EroticReverie

I hadn’t talked to any of them recently. But finding out someone was stalking Cherlynn made everything else take a move to the back burner for now. 

“Anything?” Zane asks as he sits in my room. 

“No” I say frustrated shoving my keyboard away angrily and cursing under my breath. 

“Whoever it was.  Interrupted the recording in the cameras. They stopped recording soon after Maddox and her left this morning.” I say. 

“And you didn’t hear anyone?” Zane asks. I turn and look at him. The look he was giving me wasn’t just general curiosity. He was questioning me. 

“I didn’t fucking do it. I’m not her fucking stalker.” I say with a tight jaw. 

Zane holds his hands up as if surrendering. 

“Didn’t say it was.” He says. 

“Is that what they think? Is that what you all think? That it’s me?” I ask and huff an angry laugh. 

“Trust me. And history will show the truth, that I don’t fucking sneak around when I want to fuck with her.  I just fucking do it.” I say. 

Zane looks at me. 

“Yeah” he says and stands and shoved his hands in his pocket and shrugs. 

“You ever gonna apologize to her for that?” He asks and my jaw ticks. 

“Since when did Cherry become the one in control here? When she let you fuck her?” I ask shaking my head. 

Zane rolls his eyes. 

“Because we don’t want to broadcast revenge porn , we’ve lost our balls? Is that it?” Zane asks and I stand and step over towards him and look down the few inches at him. 

“She could make your life hell you know.  She couldn’t sue you. But she doesn’t even want to punish you. Came running to your fucking side when Maddox tore into you. She’s so fucking blinded by the fact she loves you, it’s sick.” Zane says not at all intimidated by my attempt to stare him down and shut him up. 

“She doesn’t love me. She loves him.” I bite out. 

“Maybe she does. But she loves you too. Loved you first. And always fucking has. And you fucking know it. But your damn ego is bruised because you treated her like shit , so she fell into his arms instead. You blame her. Blame everyone but yourself.  She tells you your fucking father molested her and what do you do? You use it against her. You have no fuckin reason to be mad at her. There’s no reason to fucking make her life hell.  You’re just fucked in the head Hunter.  Yet here you are, came running the second anyone other than us fucks with her.  Why? If you don’t fucking love her. Or want her. Then why waste your fucking time?” Zane asks. 

“Because nobody fucks with her except me” I growl. 

Zane shakes his head. 

“Whatever man” he says and walks out of the room. 

I walk out a few minutes later and see them all in her room cleaning the mess that was left. Maddox and Zane walk by me and carry out trash bags with the mess of the ripped bedding. 

Cherlynn is standing on the bed and scrubbing the wall viciously. I just watch her in her Jean shorts and tank top and hear her sniffle. Then she lifts her hand and wipes her cheek with the back of her hand. 

As I go to leave , she turns and catches me there and I hate that the look on her face makes me sick. It’s sadness. Anger. Fear. All of them and it’s not because of me. 

She just stands there and I look at the sponge and scrubber in her hands tainted with red. Then I look back at her. 

We just stand there and I look away first. Looking around the room. Avoiding her stare. 

“Didn’t find anything on the cameras.” I mutter. 

She moves on the bed and I still avoid looking to her as she sits and scoots off the bed. Tossing the sponge and scrubber in a bucket. 

“But we’ll figure out who it is” I say and then when she’s standing right in front of me I look down at her. 

“Why do you even care?” She asks.  

It’s not bitter. It’s not angry. It’s just…sad. 

“Someone broke into the house.” I say and swallow anything else I want to say. 

“That’s it? You just care about the house being broken into ?” She asks. Even though she knows that’s not it. 

Maybe it was just that her mind was in a state of chaos but she moves closer and puts her hands on my chest. I look down at them. Wanting to push them away. Wanting to push her away. Because I didn’t want to want her. Didn’t want to love her. Didn’t deserve her either. Sure I was fucked in the head. Sure I did awful shit but I knew it was unforgivable. Maybe I was sick for knowing no matter what I did.  She wouldn’t ever truly give up on me. 

