The Bad Boy And The Mermaid novel Chapter 6

Hunter

Drink! Drink! Drink!”

The cheer of the people in the club continued as I took the small glass of tequila and downed it.

“Drink! Drink! Drink!”

“Whoooo! Hunter! You can do it!” Someone else cheered as I downed my fourth glass. I sneaked a glance at Howie, the nerd from the English class that had foolishly come to the party without realizing that he was going to be the center of all their attention.

I downed the final glass and another roar of cheer pierced through the club. I couldn’t even see straight, much less walk in a straight line.

I was so screwed.

I’d won the tequila drinking competition as always, but what had I achieved doing that?

Absolutely Fucking Nothing! As usual.

Instead, I was going to have a migraine tonight followed by a bad hangover tomorrow. I staggered to the bathroom and managed to call Fredricko. He picked up on the third ring.

“Need a ride?”

“Yes.” I managed to say and threw up violently into the commode.

Twenty minutes later I was lying in the passenger seat of the old Beetle. My legs were starting to hurt from having little to no leg space but the throbbing in my head wasn’t letting me think of anything else. My legs might as well be in a knot by the time I climbed out of the car like the cartoon shows.

Then I remembered Blue.

Shit! Shit! Shit!

I’d told Blue I’d come home by five p.m but it was past midnight and that meant I was more than six hours late. I had promised her. I rubbed the back of my head with my fingers; I mostly did that when I was disappointed with myself. I didn’t want to think of Blue’s reaction when I got home. After puking all the contents in the club’s washroom, I’d felt a bit better. I climbed the stairs to my apartment and turned the key to the door, already dreading her wrath.

I found the apartment filled with an eerie silence. Even Leslie didn’t bark. Cautiously, I tiptoed into the room, making sure to maintain the pin-drop silence. Normally, when I got home; I’d throw each of my shoes in two different directions before tossing the keys on the dresser. This time, I had to be extra careful like there was a freakin’ baby in the crib that would give me a hard time if disturbed. I found Blue sprawled on the bed, sleeping soundlessly.

Topless.

That’s right. She was topless again.

The first time I’d seen her bare like that was her first morning with me when I’d lectured her on how she should always cover herself. She’d been alone for a few hours so I couldn’t blame her if she felt the need to be nude. I glanced at the open window and made a mental note to bring some solid blinds; didn’t need any pervy men across the street to ogle her.

My gaze dropped to the t-shirt she’d discarded on the floor, along with the bra that I’d bought her yesterday. The girl had serious issues with clothes, I noticed. She was lying on her front so I had a perfect view of her backside. Her milky slender waist down to her very round...

I groaned, fixing my jeans because things were starting to get lively down south. Blue was too pure for words, and far too innocent for someone like me. She didn’t even understand what it was like to be naked in front of young men and I didn’t know how I could explain it to her. Thinking of her in any erotic way was just off-limits. I was so tainted that I could go to hell if I even thought of touching her. Having her was out of the question.

I decided to not wake her up from her sleep and to prolong my string of apologies for tomorrow.

Apologies? I didn’t even remember the last time I ever apologized to a girl for standing her up. Hunter Brantley never said the word “sorry”.

Blue mumbled something incoherent and turned her face away. I pulled the comforter to her chin and watched her sleep silently. Warmth spread through my heart as I watched her. Shaking my head, I stripped down off my denims, peeled off my t-shirt and left the boxers on.

Sleeping on the couch had become more and more uncomfortable by the passing day and I had to think of solving this predicament soon since sleeping on the bed was a complete ‘No’. I didn’t trust myself to share my bed with a girl. If she was going to be in my bed, I had to have my hands all over her and hers on me. That’s the only way I knew and I couldn’t risk that with Blue.

I’d drifted off to sleep and thought I was dreaming when I dreamed of Blue walking over to my couch in all her naked glory and snuggling up to me in what remaining little space that was left on the couch beside me, and I felt those warm hands wrap around me and something soft touching my chest.

Warmth.

My hands touched the soft skin...

The realization hit me. I wasn’t dreaming, was I?

My eyes shot open and I saw the crown of her wavy blue hair nestled against me, those soft breasts touching my chest and her hands around my back. I yanked myself away from her and climbed off the couch.

“What the hell, Blue?!” I snarled as I backed away from the couch.

She sat up on the couch, surprise registering her face. “Hunter, what happened?”

“For Fucks sake, wear a t-shirt or something and why were you on the couch with me?!” I couldn’t keep the anger away from my voice.

Surprise turned to rejection. I’d made her upset because I was too angry to think straight. I had serious anger issues and most often when I was pissed at myself, I snapped and there was no way around it. I took my t-shirt that was lying around and flung it at her, it went right on top of her head, covering her face.

An obvious douche move.

Any other girl would have given me a string of curses, followed by a smack in the face and walked out. Blue just quietly wore the t-shirt and lied down on the bed beside Leslie. I was still angry as I closed my eyes and slept on the couch when I heard soft sobbing coming from the bed.

It was instinct when I sat up again, rubbing my eyes and cursing to myself; I walked back to the bed. Blue appeared to be hugging her body fiercely, her knees bent to her chest as she cried softly. My temper from earlier dissipated and I started to come back to my senses. I’d obviously hurt her feelings.

I touched her hair softly. “Hey Blue.”

She didn’t respond and I felt her body tense under my touch.

“I’m sorry, Blue. I shouldn’t have talked to you like that.”

I heard her sniffle, but she didn’t say a word. I caressed the side of her face, raking my fingers through her hair. How could I possibly have gotten mad at her? I wasn’t thinking straight when I pulled her into my arms. She didn’t protest and came to me willingly. Blue clung to my chest, her wet tears smeared on my bare chest.

I tilted my face to her. “What’s wrong?”

Finally, she raised her ocean blue eyes towards me. “I miss my family...” she sobbed. “I feel so lonely, Hunter.”

My heart broke. She wasn’t even familiar with this place yet and I’d left her alone for hours and when I’d finally returned, I’d snapped at her.

“Is that why you came to the couch to snuggle with me?” I asked.

“Snuggle?”

“Yeah, like a cuddle. You had your arms around me and I was pretty surprised, you know.”

“I waited so long for you.” She whispered, inching closer and sliding into my lap. “And then when I saw you were home, I was so glad. I didn’t think me being without a t-shirt would bother you so much.”

I tried to calm my racing heartbeat, trying not to think of the fact that the only thing between us was the thin fabric of my t-shirt on her. Her tits were basically touching my chest.

“I’m a man, Blue.” I reminded her. “And you are a very gorgeous woman. Although you are absolutely safe with me, I can’t guarantee if I would be able to keep my hands to myself if you hugged me naked like that. Do you understand what I’m saying, baby?”

“But I’m not a baby, Hunter. I’m a grown up.” She said with a serious face.