Chapter 20

Chapter Twenty

Hunter

I'd built everything up in my head and I'd expected monsters to be waiting for me at the table with stares and uncomfortable questions.

It was nothing like that. Maggie and Hamilton, Stace's parents, were lovely. Maggie was boisterous and happy, and Hamilton was content to sit back and let his wife have the lion's share of the conversation, but he participated when there was a moment of silence. I could see a lot of Stace in her mother.

When I'd first sat down, I'd been absolutely panicking, but Stace had rested her hand on my leg and that had made me stop spiraling. With just her hand she reminded me that she was there. That she wouldn't let something bad happen to me. That the first time we'd met she'd rescued me. Funny how that had set the tone for everything else we'd been through.

And then I'd cried in the parking lot. Cried because I was jealous of what she had with her family. Not just jealous, but sad. Sad for what I might have been like if my parents had been like hers.

It didn't matter, but at the same time it did. All my feelings were angry and tangled and they came out in the form of tears.

Of course, Stace held me and let me cry and told me she'd be there for me.

Because she was wonderful too. How could she not be?

"I know you need to teach later, but do you want me to come with you? I can bring Buck over. He'll make you feel better." He would. And having her with me would make me feel better too.

"Okay," I said. "Yeah. Come over."

Stace showed up at my place a little bit after I got there with Buck and books and a deck of cards and a bag that looked suspiciously like an overnight bag.

"That? Oh, that's uh, just in case," she said when I asked about it.

"In case of what, exactly?" I asked.

"In case you are so overcome with lust for me that you drag me to bed and won't let me leave. I have to work tomorrow, you know. As much as I'd love to spend forever in bed with you, I can't." She stroked my cheek and I was instantly picturing spending forever in bed with her.

"I, um, might have also brought some other things." Her cheeks went a little pink and I wanted to grab the bag and go through it to find out what she was talking about.

"What kind of things?" I asked as Buck went to lay on his bed. He really was a sweet boy.

"Do you really want me to show you now? Because I think if I show you, then you're not going to make it to your yoga class."

Color me intrigued. I definitely wanted to know.

I held my hand out. "Come on, show me."

"Okay. You asked for it."

She unzipped the bag and from under her clothes and a bag of toiletries she pulled out…

"Oh," I said as all the oxygen left my lungs in a rush.

"Pink and sparkly seemed right for you," she said as she held up the strap-on harness and a very pink and very sparkly strap. "All of it is brand new. Ordered them recently. Just in case."

"Wait. When did you order these?"

Now her cheeks were as red as a firetruck. "Uh, two weeks ago?"

Wow. She really had been planning to seduce me.

"But if you're not into it, then that's absolutely fine. I just wanted to give you the option," she said, moving to shove both items back in her bag.

"No!" I said, grabbing for the strap. Not only was it a nice size, but it had all kinds of ridges and bumps that I knew would feel amazing.

"I've never been fucked with one of these before," I told her, stroking it and making sure she was watching. Oh, she was.

"You haven't?" she asked. "Really?"

"Nope. But I've wondered. And just to be sure, you'd be the one wearing this, correct?" I asked, looking up at her through my lashes.

The heat in her eyes was blazing as she gave me one of those slow smiles that made my knees stop working properly.

"I'll be whatever you want me to be, baby. But I can't lie and say that I haven't thought about fucking you with that."

I smiled back at her. "That's what I want too."

Teaching yoga is not something that's easily done when you're desperate for sex. I only just managed to keep it together and fumble through the class. No one made any comments so I don't think it was too bad, but I couldn't even look at Stace. Her being in the same room was basically torture. She didn't help matters by giving me heated looks and moving her body in ways that she knew were going to set me off. If anyone else would have looked, they'd have seen her just going through the poses of a yoga class, but I saw differently. No, she was trying to turn me on, and she was doing a spectacular job at it.

Stace lingered in the room until it was empty and then walked up to me.

"That was a great class. I got really into it," she said with a smirk.

I looked around to make sure there was no one else to overhear me.

"You are such an asshole," I said, clasping my hands behind my back so I didn't grab her and shove her up against the wall and fuck her right here and inevitably get fired from the gym for violating the code of conduct I signed when I started teaching. That wouldn't be very good for my brand.

Stace just gave me that smile that made her eyes crinkle and my stomach swoop and entire body tingle.

"I need to get you out of here. Immediately."

Stace nodded slowly. "Agreed. Unless you wanted to make good on your words last night? Take me up against the lockers?"

I let out a sound that was very close to a whimper.

"Fuck, don't say things like that when I can't follow through."

Stace just dived forward and kissed me briefly before winking and walking backwards while she was still staring at me.

"I was thinking we should stop and get pie before we go back to your place. Have a nice longggg chat about life over lemon meringue pie. What do you think?" She reached the doorway and paused.

As much as I wanted to get her naked in the next five seconds, the mention of pie was also extremely appealing.

"We can get pie to go," I said, and she laughed.

"Perfect idea."

I'd been a little apprehensive about leaving Buck at my place while we went out, but when we returned with pie, he was snoozing on the bed and nothing was out of place.

