, I feel like him holding me during the night is just him bidding his time until he can leave—the job of bodyguard finished.
Inside the car, I turn to grab the handle to close the door and have a surprise when I’m met by Hunter’s angry face mere inches from mine. “We have some talking to do, but now isn’t the time. We’ll talk tonight.” He shuts the door for me as I watch him walk away.