“So, what did you do then?” I asked.

Hunter thought on his answer for a moment. “With all the police and media attention in Arizona the Cartel shifted their focus east. We chased our lead, caught wind of their people nosing around the border in New Mexico and Texas. Figured we could do some good work back here…”

“So this is your usual base of operations?” I asked, glancing around the house. “And the bar? That’s yours?”

“Both temporary gifts, thanks to some free bodyguarding to a pair of clients with real estate out here,” he noted. “It’s a temporary situation. Texas isn’t exactly where the Devil’s Dragons want to call home.”

I wanted to ask about that, but there were more pressing things to know. “You’ve been chasing these people for a while,” I thought aloud. “It’s a lot to risk when you don’t have the support of the law.”

“I don’t give a flying fuck about the law,” Hunter answered with conviction. “Not since the law intervened in club operations and took away the love of my life…”

Involuntarily, I swallowed.

I was the love of his life?

He seemed to realize what he’d said, because Hunter immediately downed another mouthful of his liquor.

“I told myself that I didn’t need them,” he quickly followed up, adjusting the topic at hand. “If they weren’t willing to have my back when I practically brought them the answers to their problems, then I figured they could at least stay the fuck out of my way.”

I leaned forward, unable to clear my head of what he’d just said. Hunter thought I was the love of his life…

“But now you’re here,” he whispered.

With a glance, he read my thoughts.

A sly smirk crossed his lips.

“I knew you still carried a torch for me,” he murmured as he leaned forward as well. “There hasn’t been a goddamn day that I haven’t thought about you, Sarah…”

I felt a pressure in my chest as I maintained my ground, unwilling to pull away from him. Our gazes were locked onto one another, our lips tantalizingly only a foot away…

All those years that we’d been separated by distance, mystery, and the hardships of life… and now, my beloved Hunter was right here, achingly close…

“You know that I never stopped loving you.”

I dug down deep, finding the strength to move past that comment… no matter how hard it was to do so. I tried to steer my headspace back to the case at hand, back to business.

“You know where the cheerleaders are?” I asked him matter-of-factly.

For a split second, Hunter almost looked disappointed. His eyes mischievously flickered with something hidden, and he leaned back slightly.

“No, Detective, I have no idea where your missing pretty little white cheerleaders are,” he quipped. “Although it’s safe to say that you probably won’t find them by now… I think they’re long gone… Used up… Dead, if they’re lucky.”

I always knew when Hunter was hiding something from me, and it was written all over his eyes. As cool and apathetic as he was trying to play this, I could tell that he was holding something back…

And it made me angry.

“What aren’t you telling me?” I insisted.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t play this game with me, Hunter,” I warned him, the glass of whiskey long forgotten on the coffee table. “You’re sitting on something solid, something that can turn this thing around for me. I know you are. Why won’t you tell me?”

His eyes darkened. “Sarah, I’m only doing what I’ve always tried to do… protect you. Whatever you think I do or don’t know, it’s for your own good. I won’t let you get hurt out here.”

I jumped up from the couch, my hands in the air. “This is classic you, isn’t it?” I shouted. “I try to reach out to you, to be real with you, and you just wall me out. I told you last time that you’re a damned big block of ice…”

“Ah yes, I remember that one. You did always have such a way with metaphors,” Hunter observed slyly.

“It’s like when we were kids, and you were joining the Devil’s Dragons! I tried to convince you I could handle it, and you tried to shut me out… just like you are now!”

Hunter rose from the couch, his eyes fierce and uncompromising. “Everything that I have ever done between us has been to keep you safe,” he told me. “You’re playing with matches in an oil field, Sarah. This road you’re on, trying to find out what happened to those girls… you’re gonna get burned out here. For fucks sake you’re pretty enough that they’ll probably take you too, and if you think what they do to women is bad, you should see what they do to cops… I can’t let you go walking into danger like this.”

“What aren’t you telling me?” I demanded, flashing him my angriest look. “I’ve come all this way to see you again, and I’m not leaving without answers even if it means I drag you out of here in handcuffs. Tell me everything.”

Hunter drew close.

“Fine. If it matters so much to you… if that’s the real reason you’re here… then I’ll do it. I’ll tell you everything I know. On one condition.”

I steeled myself. “What’s the condition?”

Before I could react, his lips crashed against mine. I felt myself swept into the heavy embrace of his hard, comforting arms, and for just that kiss, I gave in.

I gave in hard.

After what felt like years, I pulled back, gazing at him with a glance that was meant to be scathing. However, I suspected it was more vulnerable than anything else.

“I can’t do this,” I told him.

“That hasn’t stopped you before…”

Indignantly, my surprised eyes narrowed to slits. “Fuck you, Hunter.”

Hunter drew closer, his arms wrapping around me again. I felt my resolve weaken against the warmth of his body, and the pleasure of being in his embrace again…

With a savage grin, he whispered:

“That’s the idea.”

Chapter 45

Hunter’s lips against mine again melted away eight years of fear, indecision, and reluctance. Every passing lover that I had taken in the intervening time was just a warm-up for this reunion…

His hunger was as strong as the day I’d seen him last. No words were spoken; none were necessary.

Apparently, we shared the same thought, because we began ripping each other’s clothes off at the same time. While he effortlessly tugged my shirt off, my fingers hooked under his own, fingertips scraping along what felt like rock-hard abs…

Hunter tugged my jeans down my thighs, and soon they jo

ined my shirt on the floor. In a flurry of kissing and grinding, he had me up against the wall, my wrists pinned above my head. I struggled to match my lips to his, but he hung tantalizingly back, unwilling to let me have what I needed so desperately.

But I’d gotten his shirt off of him, and my half-lidded eyes gazed down his sculpted abdominals. His rippling six-pack practically sucked the breath from my lungs.

Hunter’s hips pushed into mine, and I could feel the searing heat of his familiar package against my moistening core.

I trembled beneath his domination, and the smug fucker smiled into a hot, heavy kiss. Our tongues began their familiar dance together, the muscle memory from years long past flaring up to stoke the dormant fire in our hearts.

It was as if the time had never passed.

We instinctively remembered what the other liked best – Hunter would push up against my hips just the right way, his breath teasing against my lobe, and I undulated between his body and the wall with just the right motions to spur him onward.

After a few minutes of furious kissing, he couldn’t take it any longer… and neither could I.

His grip released, and I pounced, taking every inch of newfound freedom that I could gather. With my lips firmly meeting his, I grasped at his package though his black denim, stroking the outline with my fingertips.

Hunter groaned in contentment, and the distraction was just enough time to begin unbuckling his jeans.

The thick, massive cock that I missed so much sprung from its fabric prison the second that I tugged his jeans down his thighs.

It even looked like it had grown very slightly since I’d seen it last – a little wider and longer than I remembered…

Without wasting a second, I began stroking the firm, erect tool. Kissing into his neck with my hand teasing him down south, I felt his body shudder with my touch.

That’s right, Hunter, I thought.

You always loved my hand around your cock…

I wanted to stay in charge, so I took the initiative. Before he gained enough self-control to place his hands on my shoulders, I dropped down to my knees in front of his weapon.

Tags: Nikki Wild Erotic
Source: readsnovelonline.net