Not that I really had time to check. Stace set the to-go container of pie on the counter and slammed my back against the door, claiming my mouth.

"I could barely get through that class. Couldn't stop wanting you. Do you know how sexy your voice gets when you teach?" she said between fierce kisses.

"My teaching voice is sexy? News to me." I didn't know that my teaching voice was different than my regular voice.

"Sooooo sexy," she said, nipping at my bottom lip and then leaning back.

"Come on. I need you naked."

I squealed as she picked me up and carried me to the bedroom.

I would never get tired of that. Ever.

Stace set me down gently on the bed this time, kissing me and instructing me not to move.

"Where are you going?" I asked, sitting up.

"To get supplies," she called as she left the room.

Oh. The strap.

We hadn't used any toys yet, and I'd wondered at her stance on them. I guess if she was going to use a strap, then she probably had a positive opinion of other toys.

Maybe if I was still conscious after she fucked me senseless with the strap, I'd tease her with one of my vibrators until she begged. That was something I definitely wanted to see. She'd said she was a switch and I'd never thought too much about my own preferences, but I thought I might be the same. Happy to give and take as the need arose. Plus, something about having her completely at my mercy was unbelievably hot. I wanted to see her beg and plead for me.

Stace returned with her bag and set it on the bed.

"So," she said as she pulled out the harness and the strap and set them on the end of the bed.

"Yes. The answer is unequivocally yes."

Stace's eyes lit up.

"Good."

We stripped each other quickly, laughing when my yoga pants got caught on my ankles and my hair tangled in her watch band.

This time I remembered to put down towels to protect the comforter as Stace adjusted the harness and put it on. I couldn't stop watching her as she adjusted it and then added the strap.

"Oh," I said, and she looked up at me.

"You like?" she asked, and there was a hint of nervousness in her eyes.

"Yes. Very much." Much more than I thought I would. Or maybe it was just Stace. Everything she did was designed to turn me on.

"Yeah?" she asked, stroking the strap with one hand and oh fuck . Yeah. That was hot.

"You ready for me, baby?" she asked, stroking the strap again.

"Yes," I gasped, nodding.

Stace climbed on the bed and straddled me, sitting back to stare down at me. She did that a lot. Just paused and looked at me in this way that made my breath catch. It was an overwhelming look.

"I can't believe I'm here with you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Hey," I said, making her meet my eyes. "There's nowhere I'd rather be than here with you right now."

Her smile was radiant.

"And we're only getting started," she said, stroking the strap again before she reached back and grabbed a small bottle of lube.

She slicked up her fingers as she leaned down to kiss me while she slid two fingers inside me and stroked my clit with her thumb. It didn't take long until I was reaching for the strap and trying to get her to put it inside me while she laughed into my mouth at my eagerness.

"So ferocious," she said.

"No, just ready ," I said, yanking on the strap again.

Stace added a little more lube before pressing the tip of the strap inside me.

"Yes, more," I gasped, but she pulled all the way out and I growled at her.

"You're so cute," she said as I glared up at her.

"Come on , Stace," I begged, grabbing her ass and trying to shove her back inside me.

She loved this teasing and I pretended to hate it.

Stace thrust inside me about two inches and froze. No amount of yanking on her ass or moving my hips would get her to go any further.

Stace just laughed. "Is that what you wanted, baby?"

"If you don't fuck me, I'm going to bite you," I said, baring my teeth.

"Sexy," she said, and I pulled at her again, desperate.

"Please?" I asked and that turned out to be the magic word again.

Stace thrust her hips forward until the strap was fully inside me and I gasped as it filled me, my head falling back on the pillows.

Without pause, Stace withdrew her hips and slid back inside me, slower this time. Making me feel every single inch until I was almost crying.

"Fuck, Stace. Fuck ."

With just a few thrusts, she turned me into a shaking, panting, trembling mess. Grabbing one of my legs, she lifted it and changed the angle that she fucked me, hitting me even deeper, alternating between hard, punishing thrusts and deeper rolls of her hips that had stars exploding behind my eyes.

"Yes, yes, yes," I started chanting as she fucked me and told me how beautiful I was and what a good girl I was and how much she loved seeing me like this.

It was all so good, too good. And then she somehow slid her hand between us and pressed on my clit so the strap dragged against it every time she thrust.

My orgasm shot up my spine and gripped my entire body as pleasure ripped through me. Stace continued to fuck me until I winced. She withdrew the strap, fumbling to get the harness off.

I lay there as she viciously rubbed at her clit and gasped as she came in spasms above me, saying my name before she collapsed on top of me, twitching a few times.

"Sorry," she panted. "I couldn't wait."

My arms felt like overcooked noodles, but I managed to lift one and put it on her back, stroking her shoulders.

"It's okay. The way you get so turned on by me is hot as fuck."

Stace laughed into my neck and gave me a little kiss.

"Would you maybe want to switch things up and fuck me? You don't have to, but if you wanted to…" she trailed off.

"Oh yeah, I want to," I said, and she lifted her head.

"Yeah?"

"Absolutely."