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11
Hunter
Friday
When I first saw Grace with Sara, anger bubbled up inside. She had no right to be following me and interrogating my family. But when she saw me, her eyes shone with surprise, not guilt. Her cheeks tinged with pink, like I was a pleasant surprise.
I studied her as Kade talked with Sara. Her clothes were still a bit on the conservative side, but she was even more stunning out of her work environment. The bright green of her sweater brought out the green specs in her hazel eyes and made her hair look more auburn than brown. She wore it down, and my hands itched to touch it. To grip it as her lips sucked my dick deep into her mouth. That was the image I’d use tonight before I went to bed.
But then Kade invited himself and me to join them. Perhaps I could arrange for the real deal. She might be my counselor, but I had no doubt now that she was into me. Fuck, just remembering how hot she was when I touched her, the way her eyes turned that dark green as I fingered her wet pussy made my dick twitch. I’d licked her taste from my fingers and then gone straight to my office and jerked myself off because I was too hard to think straight.
We weren’t in session now, so maybe it would be alright to finally finish what we’d started that afternoon.
As I sat next to her, I had to hope Kade wouldn’t make any snarky remarks at her expense about my counseling. He could be such an asshole sometimes. Of all my brothers, he was the one that tested my limits the most.
At first, I felt a little unsettled next to Grace. I could pick up a woman, but I hadn’t had what might be construed as a date since before I left for the military. Not that this was a date, but it wasn’t a pick up for a just hook up either. For a moment, I wondered what the fuck I was thinking and doing. If she wasn’t a one-off, I shouldn’t be touching her, and yet I couldn’t get the look of desire in her eyes and the way her body went pliant, just for a second, against mine out of my head. Perhaps instead of a one-off, I could convince her of a short-term affair. No strings. No harm, no foul.
“So, Grace, when you’re not shrinking heads, what do you enjoy doing?” Kade asked.
I winced at his choice of words, and then I glared at him. He wasn’t trying to pick her up, was he? She was mine, dammit.
She shrugged. “I’ve been so busy with my work that I don’t have a lot of free time.”
“Isn’t that hard to live with? Carrying all that misery with you all the time,” Kade asked.
“You’ll have to forgive him, he hasn’t grown up yet,” I said, giving him a look that said back off.
He ignored me.
“I wouldn’t say my clients all live in misery, but I’ll admit, sometimes, it’s hard to let go of all the sadness I feel at the pain they carry.”
I looked at her, thinking I’d done right by not telling her my deepest, darkest secrets. If she had a hard time letting go of the pain of her regular folks, my pain and misery would certainly make her comatose.
“Maybe you can tell me why all your brothers think you’re immature?” she said.
Sara hid her smile behind her water. I laughed a loud spontaneous laugh, something I hadn’t done in a long, long time.
Kade, to his credit, didn’t look too offended. “I’m the baby, didn’t Hunter tell you?”
“Do you like that role?” she asked.
I could still hear the teasing in her tone, but Kade had about hit his limit.
“You psychoanalyzing me?” he asked.
“Just making conversation,” she said, sipping her wine.
I leaned a little closer to her, inhaling her sweet scent. “I think you’ve probably already realized that I’m not the only Raven who needs therapy.”
“Therapy isn’t bad,” Sara said, and I hated the ghost of pain that swept through her young face. She’d had therapy because of me.
I shifted away from Grace and downed my drink.
“No, it’s not bad,” Grace said, setting her hand on my thigh. I looked down and then at her, wondering what she was doing. The tenderness in her eyes told me she was aware that I was upset, and she was comforting me. I didn’t want her comfort, and at the same time, it felt fucking good to have someone be there for me without being in my face.
By the time dinner arrived, the conversation had moved away from therapy to plans for Sara’s baby, unusual things to do in New York, and whether the Giants would have what it took to reach the playoffs next season. It was a surprise to discover that my little librarian-looking therapist liked football.
