The drive back to her house consisted primarily of Sarah probing into Hunter’s life incessantly, without shame, and Emma cringing into her palm.
“So, how old are you?”
Hunter’s response was nonchalant. “29.”
“Right, right… what do you for fun?”
The car rattled as it sped over uneven, unpaved country road and Emma wished that the road would swallow her whole.
Hunter seemed as if he was hard-pressed for an answer, eventually saying, “Too busy for fun.”
“Oh, pfft,” Sarah’s response was slightly slurred, “What does macho man do when he’s free?”
“Sarah…” Emma groaned, wishing it hadn’t snowed so much so they could go faster.
“I like to cook.”
Sarah hummed. “Interesting.”
“And I like to garden in the summer.”
“Oh,” Sarah looked at Emma. “A man who gardens.”
“Please shut up.”
Sarah did not shut up. “What’s your type?”
Hunter glanced at Sarah in the rear-view mirror, “type of what?”
“You know, blonde, blue eyes, brown eyes, kinky?”
“Sarah!”
If Emma wasn’t mistaken, she was sure that Hunter’s grip tightened on the wheel just then, his knuckles whitening momentarily.
“God knows that my preferences became irrelevant a while ago.”
“What in the world does that mean?”
Hunter smirked, “Well. If you have to know, I usually prefer redheads.”
“What?” It was Emma who talked this time, her eyebrows furrowing. “Redheads?”
“Yeah, a girl that can cook as well,” he paused, his blue eyes unwavering and glued to the road. “Would prefer she has her life in order, doesn’t have a temper, thinks rationally.”
“Tit size?” Sarah interrupted, leaning forward from the back seat so her head was in between Emma and Hunter.
“At least a C cup.”
Emma rolled her eyes, “men.”
“Agreed. Men.” Sarah Amen’d to that, slumping back in the seat. “What is it with being a C cup?”
“And wanting redheads,” Emma tried to squash the irritation that she was feeling. Why did it bother her so much that Hunter was ultimately, and unequivocally, such a guy. At the end of the day, all they wanted was a Betty Boop who could tidy up the house and have cornbread and stew waiting for them at the end of a long day’s hard work.
“What’s it to you?”
“Nothing.”
Hunter seemed to be taking a perverse enjoyment out of this, and she could feel him glancing at her from the side of his eye. She hoped it was dark enough that he couldn’t see her flush. This night needed to end. Pronto.
“Do you have any hot cop friends you can set me up with?” Sarah probed, to which Hunter actually laughed.
“I’m sure any man at that table would be willing to take you out on a date.”
And at that, the jeep pulled up at the quaint Jackson house. Emma couldn’t have been more relieved.
“Wow, this place is creepy,” Sarah mused out loud as she unbuckled her seat, “no wonder someone is trying to kill you here, Em.”
“Let’s get your drunk ass to bed,” Emma rolled her eyes, and got out of the seat to help Sarah out of the car. Once she was steady, she shut the passenger door and leaned in to give Hunter a tense smile. “Thanks for the ride, Sheriff.”
“Just a quick word with you once you tuck Sarah in,” he muttered quietly enough so only Emma would hear. She cocked her head to the side confusedly, her eyes filling with puzzlement. Before she could ask him what the fuck he wanted to say at one-thirty in the god-damn morning, Sarah stumbled to the side and she pulled away to catch her.
Her heart was already drumming with unnecessary anticipation as she unlocked the door, and got Sarah in. The heat was back on, and the house was quiet and empty as per always. Listening to Sarah moan on and on about size C breasts, she maneuvered her to the upstairs bedroom where she tucked her in. “Ok. I’m just going to have a quick talk with Hunter and then I’ll be right back, OK?”
Sarah’s brown eyes peered up at her innocently and she nodded with fervor. “I can totally tell why you’re fucked up about that guy. That broad shoulder…” She brought her index finger to her thumb and made an appreciative O-K sign. “Yummmmmmmy.”
Emma rolled her eyes, bringing the blanket up to her chin as she turned on the lamp and quickly checked the bathroom to make sure it was empty (checking for intruders had become a nasty habit – once you’ve been followed, had your house broken into and had someone try to kill you, it was a hard habit to shake it off).
Hunter’s car was still running when she made it back downstairs, and she hopped into the passenger side quickly. “What do you want?”
“Mind if we go for a quick ride?”
“Umm…” she seemed to have no say in it. Hunter had already shifted the gear to reverse, and they were rolling out of the driveway. “You realise my best friend just flew to visit me, right?”
“Not going far.” He seemed agitated, his words terse and his muscles taut. She looked at him disconcertedly, trying to gauge what was going on.
