Chapter 65: Chapter 65

Cara? You’re my five o’clock?”

The deep voice made my guts clench. That was the

voice my ex-boyfriend Ben had fallen in love with. The voice he had left me for five months ago. I turned and faced the hairstylist waiting for me.

Shaggy brown hair, dark eyes, a ring in his lip. Yep, Hunter was as cute as everyone had said. I felt a stab of jealousy and attraction at the same time.

“That’s me,” I lied. Pretending to be just a girl looking for a haircut. Pretending I wasn’t really scoping out the guy who’d lured my boyfriend away from me. I forced a smile, aware of how crazy this whole idea was. But I’d been unable to stop thinking about Ben, and I had to finally see for myself this new lover of his.

Hunter said, “The chair’s over here.”

I couldn’t take my eyes off him in the mirror as we discussed the kind of cut I wanted. His fingers moved through my long red hair with sensual confidence. He smelled fantastic and his easy, sexy smile spelled out what Ben had found so irresistible. I was jealous, yes. But my curiosity was taking on an uncomfortably erotic edge.

Those velvety brown eyes met mine in the mirror. “Come on. The sink’s back there.”

I could scarcely breathe as the hot water poured through my hair, his fingers rubbing shampoo into my scalp. These were the fingers that touched my boyfriend each night. The hands that played with Ben’s cock were stroking my head. My nipples filled with heat. Stop it, I scolded myself. This is your rival.

Nor did I feel exactly sexy as I settled back into the chair, wet hair dripping down my neck. I was glad now I’d given him a fake name; I didn’t want him to think of Ben’s ex-girlfriend as this girl with running mascara in his chair. But when his eyes met mine again in the mirror, I swallowed hard. Damn him for being so hot. Damn him for luring my boyfriend away.

I’d known Ben was bisexual when we met. It hadn’t bothered me. When he ditched me for Hunter, I told myself it didn’t matter if it was a man or a woman who stole him. But thinking about them together made me obsess over what Hunter had that I didn’t—besides the obvious.

We didn’t talk much as he cut my hair. I tried not

to look at his torso or his crotch as he leaned over me. Think about work, I instructed myself. But now that Ben’s boyfriend was right here, I wanted to unzip his jeans and take out his cock. I wanted to see and touch every part of him.

My panties were so wet they were clinging to my pussy.

“You seem nervous, Cara,” Hunter said, when he finished my blowout.

“Just in a weird mood.” My name’s not Cara, I wanted to tell him. It’s Bridget, and you may know me as the girl who was living with Ben when you guys met.

“I hear you. My boyfriend dumped me three weeks ago, and I’ve been in a bad mood myself.”

My heart began to hammer. Hunter put down the blow-dryer and turned the chair so I faced him. “Which means,” he said, “that you and I have something in common.”

Now my body went ice cold. He knew. I unwillingly lifted my eyes to his and he said, “I recognized you when you came in, Bridget.”

A scarlet flush of embarrassment burned in my cheeks. He lifted my chin. “Hey,” he said. “It’s no big deal. I’d probably do the same thing. Listen, you were my last appointment. Let’s go get a drink.”

The evening had gone dark when we went to the bar across the street, snow falling past the neon sign. We took a booth in the back and ordered a pitcher of Guin-

ness, talking about Ben. How quiet he was and how hard it was to tell what he was thinking. His hooded eyes that could look seductive and merciless at the same time. How he drove too fast, how he wasn’t as good a guitar player as he thought. And finally, the way he grunted when he was thrusting really hard and fast.

Talking to Hunter, our thighs pressed together in the malty bar-dark, was like being next to a piece of Ben. We couldn’t stop laughing. Images of them in bed together still flashed through my mind, two beautiful naked boys kissing and stroking each other’s cock, and it was turning my panties into a swamp. My stomach jumped every time I met Hunter’s dark eyes but thanks to the beer, I could relax into my desire and let it fill me. I wanted to fuck my ex-boyfriend’s ex-boyfriend. So what.

“I can’t believe you recognized me,” I said. The whole ruse seemed so embarrassing now.

Hunter paused. “I used to catch Ben late at night on his laptop, jerking off. I thought it was just porn—but it was a picture of you. In the park.”

Oh, god. That picture where I was topless and pulling my underwear down, back when we were in our public- sex phase. So Ben still looked at it, still got off to it. I swallowed, remembering how far apart my legs were spread. “You—saw that picture?” I managed.

“Yeah.” He glanced at me and then away. “And after he left, I started jerking off to it too.”

Heat flooded my body. “I, uh, assumed you weren’t into girls,” I said thickly.

He shrugged. “I used to be, in college. It’s just that guys are easier. You girls make us work for it,” he grinned.

I knocked my bottle against his. “Not all of us.”

Our eyes met. And then we were kissing, his mouth hard and hot on mine, his tongue thrillingly aggressive. His hands were on my thighs, then sliding between them. Breathlessly, I pushed him away. Everyone was staring.

Hunter kissed me again. “My car,” he muttered into my mouth.

Back across the street, through the falling snow and evening traffic, we went. The salon was closed now and only our two cars were in the back parking lot, both covered with snow. He unlocked his Civic and pulled me into the backseat. The darkness and cold closed around us, a contrast to the heat of his skin and mouth covering mine. Those agile fingers were hunting for my breasts, pushing up my sweater.

“So hot,” he muttered. I felt my bra go up, my tits exposed in the car’s frozen air, and then his teeth around my nipple. Oh, god. He was mauling and biting my breasts, groaning with appreciation as he sucked them.

Hunter moved on top of me, his hard-on pressing through his jeans. I slid my hands over his firm asscheeks, still slightly incredulous that this was happening. Ben’s boyfriend and I were going to fuck: it was the last thing I’d envisioned. I pulled off his sweater and our jeans came off next. Finally we were naked, warm skin on warm skin.

His fingers found my pussy. I arched my back, delirium spreading through my blood as he expertly tickled my clit, rubbing his other fingers just inside my pussy. For someone who didn’t normally date women, Hunter seemed to know his way around a vagina. He slid down and opened my thighs wide, and then I felt his tongue on my folds, hot, agile and eager. His fingers moved farther into my body, slowly rubbing me in sensi- tive, mind-blowing strokes.

My legs were shaking. Half of me wanted to come right now but the other half wanted something more. “Condom,” I panted. “Please, Hunter…I really want to fuck you.”

He groped in his jeans. Moments later, the hardness of his sheathed cock pushed against my slit. I moaned as his dick slowly penetrated my tightness.

“Oh, god,” he breathed. “You feel so good.”

Hunter pushed all the way into me, pausing before he withdrew. Over and over he tortured me like that, with lingering thrusts that drove me out of my mind. Excitement was building inside me like a hot, wet storm and I needed to come soon or I would scream.

Without warning, he pulled out of my cunt and rolled me over onto all fours. Taking my hips in hand, he began fucking me hard and fast, spearing into me with long, vigorous strokes. A wet ache was pulsing between my legs and as I reached down to rub my clit, my orgasm erupted inside me just as Hunter’s body shuddered on top of mine.

He held me against him in the snowy darkness, stroking my hair. “So much for Ben,” he said, with a small laugh.

I kissed him, pulling his chest against mine. “Who’s Ben?”