7 Days of Seduction (10 page)

"Hunter?"

Just like in the video, he hoisted her up in the air, still slamming into her. Impaled, she moaned and shuddered as a third orgasm shook her, threatened to annihilate her.

"Hunter, God, that's fantastic." He shook as he came, arms bulging as he squeezed her to his chest.

Her feet hit the floor and she turned to drop onto the bed beside Sam. The bed dipped again and she looked across Sam at Hunter stretched out as well. The three of them all laid out in a row. She'd love to have a picture of that.

Ashley's chest heaved as she tried to take in enough oxygen to calm her spent nerves. The guys breathed deep too, as if they'd run a marathon. They sort of had. Her heartbeat normalized and a measure of strength came back into her limbs. Hunter's voice broke the silence.

"Who's ready for round two?"

All three of their hands shot into the air. A girl could get used to this.

Day 7

Firework

Hunter eased himself out of bed without disturbing the sleeping couple. Ashley, curled against his back, whimpered briefly, then turned to snuggle against Sam. Thoughts of her last night--the tight grip of her pussy, the sight of Sam fingering her dark nipples, her face beautifully contorted in the grip of orgasm--had him so hard he wanted nothing more than to return to the bed and plow into her once more. He breathed deeply, willing the tension to drain from his body. Tonight. He could wait for tonight--the final frontier.

He smiled down at the couple, now intertwined. Never the jealous type, he wasn't disturbed by the sight of Ashley pressed against Sam's naked side, her nipples flattened against his chest. The thought that they might wake and make love again didn't faze him either. Ashley's response to him all week--especially last night--convinced him where her interest lay.

A random thought that he might not be so nonchalant if Ashley lay in the arms of another man brushed across his mind. His hand clenched hard enough for his nails to bite painfully into his palm. A deep breath and he relaxed. In the growing light, he stared curiously at the red crescents indented on his palm. This was something new. Ashley already meant a bit more than he expected. A good thing or a bad thing? He shrugged the matter away for another time and went in search of his clothes.

* * * *

The sun rode above the horizon as Ashley put the finishing touches on her make-up. She'd been tingling in anticipation ever since she woke up this morning. Her face heated at the remembrance of waking to a very hard erection pressing into her back, arching to give Hunter access to her, only to hear Sam's muttered lament, "I'm out of condoms."

Thank God. She hadn't minded having sex with Sam and Hunter last night. Rather a hot time actually. But having sex with Sam alone felt…wrong. She was with Hunter now. At least she hoped so after tonight.

She clenched her butt cheeks at the thought of what she'd considered doing all week. Her hand shook, leaving a streak of mascara under her eyebrow. Great. Hunter would probably leave her flat if she ended up looking like a raccoon. But her tingles persisted. He had taken her on so many sexual adventures during the past six days, of course, he'd expect to end it with a bang. She had the freakin' hots for him all the time. But she couldn't shake her misgivings about anal intercourse.

First major consideration—pain. Hunter was extremely well hung so she had no doubt it would hurt. She'd had some painful experiences already this week, but suspected this would make even the wax pale in comparison.

Her second consideration was pure insecurity--having gotten what he wanted from her, would he just say "
Sayonara,
" and buzz out of her life as quickly as he'd stormed into it? Most of the guys she'd dated--all of them except Sam--had done that. After she'd slept with them for a while they'd bugged out. So she expected Hunter would join their ranks after tonight. Chase over, time for a new game.

She frowned then relaxed and blended her Golden Suntan eye shadow carefully to achieve a smoky glow effect, guaranteed to make the guys come running, though only one guy interested her now. Of course, the situation was a two-edged sword. If she had AI with him he might leave--mission accomplished. But if she put him off, told him she still wasn't ready…he might throw up his hands in disgust and move on to a more willing woman.

"Damned if you do and damned if you don't," she mumbled to the woman in the mirror, checked her look one more time and switched off the light.

She wandered from room to room. He wasn't expected for another half an hour, so she tried to release her mounting tension by checking the set-up for the party. Usually she pulsed with excitement by the time Friday got here. Who would turn up? What outrageous thing would happen? Would the cops be called?

These parties had garnered quite a reputation with the
Berkeley
students and new guys were always showing up, even in the summer when no one was around. What would they morph into this fall when the rest of the campus came back? She had deemed it her personal eye candy store, though she'd almost never tasted the wares. Until last Friday night. The monumental exception. If she hadn't drunk so much she'd never have urged Hunter to join her and Sam.

Which, in her estimation, could be considered a point in favor of her drinking. She glanced toward the door. Did she dare? She clenched her hand to stop its trembling. One drink would calm those nerves right down. Maybe she could sneak a little quick one.

She headed to the kitchen bent on a stiff rum and coke when the doorbell rang. "Get that, will you, Sam? It's probably BJ. He's always the first one here."

Continuing her trek to the kitchen, she grabbed her stash of Bacardi Gold from beneath the sink and a glass from the cabinet. She nudged the cabinet door with the back of her hand and it slammed shut, revealing Hunter standing in the doorway, his carefully neutral expression even scarier than a frown would have been.

Ashley stood there, rum in one hand, glass in the other, clutched to her breasts as if she could stuff them inside to get rid of the evidence. She opened her mouth, not knowing what the hell was going to come out.

"You're early." Well, it could have been worse.

"Looks like you're starting early." His voice gave nothing away, damn him. She wished he'd just yell at her and get it over with.

"Uh, I thought it would… pass the time until you got here." She put the bottle and glass down on the granite counter, the glass clinking as her hand shook. Talk about being caught with your hand in the cookie jar. He stared at her and she held her breath, squinted her eyes against the expected blast.

