Protecting Her, page 6
“Before you say anything, don’t. She has had a rough morning, so if you are going to come in and be your normal hell hound self, then walk right back out the way you came.” His voice is deep and authoritative.
My mother’s face contorts with anger. “You have an appearance scheduled for eleven, don’t be late.” She walks away without another word. I shouldn’t be surprised. I should expect this from her. It still hurts.
My phone dings and I walk over to the end table to see what it is.
Mom: The press knows, they will ask about it in your interview.
I was hoping we could keep this quiet for longer but with the scene at the beach, I knew it would eventually come out. This situation is the last thing I want to talk about in an interview on a big late night talk show. They shoot around dinner time and then air it but I don’t plan on talking about this in front of millions of people.
“Sam, the detectives are here.” I nod my head walking toward him. He takes my hand leading me out into the living room. I explain to them at least three separate times what happened and that we didn’t hear anything.
“Mr. Stone, you’ve been hired to protect Miss Baker?” The detective looks over at Hunter, this is the first time they have addressed him.
“Yeah, about a week ago.” I grab Hunter’s hand, wanting his support and trying to lend him some of mine.
“So it would be safe to say if Miss Baker wasn’t in this situation, that you wouldn’t have this job?”
I feel his body tense beside me. “I don’t know what the fuck you are trying to insinuate, but I don’t have shit to do with what is happening.”
The detective doesn’t flinch. He continues to grill Hunter about his intentions, his life, and his background. After about an hour, they leave and I breathe a sigh of relief. I look over at Hunter on the couch and I can still see how pissed he is at the questions they asked him. He almost lost it when the detective was going over the information they gathered. He had mentioned that Hunter had a sister, Amy. Before he could say anything else, Hunter had jumped up and told him that he would not talk about her. He seemed so unhinged at the mention of her that I even flinched as he told them in no uncertain words to drop it.
I want to ask him why. What happened? I know right now isn’t a good time, though. I go into my room and get dressed. I have two photo shoots today and then the talk show appearance. Luckily, all of them will give me an outfit to wear when I get there so it really doesn’t matter what I show up in. However, I know that the paparazzi will be all over me now that the news has broken and the last thing I want to do is give those vultures any ammo.
I slip on a pair of jeans and a pink button up shirt. When I walk out to see what Hunter is doing, I find him at the window. I touch his shoulder and seem to jolt him out of whatever state he was in.
“You ready?” No. I want to ask him about Amy. I want to help him through whatever battle he is fighting in his head, but I have a feeling that asking him right now would not end well.
“As ready as I’ll ever be.” We take the elevator downstairs and I can hear the crowd outside. One of the main things that was nice about yesterday was that I didn’t have to deal with anyone being all over me. Meeting Hunter’s friends yesterday was great. I fell into an easy relationship with them. Jules had talked to me about Hunter and his whore ways. I couldn’t help but laugh and cringe at some of the stories her and Lacey would tell.
Hunter grabs my hand, leading me through the mob and safely getting me into the car. When he gets in the other side, I smile at him.
“What?”
“You’re getting good at this, slug.” I laugh as I repeat the name his friends gave him.
“Watch it, cupcake. I still have a wild side you have no idea about.” His eyes roam my body and I can feel a blush slowly spreading across my skin. “You need it? You want to forget everything and lose yourself? Tell me what you want, babe?”
I look toward the front, sending the privacy wall up. “God yes. I want you.”
He laughs in my ear. “Hmmm, my greedy girl can’t wait till tonight? I’m not going to give you my dick in the back of this car because I don’t have nearly enough room for what I want to do to you.” I groan a sigh of disappointment. When I look over at Hunter, he is no longer next to me. “Over here.”
I look in front of me and he is crouched on the floor of the SUV. His hands move to the waistband of my jeans, pulling them and my panties down to my ankles. His head is positioned between my legs and he licks his lips as he looks up at me.
“You better hold onto something, cupcake.” Before I can reply he dips his head, running his tongue along me, parting my lips with it. His fingers enter me as he slowly circles my clit with the tip of his tongue. I rise off the seat but his hand grip my hips, holding me in place. I start to moan, gripping onto the head rest behind me and digging my fingers into the fabric. His tongue begins to dart in and out of me and he circles my clit, pressing down hard intermittently. My legs start to tense up as the orgasm starts to build. My breathing starts to speed up and I scream his name as I fall over the edge into ecstasy.
Hunter looks up at me, smiling. “Sweet as a fucking cupcake.”
This man just might be the death of me.
Chapter Thirteen
Hunter
Watching her fall apart in the car after hearing her ask for it has my dick rock hard. This day needs to fly by so I can take her tonight. Telling her what I did last night scared the shit out of me, but after she said yes, my nerves calmed. Until this morning.
That fucking rose. Whoever the asshole is, I will not let him get to her. When the detective started questioning me, it took everything I had to keep my cool. Once he asked me about Amy, I lost it. I know I should probably talk to Sam about it. I could tell by the look on her face that she wanted to ask me about it. I’m just not ready.
