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The pounding on the door woke me up. I glanced at the clock, 2:47 am. I knew immediately it had something to do with Hunter. Not because we had seen her in a week, or because I had hadn’t spent every waking hour besides attending my classes dragging myself all over town looking for her sorry ass.
When I saw her again, I wanted to kill her. Hug her maybe, because I didn't want her dead, but definitely kill her.
I looked at my phone, and there were no new texts or messages from anyone, so it wasn't the guys asking me to go out looking again. We had filed a missing person report which had been a complete joke. First, the cops had laughed their asses off the minute I walked into the precinct.
“Hey, aren’t you that football kid from JMU that the hot chick peed on? Stallings, that football kid is back! Did you get the pee smell out of your cruiser?”
Yeah, just what I wanted to be known as, thanks Hunt.
And then when I told them I was looking for her. It took them over four minutes to stop laughing. I’m not kidding. I timed it.
I threw my legs over the side of the bed and threw on some basketball shorts, not bothering with much else. Running a hand over my face, I heard the pounding again, I prayed against hope and got up.
I wrenched the door open, preparing for the worst, and something flew at my face.
I batted at her catching her around the waist and holding her tight. She was freezing cold and soaking wet.
“Where is my car?!” Hunter’s voice was coming in at a volume meant for football stadiums.
“What the hell, Hunter? You could have killed me! And why are you screaming?”
How I managed to keep up from both crashing to the ground, I will never know. But her hands were trying to beat the shit out of me. She is quick I will grant her that. But I have not lived this long with her in my life without learning a thing or two.
“I want my car back, Dick-For-Brains,” she was shivering which made her movements sloppy, and it gave me an advantage.
I managed to get us to the couch. I sat down and held her wrists behind her back. “I don’t have your car, Hunt. Why would I want that piece of crap?”
Her eyes were wild, “If you don’t have it who does?”
"When did you last see it?" I noticed the bags under her eyes, and she didn't smell amazing.
She started literally shaking.
Ah, shit, she looked like she might be going into shock. I didn't have a whole lot of first aid, but I was a boy scout.
“Hunter, focus on me,” Her eyes had a hard time finding me, but squeezed her hands a bit harder. “Hunter!”
“Holt,” Her eyes finally locked on me. There was a fragile vulnerability that cut through me.
“Hunter, when did you last see your car?” I asked her again.
She blinked, her eyes softened.
Shit.
“You need to take a shower,” I blurted out.
Her eyebrows rose.
“Alone,” I added.
Her jaw dropped.
“I will wait here,” I let go of her hands. And she brought them in front of her between us.
Then she looked back at me, “What will I put on?”
And at once I had visions of naked Hunter frolicking about my apartment.
My dick loved it.
Hunter who happened to be sitting on my lap, frowned at me, “Tell your dick to stop poking at me. It’s not polite.”
I slowly closed my eyes, this wasn’t happening, “I can’t really control my dick, Hunt.”
As if on cue, my dick gave her another nudge.
I shrugged, “See? Mind of his own.”
She nodded, apparently confused as hell.
She slid slowly off my lap. I’ve had lap dances that haven’t been as erotic. That is the thing about Hunter. She is so damn hot. But she has no freaking idea. She is all hot, and crazy mixed up in the same package. Just the thought of her naked in my shower has my dick on high alert. And I really should have something more on than basketball shorts.
I might as well be naked.
Hunter's eyes glued to my crotch.
That is not helping.
“Hunt, why don’t you go shower?” I say with a gritted smile. “We can figure out how we are going to report your car stolen later.”
Her eyes get huge, and then I see them fill with tears.
And I know, I’m a goner.
“Someone stole my car?” her voice croaks.
“Sweetheart, where else do you think it could be?” I ask gently.
“Maybe they will bring it back?” she warbles.
And a giant tear slips out of those huge crazy green eyes. It was all it took for me to scoop her up into my arms.
I’m such a sucker for this girl.
I will never learn.
“What’s in there, Hunt?” I say to her against her hair.
She may not know it, but I will move heaven and earth for her.
Because what most people don't know about Samantha Hunter is that I am all she has left in this world. I know that she has vowed to hate me forever. And maybe she has the right. But I will never let her go.
You see, her mother finally overdosed and killed herself just before we graduated high school. And her dad ended up getting out of jail only to go back in for murdering his wife’s dealer.
So, whether or not it was right or wrong, Hunter would never be rid of me.
“I’m going to take that shower, Holt, please bring me something to wear.” she pushed me away and walked to the bathroom like she had been here a million times before. That was Hunter a hundred times over.
I stood there trying to breathe. Hunter’s hands on my bare chest was torture. She was staying here. I didn’t know how I was going to convince her, but I would. I was going to get her back into my life. I was going to make things right.
But first, I was going to get her some clean clothes. And then take care of my aching dick.
Okay, dick first, clean clothes second.