Hunting Eden (Triple Trouble 1)

Chapter Twenty-Four

Stooshie: noun, a row or fracas, commotion. Pronounced: Stoo-she.

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Hunter

“Hell, man, what a day. You’re in the final tomorrow. You smashed it today.” Luke beams in disbelief as we get out of the car and I tip the driver. The privileges of being a player in the tournament, you’re assigned a driver for the week. We’re now back at the retreat and I am buzzing.

What an adrenaline rush today. Luke, Evan, and I have been nonstop talking about my technique since we got in the car.

“I can’t wait for tomorrow now. First. Shower and then I’m off to see my girl.” I grin wide as I walk toward my cabin. “Have a great night, guys; thanks for today. Bring on tomorrow.” We all start whooping.

Just as I’m about to push my key in the door, I notice two people standing off in the distance at Chloe’s tree. I slide my bag off my shoulder and place it on the doorstep.

I slowly walk across the path and onto the grass for a better view.

Eden and Jamie.

My excitement bubbles burst all around me.

I watch as the pair of them chat and Eden smiles briefly, shaking her head. They have so much history together; I wonder what they’re talking about.

Eden brings her hands to her face suddenly as her shoulders shake.

Oh, baby.

Snaking his arms around Eden, Jamie pulls her into him, and she dips her head into his shoulder. I can only watch as he kisses the top of her head.

I close my eyes in pain; I can’t watch this.

I shouldn't be watching this.

It’s their child.

Not mine.

His and hers.

That connection will be there forever.

He’s here in Scotland and I’m about to leave.

Reluctantly I turn and walk back to my accommodation; my body now feels as heavy as an 850-ton engine.

Since Jamie appeared the other night after our meal, Eden has become really quiet and I've had this overwhelming feeling that she’s pulling away from me. Her texts have been one-word answers since last night too; it’s very unlike her.

The combination of me leaving and Jamie’s return hasn’t been the best timing.

Following my bit of a stooshie with Jamie. That’s what Eden called it. Apparently, it means strong words were exchanged. Their language makes me laugh. It made me feel wretched for her. It was wrong of me to react. It’s what he wanted and his vile words, the way he spoke about Eden, were so disrespectful.

We never spoke about it, not really. I’m unaware of how she feels about the whole thing. She also never told me much about what he wants or what they spoke about.

She held her ground though, and I admire how strong she was with him. I’m hoping it’s because I was there and she doesn’t back down when others aren’t around to defend her.

She’s much stronger now. Not the fragile woman I met in that field, she’s growing in confidence every day.

Not wanting to push her after Jamie’s abrupt exit, we simply spent the night having a soothing shower and takeout dinner together. Wanting to show her it’s not about the sex for me all the time, which we do a lot of, and it’s phenomenal, but connection and conversation in other ways, with Eden, is incomparable. We always have so much to say. However, last night, she was a little quiet and reserved.

An odd sensation coils in my stomach.

I need to pull myself together. She told me she wanted to show Jamie Chloe’s tree. Closure is what she’s seeking, I think. I hope it's exactly that because she and Jamie look very close.

Jealousy is not usually an ugly trait of mine, but with Eden, it runs deep and I truly don’t trust Jamie with her. I can’t help but wonder if Jamie wants her back or plans on staying around. All I know is that I don’t want him around my girl.

Remembering that broken girl back on the pier all those weeks ago, I saw how hurt she was as she recounted her not so splendid memories of him, Chloe, and fresh evidence of Jamie’s infidelity.

It wasn’t pleasant to watch. And I never want her to feel like that again.

As I push and twist my key to open my door, trepidation swamps me and I can’t help feeling that I’m about to find out what the universe really has in store for me, none of it planned by me.

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Entering Eden’s dark entryway to her home, I wonder if she’s even in. I took my time showering and getting ready to come over, giving Eden the space to freshen herself up after visiting Chloe’s tree. I cannot imagine what losing a child must feel like, and she’s always very reticent after her tree visits.

“Hello?” I call out.

Walking cautiously into the living room area, I spot a single lit candle on the coffee table with a little note under it.

I’m up the stairs.

No kisses, embellishments, or smiley faces, like she would usually add.

I pad up the creaky wooden stairs, not knowing what to expect. Mixed emotions flood my heart knowing that we have a bittersweet couple of days left together combined with the vision of her and Jamie together earlier too. My head feels tight and heavy.

Upon entering her bedroom, as I slide the heavy-duty barn-style door along the industrial wheel railings, I'm welcomed by a gust of warm heat with dozens and dozens of white candles lit throughout the room. Their light dances across the surfaces of the walls and ceiling, and I’m hit by a cocktail of exotic fragrance in the air.

