Never let you go

Chapter 27

Hunter:

Grey and I leave in the middle of Sam's party and head back to her apartment. I was surprised when she first suggested we go there but I didn't question it. I wanted to see where she lives. I want to see deeper into her life. I also just wanted to be alone with her. I wanted to hold her close to me for the rest of the night and not let her go.

'You better be nice to her Hunter and not hurt her again.' Sam's words replay over and over in my mind. When she said that I think my heart stopped. I could never imagine hurting Grey. I think it had actually become my worst fear. Even though I never wanted to hurt her I had this deep seeded fear that I would. It was in my nature wasn't it? Grey denied that I ever hurt her but I still wonder if maybe she lied just to protect me. I wish I could remember. It was so damn frustrating.

When we reach her building we head up the stairs and Grey apologizes because she knows what a pain in the ass they are for me, but the truth is I'd climb a thousand stairs for her. Eventually we reach her door and once she opens it I follow her inside and I'm shocked by how nice it is. How the hell did they afford this? There was a full kitchen, a huge living room area, a full bathroom, and what I assumed were two bedrooms off to opposite sides of the apartment. It was a sweet place.

"So this is it" Grey says simply.

"It's nice" I tell her as I take it all in.

"Thanks" she says as she tucks a piece of hair behind her ear. Her go to move for when she's nervous about something. "Do you want something to drink?"

"No thanks" I tell her. What I want is for her to come over to me so I can hold her but she seemed too keyed up. Why is she so nervous? It's not like we have never been alone together before. "Is everything alright Grey?" I ask her.

She looks at me and I think she realizes how she's acting and then I see her relax slightly. "Yea" she sighs. "Sorry. I guess I'm just having flashbacks of the last time you were here" she tells me honestly.

I'm not sure what to say. Do I ask her what happened? Or do I wait for her to just tell me? What if she told me we had sex? Could I handle hearing that? Would I be able to restrain myself from taking her right now? I'm not sure I even could given my current condition. But then my thoughts turn to a scarier place as I wonder if something bad happened the last time I was here. What if I was mean to her? What if I did hurt her?

I decide to ignore it, too afraid to hear her answer, and move on. I take her in as I see her standing across the room from me, fully appreciating how sexy she looks tonight. When she took off her coat and I saw the tight black skirt she has on with those black knee highs I almost lost it. The skirt is short and hugs her perfect cute round ass and more than once tonight I've had a fantasy of what it would be like to push that skirt up and take her on one of the pool tables at the bar. As I looked at her and the bar in the kitchen I had the same thought again.

Before I know what I'm doing I'm moving towards her and I grow hungrier as I see excitement and want dance around her eyes along with curiosity. When I reach her I rest my crutches against the counter and grab a hold of her ass as I lift her onto the counter. She lets out a sigh of pleasure just before I crash my lips into hers. I hadn't originally planned on doing this tonight but I couldn't help myself now. It was like I needed her. I needed to touch her and kiss her. She doesn't protest or attempt to stop me as she wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me closer to her so that my erection is pressed against her heat. I try to tell myself that I need to keep my hands above her waist that we need to take this slow, but I can't stop myself. She's practically begging for me to touch her. I slide her skirt up more and briefly break away from kissing her to look at the sexy panties she's wearing. She has on a black thong with pink lacy trim. Holy hell. I quickly go back to kissing her and then allow my hand to travel down her body until it reaches her panties. I rub her on the outside of her panties and listen as her breathing grows heavier. God, I want her. I slip one finger into the inside of her panties and feel how wet she is and if that wasn't enough to turn me on to the point where I feel like I might explode, hearing her moan as I touch her definitely was. I restrain my need to undo my pants and slip inside her. This night is about her and me giving her what she needs, what she wants. I slip one finger inside her and hear her sharp intake of breath as I do. Man, is she tight. I briefly wonder if she's a virgin and decide that's impossible. I mean she's almost twenty years old and for god's sake look at her. How could someone not want to sleep with her? I rub her clit with my thumb as I slip another finger into her. She lets out a loud moan of pleasure and it's almost my undoing. I continue to touch her and kiss her unable to stop and the way she clings to me like she's holding on for dear life only turns me on more. I can tell she's close and when I can tell she's just on the brink of her release I pull back to look at her. I want to look into her eyes when she comes apart. She grips me tighter and tries to bury her face in my neck but I don't let her.