"So you don't need it now, do you?" His voice, carefully neutral, made her relax her braced pose.

She opened her mouth to ask if he was mad, caught herself, and simply replied, "No."

"Then let's go." He motioned toward the living room, where a few early guests were trying to bring the party to life. She brushed past him but stopped in surprise when he slid his hand down her spine to the small of her back. The gesture, intimate as a kiss, sent a ripple of desire to her pussy. Maybe he'd forgiven her. Heat from his hand spread across her lower back and moisture began to pool in her panties. Thank God for panty liners. Damn. One touch of his hand and she flamed like a Roman candle. Which made her decision all the more difficult. And she only had until the end of dinner.

* * * *

Hunter's head shot up from perusing his menu at her order of unsweetened iced tea. Surprising but welcome news. After the earlier incident, he'd assumed he'd have to persuade her not to drink. "You don't want a drink with dinner?"

"No, I'm fine now. Like I said, it was just to pass the time." She smiled at him across the small linen-draped table for two. From the forced look of her smile, though, her nervousness had not abated.

"Okay." God knew he didn't want to encourage her. The sight of her with the bottle in her hand earlier had angered him to no end. His requests hadn't been strong enough incentive for her to lay off the booze. Perhaps she needed a shot of reality, though he hated to recall that period of his life. He swallowed hard and shifted in his chair. If they were going to continue together, she needed to know.

He wanted her alert and focused tonight of all nights. Had she just wanted a drink to calm her nerves? Was fear her underlying motivation? Despite her eager participation in their bedroom adventures this week, she might still be apprehensive about tonight's tryst. Gazing at the beautiful woman across from him, Hunter wondered if she would, in the end, finally say no.

"Ready to order?" He glanced at her, glowing in the sensual lighting of the restaurant and his cock tightened. Few women affected him the way Ash did and none as strongly. He closed his menu and imagined her spread out, naked on his bed. He intended to savor her this evening, in every way possible.

* * * *

"This is your house?" Ashley stared out the window as Hunter's BMW pulled up to the apex of a circular drive. The house was magnificent from the outside—an architectural dream of starkly angled wood with decks off to each side. The thick woods all around gave the illusion of privacy, even though they had passed several homes just down the road. She had to consciously keep her mouth from dropping open.

"Yeah, it's mine." He glanced over at her, sort of sheepishly. "My dad bought it for me when I came to
Berkeley
."

There was no reply to that. She knew his family was wealthy—his father had a law practice in DC for God's sake. But she hadn't expected he lived somewhere on this scale. She shifted on the leather seat, her mind racing.

Dinner had been quick, the drive out to Kensington even quicker. He would expect an answer in a few minutes and she still didn't know what it would be. She stared at the house and tried to keep her hands from fidgeting.

It nagged at her that he hadn't offered to bring her out here until now. Why had he waited until tonight to show her his house? What did that mean? Was he trying to impress her? Persuade her? Coerce her?

He came around and opened her door. She got out automatically, but continued to stare at the house. Maybe she should get back in the car.

"Come on. Let me show you the house." Before she could stop him, he'd shut the door and taken her hand, entwined their fingers, and pulled her toward the dark wooden porch.

With the turn of Hunter's key, the huge door opened silently and she stepped into an open area with a vaulted ceiling stretching impossibly high. The low lighting revealed sleek hardwood floors.

"Let me give you the ten-cent tour." He shut the door and led her down the wide hallway. "The living and dining rooms." To the right sat a perfectly arranged modern sofa and chairs fashioned with odd angles in pale upholstery, though it suited the house perfectly. On the left, an equally perfect dining area, again pale and angular. Nothing soft or rounded for Hunter.
Except my butt.
She winced, and slowed her pace.

Turning at the dining room, they doubled back through the kitchen, a blur of stainless steel.

"Across the hall and downstairs we have the bedrooms."

I just bet you do.
How many other women had he brought to this "love nest?"

Hunter preceded her down the carpeted stairs and she dragged her feet until she stood in a lower hallway. "This is the guest room." He gestured to the room on the left. A peep in the door showed her a smallish room done in neutral colors.

I guess he reserves all his color for sex.

"And here's the master."

In the larger of the two bedrooms, done in eggshell and beige, the bed was covered with a sage green spread in a pattern of bamboo. Restful and inviting. The green accents warmed the stark room just enough. Probably designed that way--"the better to seduce you with, my dear."

She drew in a long breath. She didn't belong here.

"I think you'd better take me home." The words came out with a rush and she turned to go, trying to avoid his eyes.

"What's wrong?" He grabbed her elbow gently and swung her back around to face him. The recessed lights shone dimly, illuminating his face. His brows were drawn into a frown.

"This seems like a lot to…to take in all at once." She was grasping at straws, not wanting to make her decision now. "I don't know what to think about the house, about you."

"It's just a house, Ashley." He shrugged and shook his head. "It's where I've lived for the past five years."

"So why haven't you brought me out here before? Why wait until tonight? Are you trying to intimidate me with all of this?" She couldn't quite keep the challenge out of her voice.

He glanced away, then back to look her in the eyes. "I wanted tonight to be special. I wanted to save my home for tonight, as a private place just for us. I don't bring women here as a rule."

"Really?" A glimmer of hope flickered in her heart. She was special to him? More than just a fuck buddy?

"Yes, Ash." His voice lowered and his eyes smoldered with desire. His tone sent a tremor through her and brought her mind crashing back from that pinnacle of hope. She knew what he expected and fought to control her rising panic. She couldn't let him bully her into this decision.