Page 125 of Rugger: The Huntress

The permanent ink marked Gazelle’s territory. The imprint of her teeth resulted in a beautiful work of art. I brushed my right hand across the markings.

Three days.

Six hours.

Twelve minutes.

The countdown for my return had begun the minute I stepped on the plane. Her absence was felt. It plagued me every hour of the day. There hadn’t been a single one that she didn’t cross my mind.

Thoughts of her lured me to sleep in the wee hours. Still images of her I’d captured in my head played like sweet dreams as I rested. Her perfume kept my pillow smelling like an autumn night filled with her laughter and light.

I shed the remainder of my clothes and stepped into the shower. For twenty minutes, I scrubbed my body and considered the best way to complete the mission at hand so I could make it back to the woman I couldn’t scrub my thoughts of.

A fluffy white towel dried me from head to toe. The cleaning of the room once my time expired would be a task within itself. I kissed the skin of my teeth at the thought of it.

Two days.I promised myself.The clean up begins.

Staying behind to undo all that had been done would put me behind schedule. It would prolong my stay and my time away from Gazelle. That was not in my best interest or hers.

When the bullet left my chamber, I would be packing my rifle and heading out of the door. Three hours later, I’d be in Clarke, climbing into Gazelle’s guts.

My dick hardened at the thought of sliding into her. It had been three and a half days too long. The new year was in two days. By the third of January, I would be by her side.

Bzzzz.

Bzzzz.

Bzzzz.

I shifted in the direction of the square table in the small dining area of the hotel room. Two black phones sat next to each other, evenly spread at the very edge of the table. Both were leveled and perfectly aligned.

Until now.

The larger of the two buzzed, losing its position. Its influence led the other phone to part from its position as well. My eyebrows furrowed on my forehead and pushed toward the center of my face.

From where I stood, I observed the ringing device with a tilted head and curious eyes. It wasn’t until it stopped ringing that I made my way across the room to retrieve it. My assignment had been handed down from my superiors. I hadn’t gotten it from the database. I wasn’t on contract with anyone else, so the phone that was ringing left me baffled. It was the smaller phone connected to the kill in progress.

I snatched the phone from the table. It began buzzing in my hand. This time, I didn’t hesitate or question the caller’s reasoning before opening the phone and placing it against my ear. Soundlessly, I listened.

“Open the door.”

The line died and so did my concerns. I was at the door in a split second. I tightened my towel around my waist as I peered through the peephole. After confirmation of the presence behind the door, I snatched it open.

Gazelle waited patiently behind the thick wood with her hands gripping the seams of the black trench she wore. Her hairwas in a ponytail that hung down her back. The Prada shades I’d purchased her for Christmas shielded her eyes.

She pulled her hands apart, exposing the three-piece lingerie underneath the coat keeping her warm. My eyes trailed from those big, round eyes to her long, slim neck. They stopped at her pebbled stones peeking through the black lace of the bra and then continued down her stomach until they reached her partially exposed pussy.

The sheer fabric allowed me to see straight through the panties to the plumpness beneath them. Saliva pooled in my mouth. I swallowed the overflow to quench my thirst and rewet the roof of my mouth. Her thighs seemed to go on forever until finally, I reached the black leather boots that started two inches above her knee.

“Good evening, Sonnie.”

The rasp of her voice summoned every strand of hair on my body. They stood at attention. My blood rushed to the veins of my dick, hardening it even more than it was already.

“Good evening, Gazelle. You shouldn’t be here.”

“But, I am.”

Lusty eyes stared back at me, challenging my entire existence. Unable to deny my craving for her, I reached forward and snatched her into the room. I used her back to close the door. Her body slammed against it. I secured the latch and lock, simultaneously.

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