Page 24 of Hunting His Doe


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“How are you doing, trouble?” he checks in, nudging his chin, mimicking where my bruise is.

“All good, thank you. Onward and upward.”

“Great to hear,” he replies as Viv returns, dodging the growing masses of people crowding around the stall.

“Okay, girl things to do, no boys allowed,” she declares, slapping Danny on the ass. He feigns his offense and air kisses her.

“Fine, fine, okay. Enjoy, ladies,” he says, winking at Viv.

Grayson smiles. “See you later, Pip.” I barely mouth outbyebefore I’m dragged off to another stall.

As we walk away, something hits me. “Errr, why do you have a post orgasm glow going on?”

Viv smirks. “Because I just got finger-banged in the fitting room.”

“Whoa! Jesus Christ, lady!”

She cackles with amusement.

What I wouldgivefor Grayson to do that to me!

THIRTEEN

GRAYSON

A deer.

A fucking deer killed in a hunt?

She couldn’t be more perfect if she tried! All of my Halloween plans for her are coming together, and to top it off, she’s dressing up to play the perfect part.

Jesus fucking Christ, I hope she’s on birth control.

Not that the idea of her belly swelling with my child freaks me out. One day, she absolutely will. But for now, I want her all to myself.

It took all my self-control not to kiss her perfect lips, not to take my hard cock out and plunge it deep into her deliciously wet hole. I’m saving all that for the moment she finally knows it’s me. Therealme.

Walking away when I did with the taste of her on my tongue was blue-ball-inducing!

I’m a weak man when it comes to her.

Danny and I hang around the market, having lunch together.

“Mr. Everett, you shock me. I didn’t peg you for being interested in the grave rave thing,” he mocks as he devours a pizza.

I swallow a bite of my Philly cheesesteak. “I wasn’t. But she’s going, so am I. Don’t worry, though; we won’t be there long...just enough to warm her up.”

“Oh? Taking her on a hunt?”

My grin says it all. He guffaws, slapping me over the shoulder.

“I’m gonna need your boat,” I inform him.

“Are you taking her out to the Bluff?”

Bluff Point is my family’s land out in the forest near a recreation reserve. The point itself is forty-two acres of dense pine woodland. While still connected to the mainland, entry is via a very narrow bridge and is closed off to hikers. One way in, one way out.

Unless by boat.