“Hi.” A soft whisper makes me shift my focus toward the bathroom door and I gasp.

Surrounded by the glowing light from the bathroom behind her and the light of the candles, Eden leans against the doorway in nothing but a soft pink and black feather lace bra, the smallest matching lace micro thong, garter belt, and black lace top stockings.

My throat dries up. She’s so seductive and sexy, but tonight I wanted to spend it cuddling on the couch and relaxing with her. Just simply being with her is more than I needed tonight. I was not expecting this at all.

“Hey, baby,” I whisper back.

“I wanted to surprise you.”

“You certainly have managed that.” I hold out my hand, motioning her to take it. “I only got to see you briefly this morning down on the course. I’ve missed you today.”

She glides across the room toward me and takes my hand but doesn’t confirm she missed me too.

“You okay?” I ask with worry.

“Yeah, I’m good, Hunter. I don’t want to talk. I want you to make love to me. Slowly.” She purrs as she rises on her tiptoes. I lean down to meet her soft lips and like always, the urge to devour her inches around my body.

This is most unlike Eden; she’s becoming more and more comfortable and confident with me; however, something feels a little off.

She slides her hands downward to the hem of my shirt, then pulls it over my head. Not missing any of the divots as she moves south, she plants wispy kisses across my washboard abs.

Dipping her hands into the waistband of my jeans, she locates the top button. Painfully slow, she unbuttons them, popping one at a time. With ease, she drops my jeans and black fitted boxers to the floor, and I step out of them.

Palming my cock with her hand, I let out a long moan. The blood rushes to my cock, becoming harder as she strokes me up and down with her delicate hand.

“You like that, Hunter?” She holds my gaze.

“I love it, Eden. I love you.”

I cup her face with my hands and we kiss tenderly, softly. Nothing in this lifetime comes close to how I feel about Eden. With every thud of my beating heart, I love her. With all my soul. I want to move my life to be with her.

“Make love to me, Hunter.”

Dipping slightly, I grab the back of her thighs, lift her up and walk over to the bed, and lay her down gently. Against the bed she looks divine in her contrasting light and dark underwear. So sexy and so angelic all at the same time.

I ply her with kisses across her body, building the anticipation of what’s coming, she pants and whimpers with lust.

I pull her miniscule thong to the side and run my finger down her wet folds where I find the sweet spot between her legs. Instantly she starts ooooohing and writhing at my touch. Dipping my finger into her wet pussy, I pump slowly in and out, then add another finger.

Her pants become loud and shallow, with every plunging finger fuck.

“Yes. I want more, I need you, Hunter.”

Pulling her panties further to the side, I slide my hands up her body, over her sheer stocking tops, then pull and snap the straps of her suspenders against her skin. She gasps as I cover her lips with mine, slowly kissing her over and over as my now dripping pre-come cock slides in. She wraps her slender legs around my waist, tight.

This is where I belong. With her like this. We are explosive together. It’s like coming home and she’s the best welcome home party.

We rock slowly, taking our time, kissing, exploring one another.

Rolling us carefully, Eden now on top, I push her back slightly and rise to meet her. Sitting upright like this, this closeness I feel with her, it’s sublime. Looping my hands around, I unclip her bra, expose her full breasts, and suck her pebbled rosy nipple into my mouth.

Eden grabs the back of my head, begging me to suck harder. She has such sensitive nipples of late; me doing this makes her crazy.

Lazily, she slides up and down my cock as I move across to her other nipple, giving it the same attention as the other.

“Ooooooh,” she whimpers.

Cupping her peachy ass, I spear her harder up and down.

She pulls my face upward hard into hers and our tongues dance and sing together in harmony. We breathe rough and fast with each pump as she pounds herself onto me again and again.

We lose ourselves in one another.

Spur of the moment, I throw my arms around her back, lie down on the bed, taking Eden with me, and spin us around with Eden now under me.

“Ah, Hunter, yes, there, that feels so good.”

I spread my knees wide, thrusting rough and deep.

Smoothing my fingertips across her body, I bow down and pin her arms slowly above her head.

I entwine our fingers together, hands palm to palm. Inches away from each other, I ride her like there’s no tomorrow. Without warning, I get an overwhelming sensation that we aren’t getting tomorrow. We have no more days for at least another two months.

This feels like goodbye as she looks deep into my eyes. Why does it feel like this? I stop moving.

“Why did you stop?” she blinks and asks breathlessly.

