Hunter (Sons of Rebellion Book 2)
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    Copyright © 2014 Elsa Day
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    The stories outlined here are works of fiction. Names and characters are the product of the author's imagination, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All characters depicted are fictional, consenting, 18 years of age or older, and are not blood related unless explicitly stated.

Slayer's Ending Chapters

SEVENTEEN

    MY MUSCLES ACHED. IT was like they had been stripped and torn apart. They burned with every little movement I made.
    I covered my head with my blanket. I didn't want to do anything, see anything, hear anything. I was so tired .
    Sure, I told mom and dad that I was going jogging, but how had I overdone it this much? I didn't even get that far, did I? The last thing I remembered was being a few blocks from home. Then this jerk came up to me on his bike and….
    My eyes shot open. I never did finish that run.
    The memories flooded back to me. Hunter. The hotel. My body warmed as I remembered all the other things that we did. The things I said. Was that me ?
    I pulled the cover down and looked around. Hunter was taking what looked like a TV dinner out of the rickety little microwave.
    "Rise and shine," he said.
    Hunter wasn't wearing a stitch of clothes. My eyes scanned down, and he was still half hard. I blushed and covered my face again before picking up his underwear and throwing it at him.
    "Put something on!" I yelled.
    Hunter laughed. "Are you sure? I thought you liked me this way?"
    I peeked out from behind the cover and looked at him. His scars and tattoos clung to his muscles like a second skin. They rippled as he moved. Okay, yeah. He wasn't bad to look at.  
    I felt the space between my legs grow wet. Okay, shit! He was better than, "not bad."
    "Just put them on. Okay?" I said.
    "All right, all right," he said.
    Hunter quickly stepped into his underwear. Then he came next to me on the bed and placed what looked like a breakfast burrito in front of me.
    "You're probably starvin'," he said. "And you're lucky that I always carry a decent amount of cash with me. I expected us to be here a couple hours, not the whole day."
    My heart leapt into my throat. The whole day?
    " What ?"
    "Yeah," Hunter said, "we kept going until you couldn't take anymore. You fell asleep, I went out for some food, and by the time I came back you were raring to go again. It's morning now."
    Shit! No wonder my body felt like it had been beaten up.
    "Wait," I said, "where's my phone?"
    Hunter rummaged around in the pile of clothes until he found it. He handed it to me. I looked at the glowing screen.
    26 MISSED CALLS. 10 NEW MESSAGES.
    Shit. Shit. Shit !
    I checked them. Nearly every single one was from my mom or my dad. The last was from Jona.
    whr d feck R U girl? I'm guessing you're out, bt U hav som explaining 2 do!!!!
    I could only imagine that they were this close to sending the whole club out looking for me. Or worse. They already had.
    I speed dialed my mom. She picked up before the phone even had time to ring.
    "Where are you?" she yelled. I could feel her anger through the phone.
    "Hi Mom," I said.
    "Don't 'Hi Mom' me! Where have you been! We've been calling you all night!"
    "I'm over at Jona's, didn't she tell you?"
    There was a pause.  
    "She said you were, but made up some cock and bull story about you not being able to answer the phone," Mom said.
    "Yeah, I was exhausted! My phone was off and I didn't turn it on until now. Sorry for worrying you guys!"
    Before she even spoke, I could feel Mom's anger receding. Thank goodness.
    "Well, come home soon!" she said with her last bit of forcefulness.
    "I will," I said. "Love you, bye!"
    I hung up as quickly as I could. Otherwise she'd just get nosy. Okay. One emergency averted. Now to text Jona.
    thx so much 4 covering 4 me. cn U do it jst a ltl whIl longer? You're d best!
    I waited. She sent me back a frowny face emoticon.
    Fine. bt Dtails l8r.
    I let out a sigh.
    OK. thx

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