Rugger: The Huntress (The Grey List Book 3)

by Grey Huffington

the bulge in his briefs was ninety percent scrotum and ten percent dick. Disappointment surged through my veins, but the night was too beautiful to waste and I’d come too far to disengage. The allegations aren’t true for all thin men, I

A bitch’s gun. Compact.

“I’m a woman who knows herself. Should I begin to entertain you, there won’t be enough time left in my day to see to prior obligations.”

Any man that touches you from this day forward is a dead man, my love.

“That man won’t let anything happen to us. Open your fucking mouth. If I was a dick, it would be wide the fuck open,” she screamed, unnecessarily.

“Because God is a man. He doesn’t have a pussy, babe. He wasn’t considering how much more satisfying vibration would be than penetration. Instead of a dick getting hard, He should’ve made them motherfuckers vibrate.

“Get out of your head, Rugger. But, if you’re going to be there, remind yourself you’re the best to ever do this. You’re the greatest, my love,”

As long as you think you aren’t the best, you’ll only give second to best effort. But, if you approach every opportunity with the mindset of a master, then you will be.”

“Eat your dinner, Rugger. You have time, because I’ve already taken that target off your hands. If you think you’re riding his dick tonight, you’re mistaken. If it’s not mine, then you won’t have any tonight.”

“You’ve never been courted,” he breathed against my neck. “You’ve never been praised. You’ve never been held to the regard I see you in. You’ve never been supported. You’ve never been encouraged. You’ve never been invested in.

“You’ve never been sought after. Chased down. And, caught. You’ve never been the center of a man’s world. You’ve never been the beginning and the end. You’ve never been affirmed. You’ve never been cherished. You’ve never been met with intention. You’ve never been loved.

“And, you’ve never been fucked, Rugger. Not for real. Not by a real man. Because, I promise you this won’t feel like anything else you’ve ever experienced. You talking thoroughly… I’m tal...

And, until you come to the realization that you want me as much as I want you, I will dedicate my life to hunting you like the lost treasure you are. I’ll kill everything that touches you. I will disturb every ounce of peace you think you have, and I will enjoy it.”

“Shhhh,” he commanded with a finger against my lip. “I’ve heard what you had to say and you ain’t said shit a nigga wants to hear.”

“Hear me clearly– when I say that any man that touches you is a dead man, Rugger. It’s not a threat, baby girl. It’s a promise.”

“You’re asking me to forget your existence as if it’s that fucking simple. You’re asking me to ignore the longing I see in those pretty, dark eyes of yours. You’re asking me to disregard the way my heart beats ferociously in my chest at the mere thought of you. You’re asking me to act as if tonight never happened… I was never inside of you… and you never told me you wanted more than that from me.

“Yes. Understand from this moment forward, you won’t have to look over your shoulder or wonder if you’re in the clear. I’ll always make sure of it. That’s my job, now.”

“I’m your person. For anything. For everything.”

“He’s forcing you to let go and allow him to lead. He’s also testing your level of trust. In order for him to lead properly, you must trust him fully.

He was a delicate man. And, he brought the delicacy out of me without much effort. He made me want to match his energy and stroke his ego in the process. His sureness and confidence allowed him to dominate every encounter without needing to control it or me.

“Your beauty is tantalizing.” He paused to gather himself before he continued. “My fingers,” he explained, holding them up for me to see, “they’re unsteady in your presence. So are my thoughts. My heart. My head. My reaction to you is one I’ve never experienced at any capacity. I imagine this is how it feels when a magnet is near metal. When a moth is near an open flame. When molecules near clouds. When my father met my mother.”

“I’ve walked around with my heart in my head for far too long. It’s time it be put back in my chest. And, there’s no doubt in my mind that you’re the woman for the job.” “What if I break it?” “Then, I’ll patch that motherfucker up so you can try again. And again. And again.” “And, if you break mine?” “I won’t.”

“Happiness. Comfort. Peace. Joy. Love.” “Things that–” “I want to bring you. Things that I will bring you.”

