Read Hunter (Fairy Tale Bad Boys #1) Online
Authors: Erin Bedford
Isabel
When Isabel woke the next morning, she felt a familiar weight against her back that made her smile. Last night’s activities flashed through her mind. Thinking about the way Jason had touched her and how he remembered just how to make her beg caused a heat to pool in her stomach.
As if knowing she was thinking about him, a thick bulge pressed into her butt, and a large hand slid up to cup her breast. A smile crept onto her face and she wiggled her behind, loving the feel of him hard and warm against her. A low growl rumbled through Jason, causing her to giggle, only for her to gasp when his hand found its way between her thighs.
“Laugh at me, will you?” His sleep filled voice combined with his fingers on her clit threw her over the edge, panting his name.
As she came down from her high, she rolled over to look at him. Her finger traced the line of his jaw where stubble had begun to form, and her eyes trailed over his face while she tried to memorize each feature. She didn’t know how she ever thought she didn’t love this man. The very thought of it was ludicrous.
Letting her hand trail down his face and onto his chest, she pursed her lips. “So what now?”
“Now?” He grabbed her about the waist and drew her on top of him. “I thought I’d take the day off to reacquaint myself with every inch of your delectable body.”
Isabel moaned when he aligned himself to slide into her once more.
Placing her hands on his chest, she rocked against him, gasping and groaning as he rubbed along her aches from last night’s love making. Her nails bit into his skin, causing him to hiss. His hands directed her hips so that her clit rubbed against the front of him, while his cock tortured her inner walls.
Crying out as she found her release once more, she collapsed on top of him. Isabel snuggled into his embrace, his hand petting the top of her head. She wished she could lie there all day, but while she couldn’t imagine anything better, there was still the issue of Vincent to deal with.
“What is it?” Jason’s hand stopped when her body tensed.
She sighed and sat up. “I was just thinking about how we are going to deal with Vincent.”
Frowning, Jason places his hands on her hips, his thumbs circling her skin. “We’ll do what we planned. You will go talk to your dad, give him a heads up about what might happen and then afterwards, we will go deal with Vincent together.”
“What about us?” She tilted her head to the side a little hesitant to bring it up.
Leaning up, he kissed her nose. “One problem at a time.”
“All right but I’m still not sure you being there will help the matter.” She moved off of his lap, his hands becoming too much of a distraction when she needed to think. “Especially, if I smell like you.”
“So what? Let him know.” Jason grabbed at her hips, pulling her back to him before she got too far away. “Let him know who you belong to.”
Smirking at him, she caught his hand before he could slide it between her thighs once more. “And who would that be?”
“The most eligible bachelor in town of course.” He gave her his megawatt smile. “I have heard I am quite a catch.”
“Oh, is that so?” She quirked an eyebrow at him. “I heard you are nothing more than full of hot air.”
“If I’m full of anything, it is love for you.” Jason leaned down and nipped at her nose, causing her to rub at it.
Isabel laughed and then sobered at his words. That was twice he had told her he loved her in the span of a few hours and once that wasn’t during sex. She knew she loved him but couldn’t bring herself to say the words, not yet.
“I have to get ready to talk to my father.” She eased out of his arms, pretending to ignore the frown on his face. “I’m going to take a shower and I suppose.” She looked around the room for yesterday’s clothing. “I’ll have to be that girl today.”
“That girl?” He moved to the edge of the bed not caring that he was nude and giving her an eye full.
She gulped and turned to grab her clothes, her need for him even more now that she had just had another taste of him.
“You know, the walk of shame girl. Wearing last night’s clothes, just fucked hair, and ruined makeup?” She explained her hands moving wildly in the air as she picked up her clothes.
“Oh, that girl.” Jason nodded his head, not hiding the pleased smile on his face. “Well, if you take a shower you will just look like the girl who slept in her clothes rather than the just fucked girl, though I wouldn’t mind it in the least.”
Isabel snorted. “Of course, you wouldn’t. But I still need to shower and you need to get dressed if you are going to help me storm the castle today.”
“Or we could shower and then after you talk to your father, storm the castle together.” Jason stood from the bed, his long muscular legs approaching her fast.
