The Hunter (Boston Belles #1)
L.J. Shen
To Yamina Kirky and Nina Delfs. Thank you for being absolutely fabulous.
Boston’s debauched elite is going up in flames, and it’s the Fitzpatrick family that set it on fire.
I didn’t mean to star in a sex tape, okay?
It was just one of those unexplainable things. Like Stonehenge, Police Academy 2, and morning glory clouds.
It just happened.
Now my ball-busting father is sentencing me to six months of celibacy, sobriety, and morbid boredom under the roof of Boston’s nerdiest girl alive, Sailor Brennan.
The virginal archer is supposed to babysit my ass while I learn to take my place in Royal Pipelines, my family’s oil company.
Little does she know, that’s not the only pipe I’ll be laying…
I didn’t want this gig, okay?
But the deal was too sweet to walk away from.
I needed the public endorsement; Hunter needed a nanny.
Besides, what’s six months in the grand scheme of things?
It’s not like I’m in danger of falling in love with the appallingly gorgeous, charismatic gazillionaire who happens to be one of Boston’s most eligible bachelors.
No. I will remain immune to Hunter Fitzpatrick’s charm.
Even at the cost of losing everything I have.
Even at the cost of burning down his kingdom.
“I hope she’ll be a fool—that’s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.”
―F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
In this book, she isn’t.
“A Little Party Never Killed Nobody”—Fergie
“The Quiet Things That No One Ever Knows”—Brand New
“Kill and Run”—Sia
“Truly, Madly, Deeply”—Savage Garden
“One Armed Scissor”—At The Drive-in
“When You Were Young”—The Killers
“Lullaby”—The Cure
Once upon a time there was a magic castle in which everything wilted but the soul of one boy.
He was six when she met him.
The girl had arrived with her mother to prepare a festive meal for his family. She roamed the hallways, gliding over the marble floors of his mansion on socked feet. She was five—far too young to appreciate the grand arches and courtyards of roses. She slid back and forth, occupying herself until her mother was done, while thunder cracked outside.
It was the kind of winter Bostonians talked about for years afterward, unyielding and persistent. The dark sky shot needles of hail down on the castle, the ice banging over the curved windows angrily. The girl slid toward one of the Gothic windows, pressing her hand against the cold glass.
She was surprised to see a small shadow lying on a sunbed by the pool, out in the rain. A boy. He lay very still, letting the downpour hit him without resistance. He simply took it, accepting the punishing lashes of hail on his skin.
Panicked, the girl began to pound the window. What if he was injured? Unconscious? Dead? Did she even know what death meant? She heard about it sometimes, when her parents thought she wasn’t listening.
She banged the glass harder. His head turned slowly her way—lazily, almost like she was of no importance.
His gray-blues met her light greens.
“Come in!” she shouted, looking left and right to find a door handle.
He shook his head.
“Please!” she cried.
“They’re sending me away.” She read his moving lips, but couldn’t hear him. “I’m leaving.”
“Where? Where are you going?” she called.
But he just turned around, angling his face toward the sky, welcoming the whiplash of the hail.
His eyes were open, she noticed. She followed his gaze, looking up at the black velvet of the night. There was no moon. No sun. The earth seemed so terribly lonely without one of them to watch over it.
The girl wondered what would happen if the sun kissed the moon.
She had no idea she’d find an answer to that question one day.
Or that the person to give it to her would be that very lonely boy.
Present
“Time to wake up, Captain McCrabson,” my friend/angel on my shoulder, Knight Cole, announced. The tip of his Margiela sneaker nudged my back.
Based on the hard surface underneath my aching muscles, I gathered I’d crashed on the floor again. And by the sticky feeling in my groin, followed by the breeze rolling through my neatly trimmed pubes, I knew I’d shoved my cock into holes I shouldn’t have the night before, and I was gloriously naked.
I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut and rolling over on top of another warm, naked body. Tits. I felt tits. Nice, plump, and natural. Without opening my eyes, I brought a nipple into my mouth, suckling on it idly.
“Want some coffee with your milk?” Knight wondered aloud.
My hand descended its way along the chick’s stomach, down to her holy grail. She was wet and hot, arching her back, her thighs quivering with need. I began to rub her swollen clit, prepping her. My cock yawned its way into a semi, just as another body pressed against me from behind.