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Hunt

Stepping between my legs, she reaches behind my neck to loosen my hospital gown. For a moment I wonder if I died in the car crash. Right now, I can’t imagine a better heaven. Heart thumping, I tease and kiss the soft breasts she offers.

“Oh wow.” A gasp later, she slides off my cotton shift and straddles my lap. “Is this okay?”

“Babe.” The word barely escapes before she slides her wet core across my arousal, stealing my sanity.

My mouth devours her while my palms slide over every inch of her soft skin. As our heat rises. I claim her body as she does mine.

“Ow.” She winces.

“What’s this?” Gut twisting, I remove my hand from the ugly bruises above her hip. “Stop. You’re hurt.”

“And? So are you.” Fingers behind my neck she tugs me to her plush insistent lips, reminding me of how I almost lost her.

Gentler now, I cup her cheeks. My tongue coaxes hers to play. Melded to her, every ounce of oxygen abandons my brain to rush south.

Lust struck, I lower her onto her back, kneel, and focus on her glistening, swollen sex.

“Jesus, you take my breath away.” Citrus, mixed with something purely her, intoxicates me, hitting me harder than any drug.

Dizzy, desperate, on fire, I dive between her thighs. As my tongue circles and teases, she writhes underneath me. A madman, I have but one goal. Take her over the cliff.

While she blossoms, I slide one finger in her wetness, followed by a second. Curling them, I suck her clit until she screams into my pillow.

“Inside me.” She scoots onto all fours, looking over her shoulder.

Shocked into a moment of clarity, I halt. “No condom.”

“Clean. Pill. Do it, Wildlife. Now.” Jaw set, she locks onto my gaze.

“Me too. Tested, I mean. Fine. You sure?” Thick cock in hand, I rise to my feet.

“Formally invited. There. Okay?” When she wiggles her butt, I place my sensitive tip to her hot, silken core, and dive in.

My vision blurs, my control slips. Heart racing, I hold onto her hips and hold back this primal urge to fuck her into oblivion.

She bucks back. “Faster. I need this. I want you.”

Brakes off, I thrust, piston, driving into a spot that makes her wild.

Seconds later, her inner muscles flutter. “Oh, oh God. Yesss.”

This second release sends sparks of lightning down my spine. When the electricity hits my balls, fluids shoot forth.

Sweeeet.

We agreed this was sex only, but holy shit—I’ve never felt so connected in my life.

While we float back to earth, the same polite voice as earlier resurfaces with a gentle knock. “Mr. Gurion. Are you alright in there? Did you fall?”

If she only knew how fast and how far I have tumbled for the gorgeous, brave border guard, she’d probably keep me another night—examine my head. Hell, I’ve jumped from planes at less velocity. This is nuts.

After putting a pillow over the face of my giggling lover, I yank on the johnny, then shout, “Ah, yes. Sorry. I fell asleep. Give me a sec.”

Still laughing, Kelly rolls out from under the covers. She snatches her clothes before padding her bare feet to the bathroom. As she clicks the door closed, the administrator steps inside, glancing around the room. I school my face into something neutral while my pulse hammers in my ears.

“Glad you’re awake. Here’s your paperwork. Let me know if you have any questions.” The moment she leaves, my gorgeous lover peeks out, eyes twinkling.

Grinning, she sprints across the room and hops onto the bed. “I texted my brother. He’s going to bring you something to wear. A warm coat, too. He also poured dry gas into your tank. Your SUV started right up.”

Relief rushes through me as my thoughts shift. “What about your daughter?”

Expression dark, the momma bear hesitates. An instant later, she shakes it off. “Kade said not to worry. I trust him.”

I’d question her further, but a wave of exhaustion washes over me. No Marvel Comic here, my burnt back throbs in tempo to my headache. As I lay back on the pillow, the nurse pops her head in. Apparently, I still need a doctor’s final blessing. Because he’s busy elsewhere, we give up waiting.

Following a short snooze, we wake to a firm rap on the door. While Kelly stirs, in walks her brother carrying a coffee tray and a paper bag.

“Hey sis.” His eyes widen, but if he is bothered by us squeezed together in the tiny hospital bed, he doesn’t say so.

His gaze shifts to me as he extends a hand. “Thanks for saving my sister.”

