Hunter's POV.

"Where have you been?" Bobbie asks me when I finally make it into my office where we are supposed to have a meeting.

"Had a phone call," I mumble and sit at my desk. "Is everyone here?"

Jayden looks around, but my gaze lands on Sheldon.

"Where's Nixon?" I growl. Great, now we have to wait on the son of a bitch.

"He went to go talk to Jacey a little while ago," Sheldon shrinks in his seat.

What. The. Fuck.

"God fucking dammit," I slam my hand on the desk before pushing my chair away and head up the stairs.

I will fucking kill him if he even so much as touched a hair on her body.

When I finally get right outside her bedroom door I hear two voices talking.

"You're right, they do, but you're different," a male voice explains sternly. "I agree that you shouldn't have been dragged into this, but killing yourself would've created a war, I don't think you understand that."

Obviously that male would be Nixon and God do I want to go in their and knock everyone of his goddamned teeth out.

"And what makes me so different? Huh? People already want me dead," Jacey argues, her voice full of emotion. Has she been crying? Is it because of him? "Is it the money? You still wanted the money for making sure I didn't die-"

"Shut up!" Nixon shouts. Oh hell no, over my dead fucking body. "You don't know anything. You think I didn't feel anything for you? That I told you all those things about me because I wanted money?"

"I don't know," she answers shakily making my tiny, peanut sized heart ache.

"Wow," I hear him scoff.

He's about to never be able to scoff again the bastard.

I get a little warning of when he'll walk out of her room, and when the door slams shut, I walk out from my hiding spot that wasn't so hidden.

"Hunter," Nixon nods, getting ready to walk pass me when I grip his arm and shove him against the wall with my forearm against his throat. I feel like I always have him in this position.

"You listen, and you listen closer than you ever have, if you ever talk to Jacey that way again I will skin you alive," I lower my voice dangerously. "I don't care if her motives are stupid to you, I will never hear you raise your voice to her again or disrespect her. Got it?"

Nixon is good at hiding his emotion, he always has been, but I can see through him now. He's scared, scared of me.

All he does is nod and I let him go, not without a shove to the chest.

Taking a deep breath I'm about to knock on Jacey's door when I think better of it, she'll never let me in. So instead of wasting the energy of pounding my fist on her door, I burst through the slab of wood, locking it behind me.

"Hunter!" She screeches and wipes away her tears. "Have you ever heard of knocking?"

Nope.

I roll my eyes. "Be quiet."

I sit down on her bed where she scootches over to make room for me. I place my elbows on my knees and sigh.

"Are you okay?" I ask, trying to be polite and somewhat unlike my usual self.

"I'm surprised you care after you completely gave me the cold shoulder even after what happened last night," she scoffs with a roll of her eyes.

Last night, that was amazing. Sure, I didn't get anything out of it, but just seeing the pleasure I gave her was enough. You can probably say I took advantage of an emotional girl who didn't have a level head at the time, but either way she enjoyed it so...

"I didn't give you the cold shoulder," I huff.

"Okay," she clicks her tongue against the roof of her mouth. "If we're done here-"

"I heard your conversation with Nixon," I blurt. Well damn that was smooth. Not.

"Stalking me now, are we?"

"I actually came looking for him and Sheldon said he went to talk to you, I didn't mean to spy," I confess.

"Whatever, Hunter, you found Nixon so you can go now," she gets up, but I grab her wrist gently and look down at her hand.

"Don't make me go," I look up at her through my eye lashes.

"You came up here to get Nixon for something, isn't that what you should be worrying about?" She asks with a slight attitude.

"Yes I probably should," I admit. "But I also have a girl whom I'm supposed to protect up here crying."

For a good second she stares at me then bursts out laughing. It's nice to hear her laugh because of me, usually I'm the one to make her cry.

"Nice," she giggles and places her knee on the bed before laying down. "Come on."

I bite my lip to hide a smile and lay down next to her.

I let it be silent for a good ten minutes, I like the silence.

"Hunter?" She calls out.

"Hmm," I him and look over at her.

"Kiss me," she looks at my lips then my eyes.

"I'm not going to take advantage of you," I shake my head.

"It's just a kiss," she begs to differ.

"And then what," I raise an eyebrow. "You'll want more."

"That was a bit egotistical," she smiles.

"I'm allowed to be."

Again, I let my eyes stay on the ceiling. I should probably be getting down to my meeting, but I like it up here with here.

Suddenly, Jacey shifts so she straddling my hips.

"Jacey," I sigh. She's not in the right state of mind and I already let it go last night, but I won't do it again.

"Hunter," she mocks in a fake deep voice.

