by Wild, Nikki
“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.
God, she tastes fucking incredible…
Sarah’s fingers clenched harder into my hair as she rode my face, murmuring incoherently under her breath. I could see that she was getting closer to the edge with the intensity of my flicking tongue and rolling thumb tip.
Any moment now…
“Hunter… fuck… I think… I…”
“Come for me, Princess,” I murmured against the folds of her wet cunt. “Come against my tongue… come as hard as you can… I want to taste you do it…”
That seemed to do the trick, as her body began to tense, her thighs crushing harder against my head until I thought she’d crush it between them.
Her back spasmed, and Sarah let loose a string of stunted, groaning moans, fingers practically tugging the follicles from my head, until she finally slumped back down to the bed.
“Jesus… that’s the hardest orgasm I think I’ve ever had…”
“Not done yet,” I replied, ascending from between her thighs and rubbing my chin with the back of my wrist.
I’d felt her body tremor around me, tasted her passion, and it filled me with a need to be inside her at any cost…
Sensing my primal desires, she flexed her legs, parting them for me. “Come inside me, baby… I can’t get more pregnant than I already am…”
“Oh, I’m going to finish inside you alright,” I chuckled darkly. “But I want you on all fours.”
Her hands snapped to her breasts, and a look of indecision clouded her expression. “I don’t know if I can handle it… I’m not sure how that’ll be on my girls…”
“If it’s too painful, we’ll stop,” I reassured her, my need still pressing deep through my voice. “But I want you to try…”
Sarah slowly and reluctantly nodded, and then climbed onto her hands and knees. She glanced over her shoulder at me as I shrugged off my clothes and crept to a kneeling position behind her.
Stroking my thick, hard cock, I slipped it just barely into her folds, rubbing it along her nerve endings. Sarah threw her head over her shoulder again and started to groan.
“Hunter, you can’t just tease–”
I immediately plunged my hard cock into her sopping wet pussy. Her body shuddered, and her eyes rolled back as she turned her face away.
“Dick! You were waiting for me to–”
Before she could continue, I started thrusting, my fingers clenching around her hips. I loved how her inner ridges felt, squeezing the life out of my heavy cock as I began to pummel her into submission.
She started to burrow her face into the comforter, but I grabbed her hair in a fistful and pulled her face back up, lining her up with a mirror.
“That’s right, baby,” I growled. “Watch us fuck. Watch me fuck this tight, soaked pussy of yours. You love it when I fuck your brains out, don’t you?”
She locked eyes with me through our reflection. “I do,” she murmured. “I love it so much when you fuck me like this…”
A grin crossed my face as I released her hair to land a solid wallop against the cheek of her ass. Sarah dropped her face again for a moment, but pulled back up before I tugged her hair again.
I did it anyway.
“God, Sarah,” I groaned in ecstasy, “your pussy feels so fucking good…”
“You gonna come for me, baby?”.
Her spontaneous burst of filthiness almost drove me over the edge, but I maintained my grip to get over the hump.
“I want to,” I groaned.
“I know you do,” she murmured.
We dropped the conversation to focus on fucking each other senseless. Sarah parted her knees a little more to tighten herself around my throbbing cock, and I clenched my fingers deeper into the skin of her hips as I pummeled her wet pussy harder and harder.
I knew that I was in the last lap of this race, and that I wouldn’t be able to hold out too much longer.
But it didn’t seem like I’d have to.
Sarah dropped her face into the pillow and moaned cute little bursts as I felt her body clenching around my rock-hard erection. Her thighs came a little closer together as what felt like a shuddering orgasm overcame her.
“Jesus,” she murmured in heat, “that was a good one too…”
“I’m getting close,” I groaned in a fit of pleasure. “Don’t think I can hold on much longer princess…”
“Cum inside me,” she murmured.
I grabbed a fistful of her hair and started fucking her as hard as ever. The mounting sensation built up towards a growing clash. I knew it wouldn’t be long now, and my resistance was weakening with every thrust…
“I’m getting close,” I groaned again.
