Recluse Protection

Chapter 38

I don't want to do this, not today. Rubbing my face with a heavy sigh I rest my head back against the headrest of the car. This is tiring. Lately it feels like everytime I'm close to taking another step closer with one issue the second problem pops up, rearing it's nasty head into my face. This is just a pain in the ass, too many problems at once. Tonight I was so lucky to be distracted by Hunter for a date and a late night training session. I'm not looking forward to that. If I had it my way, I'd be focusing on solving what is going on with the MC.

Then again if I had it my way, I'd be home by now, forgotten by the world. But no. Instead, here I sit, staring at the hotel building. Of course, it doesn't help that now I'm waiting for Hunter to come and pick me up for our date. The thought passes through my mind making me look around the parking lot, waiting to see his old Jeep. I just want this to be over with. My hopes are dashed as I see his faded headlights pull into the lot, the white paint job sparkling. Heaving a sigh I force myself from my car, adjusting the A-line, deep v, short lavender silk dress.

I feel so vulnerable. I don't know if it's the amount of skin that's being exposed or its the combination of the dress and heels, the white 4-inch strappy heel. My hair is down, makeup on, I feel like the barbie doll that girls have mutilated, thrown and hidden under their bed until they learn that beauty isn't perfection. This beauty always hurts me. I paste a smile on my face moving towards the jeep as he stops by my car, looking at me through the window he rolled down.

"Ready for our date?" Hunter asks, his eyes giving me the once over, lingering on the hem of my dress. Disgusting perv. I nod and climb into the jeep, buckling up as he leaves the parking lot, not bothering to wait for me to get situated. His hand rests on my thigh making me look away as I place my hand on top of his. Just play along, it's going to be over soon enough. The past week I've watched him grow comfortable, relaxed into his normal ways watching as I fall into place. Like a good little sheep.

"Where are we going for dinner?" I ask softly, fighting the urge to push his hand off of me as it inches under my skirt. He squeezes my thigh tightly making me glance at him surprised watching as he shoots me a stern expression.

"It's a surprise; have you really forgotten already?" He asked, his brow raising in a condescending question. I offer a weak smile and shake my head.

"I'm sorry, I just wanted to know." He shakes his head, his fingers dig into my leg painfully making me wince.

"You should know better than doubting me. I said it was a surprise, you should listen better." I nod slowly staring ahead.

"You're right Hunter, I'm sorry." I speak up slightly and stare ahead, hating how everytime I'm around him I feel myself slipping back into my submissive persona. The girl I used to be. It's always painful reverting, even so, tonight feels different, worse than any other night before. My gut churns angrily, the hairs on the back of my neck as I look around, trying to figure out the restaurant we are going to. Are we even going to a restaurant? I keep my breathing calm, eyes scanning the area as we make multiple turns in the town, driving circles almost.

"Of course I'm right Casey. When have I ever not been right?" He asked as his hands moved up further forcing my legs open more. His index finger moving my panties away exposing me to his fingers. My breathing shutters as he grabs my clit pinching it painfully making me jump a slight whimper struggling to my lips. "Well? Are you going to answer me?" Memories flash before my eyes feeling the stinging burn shoot up my spine from my clit. It's different now, you can handle yourself.

"I, uh - you've never been wrong Hunter." I murmur sitting straight, pressed back against the seat with my legs open letting him win, for now. He released my bud as he grinned at me, his finger rubbing me, rubbing the pain away.