I sit up, so my chest is pressed against hers. I lower my voice and look into her eyes for what I'm about to say.

"You don't understand how much self restraint it takes to turn you down, but I'm not going to do this with you when your not fully aware-"

"Oh my god, Hunter," she groans. "I am fully aware, I want something to take my mind off things-"

"And that's just it! You only want this to get rid of your reality for a few minutes and it's not right," I shake my head.

"So you're telling me that you've never slept with a girl because you had a bad day?" I huff and she looks at me. "You're telling me that your never done something to get your mind off of reality even if it only lasts a little while?"

I look into her eyes, "I can't tell you that."

"Exactly!"

"It's different."

"How? How is that any different than this?" She argues.

"Because, the girl was fully aware," I look down.

"Shut up," she snaps. "I want this, it's not taking advantage."

"It is," I groan, rubbing my hands over my face.

"Oh my god, if it was that bad for you last night your could've just said," she whispers and gets off me, walking into the bathroom.

"Goddammit," I mutter and hope to god she didn't lock the bathroom door.

It hurts me that she thinks that lowly of herself. That her self esteem isn't the greatest which I don't understand because she absolutely gorgeous.

Taking a deep breath I get up, walk towards the bathroom door and push it open.

"Hunter for gods sake, learn what knocking is-"

"Be quiet," I instruct and cup her face in my hands.

Our lips meet in a sizzling fuse making my insides flip.

She has the softest lips I've ever felt on a woman, they're virgin like, but that only adds to the sensation.

When her small hands grip my shirt at my sides, I think of what other things those warm hands can do, but try to push that away. It's about her.

"I really hope you don't regret this," I breath against her lips.

"I won't," she promises and looks up at me. Let's hope not.

I place my lips back on her's, delving my tongue into her mouth to get as close to her as possible. Placing my hands underneath her bottom, I lift her up and she obeys by wrapping her legs around my waist.

I'm corrupting her.

A soft moan escapes her lips threatening to get me hard, and as much as I try to prevent it, my big boy down below awakens.

I feel the bed against my knee caps and gently lay Jacey on the mattress. I add an extra grind against her core when I level my face with her's, driving her crazy.

Our lips move profoundly together, tongues grazing each other, mouth popping when contact is made. It's such a sexy sound coming from her.

"Hunter..." She moans and bucks her hips to meet mine.

She's trying to kill me.

I don't say anything even though I have many, many naughty things I want to say, instead I distract her and myself by latching my lips to a spot on her neck.

I'm sure Nixon will love to see a hickey on the love of his life's neck caused by me. I'm an asshole and I don't care to admit it, cousin or not.

Her skin is so sweet and soft, heaven for my tongue if you please.

"Oh god..." She arches her back.

I cannot hold it in any longer.

"Yes, baby, arch your back for me," I growl and with no pressure I let my lips brush against her collarbone and down her exposed cleavage.

"Hunter...stop teasing," she pants making me smirk against her skin.

"I'm not teasing."

I can hardly control myself from taking her right here right now, and I definitely don't have time to properly take off her shirt. Sitting up I rip her blouse right down the middle making her gasp, before going down to kiss her chest.

"Great, now Bobbie will know we did something," I can practically see her rolling those waiting up eyes of hers.

"Let her know, let them all know how I make you come," I muse.

I hear her breath hitch at my words causing me to trail my lips lower until they hit her waist band.

It's doesn't take long for me to strip off her pants and panties and when I do, I look up to see her lust filled eyes staring down at me.

"Tell me if you want me to stop," I smirk knowing she won't want me to.

I spread her legs, this time I won't tease her, and press my lips against her mound.

Her hands thread in my hair adding pleasure to this for me, while I stroke my tongue up and down her soaking core.

"Mm...so wet," I say against her, all she manages to do is moan.

Her back arches every time I let my tongue hit that one spot on her so I make sure to go there often...but not too often.

"Hunter!" She screams, God that was fucking music to my ears.

Slow stories are made with my tongue, soaking as much of her sweetness as I can.

The whimpers that fall from those plump lips of her's get me harder and add to my need to please her.

Her legs shake, tiny curses fall from her lips and the hair pulling gets more frequent.

"Hunter, I-I'm about to-"

"Let it go," I slur and soon enough she comes undone, leaving me to 'clean' her up.

I pick up her panties and slide them up her legs then I get ready to leave when her hands stops me.

"Stay with me tonight?" She asks, those innocent eyes staring at me the way they always do despite the dirty things we just did.

I nod, forgetting all about my duties as a Mafia boss.

"Thank you," she whispers before we both drift off.
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