HeartLess

Chapter 2: Hunter

##Chapter 2: Hunter

"Mmm, baby. I want you so damn much," I growl between kisses. My hand slips beneath her T-shirt before drifting upward until it can cup her breast.

When I squeeze the softness, my c**k stiffens until it feels like steel. Even though we've been together for years and having s*x for a while, touching her-playing with her curvy little body-never gets old. I'm not sure if I'll ever get enough of this girl. She's like an addiction pumping through my veins.

I don't think it's possible to love anyone as much as I love Skye Sinclair. She's all I think about. My f*****g world revolves around her, and it's difficult to imagine a time when that won't be the case.

Her back bows as she arches into my palm. As soon as a throaty whimper escapes from her, I swallow down the sound. I want every single cry that leaves her mouth. No one will ever get to hear them but me.

There have been so many lazy summer afternoons spent lying on a blanket at the beach while dreaming of a future together. We do the same when she's wrapped up in my arms at night after I've snuck through her bedroom window. Once I make love to her, we talk about attending Claremont where I'll play football. Either junior or senior year, I'll enter the draft and hopefully get picked up by a professional team. Then we can get hitched. A couple years down the road, we'll have two or three kids and live happily ever after.

Maybe I'm too young to already have my life planned out, but when you find the right person, what's the point of waiting?

Then my brother, Mason, can stop working at the garage. He can go back to school and finish up his degree.

I owe him.

Big time.

But I can't think about that right now. Not when Skye is in my arms. Not when we're making out on the couch in the living room and I'm five minutes away from tearing off the tiny shorts she's wearing and driving deep inside her tight heat.

The fact that she's going away next week f*****g kills me. How am I going to make it through the next couple of months without seeing her gorgeous face every day? Or touching her?

I can't think of a time when we've been separated for longer than a week.

"I wish you weren't leaving," I groan against her lips.

A breathy sigh escapes from her before she whispers, "I know. I shouldn't have let my mom talk me into it."

Skye's mother lives in Wisconsin and found her a job working at a nearby camp so they can spend time together. It's a long f*****g way from North Carolina. I can't just hop in a car and visit for the weekend.

The thought nearly cracks my heart in two.

"Tell her you changed your mind," I ground out, squeezing her breast again before yanking the lacy cup down so I can touch her naked flesh.

She moans as I toy with her pebbled n****e.

"I can't do that."

"Sure, you can." Am I being unfair, playing with her sweet body, all the while trying to talk her into doing what I want?

Probably.

At this point, I don't give a damn. I want Skye here with me-where she belongs. That's all that matters.

"Hunter..." Her voice turns thick with need before trailing off.

"I can't stand the thought of us being apart for so long."

"I know." Some of the arousal fades from her bright green eyes as they fill with sorrow. "I'm sorry. I feel like I've ruined our summer."

Fuck.

I suck in a deep breath before steadily releasing it as guilt slices through me. "You don't have anything to apologize for," I grumble, feeling like an asshole. As much as I want to keep this girl all to myself, that's not possible.

Just as I crawl on top of her, the front door opens before being slammed shut. We jump apart like the guilty teenagers we still are as my brother stalks into the room before grinding to a halt. He stares at us with narrowed eyes before grunting out a barely discernable hello and continuing to the kitchen.

A dull red stain floods Skye's cheeks as she hastily straightens her clothing and smooths her long blonde hair. I grab a pillow from the other side of the couch and strategically place it over my boner before lounging against the cushions.

"I didn't think you'd be home until five," I throw out casually.

"Unfortunately for you, I was able to finish up early and take off for the day." He glances at me from the tiny kitchen at the back of the house as he grabs the handle of the fridge and yanks it open. There's a rattle of bottles as he rummages around inside. "Didn't realize I needed to give you a heads up before I walked in the door."

"It would have been nice," I holler back, giving Skye a wink to help lighten the thick tension now permeating the air.

My brother shoots me a glare before pulling out a beer and popping off the top. He lifts the glass container to his lips before taking a long swig.

Once he's downed half the golden liquid, he says, "Maybe you should screw your girlfriend in your room from now on instead of the living room. How about that?"

"Jeez, Mase," I mutter with a scowl. "What died and crawled up your ass?" When Skye shifts away from me, I wrap an arm around her shoulders before tugging her closer. It's ridiculous that I feel the strange need to protect her from him.

He grunts before swinging away.

"Maybe I should take off," Skye says in a small voice that only I can hear.

"No, it's fine. He's just in a bad mood from working all day." My arm tightens around her, making escape impossible.

When her teeth scrape against her plump lower lip, my gaze drops to the movement, and even though my brother is stomping around in the next room, my d**k turns rock hard. I'm so focused on her mouth that I barely hear the landline ring in the kitchen. A few seconds later, Mason fills the doorway.

"Coach wants to talk with you."

Unable to resist, I drag Skye to me before pressing a kiss against her. "I'll be right back. Don't you dare go anywhere."

"All right."

"For f**k's sake," my brother mumbles. "Let's go. He's not gonna wait forever."