The animalistic lust in what we were doing overcame me. Fueled by paternal need, I thrust harder into her welcoming body, overwhelming Sarah with my furious passion.
Passion for her…
Passion for the baby…
With a mighty roar, I drove myself as far into her as I could, my hands firmly grasping her body. The building pressure in my thick cock released with a tremendous burst of brain chemicals, flooding my head with the best damn mixed drink that the world could offer.
Sarah gasped and tightened up as I felt rope after blinding rope of my seed pump into her willing depths. I could feel her own crushing climax as she convulsed around my cock, drawing out every last drop of my essence. She dropped to the bed moaning loudly after several long seconds of insane sexual tension.
“Good god, Hunter,” she murmured as I collapsed down into the bed with her. “That was… Incredible…”
She turned to me, her beautiful eyes sparkling with something so gorgeous that it made my head fucking spin.
“I love you, Hunter.”
A smile crept across my lips, with confidence and security enveloping my heart and filling my chest. “Sarah… I love you too.”
I wanted the world to freeze right there.
I wanted the feeling to last forever.
It was just such a goddamn shame that it couldn’t, because it wasn’t much longer before everything started falling the fuck apart.
Hunter
Five Days Later
No matter the amount of sex we had – which was a lot, given her raised sex drive – Sarah had grown frustrated with how slowly we were making headway on the case. I hadn’t heard from my Outlaw yet, and her own efforts were turning up little to zilch.
While she was taking a drive to clear her head, Hannah and I spent a little while kicked back in the Devil’s Dragons headquarters bar and drinking a few beers.
I hadn’t really thought much about it before, but Sarah and Hannah were the two most important women in my fucking life. It was nothing short of a goddamn miracle to have them both back with me at last.
“That might be the sweetest damn thing I’ve ever heard, little brother,” Hannah smiled as she clinked beer bottles with me.
“I mean it,” I replied.
She chuckled, placing the lip of the beer bottle back to her mouth. After a quick swig, my sister patted me on the thigh. “Yeah, well… here’s to family reunions. May we never be far apart again.”
I raised my beer, but her words began to nag at me… I felt like it was time to
rip off the bandage and get down to things.
“Hannah… why did you leave?”
Her eyes darkened for a moment, and she turned away with a sigh. “Hunter… we’ve talked about this…”
“You told me you had to go find yourself.”
“And I did,” she responded coolly.
“I know that there’s more to it than that – I haven’t seen you in eight years. Hannah, I lost both you and Sarah around the same time… months apart. I need to know why.”
Hannah’s shoulders fell, her hair falling to shield her face from me. When she turned back, her eyes were as cold as steel.
“The cartel changed me, Hunter. The things that I saw, the things that I knew were going to happen to me… I’m not the same girl you remember from when we were growing up.”
“Bullshit,” I told her.
“Excuse me?” She looked offended.
“You’ve been here almost a week, Hannah. I’ve had plenty of time to see who you are.”
I reached forward, brushing a few strands of hair out of her eyes. “You’re tougher now, hard-edged, but you’re still the same goddamn woman you were before they got you.”
Her eyes focused on mine, piercing down into my very soul. I watched her search for any gap in my convictions until she finally pulled back, taking another swig of beer.
“You mean that, don’t you?”
“I do,” I replied.
She glanced down. “Maybe I’m not as convinced as you are, Hunter…”
“That’s okay,” I smiled softly, patting her on the shoulder. “I took care of you before, and I can do the same now. You will always know where to find me when you need me.”
“I can take care of myself now,” she grinned, a pinch of her old mischievousness slinking back into her eyes.
“Is that so?”
“Want me to prove it?”
I waved forward. “Be my guest.”
Hannah downed the rest of her beer and stood up, her boots hitting the floorboards hard. She scanned the room for the toughest looking biker around, and patted him on the shoulder.
“Let’s spar. You and me.”
The biker glanced up. His name was Victor – he was with us on our ride into Juarez. This man trusted me with his life, and I trusted him with mine…