Protect & Serve(214)

Hunter popped into the back of the van and checked on the girls. He lifted each of their chins in turn, gazing into their eyes and flicking his fingers lightly to draw their attention. When they were all vaguely responsive, he jumped out and locked the doors back up.

Smacking the side twice and gesturing to the driver, Hunter stepped aside as the engine immediately ignited and the van peeled rubber out of there.

“Where is he taking the girls?” I asked him.

“The hospital,” Hunter answered me quickly, before quickly addressing the rest of them: “Go inside, bring the maps to the empty back room, and leave behind everything we lent you for this. The money is yours to keep. Sleep well tonight, because you fucking deserve it.”

The bikers properly parked their motorcycles around the sides of the bar, and strolled indoors with their weapons, their bulletproof vests, and the entire contents of Arturo’s room spread between a dozen of them.

“The hospital?” I confirmed with him.

“Right now, those girls don’t know their ass from their elbows,” he told me. “They’re going to be suffering one hell of a hangover in the morning… better to let the authorities take over on that front.”

The authorities…

“Oh god, we’re so fucked,” I muttered into my hands. I felt Hunter step closer, and his arm wrapped around my shoulders.

“What do you mean?”

“What we did tonight…”

“What we did tonight was save lives, Sarah – three of those lives belonging to that pack of missing cheerleaders you came here so desperately to find…”

“We crossed the border illegally. We’re anonymously dropping a bunch of drug addict girls to a local hospital. I can’t take credit for this. If word gets out on what we did…”

“Word won’t get out on what we did,” Hunter reassured me.

I looked up into his eyes as he stroked strands of hair from my face. It was so hard to grasp his conviction.

“But the girls,” I insisted. “They might not remember anything now, but when they regain their coherency, they’ll sure as shit remember an army of bikers ripping them out from that shithole and dragging them back across the border...”

Hunter’s eyebrow rose.

“You’re not worried?” I asked, trying to make sense of all of this. “Aren’t you worried that the cops will come crawling all over the Devil’s Dragons for what we did tonight?”

“You leave that to me,” he smiled cryptically. “We can handle the police around here…”

“You can handle the police?” I asked. My wrists wrapped loosely around the back of his neck, and I grinned into a powerful kiss on his lips. They felt firm but soft against mine, tasting of power, strength, and beneath all the rest, tenderness.

“We should get out of here,” Hunter whispered into my ear. “The others know what to do… they can govern themselves for a little while without me.”

“But what about your prisoners? You have Fang down in your cellar…”

“My Dragons can handle him,” he shrugged. “He can wait until the goddamn morning.”

“Well… if you think so,” I murmured, kissing him on the neck. “Seeing as I’m out of a job and don’t exactly have to hurry home… Do you think your men can handle everything for few hours?”

“Everyone here is a brother right now,” Hunter chuckled. “I think that they can make do without me for a single night…”

It was less than fifteen minutes before we slipped back into his house. Well, I say ‘slipped’, but what I really meant is more like ‘crashed.’

His front door flew open, keys jammed into the doorknob, and my back slammed into a wall. While my arms were wrapped around his neck, and my ankles around his waist, Hunter was keeping me supported from beneath with his hands.

I reached down and yanked out the keys as he kicked the door shut with the back of a boot. Locking it with a quick flick of my wrist, I dropped the keys on the floor near the door before he swept me further into the house, knocking down stray bits of décor and the odd framed picture from the walls.

I heard glass shatter and books clatter against the hardwood floors as he kissed me with passionate fervor. My ass plopped down on the countertop of his kitchen island as his lips descended upon my neck, hands wandering along my clothes.

Hunter was possessed with deep, unyielding lust for me… and after the tensions of the last few nights, I was eager to submit to his feral needs.

After all, I was starved for his love myself.

My back arched as he wormed a saliva-slick finger into my panties, stroking along the outer lips of my labia. My clit responded to his small strokes, swelling with need, and I drifted my knees apart to make his efforts easier.