Downtown Boy

c h a p t e r 14

🎵She's my uptown girl🎵

-Billy Joel

Hunter's pov:

"Lacey's birthday is on Saturday. Today's Thursday. We have a two days to get some stuff, make a cake and decorate a place. Now all of this might've been pre-planned if someone wasn't too busy working or shutting me up." This has been going on for about- I look at the clock on the wall-two hours.

I find her very hot when she's telling me off and has that adorable look on her face. Her eyes have a new type of fire in them, like a 'fuck you. shut up.' Now, frankly, I wouldn't mind being bossed around by her. I'd even add more fire to the fuel and reply with a 'fuck yes. kiss me.'

And it isn't that I don't want to kiss her by surprise. Hearing that little gasp turning into loud and needy moans and whimpers as I bite her lips and suck on her neck. I'm a dog I tell you, might as well just lick her whole body. But she doesn't like it.

She's scared to be touched out of the blue.

I don't want her to be scared.

I'm not a bad guy. An asshole? Yes. Not much of a gentleman. But I'm not abusive and I'd never force a woman.

It's usually in the mornings when everyone's asleep and she's making breakfast- and lunch to go for me.

She's standing there, humming to a song while I lean against the door, watching her hips sway and hums fill the room like a fucking pervert. A smile on her beautiful face and the whole room feels so....homey.

Then she turns around and her eyes widen in surprise and embarrassment, finally acknowledging my presence. I muster up courage to bring a smirk on my face to tease her and not just drop on my knees. She blushes, trying to defend herself and I'd take small steps towards her, cradling her face in my hands when standing in front of her, end up with my eyes trailed on her lips- quietly asking for permission- and her reply would always be "Shut up and kiss me."

We'd kiss for a few minutes, her fingers would scratch my stubble and then slowly move to my neck, clinging onto me- taking the short stands of my hair and twirling them on her fingers.

I'd trail feathery kisses down to her neck as giggles would leave her causing a whole stampede animals in my stomach. Maybe it was just me being hungry.

But it felt awfully natural.

This has been going on for a week, I'd drop by in the evening to check up on Grams- she'd been put on bed rest and she went to work today. She practically screamed 'Hallelujah!'- but we wouldn't do anything, Lacey would hog her the whole time.

I was at work when Sierra came in stomping and her face was in an angry scowl. Junaid almost kicked her out, poor kid was done with all those women bursting in. Its either an angry wife, or someone who didn't understand what no meant.

Markus was there, shouting like a lunatic when he recognized her. Pulling her into a hug like she was his lost teddy bear. Thank the Lord for him, she was about to pounce at the kid.

"Are you even listening to me?" That annoying voice snaps at me once again as I try to work. It's been nagging me ever since it came here and I can't get a small job done.

Standing up straight and moving my focus away from the car engine, I stare at her blankly. "Do you want me to shut you up again? Or has princess always complained like a bitch?"

Taken aback by the answer she snarls at me, "Do you want me to kick you in the dick?"

"No actually. I don't want it kicked, thank you very much. Now did you come here to just rant? If that's the case, you've got Markus or Beth to play gossip with." I shut the front of the car, wiping my hand with the rag on my shoulder.