Bury the Hatchet

Chapter Eleven - Bury the Hatchet

HUNTER

I fucking love eating pussy.

There are few things in life I enjoy more than going down on a chick and hearing her sounds of pleasure, feeling her hands fisting in my hair as she directs me where she wants me, and tasting the fruits of my labor. Watching a woman come? Feeling her sex clench around my fingers, my tongue, my cock? It's fucking heaven. There are times I'd rather take a woman to orgasm than find my own.

And right now? Tallie was aroused as all hell. I could tell. She was hot and ready, so much so that I could feel her heat and smell the evidence. If I wanted to take her back to our suite, strip her down, and lick her pussy until she experienced climax after mind-blowing climax, I had no doubt she would let me. She wouldn't stop me if I wanted to fuck her afterward, either. I had no doubt I could pound into her as long as I could keep it up, and considering I was harder than steel right now, I knew I could go a long fucking time.

I was ready. She was ready. More than that, she was willing. I'd done that to her.

She was also drunk as all hell.

I'd done that to her, too.

We'd been sitting by the bar on the beach for hours, and I'd brought her cocktail after cocktail even though she'd long since had more than enough. I couldn't seem to help myself. After I'd brought her the first one, and she'd acted like I'd just handed her the keys to the castle, I'd just wanted to do whatever would make her happy. Her face had lit up like a fucking fireworks display the second she'd taken a sip of that fruity drink, brighter than the sun overhead. It was like she'd never had a cocktail before.

And once I thought about that, I realized that might very well be the case. She might not have ever had a cocktail in her life, or if she had it had likely only been on extremely rare occasions. Lance probably didn't let her drink because alcohol had too many calories or some other shit like that.

Thinking about him had only pissed me off. I was even more pissed off because I'd finally had the opportunity to talk to Carrie since the wedding. Just as I'd expected, she'd thought it was for the best to stay home with Kaylee once she'd found out that Kade would be there. I couldn't disagree with that. Keeping Kaylee away from her father needed to be the number one thing any of the responsible adults in her life would do.

The fact that, once again, my brother had put himself and what he wanted before everyone else—at Mom's urging, no less—made me see red, so I'd tried to drown my anger in my beer. Then I wanted another, and every time I'd gone back to get myself a beer, I'd brought her another umbrella drink. She'd downed each and every one of them with the same sweet glee, but she was well past her limit right now, and that meant I should have kept my fucking hands and mouth to myself, no matter what she asked me to do.

It didn't matter that she was technically my wife; consent from a drunk didn't count as consent. If I took her back to the hotel and fucked her now, I would be no better than Kade with the way he'd treated Chantel. I'd be damned if I was going to stoop to his fucking level. Not going to happen.

Tallie's sexy pout was going to kill me, though. I wanted to kiss it right off her lips. "Come on," I said, reaching out a hand for her to take. "We should go inside." She needed to sleep her drunk off, and I needed a cold shower.

"But you just put more sunscreen on me."

That had been part of the problem. Once I'd gotten my hands on her skin, I hadn't wanted to stop. It was like silk beneath my touch. I didn't know how someone could get to be a teenager, even, with skin as perfect as hers, let alone someone who spent so much time caked with makeup and all sorts of other shit that she didn't need at all. It was smooth to the touch, though, and hot. Not just from being out in the sun, either. Apparently, Tallie's libido liked booze.