Here is the second chapter of the new book:
The Divine Devils
Morning light filtered through the curtains of the hotel room, casting across the queen-sized bed where two bodies slept. From his back, rose a naked Hunter Divine, his head pounding from a hard night of drinking, cloudy memories littering his mind, bits and pieces he couldn’t grab hold of. He shook his head to clear what cobwebs remained, finding his equilibrium before standing and walking over to the curtains. Taking a gander outside, the bright sunlight hurt his eyes, noticing the day was well underway, the clock by the bed showing in bright LED red—9:15.
His forty-three-year-old body felt stiff, a few scars and healed broken bones from the life he’d led making his first movements challenging each morning. Opening the curtains further, unworried if anyone saw his bare body, he reached both arms above his head, stretching as much as he could trying to loosen up. A fact which seemed harder to do with the beginning of each day of his complicated life. His mouth felt dry, his body dirty, from a long night of vigorous sex with the woman still sleeping, whose name was escaping him. They had met up in a bar, the young twenty-two-year-old looking for an older man to hop in bed with, the reason never discussed. Hunter didn’t really care. He just enjoyed the attention her young body gave him, her insatiable desire driving his. They likely would never see each other again, but that was fine. It was a physical requirement fulfilled and one he happened to enjoy, even if there’s nagging guilt the next morning. The day would come when he would need to clean up his act and stop his licentious behavior. But that day seemed distant.
He walked into the bathroom to relieve himself and then took a long look in the mirror. The redness in his eyes burning back at him via the silver backing. He didn’t like what he saw but hadn’t for some time now. He’d taken work where he could find it, but lived from hotel to hotel, moving around to wherever employment took him. Once a US Marshal, that life was forcefully taken away when someone he was protecting was murdered. The guilt still there, the memories while awake or asleep, still haunting him. Buried beneath the drinking, drugs and one-night stands, with whatever female he could find. He had money to move around, but even it wasn’t endless. Houston was his temporary home now, a job that had finished, the fee collected for roughing up someone who had threatened his client. The point was made, the problem solved. His knuckles still sore from the strategically placed shots to the man’s body. He didn’t enjoy it, but it paid well and kept his mind occupied and away from his troubled soul. The sex a cure-all, at least temporarily.
He walked back into the room and found a joint on the table, lighting it up, even though smoking was prohibited. The substance not legal in Texas didn’t stop the woman from having a couple in her purse they had enjoyed, adding to the festivities. Taking a long draw, he held it in before releasing the smoke, the stimulate helping to juice up his mind and body, a temporary mask for his physical and mental pain.
He heard stirring on the bed, the young naked blonde-haired college girl, twisted in the sheets, slowly rising, a plain look on her face. Scratching at her backside, she walked over to Hunter grabbing the joint from his hand and taking a draw, holding the smoke in for a long time before exhaling.
“Damn that feels good,” she said handing the spliff back to Hunter. She put her hands on his dark backside, giving his butt a squeeze. “Your ass is supreme too.”
She walked into the bathroom, closing the door for an unknown reason since there’s little they hadn’t shared that night. Hunter took another draw and went to check his cellphone, finding one message, that had been left last night. He’d been too busy screwing to notice someone had called. The number was unknown to him, area code 719—a Colorado prefix—but he still listened to the message. It could have been a job, which he needed as he had no prospects on the horizon. When he heard the familiar voice, his eyebrows raised, attention peeked.
“Hunter, it’s Paige Hawkins, though you remember me as Paige Sellers. Someone tried to grab my daughter and son today near their school.” She paused, sounding upset, trying to compose herself. “Sorry, I’m shaking because I’m scared. This is the second time they tried and this time one of the men on our security team was killed and two others injured. I feel like I’m begging…but I really could use your help as I have no idea why someone wants my kids and I’m worried to death.” Her breathing sounded labored during another pause. “Can you please call me right away? I realize our history together, but I really don’t have anyone else to turn to. I know you have the skills to protect them. I’m willing to pay whatever you want, which I’m certain you know I can afford. I implore you to call me back…for I don’t know what I’d do if I lost them…thank you.”
He knew the voice and knew the name, and yes, they had a history, though not one that ended happily. He thought about it for a minute and then hit the save button. He would have to think long and hard about it. But he could use the work and like she said, had the financial resources to pay well. Money a temptation that was difficult to turn down no matter the trepidation he felt at the prospect of seeing her again. He put the phone down on the table and took another draw on the joint, not much of it remaining, making sure the fumes stayed away from the smoke detectors, blowing it out the open window.
The blonde-haired woman came out of the bathroom, still naked, and walked up behind Hunter. She pushed her body up against him, her arms wrapped around his waist, her hands rubbing his washboard abs and defined pecs. His physique a product of a rigorous daily workout routine that matched his sexual thirst.
“That was one hell of a night, daddy-o,” she cooed into his shoulder. “I don’t think I’ve had so many orgasms in one evening. You know your way around a woman’s anatomy.”
Indeed he did. He’d had a lot of practice through the years, though rarely with the same woman more than a few times. It was important to him to make sure to provide the pleasure they longed for. He loved their body shapes—big and small, tight, and curvy. Their smells and tastes drove his desire to satisfy them. Knowing they would return the favor.
“You know your way around the male anatomy,” he replied, feeling satisfied, but fuzzy on all the details of what all they did.
Her hands started traveling down, checking to see his response to her body against his. She got the answer she was looking for.
“Oh my. Even after all that screwing last night you still can get it up. Maybe we can start the day out right.”
She started kissing his back, her lips trailing along his shoulders, ignoring the scars, down his right arm, her hands stroking him. He turned around, feeling energized with lust, grabbing her face, kissing it with a fiery passion, that left her weak-kneed.
“Take me,” she cried out.
“I can’t,” he said, remembering one aspect of the night before. “We used the last condom on our final fuck. Best to play it safe.”
“I’m on the pill if you’re worried about knocking me up,” she uttered.
That wasn’t his main concern. Getting an STD was a bigger issue. He’d been infected a few years back after a drunken night of debauchery. He’d been more careful to this day.
“Good to know, but I still like backup just in case.”
She looked up at him, a wildfire in her eyes. “How about we try a position that doesn’t require a condom and one of my favorites.”
Her mouth began kissing his neck, then his chest, nipples, abs; downward she went making her horny thoughts evident, before spinning his body around and pushing him on the bed, climbing on top in a reverse position. It would seem Hunter would delay, at least for this morning, cleaning up his incessant behavior, bringing on one final dose of explosive pleasure for them both.