Protect & Serve(182)

“Hunter… goddamn it… that’s too good…”

“Don’t I know it,” he breathed huskily. “I always love this one… don’t know how much longer I can hold out…”

It was then that I realized we weren’t using a condom… but it didn’t matter to me. It was dangerous; it was brash; yet, I didn’t care what happened.

“I need you back onto your back,” he murmured, still fucking me hard from below. “So I can pull out…”

“Doesn’t matter,” I responded.

“You mean?” He asked for clarification, completely unable to stop from thrusting up into me. I could see the tension in his eyes as he met my gaze – we were sharing the same wavelength, although we didn’t want to admit it to each other…

“Just do it, Hunter. I don’t care… I should be fine on my cycle. Just give it to me,” I pleaded back, feeling a strange desperation overcome me. “Fuck me until you come…”

He clasped his hand around the back of my neck, pulling my face down into his throat with his free hand tightly grasping my hip. His thrusting built up, harder and harder, until I could sense his chest catching and his groans mounting…

Another orgasm struck me, crippling my body with satisfaction as I felt his body go rigid beneath me.

Here it is, I lustfully thought to myself.

Thrusting as deep into my wet pussy as he could go, he let loose the entirety of his seed, pumping his hot, steamy gift up into my womb. My body shook against his with the pressure of my pleasure playing against the throbbing pulses of his cock. Once the last little rope of cum splattered against the inside of my wet, slickened folds, I collapsed onto the bed beside him.

“That’s… well, one hell of a homecoming,” he murmured between gulps of air.

I nodded with a laugh, catching my own breath. “I gave you what you wanted… Now I think it’s your turn to return the favor. I want to know where those girls are.”

“I guess we’re back to all-business, Detective?” he said, letting out a little sigh.

I reached out, wrapping my hand around his cock, letting it slide slowly up and down along its length and grinning as it hardened beneath the tips of my fingers.

“I don’t know about you, but I can multitask…” I replied, licking my lips.

“Juarez,” he whispered, as I shifted, bringing my lips down against his collarbone and planting a soft kiss.

“Go on,” I said, kissing just a bit lower, catching the edge of his muscular chest. Down I swept with little wet kisses following in my wake.

“The girls are probably in Juarez…”





9





One quick, shared shower later, we were back in the kitchen and getting down to business once more. After all, despite wanting to see my old lover again… there was work to be done, and he was still holding cards that I needed to see.

Hunter elaborated on the truth of the matter while I sipped a cup of coffee in his dimly lit kitchen, wrapped up in his robe. Simply dressed in just his boxers, he leant against the kitchen counter with his arms crossed.

A deep, contemplative look overcame his eyes. “We’ve been tracking their movements for some time,” Hunter explained. “They took some serious losses the last time one of their operations crossed our path. I don’t think they expected a well-armed club to come after them…”

“Your club went after them, alone?”

“We didn’t have the time to mobilize any allies,” he recalled sadly. “But we lucked out. Their operation was small. They had siphoned out a few other girls in the area, but we didn’t know about them until the attack. They weren’t prepared for a well armed motorcycle club to come knocking…”

“They didn’t see it coming.” I realized. “Did you rescue the other girls?”

“We found one of them,” he replied bitterly, turning his head. I could see the pain in his face as the clouds shifted, casting moonlight through the window. It seemed to only highlight his sense of failure. “But the other two were already gone. They were prepping the others – my sister included – for international travel.”

I wanted to cross the distance between us and soothe him with my cupped palm along his cheek, but he was such a tightly coiled ball of frustration that I feared his reaction.

“The cartel switched gears in the years after that. Maybe they thought it wasn’t worth the trouble if those operations could call down a surprise assault from beyond the border.”

“What did they do then?”

“Víboras Verde dabbled in other trades,” Hunter answered coolly. “But the other markets – drugs, murders, corruption, your other real moneymakers – they were already cornered by bigger, badder fish.”