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Chapter 1:
Friday Night
Hunter
“HOME SWEET HOME,” I breathed out while shutting off the headlights on my Mustang. It was seven thirty at night and my parent’s curbside was dark, the sole lighting source coming from a motion sensor fixture that flickered twice and then shut off.
I was tired.
Hungry.
Ready to spend the next week sleeping, surfing—burying myself inside of something tight with a nice set of tits.
It was time to relax and enjoy.
Gorge myself on everything I’d gone without to graduate six months early. My bachelor’s in business would serve me well, but at that point, my focus had shifted. For over two hundred and eight weeks, I’d lived the life of a motherfucking monk.
Lived without the three things that any man in college coveted above all else: alcohol, parties, and pussy.
They were a distraction. Something unnecessary at the time.
Especially when my mind was set on something much more satisfying than a drunken conquest.
“Where is everyone?” My eyes followed the small curve in the driveway that led to a garage no one used. Three cars were parked there: two beside each other, and a large SUV that I wasn’t familiar with. I pulled in behind the latter, admiring the black-on-black theme.
It was nice. New. Looked expensive. Emily got a new car?
But then again, I wouldn’t know much about what happened in this house anymore. In the last few years, I’d come home for Christmas once, and that was my freshman year. My parents understood my need to fast track and get my foot in the door, and how little time I had since taking on a heavy course load and then the internship at the city’s biggest marketing firm.
The same one that, as of yesterday, hired me full time to work in their sports division.
Turning my engine off, I opened my door and stepped out. Reaching toward the sky, I stretched my tired limbs from the long drive down from Pensacola. My neck cracked, and then my stomach rumbled, reminding me that I’d been behind the wheel for hours without anything more than a Coke.
Within seconds, beads of sweat formed at my brow, and I gathered my overgrown mohawk and pulled it into a small bun. The humidity and heat weren’t out of the norm in Florida, just something we learned to live with. You adapted to it.
It didn’t matter that we weren’t far from the beach; the summer nights in Daytona were brutal.
Closing the door, I popped open the trunk and pulled out my bag. So far no one had realized that I was here, and I wanted to capitalize on the fact. The front door was out of the question, so I followed the paved path around back and smiled when I found the sliding glass door wide open.
No one was in the pool, but I could just make out Mom in the kitchen taking something out of the oven. Without making much noise, I slipped inside and stood with my back against the wall, waiting for her to turn around.
I counted to one hundred, and nothing. Not even our dog noticed my arrival. Where the hell was Bruiser?
So, I did what any obnoxious son does when scaring their mom…I whistled. One loud, high-pitched sound that caused her to scream and almost drop the pan in her hand.
She jumped—whirled around to face me with one hand on her chest and the other on the baked dish now on the countertop. “What the…oh my God!”
Pushing off from the wall, I opened my arms with a smile. “Surprise.”
“Baby, what’re you doing here?” Flip-flop-covered feet slapped against the travertine floors on her way to me. “Why didn’t you call us? Jeff, hurry...my baby’s home!”
“How about: Welcome home, Hunter. Missed you?”
“I should beat you with my rolling pin, kid.” Her small arms wrapped themselves around my over six-foot-three frame. She squeezed my midsection, face buried into my chest. “We weren’t expecting you until next week for the girls’ graduation.”
My own arms tightened, and I kissed the crown of her head. “Some loose strings were tied up and my schedule opened; I have the full week off, so spoil me, woman.” That earned me a huff, so I carried on with a small laugh. “If you take me into that kitchen and feed me, I’ll answer all your questions and only veto you twice. Think about it…brag worthy.”
“Loose strings, you say?” Out of everything I just said, that’s what she focuses on?