“I just wanted to look at you. You’re so beautiful, Eden. I want to remember everything about this face. I’m going to miss you so much.”

Her eyes glaze with emotion and I move in to kiss her with the lightest of touches. Our kiss is soft and sweet as our tongues tap each other briefly, teasing one another.

With slow movements I undulate my pelvis in waves, thrusting in and out again, not slow, not fast, but with meaningful momentum. Our moans flood the warm candlelit room. Our shadows flicker across the walls and ceiling.

Eden is glowing; she’s my twin flame.

“Hunter.”

“I know, baby, I know.”

In perfect sync with one other, her heart beats with mine, our impending orgasms build and build. Warmth and rapid-fire spasms at the base of my spine spark. I’m at the point of no return, as the sensation at the tip of my cock builds fast, becoming super sensitive. Feeling my muscles pull from my stomach and thighs into my balls. I can no longer hold it and we come together, hard, screaming each other's names. Eden clenches around me over and over as I come inside her hot, wet core, emptying myself deep.

Leaning back slightly, I rivet my eyes to her exquisite face as she loses herself in us. It’s blissful and euphoric all at once.

We slowly come down together. Eden peeps at me with her ocean-blue eyes and gives me a half smile.

“What’s up, baby? You feeling sad?” I pant.

Instantaneously, tears pool in her eyes and slide down her temples.

She sniffles. “I love you so much, Hunter.”

This isn’t goodbye. Why does it feel like she’s saying goodbye?

Planting a soft kiss to her forehead and then her temple, I rotate us onto our sides, still connected.

“Everything's going to be just fine,” I say, although I’m not convinced myself. Eden’s quietness and distance the last few days have kind of thrown me off. Jamie turning up and then the tree encounter has done nothing to eliminate my dreaded thoughts either.

Eden snuggles into me. I pull her in tight as if trying to mold her body, heart and soul with mine so she can be with me everywhere all the time.

“I have something that might cheer you up. I made the final,” I whisper.

“Why didn’t you say?” She lifts her head up to catch my eyes.

“Eh, because you seduced me as soon as I arrived. Annnddd you told me no talking.” I chuckle.

“Fair point. So tomorrow, huh?”

“Yeah, tomorrow. Final.”

“I’m so happy for you. Does this mean more sponsorship opportunities and stuff?”

“That, plus it moves me up the World Golf Ranking too.” I bug my eyes.

“You’re so talented, Hunter. For the few hours I’ve come down this week, you’re so driven and focused. You’re a joy to watch.”

“Did you just give golf a compliment?”

“Yeah, it’s still boring though. I just like watching you.”

“It’s the forearms again, isn’t it?”

“Yup, it really is. When you bend down to pick up your ball and flex your arms, oshhh. It gives me fanny flutters.”

“I had never heard that term until now. To us a fanny is a butt.”

“I know. I’ve taught you lots of Scottish and British words since moving here. You can take it all with you when you leave and educate the masses for me.”

Still inside Eden, not wanting to be anywhere else, we lie together, holding one other.

“When did Jess and Jax get here? I didn’t see them, but Beth said she did.”

“Please don’t spoil the night mentioning those two. I don’t want to talk about them. Tell me, after you left the course today, did you do much later?” I ask, fishing to see if she’ll tell me Jamie visited Chloe with her.

“Nope. I ran five classes today plus a lunchtime tap class. Then I went to buy this underwear from the little lingerie shop in town. I’m sure Isla will have texted the entire town, knowing we’re together. And then I came back home. I bought us food too. Are you hungry?”

Eden’s reply has suddenly left me with no appetite.

I can’t help thinking she’s not telling me something. A sense of unease washes over me, and I wonder why didn’t tell me she was with Jamie today. “I’m not very hungry.”

“Me either. I’ve been feeling sick for a few days.”

“Have you?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, really. I think it’s the heat in the studio these past few days,” she reasons. “Wanna have a shower?”

“I’ve just had one, but you made me dirty again.” I slide out of her. “C’mon, baby. You look fucking hot. But we need a shower.”

She giggles. But not her usual full-hearted one. We make our way into the shower and the rest of the evening goes by too quickly.

Knowing I have a big game tomorrow, I don’t care as I have a sensational last night with my girl. Kissing her, caressing her, loving her.

We are complete opposites, where countries and careers divide us.

We are happy and sad.

American and Scottish.

Golfer and dancer.

Tall and short.

America and Scotland.

We are one, but are we though?

I’m holding on to some of Eden’s hope she speaks of.

Hope that we can make this work.

I have to make this work.