Eyes locked on the glorious sight he made, she let the clothes fall from her hands. “Or we could.”
* * *
Several hours later than she wanted, Isabel found herself standing outside her father’s house. A small two bedroom with shuttered windows and a small patio, it had been her house not too long ago before Vincent had insisted she move into one of his guest bedrooms.
She didn’t know how she had ever let herself be convinced into leaving. She loved her father’s house and had been vehement with Jason about waiting until they were married before she ever moved out. Not just for her benefit but for her father’s, who didn’t have much going for him nowadays.
Walking up the front porch, she paused outside the door not sure if she should knock or just enter. While she tried to decide, her father made up her mind for her by opening the front door, a surprised look on his face that when he got a load of her eye turned into an angry frown.
“What in the hell happened?”
“Hi, daddy.” She gave a weak smile, her head ducked down.
“Well, don’t just stand there, come on in.” Her father opened the door wider and gestured her through. “Then you can tell me what man thought they could lay a hand on my daughter.”
Taking a seat in the living room, Isabel watched her father move through the house. Short like her, his hair was completely grey as were his beard and mustache. He was stocky through the middle and had a bad cough most days from smoking too much in his younger years. Pushing seventy, she was surprised he had lasted this long without needing a nurse around.
“I like what you’ve done with the place.” She gestured to the new paint that hadn’t been there last week; a kind of white green that really did nothing for the beige furniture.
“Now don’t be trying to distract me.” He waved a hand at her, his eyes narrowed on her bruised eye. “Who hit you? That mutt?”
Her father never did approve of her going to work for Vincent, not to help him or for any reason. When he found out she was dating him, he about had a heart attack. There was one thing her father and Jason had in common, they both didn’t care for sups, but at least Jason was more tactful about it. Her father, well, he could be a bit harsh.
“I told you he was trouble and you should stay away from him, didn’t I?” He wagged a finger at her, when she didn’t answer his question.
“I was only trying to help. How were you going to pay back the money without it?” Isabel reminded him.
“I would have found a way,” he grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. “It was my problem, and I should have dealt with it, not you. I wish I’d never stepped foot in that damned place, then you would have never met that miserable wolf.”
Isabel sighed, there was no reasoning with him when he got like this. He could go on for hours and hours and she would never get out what she came to say.
“I was coming to talk to you about that actually.” She touched her eye briefly, the area still tender. “I found out some rather unpleasant news about Vincent and plan to break up with him.”
“On your own?” Her father jumped up from his chair. “After he already hit you once? I won’t have it! I’m coming with you.”
“Now hold on a second.” She moved from her seat and placed a hand on his arm before he could march out the door. “Jason is already going to be my back up so you can just sit back down.”
“Jason you say?” Her father’s eyes lit up. “Well, why didn’t you say so? He’s such a great guy. I don’t know why you two ever split up.”
“That’s another thing I wanted to talk to you about.” Isabel sat back down, her hands fiddling in front of her. “The reason Jason and I broke up before was because he wanted children, and well, I don’t. Or I didn’t.”
“When did this happen?”
“I’ve always felt that way, ever since mom left.” Isabel glanced at the wall, her eyes pricking with tears.
“Oh, Isabel.” Her father sat down next to her on the couch, taking her hands in his. “That had nothing to do with you.” He sighed, wariness in his voice. “She never wanted to settle down, have kids. She wanted to travel the world. But when Lisa was born she tried, she really did. She loved you and your sisters but she let it tie her down. She didn’t see how she could ever have both, and when it came down to it, decided she couldn’t be the best mother for you if she couldn’t be the best of herself.”
“Isn’t that being selfish? Don’t you hate her for it?”
“I did for a long time.” He turned to her and held her shoulders. “But that doesn’t have to be you. Having kids does not have to be the end of your dreams and ambitions; you can have it all and be happy. You just have to choose to make it happen.”
Isabel smiled and hugged him. “Thanks, daddy. That’s what I needed to hear.” Standing from the couch, she moved for the door.
“So are you two back together then?” He asked causing her to stop at the door.
“We’ll see.” She gave him a wink and stepped out onto the porch.
As she left her father’s house, she couldn’t help the sense of relief that fell over her. She wasn’t her mother. There was nothing stopping her from being happy. Or so she thought.
