“You better hold onto something, cupcake.” Before I can reply he dips his head, running his tongue along me, parting my lips with it. His fingers enter me as he slowly circles my clit with the tip of his tongue. I rise off the seat but his hand grip my hips, holding me in place. I start to moan, gripping onto the head rest behind me and digging my fingers into the fabric. His tongue begins to dart in and out of me and he circles my clit, pressing down hard intermittently. My legs start to tense up as the orgasm starts to build. My breathing starts to speed up and I scream his name as I fall over the edge into ecstasy.
Hunter looks up at me, smiling. “Sweet as a fucking cupcake.”
This man just might be the death of me.
Chapter Thirteen
Hunter
Watching her fall apart in the car after hearing her ask for it has my dick rock hard. This day needs to fly by so I can take her tonight. Telling her what I did last night scared the shit out of me, but after she said yes, my nerves calmed. Until this morning.
That fucking rose. Whoever the asshole is, I will not let him get to her. When the detective started questioning me, it took everything I had to keep my cool. Once he asked me about Amy, I lost it. I know I should probably talk to Sam about it. I could tell by the look on her face that she wanted to ask me about it. I’m just not ready.
The fact that someone is after Sam and I have no idea who it is, is making me feel helpless. I can’t let her down the way I did Amy. I can’t lose her too. I have to keep her safe. As we walk from the car into the building, my eyes are scanning the area, making sure that everything is okay. When we get in, someone runs up to us, ushering Sam into the dressing room and leaving me there, feeling lost.
“Can I help you?” I look to my side to see a brunette in a barely there dress.
“I’m here with Samantha Baker for her photo shoot. Where should I wait?”
The girl’s eyes seem to assess me before she gives me a slutty ass smile. “You could always come and hang out in my room. She will probably be a few hours.”
Real subtle. Normally, I would jump at the chance for a quick hook-up but I told Sam that we would try. “I’m good.” I walk away, not waiting for a response.
“Hunter.” I turn around to see Sam walking up to me. “You can come back here with us.” She smiles at me, a genuine smile, not the fake kind she usually has plastered on her face. I wrap my arms around her waist and place a kiss on her lips. “What was that for?”
“I don’t need a reason, cupcake.” I follow her through the door, not looking back to see the random’s response.
Sam’s first shoot is for a new wine that she has developed. I was shocked when she told me that she had spent the last year trying to get this thing together. I guess I just figured she was the face of the operation like everyone else. They had her in a hot red bikini and drinking her wine by the pool. This shit definitely didn’t help my case of blue balls.
The second shoot I took her to was for a perfume line. She was dressed as an angel, and she looked so fucking beautiful. When she was done and went back to change, an idea hit me. I got the attention of one of the production assistants. “Hey, can you help me out with something?”
She nodded and I explained to her what I needed. After laughing, she said she would take care of it. I see the food table set up, realizing that neither of us has eaten all day. I head over, make her a salad and grab myself a burger. When she comes out of the room, I hand the to go container to her. “No arguments, you’re eating it in the car.”
She leans up on her tip toes and gives me a kiss. “Thank you, babe.”
The term babe hits me like a brick. That’s an official “boyfriend” term. A panic builds inside of me. A part of me wants to run away. Then I look over at her talking to someone, she is laughing and seems to be happier then I have ever seen her at one of these. I try to get a hold of my nerves, pushing my flight instinct down. The only thing worse than risking getting hurt would be hurting her. She trusted me last night, let me in. I can’t disappoint her.
The feelings I have for her are developing so fast that I feel like I’m falling without a parachute. Maybe it’s because I haven’t let anyone in for so long. Maybe it’s just her. She creates this crazy kind of madness in me but for some reason it calms me at the same time. Whenever I am with her, it just feels right. I have been trying to figure out what it is that draws me to her but I can’t. Whatever it is, I just hope it doesn’t end in disaster.
When we get into the car, I’m pleasantly surprised that Sam doesn’t fight me on eating. “Stop looking at me like I’m some exhibit. I told you I would eat it and I will.”
I laugh. “I guess I expected more rebellion.”
“I’m not stupid Hunter, and I don’t want to be sick. I think landing in the hospital was my wake up call.”
I nod my head, eating my burger and thankful that she seems to have gotten the message when the doctor talked to her. Now, if I could only control her crazy ass mother.
When I think about the way she treats Sam, it makes me sick. The things she says to her are nothing that any human being should have to endure, especially not from a parent. I refuse to listen to that shit anymore. She won’t get away with it while I’m around. I hope at some point Sam can stand up for herself, but until she can, I will.
We pull up to the TV station and the crowd here is even worse than the one at the hotel. This is the part that scares me. There are so many people around us, that I feel like one mistake and something could happen to her. What if the person doing this is in the crowd? I would never know until it was too late.
We make it in the building safely and people quickly usher her away and all start talking at the same time. After Sam gets dressed, she comes out of the room and I can tell something is off. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m just nervous.” She wrings her hands. “Everyone knows about the stalking and now they are going to ask me about it in the interview.”
“Just breathe. You haven’t done anything wrong. You’re the victim here. Want me to threaten to kick his ass if he does anything shitty?”
She laughs. “I needed that.” We walk toward the studio hand in hand, when someone steps in front of us.
“Samantha, I’m Tommy, Mr. Morgan’s assistant.” She shakes his hand and his eyes focus in on our joined hands.
“Nice to meet you, this is Hunter Stone; he is my security so he’ll be following me backstage.”
Tommy nods at me and then instructs us to follow him. He shows Sam where to stand and what her cue is to come out on stage, then disappears.
In a few minutes the music plays, signaling Sam to go out. When the audience sees her they all cheer, and she waves to them as she makes her way to the chair. Her and the host exchange greetings before she sits down. He begins by asking her about the tour, and her music, then it comes up. I feel helpless having to watch it all go down.
“So, I have to say I was surprised because I haven’t heard anything about this, but do you now have a man in your life?”
The audience cheers as Sam’s face shows the shock that I’m experiencing. “Who told you that?” she plasters on the fake smile but I can see past it and can tell she is panicking.
“My assistant actually saw the two of you backstage.” Shit.
“Um, I guess the cat is out of the bag now.” Everyone starts to clap as she squirms in her seat.
“He’s your security, right?” A picture of us taken by the paparazzi a couple days ago appears on the screen. We are holding hands and I am helping her into the car. The audience starts to clap again and yell their approval.
“Uh yeah.” I can tell that all she wants to do is run away.
The interview awkwardly continues, the topic stays on us for a little while, although Sam doesn’t say much. They never ask about the stalker. I guess breaking this story was better for them. When her interview is over, she all but runs off the stage to me.