9. A Special Kind Of Pain Reliever

Chapter 9

A Special Kind Of Pain Reliever

Hunter

“ T his has been a tremendous waste of everyone’s time,” I say to the room as I reluctantly tuck the gun back inside my belt. “And tonight marks the end of whatever issues you have with Megan, Miss Parillo. In fact, it would be in your best interest for you and your ragtag band of misfits to cease making any kind of trouble for Megan ever again. Otherwise, I’ll pay your father a house call to let him know what you’ve been up to and how it’s affecting his bottom line. Not only will I not give him any funding for his failing business, but I’ll make sure that no one in the United States gives him one red dime. You’ll be penniless in less than a week.”

Ashley’s eyes water as the realization of my threat penetrates her thick skull and settles into her minuscule brain.

“Let’s go, Ashley,” Ricky says curtly as he and the rest of the group quickly scoop up their things to leave.

As the booth clears, Parker returns to check on us. “You all right, boss?”

“We’re good, but this group needs an escort directly to the exit.”

“Gladly.”

“Is my guest okay?” I ask him about the business associate I have waiting in my office.

“Lars is taking good care of him,” Parker assures me.

“And the girl?”

“Waiting in your office, as requested.”

“Perfect.”

Once it’s just me and Megan left, Parking sliding the curtain closed behind him, I turn my attention to her and sigh heavily, “Were you always this drama prone, or is this a new thing?”

She looks down at her legs before looking up at me, her tone dry. “It was never this bad until I met you.”

“Somehow, I doubt that.”

It takes a lot to make me sad, to make me angry, or to make me feel just about anything, but I feel a mixture of all of those emotions as I walk over the shattered glass and crouch next to her.

“Are you okay, baby?”

It’s almost as if my question gives her permission to finally lower the shield I figure she must have had up ever since these so-called classmates of hers walked into the club.

“I think so.” Her eyes are wide, and there’s a slight tremor in her hands as she holds onto the edges of my jacket and falls into my embrace. The murderous rage within me is calming down now that I have her in my arms. “I think I’m going to have to make a few staff adjustments.” She lowers her head and leans it into the crook of my arm, her expression tired now. “I need a fucking vacation.”

“Where do you want to go?”

“Just stop talking, Hunter,” she mutters against my chest, and my hand comes up to settle on her head.

“Lars is going to see to your wounds.“

“They’re just shallow cuts.” She lifts her head. “Thankfully, I don’t need stitches again.”

I inspect her wounds and am relieved that she’s right.

“He’ll still take a look at them. In the meantime, I can either have a word with that server myself or–“

“I’ll come with you,” Megan says sharply. “If she tells another lie about me or about her part in what happened tonight, I’m going to punch her in the mouth myself.”

A small grin spreads across my face as I look down at her. “Is it just me, or are you getting a little bloodthirsty?”

“I wouldn’t say I’m becoming bloodthirsty, but I’m sick of letting people take advantage of me all the time. It stops tonight, and it starts with her.”

“I wish it would have started a little earlier. Then maybe you wouldn’t have shards of glass in your beautiful legs.”

“They were paying customers.”

“They were here for one thing only, and that was to fuck with you. You should have never let them in. That’s why you’re the manager. I pay you to make those types of judgment calls.”

“You’re right. I’ll do better.”

She wiggles herself deeper inside my embrace, tightening her arms around my waist.

“And if there’s anything I can do to make things better, you know I will,” I tell her.

“Like shoot a few college kids in a nightclub?” She deadpans.

“I was only going to shoot one.”

She leans her head back. “You can’t go around shooting people and think that’s okay.”

“He could have put a stop to this a long time ago. He’s a pussy.”

Megan shakes her head in disbelief. “You’re insane.”

I’ve become helplessly entangled in Megan, and I’m level-headed enough to acknowledge that. If she can’t bring herself to trust me all the way yet, then I can at least become the place she can lean against if it helps her stand firmer.

“About you.” I caress her cheek before leaning down and kissing her deeply.

As always, her eyes flutter shut as she obediently opens her mouth, allowing me to force my tongue inside and taste the bitter coffee that’s still fresh on her tongue.

My cock hardens almost instantly when she fists her hand in my shirt, trying to pull herself closer to me. My blood heats up from her submissive reaction whenever I put my hands on her. She may snarl and swipe at me during the day, but when I touch her, it’s as if her body already knows that it belongs to me. When I pull away, I wonder when kissing her became so addicting.

I can see her trying to clear her head, and she glares at me. “Stop it; I’ve got glass in my legs.”

“Does it sting?”

“A little.”

“Let me fix that.”

With my forehand, I sweep any remaining bits of glass on one of the velvet sofas and place her down on it.

“What are you doing?”

“Pain reliever.”

“I thought you were going to have Lars handle it?”

“He can’t handle this part.”

I kneel on the floor before her, sliding her skirt high to her hips.

“Your knees,” she comments, concerned that I may cut them.

“I don’t care about that. I only care about this.”

I slide the crotch of her panties to the side, bury my head between her legs, and inwardly groan at the hypnotic scent of her pussy.

It feels like a lifetime since I’ve tasted her.

“Hunter,” she moans, then mews as I taste the delicious bud between her folds.

I slide her hips forward and gently place each leg on my shoulders so I can make her forget about the last fifteen minutes. Then I thrust my tongue inside of her as her head falls back in bliss.

“Yes, Hunter," she approves.

I continue working her pussy with my tongue as I feel her orgasm wind inside of her. She squeezes my head like a vise with her thighs, but it only makes my dick harder.

She tastes sweeter than I could have imagined. A honeyed sweetness, heady and thick, as if a field were flowering in my mouth.

Her hands grip my biceps, and her nails dig into my skin. I continue thrusting my tongue inside her cunt, and she cries out, pulling me deeper inside of her.

I stop for a moment and raise my head so I can look into her eyes. “I love you,” I tell her with sincerity.

She smiles in response, then wraps her legs around my waist in an effort to pull me closer. "Come here, Mr. Middleton."

Our kiss is slow and gentle until I end it. Sliding back down to my position, but this time with both of my hands wrapped around each of her breasts. We both moan as I squeeze her nipples and slide my tongue back inside her wet pussy.

She starts to move her hips in time with my tongue, and I'm still holding onto her tits as her entire body becomes rigid with desire.

“Oh, god!” she cries out as her orgasm comes swift and hard and does exactly what I hoped it would. It replaces a horrible memory of what happened to her in this booth with a much better one.

“That was fantastic.” She smiles.

I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.

“I’m glad to have been of service.”

She stares at the huge bulge behind my zipper.

“I can help you out, too.”

“Not right now, Miss Taylor. We’re still at work. But you can reciprocate after hours at my place.”

“Is that right?” She grins seductively.

“You can reciprocate all fucking night if you want.”

“We’ll see how I’m feeling later,” she giggles. “I mean, I have been injured on the job.”

I love it when she’s playful like this, so I slide open the curtain and pop my head outside, feeling totally playful myself.

“Lars, we need first aid pronto!”