“The best part about your story is the fact that you don’t need saving. You need to be sucked and fucked and favored. And, I’m here to give you just that. No questions asked. No holding back. No fear, baby. Just feelings.”

“I’m a shooter, Rugger. A trained shooter. I don’t miss. And, neither do you. If I’m going to risk my life on anyone, it has to be you. I don’t mind being compromised when the woman I’ve been compromised for can clear a platoon in her sleep.

Together, we’d figure the rest of this shit out. Together, we’d mature. Together, we’d experience. Together, we’d explore. Together, we’d jump. The cliff was rocky and the fall was steep, but I had no doubt that we’d end on both of our feet.

“Obsessive compulsive disorder doesn’t allow me to make many messes, but today and every other day I lay you down in this bed will be the exception. I won’t be a neat eater this evening, love. Pardon me in advance. But– uh– before you make a mess of my bed and my face, I’d like to prepare for your abundance.”

Even when I finally had her, I’d keep pursuing her. Because women with pussy this good, you pursued until you could no longer clean your own ass, put on your own clothes, or remember your own name.

“My fire doesn’t stop burning because I’m not in your arms. It intensifies. Every second I’ve been away since the day I laid eyes on you, it’s been burning inside of me. Every time I leave you, it grows. And, grows. Until we’re face to face. Eye to eye. Chest to chest. Body to body. Lips pressed against each other.

“Don’t get curious, George,” I warned, certain the name I’d given him wasn’t on his identification. His name was Kaden.

“You keep falling, Gazelle. And, I catch you. Every time. Every year. Every month. Every week. Every day. Every hour. Every second. I catch you. Over and over and over again.

“Your presence is worth more than any purchase I’ve made, wrapped, and put under that tree.

I need nothing in return but your presence so I can give good dick, good head, good money, good advice, good food, good experiences, good gifts, and many good years to come.

“You’re no fragile being. You’re solid. You’re hyper-independent. You’re a leader. You’re an alpha-woman. You don’t wait for things to happen for you or to you. You make things happen. You move mountains. You part seas. And, the world respects you because of it. But, baby, there comes a time– a time when a man enters a woman’s world and quickly asserts himself, letting her know that she can relax.

“She can trade her solidness for softness. Her independence for dependency. Her leadership for submission. That man will switch her survival mode to the subtle mode so she can do less, speak less, know less, work less, think less, and be less than she’s been for everything and anything else.

“So she can be more to him, more for him because that’s all he truly needs from her. He needs her to show up whole and not beaten up by the world an...

“I’m scared that everything could go overwhelmingly right and unfathomably wrong. I’m terrified of stepping into my femininity fully, wholly, and trusting you completely— yet, I am ready to. It’s almost as if my head and heart aren’t leaving me much of a choice.

“Your heart probably feels like it's falling from your chest at least four times a day. You can feel it in your bones. In your smile. In your words. In your walk. In your sleep. In your kneecaps. In your palms. All over, Rugger. It’s profound. It’s loud. It’s tantalizing. It’s addictive. It’s astounding. It’s courageous. It’s frightening. And, it’s contagious.”

“What happens next?” “You keep falling, baby. Every day, you’ll find a new reason to love the person you’ve chosen. They’ll find new ways and new reasons to love you, too. And, when shit gets rough, that love will be enough to protect you from the storms that threaten to dismantle your connection.”

“I love you,” he breathed out, “I love you deep. Wide. Left. Right. All the fucking way around. More than I’ve loved anything or anyone.”

“You’re not powerless. You’ll never be powerless. As long as there’s breath in your body, you’re far from powerless. You’re the most powerful being to ever walk this planet. “Without us, the world doesn’t move. It doesn’t continue. Life stops. Love stops. Everything stops. We are not of the world, Ms. Pickman. We are the world. Know that and stand in your power, even when you’re feeling powerless.”

Give me her burdens, Lord. I want to carry them. It’s my duty to carry them and to carry her. I want to make her life simpler, softer, easier, and less complicated. You’re the only person who can help me do that, so I am counting on you, Lord. I love you and I need you. Amen.