Tangled Up Like Night and Day

Chapter 9: Hey Jealousy

Author's Note: Smut warning! This is the last smut chapter for a hot minute. I have up to chapter 12 written so lots of updates will be coming <3 Thanks for reading and for #1 in the hunterhayes tag!!

I thanked Mike for the date, but was quick to rush home. I just wanted to be laughing with my best friend, nothing else. When I walked in the house, most of the lights were off, but I could see a glow from the TV in the living room. I hoped Hunter hadn't fallen asleep already. I kicked off my heels before moving to the living room, floorboards creaking slightly underneath my feet.

Hunter's head whipped toward me at the noise, jolting a bit in surprise. His gaze fell to my dress, eyes slowly traveling from the bottom and up before he made eye contact, lingering perhaps a second too long. "Where have you been?"

Suddenly, I was nervous. He had been on a date too, so it wasn't like I was crossing a line. Still, I worried about telling him. "I had a date. Pretty lowkey. Just had dinner." I cringed a bit internally when I realized that he had said almost the exact same thing about his previous date, but I tried not to let it show.

"A date? Why didn't you tell me?" His voice raised ever so slightly, but he quickly controlled it. "I just mean, after that guy John, what if something happened?"

I narrowed my eyes at him a bit in suspicion. This felt different than his normal overprotective nature about my dates. "It wasn't a big deal, Hunter. I met him at the restaurant so I had a way to escape, plus he was pretty harmless. I think I can handle myself."

He rolled his eyes. "You don't know that. I just don't think blind dates or whatever are a good idea."

I paused, looking at him carefully. He seemed upset, but that he was trying to hide it. A realization dawned on me. "You're jealous," I gasped, breaking into a grin.

"What? That's ridiculous," he stood up from the couch, avoiding my gaze. "I need a drink."

I followed him into the kitchen, unable to hide my amusement. "Oh you're so jealous. Now you know how I felt the other night when you went out with Chloe again!"

He poured some scotch into a small glass, giving me a sideways glance. "Oh please, this is completely different. You know this just comes for concern for you."

"No it's not! It's the same thing and you're a liar," I remarked, nudging him gently. Part of me wanted to be mad, but this was almost entertaining. I hadn't seen him act like this since we were kids and it was honestly laughable.

He took a sip of his drink, setting the glass on the counter and glaring at me slightly. "Genevieve, stop it. This is stupid."

"Hunter, come on. You're acting like a child. It's fine if you're jealous, okay? I get it. It's not that big of a deal," I shrugged.

He took a step toward me, gaze intense. "I am not jealous."

I rolled my eyes, now starting to feel more annoyed than amused. "Then stop acting like it!"

Tension filled the room now as we looked intently back at each other, neither of us daring to move. Suddenly his lips were on mine, the force slamming my back against the refrigerator. I couldn't help but kiss him in return, wrapping my arms around his neck as his hands gripped my waist tightly. His tongue prodded at my lips until I opened up, immediately diving in as he pressed his body against mine roughly.

My brain was screaming at me to stop. Hadn't we both agreed this wasn't a good idea? He pulled me away from the fridge, creating just enough room for him to tug at the zipper of my dress. His mouth fell to my neck, leaving hickeys as he pulled the zipper down. I pulled at his shirt, bunching up the fabric in my hands to take it off, breaking the kiss briefly. As my dress hit the floor, he lifted my legs up, wrapping them around his waist before carrying me back to his room. When did he get so strong?

He set me on the bed somewhat forcefully, fingers fumbling with the hook of my bra as he kissed me deeply. It felt like I was on fire, all of my senses yearning for Hunter, but my logical mind fiercely protested. Why was I doing this? More importantly, why couldn't I stop?

I climbed farther onto the bed, pulling him with me. I reached for his belt, hurriedly undoing his jeans. This felt different than anytime before, more desperate for both of us, but I wasn't sure why. Either way, it was enjoyable. He quickly pulled my underwear off before standing to remove the rest of his own clothes, climbing back on top of me. After quickly positioning himself, he pushed into me, both of us softly moaning. My fingernails dug into his back as he increased his pace, toes curling at the intense pleasure.

Any hesitant thoughts I had had were quickly forgotten, overtaken by the feeling of his skin against mine. He buried his face in the mattress, right beside my head, hot breath hitting my ear. It wasn't long before both of us were approaching release, his thrusts becoming slower and more sloppy until he finally came, me following soon after.

He fell to the bed beside me, but didn't pull me into his embrace as he had before. Instead, silence fell between us, the only sound in the room being our heavy breathing as we each caught our breath.

Just what had we done this time?