Huntress by J L Taft Page A

pop her breasts up out of her bra. Tweaking and rolling her pink nipples,
he pulled all the way out and paused, driving her insane. When it became too
much and the tension was tight within her bowed body he plunged back in, over
and over, harder and deeper until she didn’t know where he stopped and she
began.
    His groans got louder, the table shook beneath the force of
his thrusts and she only begged for more. Even when she was sure the whole
house must be moving with them she pleaded until her body crested and she hung
suspended then crashed in huge waves as Trent groaned his release through
gritted teeth.
    He stood over her for several minutes until she felt her
nerves coming back and she suddenly understood she was quickly becoming
addicted to him. Sitting up, he fell out and moved to the kitchen garbage to
dispose of the condom before zipping himself back up. She stood and grabbed her
jeans, sliding into them quickly.
    Trent yawned suddenly and she looked at the clock. It was
after one in the morning. She needed some space to kick herself for agreeing to
this crazy plan. It was bound to end badly for her.
    “You are welcome to the couch for the rest of the night. I’m
going up to bed,” she told him firmly.
    His eyebrows went up but he said, “Thanks, I’ll take you up
on that. I’m too tired to drive back home tonight.”
    Curiosity burned within her and she wanted to ask about what
he did and where he lived but she couldn’t very well violate her own rules.
Especially not ten minutes after she had set them.
    Gathering her clothing, Fiona retreated upstairs, took a
shower and lay in bed. She shouldn’t have offered him the couch. Just knowing
he was so close was enough to keep her from sleeping. At least now she didn’t
have to worry about using her spell on him.
    Exhaustion finally overtook her and her eyes closed.

Chapter Seven
     
    Trent lay staring at the ceiling of Fiona’s living room an
hour later. Her couch was too small and he couldn’t get his big frame
comfortable on it. What he really wanted to do was go up the stairs and fall
into bed with her. He didn’t even need sex. He just wanted to feel her close
and that scared the shit out of him.
    He had agreed to her silly rules only because he realized
she was terrified about someone learning her secret. If his granny was right.
The more time he spent with Fiona, the more he realized it had to be true.
    There was something extra in her eyes. It was right there in
front of him and all he had to do was look.
    Their conversation from earlier ran through his mind. He had
promised they would talk about what he had been thinking about. He hoped she
would go for it.
    Just the thought of tying her hands and having her at his
mercy made his cock spring to life. Groaning and punching the pillow under his
head, he shifted again, trying to ease the pain between his legs.
    A sudden scream ripped throughout the house. He stumbled
from the couch and up the stairs, reaching Fiona in seconds. She let loose
another long scream and he ducked just in time as a book flew toward his head.
    He halted in the doorway in shock as he got a good look at
what was happening. Other things were flying about the room—a vase and flowers,
a piece of clothing, more books.
    But she wasn’t tossing them with her hands. They were
clutching the sheets beside her in a death grip.
    Trent ducked and slid and made it to her side no worse for
wear. He reached for her shoulders. He shook her, thinking she was still asleep
until he looked in her eyes. They were wide open but distant and a cold chill
went down his back.
    This was more than a nightmare. He shook her harder, calling
her name, knowing she wasn’t seeing him or the room around her.
    “Fiona? Fiona!” Suddenly she went limp and he caught her in
his arms before she toppled off the side of the bed. Brushing the hair from her
face, he stared down at her. Trent watched as she blinked and the distance
faded from her eyes and panic