I step off the Elliptical and nod my head, while catching my breath. “Yeah, okay. I think I’ve had about all I can take today anyways. Let me just go say bye to Kyan.”
Hunter grabs my arm and stops me from walking. “It will be better to just text him later. He didn’t look too happy. Trust me.”
I hesitate for a moment, feeling bad for just leaving without saying bye, but the last thing I want to do is make him even more upset than he already is.
Moving his hand up my arm, he grabs for my water bottle and walks me toward the door. “I didn’t realize that you were working out here until I saw you training with Kyan.” He looks up to meet my eyes as he holds the door open for me. “Kyan never does PT sessions, but seeing how sexual it looked, I can see why he wanted to. You seem to be his exception for a lot of things lately.”
He backs me up against my jeep door and smiles against my lips, while handing me my bottle. “I’ll see you in a few minutes.” He presses his lips to mine, kissing me long and hard before backing away. “Don’t keep me waiting.” He winks and turns to walk across the lot to his truck.
Opening my car door, I hop inside and shut it behind me. “Holy shit.” I run my hands over my face. “Just for fun. It’s just for fun. No one is going to get hurt. Two sexy . . . oh so sexy brothers.”
Once I feel that I’ve convinced myself, I drive off and head home, wondering what Hunter has planned.
Hunter is already waiting by an empty parking space once I pull into the back lot. He waits until I park my car before walking over and opening my door.
“Fuck, I feel as if that took forever.” Leaning over me, he grabs my face and presses his lips to mine. “I want to fuck you right here, Calla.”
I feel his hand slip down the front of my yoga pants and I instantly moan and throw my head back. “Hunter.” I push on his head as he pulls my shirt up and quickly sucks a nipple into his mouth. “People can see us.”
He releases my nipple and looks over the jeep. “No one’s around right now. Everyone’s at work.” He bites my bottom lip. “Relax and have fun.”
Pulling my legs over the side of the seat, he yanks my yoga pants and thong down and quickly pulls his hard dick out the top of his pants. He digs into his back pocket and pulls out a condom, ripping the wrapper open with his teeth.
I can’t stop looking around me, checking to see if anyone’s coming as he wraps my legs around him and pushes himself inside me.
“Oh shit . . . Hunter.” I grab onto his hair as he grinds into me, adjusting me to his big size. “I don’t want anyone to see us.”
He grins and begins to thrust hard and fast. “Oh I can make it fast, baby. People might not be able to see us, but they’ll be able to hear you.”
Grabbing my hips, he fucks me faster and harder than he’s ever moved before. I find myself biting my lip, trying to stop my screaming as he takes me.
I feel a rush from the risk of being caught as he takes me here in the open. The thought of just how public this is causes me to lose it, and I find myself clenching around him faster than I imagined.
This causes him to smile, and he thrusts into me a few more times before pulling out, gripping the top of the jeep as he strokes himself.
“Fuck, I needed that.” He pulls his condom off and shoves it in his pocket before kissing me. “Seeing you with my brother worked me up. It may be fucked up but it turned me on. I almost fucked you right there in the parking lot of the gym.”
I grip onto his back as he pulls my pants up and quickly fixes my hair. “I don’t think he would’ve liked that,” I say softly, imagining how he would’ve felt if he caught us having sex. There’s a huge difference in knowing something and witnessing it firsthand.
My heart sinks at the thought that it could possibly have some kind of affect on him.
“I need to get back to the gym.” He licks his lips and smiles against my mouth. “I just had to get that out first. Glad I did too. See ya later, gorgeous.”
“What the . . .” I run my hands through my hair and take a deep breath. “Hunter,” I mumble.
I have no idea why I am still letting this happen. It’s got to stop at some point. Right?
Nothing this easy lasts forever, at least not without someone getting hurt . . .
I READ MY SISTER’S LETTER for about the hundredth time, just staring at it, and letting the words blur together until my eyes begin to water. So much has happened over the last couple of weeks; more than what I’m used to. For the past two years things have been the same: work with Tori, live with Tori, and hang out with Tori. It’s been simple and familiar. Now . . . now I have my sister’s wedding haunting me, and two gorgeous brothers constantly running through my head, driving me insane.
Too much is happening at once and I’m beginning to feel as if I’m losing my damn mind. I need time to think. I just need to figure out these emotions that have been sweeping through me.
This all started out as fun. I was longing for something different. It was something I’ve never done before. Hell, I haven’t even been sexually active since Jordan. It felt nice to be desired for once, but now . . . now where does this leave me? Desiring the touch of two brothers that want nothing more than a physical relationship with me? I’m so confused, but I’ve never been more sexually satisfied in my life.
I look up from the couch when the front door opens and closes. I hear Tori asking Brad to go to her room and wait for her, before she plops down next to me on the couch.
She nods down at the letter in my hand. “You finally read the letter, huh?”
I hold it up before flipping it over and placing it on the coffee table. “Yeah. Only once . . . or five times, but who’s counting. Doesn’t really matter. It’s complete bullshit, but she did at least ask you to photograph her wedding. Isn’t that just so damn nice of her?”
Tori squeezes the couch cushion and makes an irritated noise. “Seriously! What makes her think that I’d want to do that shit for her after what she did to you? Is she fucking high?”
I look up and face her. I can’t help but to laugh at the look she’s making. “Calm down before you pop an eye out. You’re scaring me.”
She shakes her head and lets out a deep breath to calm herself. “I’m okay. I’m okay.” She takes another deep breath and releases it. “Doesn’t she already have a photographer? The wedding is tomorrow afternoon.”