Her hands slip up my shirt and her eyes follow her hands and then I inhale as she slips her hand up behind my neck and pulls me gently as she lifts on her feet. 

“It’s only because they broke in right?” She asks and I nod once and look at her. But her eyes are on my mouth and her hand is touching my face. 

“Because you don’t care about me at all..right?” She asks and I shake my head. 

“You don’t love me” she says and I let her bring my mouth to hers as I shake my head. My hands going to her hips as her lips then touch mine and I grip her and pull her against me. 

“You hate me” she whispers against my mouth and I nod and she kisses me again. Our mouths opening and her arms wrapping around my neck and my hands reaching for her ass and pulling her up. 

“Because you don’t care what happens to me right?” She asks and I groan as she wraps her legs around me and her hot body is clinging to mine as I turn and walk us out of her room and to mine as the guys move about downstairs and I shut my door ,locking it and carrying her to the bed. 

I set her down and then we’re both removing each other’s clothes and kissing and my hands are all over her and in her hair as I lay her back on the bed and spread her legs and reach down.  I push my cock against her and then slide in and she pushes her head back and lets out a perfect small gasp and then moans as i sink into her. 

“I shouldn’t still want you” she says , her voice cracking slightly.

“I shouldn’t be letting you do this to me”she says and pants and then looks at me as I draw my hips back and then I push them forward again when we look at each other. My cock sinking into her and her hips lifting to meet my thrust , her hands reach down and her legs are bent and in the air as she pulls me into her and I groan.

“It shouldn’t feel so good” she moans and feel my cock throb harder as I move , my hips pumping and my breathing heavier as I look at her. 

“I shouldn’t still love you” she says and her eyes water. I feel my jaw clench and I don’t say anything as I lean down and kiss her. Her mouth hungry for mine still.  And she’s right. She shouldn’t love me. She shouldn’t have ever loved me. Even at my best. Which was still fucking awful. I’ve never deserved for her to love me. 

“I love you” she cries into my mouth and I groan and kiss her harder. She hisses as I thrust a bit harder and fuck her faster. 

“Say it” she cries. “Fucking say it” she begs and I still don’t speak the words. I kiss her again. Her mouth ripping from mine and her hands slide up my back. And her nails drag down it. 

“Tell me you love me” she cries. 

“Tell me” she begs as she bucks herself into me and then her hands are taking my face and making me look at her. 

“Tell me …please” she cries and tears start to slip out of her eyes and I grit my teeth watching her cry as I fuck her.  

“Please” her voice is killing me. How desperate she was for me love her. 

“You’re so wet” I groan. Because it’s all I can say. 

“You feel so good” I add. 

“Hunt” she cries and I groan. Wanting it to be over.  I can’t look at her anymore. Not when she’s like this. Not when I still can feel the sick satisfaction I had when broadcasting her. Because i wasn’t how I could love her if I was so capable of doing awful things to her. 

I go harder. Faster. Needing to cum. Needing to get the fuck out of here. I didn’t want to believe she loved me. 

“Hunt. Please” she begs. 

“Tell me you love me” she pleads and I groan. I thrust harder. Making her back arch hard and her mouth flies open on a loud cry and she closes her eyes. 

I watch her as she sobs. As I pound away at her pussy. 

“I’m gonna cum” I groan. 

She turns her head and I lean mine down and kiss her neck as I groan. Jerking my hips into her as I cum. Letting myself selfishly take pleasure from her. 

As im panting. Coming down from the high , she puts her hands on my chest and pushes me off her , and I move. I let her move me off her and let her slip out from under me. 

I sit up as she slips off the bed and I watch her as she gets dressed while crying silently.  

Without a word more to me, and without a single word from me , she leaves the room. 

I fall back and look at the ceiling.

There was no way I was letting anything happen to her. Whether I could love her or not. She’d always belong to me. She’d always be mine. I wouldn’t let some fucker mess with her and us guys.