Hunting Eden (Triple Trouble 1)

Chapter Eleven

Yer bum’s oot the windae: saying or phrase, you’re literally talking rubbish. Pronounced: Your bottom is out of the window.

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Eden

Hands in the air, eyes closed, I’m lost in the music, swaying my hips to the hypnotic beats.

A pair of clammy hands startle me as they snake around my midriff.

I spin around at lightning speed to discover it's some random sleazeball drunk. Leaning backward in surprise, he holds me firm.

“Get your fucking hands off her,” a loud growl bellows.

I quickly look around. Hunter. He stands tall, chest puffed out.

“Sorry, man, I didn’t know she was taken,” the stranger says with his hands still on me. He takes his time, slowly removing his sticky hands along my ribs. Yuck.

“I said get your fucking hands off her, now.” Hunter launches forward.

There’s no messin’ with Hunter. His size overshadows everyone here.

Sensing Hunter’s intention, Mr. Sleazebag instantly steps back. “I don’t want any trouble.” As he holds his arms up in submission. He quickly turns on his heel and disappears into the crowd.

My shoulders relax with relief. I dislike confrontation.

Urgh… what a creep. I shiver.

Hunter stalks toward me, eyes fixed on mine, breathing heavy. Suddenly he holds his hand out, beckoning me to take it. I tentatively palm my hand into his and feel an instant zing from out touch. He undeniably oozes the X factor, or sex factor in his case. I can’t even describe it. So powerful.

Gently, he tugs my hand and pulls me into his rock-hard chest and envelops me with his hot body.

Sparks race between us as he bows his head and rests it on top of mine.

There are no words needed. It’s like we’ve both been waiting for this moment to be this close to one another.

To feel. To touch. To explore.

We sway together in our own little world for a few moments. Our hearts leap fast together. I can feel and hear his beating against my ear. His fingers gently stroke back and forth across my exposed lower back. That feels so nice. A let out a low moan. “Mmmmmm.”

Holy cow, what am I doing? I pull away suddenly, startling Hunter.

“Eh, should you not be getting back to your girlfriend?”

I point to the VIP balcony overhead.

A mocking smile fills his face. “Jealous?”

“No.” I reply childishly.

“She’s my sister, Eden.” He smirks. He knows he got me. I’m telling you, he’s the devil.

“She arrived two days ago. Now come back to me, I’ve been waiting weeks to be close to you and I was enjoying that.”

Well, I feel like an idiot now. He’s not even mine. Yet here I am pissing all around him, somehow, trying to brand him like he is. Hesitantly, I hold his gaze as I slowly pad toward him again and watch his eyes grow hungry. He reaches out and wraps his strong as a bison arms around me again as I nestle back into him.

“Much better.” We dance slowly together.

“I’m not dating anyone, Cupcake. I’m single,” he coos.

Relief washes over me, and I relax into him, enjoying every single minute. We’ve never been this close. He’s warm and feels so good.

I’ve thought about his arms. Thought about me being encased in his arms. I never thought I would ever say this, but he has sexy forearms. All toned and tanned.

“Into You”by Ariana Grande thumps through the club. The floor vibrates with electric beats. I love this song and how the words are so fitting, I am so completely into him. I’ve been denying myself, but he’s consumed every thought since I met him.

In a room full of people, it feels like it’s only Hunter and me. Everyone, the music, the crowd, the noise, it all fades away.

He bows his head lower, then gently sweeps my mermaid-length hair over my back and rests his head in between my shoulder and neck.

“You smell divine,” he murmurs into my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

We stay like this for a few moments.

He rubs his nose along my neck and jawline. It’s then I feel a soft tap of his curvaceous lips against my skin, the tickle of his stubble sending goosebumps all over my body.

I stretch my neck, allowing him more access to my nape. Moving in closer, his mouth drifts nearer to the divine spot behind my ear, driving my senses wild. His hot breath trickles over my skin and I shiver again as he kisses and licks my neck with more valor. We moan out loud together.

I throb and tingle between my legs as I feel his hard cock press against my stomach. Now fully aware of how tall Hunter is—or actually, more like how short I am—there is quite a noticeable height difference between us. It’s almost laughable. But I’m not laughing; I’m so in the moment with Hunter driving my body insane.