“Hello, Belle.”
Jason
Ever since Isabel left the apartment, Jason couldn’t stop smiling. It had come to the point where he was scaring his customers away, and he had to force his jaw to relax.
“You look happy.” Lu leaned against the shop counter, watching Jason with a knowing grin on his face.
“Well, I am,” he said over his shoulder as he rearranged some of the products on the front counter. He wasn’t going to let his friend’s teasing ruin his good mood. He had Isabel back and the wolf almost out of the picture nothing could go wrong.
The other man chuckled and adjusted the utility belt of his police uniform. “And that wouldn’t have anything to do with you and Isabel leaving the bar together yesterday would it?”
“Possibly.” Jason couldn’t keep his lips from curving up once more. He wasn’t surprised that they had been seen. They hadn’t been trying to hide it, and a small part of him hoped everyone in town saw her leave his apartment that morning as well.
“So are you back together or what?”
That made Jason’s smile fall a bit. He didn’t know what was going to happen between him and Isabel. Once things were settled with the mutt, he had hope they would start back up where they left off. Though, he couldn’t help but notice the three little words that had yet to pass through Isabel’s lovely lips. He had no doubt that she loved him, but if it was her that needed to admit it.
“We’ll see.” Jason placed the last of the displays on the counter. “But that’s not what I called you over here for.”
“Oh, yeah? So you didn’t just want to gloat and say I told you so?” Lu quirked a brow at him. “Now that’s not like you at all.”
“Not today at least. I have a bigger problem to deal with.” Jason sighed running a hand through his hair. “Short of killing the bastard, I don’t know how to get the mutt out of town and out of Isabel’s life. I just don’t see him leaving on his own, not after the way he hit her before.”
Lu looked down at his hands in thought. “Well, the problem is right now all you have on him is domestic abuse. Isabel could press charges against him and get a restraining order, but frankly with his dad being the Alpha of the state, I don’t see any charge sticking to him long.”
“That was what I was afraid of.” Jason placed his forearms on the counter, racking his brain for some way to get him out of their lives forever when his phone rang.
Digging it out of his pocket, he saw it was Isabel’s dad. Confusion covered his face as he swiped open the call and placed it to his ear. “Frank, how are you? Did Isabel make it over there all right?”
“I’m fine.” Frank’s voice a bit more harsh than he thought it would be. “What is not all right, is that mutt just grabbed Isabel from in front of my house.”
“What?” Jason gripped the counter, his eyes looking to Luis who had tensed up at his panicked look. “Vincent took her? When? How?”
“Not five minutes ago. Knocked her clean out! I’d have gone after the bastard myself had he not been so damn fast.” The anger in Frank’s voice could be felt over the phone and Jason didn’t blame him, he was having a hard time keeping it together himself.
“Why didn’t you call the police?” Jason looked to Lu who had started talking into his radio.
“I figured with you being buddies with most of them, you’d be better at getting them riled up and ready. No one really listens to an old fuddy duddy like me anyways.”
“Will do. Don’t worry, Frank. I’ll get our girl back.”
“I know you will, just don’t get yourself killed in the process or she’ll end up dating a blood sucker, or worse, a fae.” Jason almost smiled at the shudder that was sure to have gone through the older man. Most people had come to accept the supernaturals but a lot of the older folks, Isabel’s father included, were still stuck in their ways.
“Well we can’t have that.” Jason remarked and hung up the phone. He threw off his work apron, locked the register. Grabbing his rifle from underneath the counter, he headed for the door with Lu tight on his tail.
“I called in a kidnapping with a history of domestic abuse,” Luis explained, bringing Jason over to his car.
“That won’t light a fire under them!” Jason complained, slamming the door of the car, as Luis flipped on the lights and siren.
“Don’t worry it will.” He smirked at his friend. “I told them it was Vincent.”
Setting the rifle between his legs, Jason tightened his hold on it. With Vincent being a werewolf that not only put him in the supernatural crimes category but the armed and dangerous category. Werewolves were the worst kind of sups to get mixed up with, unpredictable and overemotional. Those humans who dared to love them usually ended up in Isabel’s position or worse, dead.