“Removing the cast,” he replied calmly, before turning and nodding politely to me.
“Removing a cast doesn’t take a few days…”
“I wanted to try out the arm… I’ve been away from my ride too damn long. Took a trip out eastward and scouted out New Orleans. You wouldn’t believe some of the shit going down out there. People need protection, and they’re willing to pay for it,” Grizz replied, smiling. “The club needs to get moving soon… And I’m thinking heading that way might be the answer.”
“You might be right,” I replied. “I’ve been thinking the same thing... But first, I have to deal with some shit, and I could use a hand.”
“Oh?” He seemed curious.
“My sister’s back in town.”
Grizz seemed startled by this news. “Your sister… Hannah is here? When did she arrive?”
“She showed up the day you left to remove your cast,” Sarah answered for me. “The day that Hunter received a hoax letter from her.”
“A… hoax letter?”
“The proof of identity was missing. But the handwriting, the delivery from the Couriers, even mentioning a landmark significant to us, all of that was in place…”
“You suspect a trap,” Grizz concluded.
“I do.”
Grizz stroked his beard thoughtfully; his large and burly form was contemplative. I’d always found his foresight and methodical nature rather useful – it made him a powerful diplomat, an excellent shot, fantastic under pressure, and helped even out my wilder tendencies.
“So who sent it?”
“Not a fucking clue.”
“Interesting… what do you plan to do?”
“Nothing for the moment. For now, we’re focusing on the case.”
“The case?” Grizz asked.
“You take off for a few days and shit happens…”
“We’re tracking down a missing shipyard container from the Port of Los Angeles.”
Grizz turned towards me quickly.
“That is Talon’s territory.”
“I know,” I answered uncomfortably. “I’m not in a rush to rally up the troops and go kicking around on his turf.”
“Good,” Grizz noted. “Are you making much progress so far?”
“Not particularly,” Sarah lamented.
“I’ll offer up any help I can.”
“Thanks, Grizz.” I nodded.
I always knew that I could count on him.
But I noticed how exhausted he looked when he turned to smile warmly at Sarah. He was there for the announcement of her pregnancy, after all. “The road has made me tired… permission to hit the sack, Boss?”
“Get rested,” I nodded immediately. “I’m going to need you soon.”
After Grizz had given us another pair of nods and departed the main bar area, closing the door to one of the spare bedrooms, Sarah and I exchanged glances again.
“So, where were we?” I asked.
“I believe that you were about to jump my bones,” she smiled, “especially before we have any other interruptions…”
I pulled Sarah up from her chair quietly dragging her towards my private room. With a locked door behind us, I took the opportunity to gaze deeply and lovingly into her eyes.
And everything else –
Hannah’s sudden reappearance…
The mysterious trap in the letters…
Sarah’s case…
It all slipped away with a kiss.
Hunter
I planted my lips on her throat, tasting her desperation. Sarah’s mouth parted while I engulfed her shoulders in my large, muscular arms. Her body surrendered to me, just as it always did – and as it always should.
I deeply enjoyed the effect that I had on her.
Sarah’s flesh was always mine. It belonged to me, and a primal sense overcame me when we made love. It was there when we were kids, and it was here now, uncurling inside and longing for sweet release.
My fingers wrapped around in her hair.
Yes, I thought to myself. That’s the sensation I love, the ability to bend her to my whim…
I did just that, pulling her head back, exposing her neck openly to me. Her skin was right there, ripe for my lips…
No longer content with kissing the side of her throat, I dove in, planting my mouth beneath her chin. I felt her tremble beneath my touch. I heard her moan escape her lips, and I craved more, needed more…
My fingers released from her hair, and I took her beautiful face in both palms as I brought my lips crushingly down against hers. Sarah gave a surprised little squeak at my forcefulness, and I felt her giving way to me.
I guided her back towards the bed, lowering her down gently into the comforter.
The last time that we had been in here, she had slept alone while I worked at my table, scouring over notes and trying to keep my men from being killed in a midnight assault.
I had been the general in my tent, considering tactical possibilities and strategies.
But now…
Now, I was unburdened by these needs, and overwhelmed by my raw desire for Sarah.
I traced the lines of her collarbone with my tongue. My fingers dove between her fingers as I lifted her hands above her shoulders, pressing them down on either side into the bedding.
“Hunter,” she moaned my name.
Yes, baby.
Just like that.
I offered her a growl of appreciation, powered by feral impulses. I started to rip open her blouse, plucking her snaps apart as I lowered myself down onto the exposed flesh.
Her breasts were slightly larger, nipples just as perky as ever, and I was careful with them as I bent down to flick the erect nub with my tongue.
“Ooh…” She murmured.
“Relax,” I told her, my voice drawing out the command. “Relax, and let me take care of everything you need…”
She hesitantly put her head down on the pillow that I dragged over, and I lowered my lips around her spry nipple again.
This time, I was even softer than before, and soon I felt her body begin to squirm below me as her arms enveloped my head.
“That feels good, Hunter…”
I know it does.
I moved my attention to the other nipple, sticking my index and middle fingers into her mouth. She moaned as she licked around them, clutching them in her hands and bobbing on the digits before finally letting go.
While I suckled her nipple, I reached down and unzipped her jeans, tugging them down her hips. She shifted in her position, helping me pull them down and kicking them off at the end.
Wearing nothing but her panties, I dove my slickened fingers down beneath the cotton, feeling her moistened slit. The bead of her passion was already strengthening from her arousal, and I allowed my thumb to drift around it, playing with it lightly as I parted her lips and drove my fingers inside… Slowly…
“Oh God, Hunter!” She moaned, hands clenching around my head. “Oh fuck, that feels even better right now…”
Unwilling to divide my attention and risk hurting her tender breasts, I pulled my lips free from her nipple and moved further south. Kissing a line down her abdomen, I came to a stop along the joint of her hips, finally choosing to tug her panties free and drop them to the floor as well.
“That’s how you should be,” I grinned hungrily. “Exposed for me. Ready for me. Begging me for my cock…”
“Oh Hunter,” Sarah murmured, her half-lidded eyes locked fiercely onto mine. “Fuck me…”
“Not just yet, Princess,” I told her, driving my fingers further inside her. Her lips parted in a hearty moan as I stroked the inner lining of her body, pressing against that bundle of nerves that needed attention so much.
“God…” She collapsed against the bed.
I loved exposing every one of her primal instincts, driving her wild with passion...
But I needed more.
I drew my fingers free from her slickened chasm. She moaned with the pressure o
f my exit. Sarah clearly wasn’t done with me yet. Her hands slid into my hair, grasping firmly and guiding me down between her thighs until my lips had descended far enough to taste her.
“Jesus, Hunter!” She whimpered out a gasp. “You have no idea how good that feels…”
“I have an idea,” I murmured deviously, marrying my tongue to her inner folds.
“Not sure that you do…”
I lifted away for a moment, catching her eyes.
“Too much talking, not enough moaning…”
She threw her head back in response, and I wasted no time drawing sensual circles around her sensitive nub.
“Fuck… fuck…”
“That’s better,” I groaned, pressing my lips from side to side as I burrowed deeper into her soaked pussy.