Hunter’s hands slowly drift down my back, tentatively dipping his fingertips into the waistband of my jeans. All the while delicately ravishing my neck and leaving feather-like kisses across my jaw. Instinctively I arch my back, pressing myself harder into him as a sea of emotions and feelings sweep over me. He must feel how hard my nipples are through the thin fabric of his shirt.

He slides the pads of his fingers a little further down into my jeans to meet the top curve of my behind. Being cautious as he ventures south, desperately trying to control himself.

He lets out an audible gasp, panting into my ear, so I can hear him over the pounding music. “Are you not wearing any panties?”

I lean back, gaze up, and wet my lips. “No.” I shake my head innocently.

“Are you trying to kill me, woman?”

“I don’t like wearing panties when I dance. I find them too restrictive. I don’t wear them when I work out either.”

He groans loudly, dipping his knees slightly and rolling his eyes with reverence and longing.

“You are. You are definitely trying to kill me.”

Removing his hands from my waistline, he skims the path up my body with his enormous hands, tracing my curves as he explores them for the first time. Finally he cups my face, gently tilting my head upward to meet his lust-filled jet-pooled eyes. A skeptical frown pulls at his mouth.

A moment of doubt.

Hunter’s eyes bounce between mine, looking left and right. He’s making sure he’s reading the signals correctly as he sinks his teeth into his full bottom lip.

I sense his vulnerability. He’s second-guessing his next move.

Make me yours, please, I silently beg.

His gaze moves to my lips. “Can I kiss you?” he whispers.

My face relaxes into a reassuring smile, and I lick my lips in anticipation.

Hunter pulls me flush and firmly into his chest and our lips instantly crash together. His hand grabs the back of my head and we breathe against each other heavily, our lips pressing together in a painfully perfect kiss. Threading his fingers through my hair, his other hand pulls my hips into his thick cock, which is getting harder by the minute. Oh wow.

Our mouths open simultaneously.

Taking this as permission, he slides his wet tongue into my mouth, colliding with mine. Fireworks explode. I moan into his delectable mouth as our tongues tango together in perfect timing.

Warmth spreads to my sex. I thrust my hips into his body, with the urge to ease the pulse between my legs. Holy shit. I’m going to come right here on the dance floor and all from a kiss.

It’s a scorching kiss. I have never been kissed like this before.

Hunter deepens our kiss as if wanting to climb inside my body, our hearts racing together like a runaway train. I slide my hands down from his chest toward the hem of his shirt. I pull it up a little and skate my hands along his side and up his sculpted back, feeling his every muscle contract at my delicate touch.

Hunter swallows a deep growl as I run my nails down his back.

His tongue licks and kisses my lips with blistering heat, biting my lower lip and sucking it into his mouth, then he slides his hand from the back of my head to my side, thumbing the contour of my boob, making my nipples pebble with desire.

Losing himself, he digs his fingertips deeper into my needy, thrusting hips.

I think I may pass out from all the sensations streaming through my body.

He’s opened Pandora's box and I never want him to close it.

“You’re gonna give me a cardiac arrest,” he whispers against my lips.

Kissing me again, more softly this time, he wraps his fingers around my throat possessively. Man, does he know how to kiss. I throw my head back, gasping for air.

This is so erotic.

He dusts a path of light kisses over my cheeks, down my jaw, and buries his lips in my hair. Removing my hands from inside the back of his shirt, I run them slowly to his front and palm my hands softly up over his thick chest again. He removes his head from the curtain of my hair. He touches a lingering kiss to my temple, then rests his forehead against mine with his eyes closed. In an instant, I wrap my arms around him, tracing my fingers back and forth across his neck.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you since the moment I first laid eyes on you,” he says, catching his breath. “You drive me crazy, Eden. I want you.”

“I want you too. I’ve never orgasmed from a kiss before. That was close.” I chuckle. “I’ve never had an orgasm before, well actually, I’ll correct that. A man has never made me come before. So there’s a first for everything.” My words are out before I can catch them.

Shit, why did I say that?

Hunter's eyes pop open to meet mine with a questioning, confused gaze.

The next few seconds that pass feel like an hour.