The fact that someone is after Sam and I have no idea who it is, is making me feel helpless. I can’t let her down the way I did Amy. I can’t lose her too. I have to keep her safe. As we walk from the car into the building, my eyes are scanning the area, making sure that everything is okay. When we get in, someone runs up to us, ushering Sam into the dressing room and leaving me there, feeling lost.
“Can I help you?” I look to my side to see a brunette in a barely there dress.
“I’m here with Samantha Baker for her photo shoot. Where should I wait?”
The girl’s eyes seem to assess me before she gives me a slutty ass smile. “You could always come and hang out in my room. She will probably be a few hours.”
Real subtle. Normally, I would jump at the chance for a quick hook-up but I told Sam that we would try. “I’m good.” I walk away, not waiting for a response.
“Hunter.” I turn around to see Sam walking up to me. “You can come back here with us.” She smiles at me, a genuine smile, not the fake kind she usually has plastered on her face. I wrap my arms around her waist and place a kiss on her lips. “What was that for?”
“I don’t need a reason, cupcake.” I follow her through the door, not looking back to see the random’s response.
Sam’s first shoot is for a new wine that she has developed. I was shocked when she told me that she had spent the last year trying to get this thing together. I guess I just figured she was the face of the operation like everyone else. They had her in a hot red bikini and drinking her wine by the pool. This shit definitely didn’t help my case of blue balls.
The second shoot I took her to was for a perfume line. She was dressed as an angel, and she looked so fucking beautiful. When she was done and went back to change, an idea hit me. I got the attention of one of the production assistants. “Hey, can you help me out with something?”
She nodded and I explained to her what I needed. After laughing, she said she would take care of it. I see the food table set up, realizing that neither of us has eaten all day. I head over, make her a salad and grab myself a burger. When she comes out of the room, I hand the to go container to her. “No arguments, you’re eating it in the car.”
She leans up on her tip toes and gives me a kiss. “Thank you, babe.”
The term babe hits me like a brick. That’s an official “boyfriend” term. A panic builds inside of me. A part of me wants to run away. Then I look over at her talking to someone, she is laughing and seems to be happier then I have ever seen her at one of these. I try to get a hold of my nerves, pushing my flight instinct down. The only thing worse than risking getting hurt would be hurting her. She trusted me last night, let me in. I can’t disappoint her.
The feelings I have for her are developing so fast that I feel like I’m falling without a parachute. Maybe it’s because I haven’t let anyone in for so long. Maybe it’s just her. She creates this crazy kind of madness in me but for some reason it calms me at the same time. Whenever I am with her, it just feels right. I have been trying to figure out what it is that draws me to her but I can’t. Whatever it is, I just hope it doesn’t end in disaster.
When we get into the car, I’m pleasantly surprised that Sam doesn’t fight me on eating. “Stop looking at me like I’m some exhibit. I told you I would eat it and I will.”
I laugh. “I guess I expected more rebellion.”
“I’m not stupid Hunter, and I don’t want to be sick. I think landing in the hospital was my wake up call.”
I nod my head, eating my burger and thankful that she seems to have gotten the message when the doctor talked to her. Now, if I could only control her crazy ass mother.
When I think about the way she treats Sam, it makes me sick. The things she says to her are nothing that any human being should have to endure, especially not from a parent. I refuse to listen to that shit anymore. She won’t get away with it while I’m around. I hope at some point Sam can stand up for herself, but until she can, I will.
We pull up to the TV station and the crowd here is even worse than the one at the hotel. This is the part that scares me. There are so many people around us, that I feel like one mistake and something could happen to her. What if the person doing this is in the crowd? I would never know until it was too late.
We make it in the building safely and people quickly usher her away and all start talking at the same time. After Sam gets dressed, she comes out of the room and I can tell something is off. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m just nervous.” She wrings her hands. “Everyone knows about the stalking and now they are going to ask me about it in the interview.”
“Just breathe. You haven’t done anything wrong. You’re the victim here. Want me to threaten to kick his ass if he does anything shitty?”
She laughs. “I needed that.” We walk toward the studio hand in hand, when someone steps in front of us.
“Samantha, I’m Tommy, Mr. Morgan’s assistant.” She shakes his hand and his eyes focus in on our joined hands.
“Nice to meet you, this is Hunter Stone; he is my security so he’ll be following me backstage.”
Tommy nods at me and then instructs us to follow him. He shows Sam where to stand and what her cue is to come out on stage, then disappears.
In a few minutes the music plays, signaling Sam to go out. When the audience sees her they all cheer, and she waves to them as she makes her way to the chair. Her and the host exchange greetings before she sits down. He begins by asking her about the tour, and her music, then it comes up. I feel helpless having to watch it all go down.
“So, I have to say I was surprised because I haven’t heard anything about this, but do you now have a man in your life?”
The audience cheers as Sam’s face shows the shock that I’m experiencing. “Who told you that?” she plasters on the fake smile but I can see past it and can tell she is panicking.
“My assistant actually saw the two of you backstage.” Shit.
“Um, I guess the cat is out of the bag now.” Everyone starts to clap as she squirms in her seat.