“It’s nearly two in the morning.”
He gave her a dry glare, “I’m well aware.”
“God, you’re aggravating.”
“You’re telling me.”
Hunter wasn’t lying when he said they weren’t going far. He literally drove down the street, veering off the road onto a trough in between the woods. Darkness enveloped them completely, save for a sliver of moonlight that made it through snow-tipped branches in the trees around and above them. They were completely isolated, save for the forest around them and her house atop the driveway some meters away.
In that instant, Emma understood completely.
And suddenly, Emma’s mouth was very dry.
No words were exchanged as Hunter unbuckled his seatbelt and looked over at her. His lips were pursed, as if both frustrated, maddened and impatient by the situation. He didn’t say anything as he gazed at her intensely, the sound of his every breath filling up the space in the car like hot liquid. It was very clear then why he’d driven here, what he wanted, and what that electricity was between them.
Cheeks pink, she realised her heart was hammering.
“Well?” was all he said, he body turned towards her, one hand on the wheel.
She didn’t need any prodding. Despite how crazy he made her, how mad he made her, and how upset she was by what happened mere minutes ago, she wanted him. Not thinking twice, lest she changed her mind, she unbuckled her seatbelt. Fuck, she wanted him more than she wanted air.
It happened so fast, it was dizzying. One moment she was sitting down, and the next she was straddling him in the driver’s seat, her back pressed against the wheel, his hands clasped around her hips. Her knees were wedged uncomfortably on either side of him, his body painfully close to hers.
His lips were on her throat and she gasped as he nibbled on her skin, making her arch her back. The horn of the car sounded then, as she pushed against the wheel. He chuckled as he tugged her closer. “Let’s not let everyone know what we’re up to here,” he whispered into her ear, licking along her earlobe.
He was thick and hard against her, and her hands impatiently went to his buckle. She was wet already, had been, since she stepped into her car. She needed her in him. Now.
Her shirt was off, she wasn’t sure if she took it off or he did, and his teeth were grazing her nipples with her bra pulled up to her neck. She whimpered as he ground his hardness against her jeans, gripping her so tightly that she could do nothing but feel his cock rub against her.
His belt was off, and she managed to pull his hardness into her hand, making him hiss. She kissed him then, swallowing the sound, and immediately met his tongue with hers.
“Redheads, huh?” she whispered as they broke momentarily. She clasped his girth tightly.
He grunted as she did so, “you know you drive me crazy.”
“I don’t have big tits,” she paused, suddenly feeling insecure, wanting to torment him for it.
Hunter didn’t seem fazed, and only motioned to his groin. He was breathing heavily, and that pleased her. “Can’t you tell what you do to me?”
“I don’t cook or have my life together.”
“You, Emma, defy logic.”
She didn’t know what to say to that. So instead, she kissed him again, drowning in it this time. There was a burning in her belly, in her cunt, and kind of all over really, and all she wanted was to get more naked with him.
Which was kind of hard to do in a car.
Hunter was unzipping her jeans and trying to pull them down but what with her straddling him, it was hard to get them down past her ass. It was nearly impossible to get his jeans down too, and she gave up after managing to move them down an inch or two. She had managed to get his length free from his boxers, and that’s all she needed.
With her jeans halfway down her ass, he pulled her panties to her side and pulled her on top of him. “I’ve been wanting this since I saw you in those tiny shorts at the bar.”
She grunted as the size of him pushed against her, barely able to accommodate. “I would really prefer to do this in a bed for once.”
“We can do it more than just once,” he muttered as he pushed himself inside of her while pulling her down with her waist. She cried out as her hips grinded against his, his thickness filling up every inch inside of her.
Words disappeared as she moved against him, her back arching against his chest as he buried his head into her chest. The moonlight cast a pale light against her back, his face dark against the shadows. She was making no effort in remaining quiet, the car filled with sounds of her cries, his groans, and their thrusts.
She didn’t know when she started cumming, but it happened before she knew she was even close. The tightness in her stomach began to uncoil, her muscles quivering and clenching inside of her. Wanting more of him, she ground against him harshly and he swore.
“Fuck,” was all he said before he came inside of her, his body suddenly tensing. “Feeling you… do that…” and then he buried his face into her neck as he convulsed under her.
Breathing heavily, the two sat there for a while, collapsed against each other. As if waking from a dream, Emma became aware of the sounds around her. The whistling of the wind against the car. The creaking of the branches around them. The rustle of the soft snow on the ground.
The heartbeat of the semi-naked man underneath her. The scent of his musk. The sound of his breath against her neck.
She felt so addicted to him.
And she knew she wanted more.