We both slid into the booth, sitting across from Deacon’s brother, Hunter. He was very good looking and the total opposite of Deacon. Hunter had shaggy, black hair, and piercing blue eyes like ice. Unlike Deacon’s broody demeanor, Hunter was very outgoing and happy to be around other people. He was certainly a lot taller than Deacon by a good five inches. We had come to learn that their parents had wanted Hunter to get in early to surprise him, but with him staying at my house, no one was home to let him in.

I got to know Hunter a little more, and as he continued to talk the more I noticed all of the flirting he was sliding into the conversation. I began noticing because Deacon started getting more and more tense. It felt as though he would crush the booth right from underneath us from all of the tension in his body. I rested my hand on his leg, then felt some of the tension subside. Deacon looked at me, as if to search my thoughts from my eyes, then he completely relaxed.

We finished our coffees, then exited the booth. We bid his brother adieu, and said we would meet him at Deacon’s house. We walked back out to his bike, and he helped me on like the gentleman he was. We drove back to his house where Hunter was waiting outside in his sports car. He noticed us pull up, and got out of his car, then walked over to me to actually get a good look at me. He stood in front of me as if to try and get a sense of what I was about, even though he was just sitting across from me in the coffee shop.

“Well, I think you’ll do just fine for me,” he stated. I looked over at Deacon, confused, and he shook his head at me, just as confused. Hunter continued, “clearly, since I didn’t gain access to the house for three days, and I’ve had to stay in a hotel because of it… then you’ll have to date me until I see fit the debt is repaid.” As soon as it had come out of his mouth, Deacon was on him like a bull rushing a matador. Hunter stood over Deacon by a lot and didn’t seem phased by the sudden tension now emanating off his brother.

“Don’t you ever talk to her like that again, you hear me,” he screamed at him. He walked away to cool off, but only went to the back of Hunter’s car to grab his things. He carried and dragged everything inside without a word, or help for that matter. Hunter decided to stay outside with me while Deacon took everything inside. He told me it was just a joke, but then followed it up with telling me to keep my options open, and winking at me.

I walked back over to my house to see the girls and to let Deacon have a moment with his brother. I wasn’t through the door for more than two seconds before Sadie came out of nowhere saying, “who is that hunk across the street at Deacon’s house?” I told her about Hunter and she wiggled her eyebrows at me, “maybe you should go for this Hunter fella, he seems like a riot to have around.”

Jessie and Claire also emerged from their rooms to see what the commotion was about, then once I had gotten them caught up on everything, they watched out the window at the new handsome man standing in Deacon’s driveway. It was almost like he could see the girls ogling at him from where he was standing, because he kept making subtle poses like he was at a photoshoot. I shook my head while no one could see me, and walked up to my room, leaving the girls to enjoy their window shopping.

Some time had passed before I heard the girls squeal, some loud noises, and then a knock on the door. It could only mean one thing, but I was hoping it wasn’t true. Moments later, there was a soft tap on my door. “Elise, fancy seeing you again, I was wondering, may I have your number,” Hunter asked from the opened door. I sort of glared at him, appalled by the fact that he would flirt with someone who was clearly with his brother. I waved him inside, and pulled out my phone. I reluctantly gave him my number, but told him not to rub it in his brother’s face.

I also asked him to stay a little longer, because I wanted to talk to him. He nodded and sat on my bed next to me, “shoot.”

“You know Deacon actually really likes you and looks up to you, right,” I asked.

“Trust me I know. At this point, I mess with him, just to get a rise out of him. I have no ill feelings for my brother, anymore at least,” he replied.

Once I was content with our short conversation, I told him to go back to Deacon’s and spend time with him. It wasn’t even a full fifteen minutes before my phone dinged and flashed on. A message popped up on my lock screen that said ‘I would love it if you joined me for dinner tonight. I would like to get to know you more.’ I rolled my eyes and stuck my phone back in my pocket.

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Evening had finally come, and even though he said that he would, I wasn’t expecting both Deacon and Hunter to be standing at my door. Both of them were dressed up like they were taking me to a ball or prom. I looked at Deacon who nodded his head as if to tell me that he was okay with what Hunter had planned for the night, so I let them in and Deacon followed me up to my room.

Deacon pulled me into my room and locked the door behind himself. He wrapped his arms around me and started passionately kissing me. Of course, he knew that I was in my room to get dressed for dinner, and he offered to help, by not helping. He helped strip me down, then pulled me on top of him. I straddled him, still in my underwear, as he lowered his pants down to match me. We both removed our underwear and were on the same page about this having to be fast, so as not to raise suspicion from his brother.

Deacon began thrusting fast and hard, bringing himself closer to the edge than me. As he got to the point of finishing, he pulled his member out of me. At the same time as him finishing all over my stomach, there was a loud bang on the door, “I hope you two aren’t doing anything naughty in there without me,” called Hunter from the otherside of the locked door. It startled Deacon, and his aim was messed up. Instead of hitting my stomach, some of it went on my face, my hair, and all around my mouth. I sighed, a little embarrassed by how I must have looked.

I got off of my bed, and headed into my bathroom to take a shower. Deacon must have gotten dressed and walked back out of the room to deal with Hunter. I finished my shower in a short time, and picked out a very pretty, flowy dress to wear, then blow dried my hair, and put makeup on. I figured I would treat tonight like a regular date with Deacon, and think of tonight as Hunter just tagging along. I walked out of my room and down the stairs to the living room.