“He’s your security, right?” A picture of us taken by the paparazzi a couple days ago appears on the screen. We are holding hands and I am helping her into the car. The audience starts to clap again and yell their approval.
“Uh yeah.” I can tell that all she wants to do is run away.
The interview awkwardly continues, the topic stays on us for a little while, although Sam doesn’t say much. They never ask about the stalker. I guess breaking this story was better for them. When her interview is over, she all but runs off the stage to me.
“Get me out of here please.” I don’t say anything, I just lead her back to the dressing room, waiting while she changes. She reappears a few minutes later, her huge sunglasses already on.
We walk outside and a new slew of questions are being thrown at her. About us, our relationship, my motives. It is really pissing me off and if I didn’t know it was what they wanted, I would punch one of these assholes in the face.
We head back to the hotel instead of going to dinner, deciding to order room service. Tomorrow we go to a different city for one of her shows, and I can tell what happened tonight really shook her. I’m in the room getting changed when I hear the door open; considering no one else’s rude enough to not knock, I know it must be her mother.
“Samantha Baker, how could you decide to reveal this infatuation to millions of people? Do you realize how irresponsible that was?”
“It’s not like I had a choice, Mom. His assistant saw us backstage.”
“And whose fault is that? You know I bet that’s what he wanted.” She points her finger at me accusingly. “Being with you wasn’t enough, he needed a slice of your celebrity. What have I always told you? No one will ever be there for you except me. Remember that.” I move to go out there and defend her, but as I emerge, the door is already slamming shut.
Sam has her head in her hands. A knock at the door draws my attention away from her. I tip the room service attendant and roll the cart into the room. We eat in almost silence and I can tell how badly her mother gets to her. She wants her approval so badly.
I walk into the room after eating and put my earlier plan into action.
This could go one of two ways.
She’ll either hate it or love it.
Chapter Fourteen
Samantha
“Sam!” I hear Hunter call me. “Come here for a minute.”
I stand up, moving even though all I want to do is lie down on the couch and feel sorry for myself. When I open the door to the bedroom, my mouth drops open. Hunter is standing next to the bed in a fireman’s outfit sans shirt. The dark pants hang low on his hips, showing off the delicious V he has, and the red suspenders hug his huge chest. I’m frozen. He looks fucking hot.
“Excuse me ma’am, but I heard there was a fire that needed to be put out…in your pants.” He winks and I can’t help the laugh that escapes.
“Where did you get this?” I say as I walk closer to him, shaking my head.
“You’re not the only one who wanted to play dress up today.” I smile, realizing how quickly he was able to change my mood. His hand grabs mine, yanking me against him. “Those clothes are a fire hazard and they need to be removed right away.”
“Yes sir.” I move away from him to get undressed, then lay down on the bed.
“I seemed to have found the source of the fire, Miss Baker.” When I look at him, embarrassment takes over. He is holding my vibrator. Holy shit. What is he doing with that?!
Hunter slowly slides the suspenders off his shoulders and unbuttons the pants, causing them to fall to the floor. Oh my God. He wasn’t wearing anything under them and he is already hard. I didn’t get a good look at it the one night we were together and the size of it has me a little intimidated.
“Now I know before me, you used this to get off. I want to see it.” What? “Show me how you get yourself off.” He can’t be serious. When I hear the low buzz, I know he is. “Now, we are going to do this and then I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll feel me for days.” He bends down so his mouth is right next to my ear, placing the vibrator in my hand. “Show me how you make yourself come, and suck my dick while you’re doing it.” His deep voice reverberates through me and my eyes widen at his last statement.
I turn my head to the side, as he stands up next to the bed, and then I slowly move the vibrator down my body. I start to move it up and down my pussy, grazing quickly over my clit before inserting it into me and groaning. Hunter takes advantage of my open mouth, slipping into it slowly, pumping in and out. He leans down a little, his hand finding my clit, stimulating it while I work the vibrator. In and out. In and out.
I twirl my tongue around the tip of his dick, causing him to let out what I can only describe as a growl. I can feel myself starting to build and moan as I get closer. Hunter’s speed picks up and it’s so erotic getting each other off at the same time.
I scream as my orgasm hits me and he pulls out of my mouth. Before I can regain my composure, he lifts me off the bed, bending me over it. His hand comes down, smacking my ass, and I yelp. “Baby, I have been wanting this since the first time I had you. I will not be gentle.”
I’m about to respond when he sinks himself into me and I cry out. “Fuck!” I panic at first, thinking we aren’t protected when I feel the condom. How fast does he move?
“Let me hear you, Sam. I want to know how it feels. Scream for me.” He starts wildly fucking me, moving in and out so quickly, and so hard, using my hips to slam me into him with even more force.
“Shit! God Hunter!” His hand comes down on my ass again, before I hear a buzzing in the background. Hunter stills and I take the opportunity to catch my breath.
“I wanted to have you like this for longer after having my dick in your sexy as sin mouth. Watching you fall apart and being in your tight pussy, I need to come. You better hold onto something.”