Grunting, I return his solid grip. Like the hypocrite I am, I snatch the clothes he brought and bring them into the bathroom where I gasp for air. I don’t deserve his gratitude. Hell, if it weren’t for me, she wouldn’t’ve been targeted.

By the time we’ve recapped the night’s events, the doctor finally arrives. A brief conversation later, I get the green light.

Oorah, I can leave. Shrugging into the borrowed outer gear, I shadow the O’Malleys to the parking lot.

On the interstate, one eye on the rearview mirror, his shoulders lower. “Should be home in a little over an hour.”

During the long trip from Burlington, my mind refuses to settle. Clearly someone has targeted not only me, but Kelly.

All on the same page, when we arrive at her house, we extract our weapons.

“I’ll sweep the interior. You guys check the perimeter.” Gun forward, Kade cracks open the front door, switching on the outside lights.

Snow crunching beneath my boots, flashlight out, I search for footprints under the windows. Finding nothing, I return to the siblings.

“All clear?” When the protective sibling glances at me, I nod.

Kissing his sister’s cheek, he bobs his head. “I have to get back. Phone me if you need anything.”

As he backs out of the driveway, my woman holsters her weapon.

I need her to know that what happened earlier was no mistake. No words come to me, so I tell her with my kiss.

When we come up for air, I squeeze her behind. “I’ll be right outside. I gotta make a call.”

Lips swollen, hair mussed, she smiles shyly. “No problem. I’ll find us something to eat.”

The frigid air bites at my skin as I step onto the porch to dial Wulf. The second he picks up, I get straight to the point. “Someone wants us dead.”

His heavy sigh says it all. “Putting cameras in the woods? What could possibly go wrong?”

“Yeah, I know, but that was the command. I’m beginning to think my assignment was more than a punishment, it was a death sentence. The only question is, why?”

“I’ll do some snooping and get back to you. Rescuing my wife in Belarus probably caused us some problems—not to mention her friendship with the outgoing president. The new administration is cleaning house.”

I exhale sharply, my breath sending smoke signals in the icy air. “I’d rather be fired than killed.”

“I hear you. Slate called me. Smart move including him. Let me know what I can do to help.”

My mind spins, again wishing he were my boss instead of Hornsby. “Not much—yet. For now, I need intel—whatever you can find on Deputy Agent Robert Dante and Sheriff Gina Laughlin.”

We finish up our conversation. After, I grab my sidearm and circle the house one more time before I head in. While I stomp my boots on the mat, Kelly leans over the freezer drawer.

My cock twitches as it takes note of how her tight jeans hug her lovely derriere. “Hungry? I have hamburgers or hamburgers.”

“Either one is fine.” At my chuckle, she breaks out in a grin.

“Excellent. I have tomatoes, onions and pickles for veggies. Bread will have to suffice. I didn’t buy buns.” On all fours, looking over her shoulder, I’m reminded of our bed play.

“Mmm. I might want dessert.” I wait for her to stand before stepping behind her to slip my arms around her waist.

She stiffens for half a second, turns, then murmurs into my neck. “Not sure what to say. I’ve never done this kind of thing before.”

“What, exactly, are you referring to?” My lips pressed against her temple, I allow my hard want to press into her abs.

“You know, us. Friends with benefits?” As her green eyes search mine, my airway shuts down. When we made that agreement, I didn’t know her. Now, I want more.

Until I can tell her how I feel, I guess I can keep it light. “Well, definitely no stalking on social media.”

“Right.” She opens the fridge and hands me a beer. “Absolutely no creeping.”

I feign a look of horror. “No, never!”

Her eyes sparkle as she grabs another bottle. “Or using the Federal database to investigate each other.”

“Cross my heart.” A virtual X drawn on my chest earns me a snicker.

“And no sexting.”

“Okay, deleting dick-pic now.” Setting my drink on the counter, I pull out my phone and pretend to erase a non-existent photo.

“Let me see.” She lunges for it, but I hold it high above her head, laughing as she tries to snatch it.

“No way.” Unable to resist, I tickle her ribs until she squirms, wriggling in my arms.

“Uncle. Stop, stop.” In retaliation, she grabs the back of my head and kisses me senseless.

Without breaking apart. I blindly click off the burner. Some hungers can wait. Others can’t.