“Sorry, what now? Say that again.” Hunter gasps in shock.

“Forget I said anything. Where were we?” I say, leaning back into him to cover my blushes.

“Uh-uh. No way. Look at me.”

I look back at him as my cheeks grow pink.

“Are you a virgin?”

“Hunter, no,” I yell out and swipe his shoulder playfully.

“Thank fuck. That felt like too much pressure for a moment there. You certainly don’t kiss like a virgin, or dance like one either. I kind of figured, but I was checking. Your bucket list said it’s been a long time. I didn’t know if that meant never, ever or a few months. No one’s ever made you come? Holy shit.”

“Oh, my… eh, ah, you like the dancing, huh?”

“Are you trying to ignore the question?”

My heart beats double time.

“Okay, baby. I love the dancing. But just your dancing. You had me hard just watching you.”

I slide my hand from his neck to touch his cheek, taking my time to reply. “Hunter King, you are so gorgeous. What the hell do you see in me? Little Eden Wallace making you hard. I don’t get it.” I shake my head in bafflement.

“Do you really want to know what I see in you, Little Eden Wallace from Castleview Cove?” he teases as he cups my ass with his shovel-sized hands, pulling me close. Yup, he’s still hard.

A sheepish whisper of uncertainty washes over me. I’m not sure I want to know. But I’m a sucker for punishment.

“Yes, I do.”

He stalls until he finally says, “A new beginning.”

I was not expecting that.

Then he groans. “Christ, that sounds sad as fuck. Am I scaring you? Please tell me I’m not. I can’t explain it, but I feel like I was meant to find you in that field. That I was meant to book in at your parents’ retreat. I just feel… like we are meant to be.” He raises his eyes to the ceiling as if to hide his confession.

My eyes glaze with emotion.

Is he for real?

“I think yer bum’s oot the windae, but you’re not scaring me,” I say when his eyes return to mine.

His grin turns into a full-blown victory smile.

“What did that first bit mean? Bum’s what?”

“It means you’re talking rubbish or complete nonsense.”

“Silly Scots. I love your accent. It’s like catnip for my cock.”

I can’t help but giggle.

“You are something else, Hunter King. There’s so much pressure on me now.”

“Mmmmm, talking of pressure. Would you like me to fix yours? I want to hear you scream my name, baby. I’ll fuck you so good you won’t remember yours. I’ve thought about nothing else since I met you,” he whispers in my ear, scattering tingles everywhere.

Holy hell balls.

No one’s ever spoken like this to me before. He’s so direct. He knows what he wants. Me.

“You can tick that off your bucket list… Come home with me. I promise you though, it won’t be a one-night stand, and it’ll be an all-night affair over multiple nights.”

“I’m not that kind of girl, Mr. King.”

A pleased look dazzles his irresistible face. “Yet… I’ll show you what it’s like to come so hard we’ll break the fucking pressure gauge.”

Oh, yes, that please.

“And what douchebag has never made you come? I promise that will never happen on my watch. What an unthoughtful, self-centered asshole,” he fumes.

My eyes drop at the very thought of Hunter’s words. He’s not wrong. What a selfish man Jamie was. I’m slowly waking up to his past behavior and how he treated me. I actually thought it was me. Sorry. I’ll say that again. Jamie told me it was me. There was something wrong with me, mechanically is how he put it. Our sex life was always very one-sided, and it was all in his favor. I got used to it and it became normal. He said there was something wrong with me so many times, I believed it. Being high school sweethearts, we were each other’s firsts. Jamie was, is, my first and only. How pathetic. Here I am at twenty-seven with hardly any sexual experience. Crikey, a kiss almost got me off. Right here on the dance floor.

“Hey, where did you go? You alright?” Hunter asks with concern.

I glance up, his question lingering in his eyes.

I look him straight in the eyes. “Yeah. I’m great.”

He smiles, leans in, and kisses me with a newfound closeness we’ve just formed.

“Is that a yes to going home with me?”

Am I really doing this? “Yeah. I need to grab my bag and jacket though.”

His face lights up. “I’ll look after you, baby. Real good. I may not have one of those ladders like they do in Bridgerton though, but we can do lots of other dirty things together.”

I’m utterly speechless.

Hunter laces our hands together as we drift out of our little bubble. We weave through the crowded flashing dance floor as a loud sound of whooping and cheering startles us from above. It’s then we notice our friends lined along the balcony watching us, cheering us on. Ella is wolf whistling and Beth has her hands in the air, cheering.

“Jeez, how embarrassing.” I snuggle myself into Hunter’s chest, shying away from all the attention.

“Idiots.” He chuckles.

Once up the stairs with our friends, Hunter introduces me to his team and his sister Pippa, who’s adorable in every way.

“Oh, this night just got better,” Toni says, fanning her fingers in a wave as she’s introduced to Evan, Hunter’s fitness trainer. He’s exactly Toni’s type. Big, buff, blond, and blue eyes—he’s all the Bs.

I watch as our cocktail of friends gel together with seamless ease. A dreamy smile curves my lips as I observe Ella and Luke who are sitting, playing text message ping pong together. They are kidding no one.

Hunter and I reluctantly agree to stay longer, even though Hunter can’t keep his hands off me. He keeps growling into my neck, sharing his thoughts of how sexy he thinks I am and how he can’t wait to go back to his cabin.

I’m not used to being this close to someone, certainly not in a sexual way. Jamie barely touched me when we were out with our friends. Hunter’s the complete opposite. Very tender and loving toward me, and he doesn’t seem to care about his public displays of affection. Sexual confidence bounces off him.

I actually can’t wait to go home. I’m getting wetter by the minute just imagining him and me together. If it’s anything like how he touched me on the dance floor, then I’m in for a helluva night, I reckon. Miss Minnie has woken up, that’s for sure. But not just for any man, nope, just Hunter. He’s like the spark and I’m the flame, sparking something more than just attraction. He’s right about the connection we have; my whole body burns at the memory of his touch. We connect, we fit together, there’s no explanation for it.

As I watch the dance floor below from the balcony, Hunter returns from the bar, appearing behind me. He pulls my back to his front, gathers my hair into a fake ponytail, wraps his hands around it and arches my neck, trailing openmouthed kisses to the side of my jaw and behind my ear. “Let’s go home,” he whispers, sending a wave of tingles through me.

Holy shit, he is wild.

I want to go home now, but I’m also really nervous. It’s been a very long time since I’ve been with a man. Will I remember what to do? How will I please Hunter? He’s been with all those exotic-looking women.

I shake my head, ridding myself of my thoughts.

He said you’re his future, Eden. Focus on that.

Okay, sex-starved vagina. Let’s get you out of hibernation. It’s now or never.

“Hunter and I are going,” I turn around and state confidently to everyone.

It’s just like riding a bike, isn’t it? You never forget.

“You guys heading home too?”

Everyone looks at us with great amusement. They know why we want to go.

A resounding yes is expressed across our little circle as we gather up our belongings and start heading out to grab a taxi.

“Where’s Beth gone?” I ask.

“She’s with Billy.” Toni points down to the dance floor where we watch them for a moment. I’ve got to admit it. They look good together. Beth has a friends with benefits arrangement with Billy the Gardner. He’s hot, yeah, but really? I don’t want to know where the hell his hands have been all day. Although Beth and Billy has a nice ring to it. Hmmm…

“I’m too old and tired for late nights. God, Archie and Hamish will be up at the crack of dawn tomorrow.” Eva groans. “I want to sleep in tomorrow. Not have a hangover. Have lazy sex with Ewan. A hot bath in peace. Aw, man, I so want that.”

The group goes silent.

Eva looks around.

“Aw, shit, did I say that out loud?”

We all descend the stairs with laughter.

“You and your sisters really are very alike,” Hunter says laughing, taking his hand in mine.

“I’m just going to head to the restroom before we leave.” I turn as we get to the bottom of the VIP stairs. “I’ll be there in two minutes,” I hold two fingers up to Hunter and mouth two minutes, smiling.

He pulls me in, grabs my backside, and thrusts his hips into mine. “Hurry up, Eden, you’re torturing me. Be a good girl and make it one.”

“Okay.” I place a chaste kiss to his lips, then turn to walk down the corridor to the restrooms.

“I’ll come with you.” Ella grins at me, then follows at my heels.