Page 77 of Rugger: The Huntress

“The cameras,” I reminded him.

“I’ve swiped them clean, Gazelle.”

“Yeah?”

Finally, I mustered the strength to pull away.

He nodded. “Yes. Understand from this moment forward, you won’t have to look over your shoulder or wonder if you’re in the clear. I’ll always make sure of it. That’s my job, now.”

I couldn’t hide the smile creeping up on my face.

“I have people for that, you know?”

“I’m your person. For anything. For everything.”

“Is that right?”

I headed toward the door, his hand caressing mine.

“It is.”

“Did it just become your job or did you happen to slip into a very private database and destroy some very incriminating evidence and informatio–”

He pushed the door open and led the way out into the brutal cold. The streets were clear of snow, but it had promised to visit Clarke again within the next week.

“It wasn’t very incriminating and there wasn’t much information. All speculation. And, yes, I happened to slip. Maybe.”

“Thank you.”

“My pleasure.”

Nothing more was said. Nothing more was necessary. Silently, Sonnie led me around the building where my bike was waiting. I climbed on top, wishing it was him beneath me. But, I was still recovering from the previous night.

The engine of my motorcycle roared well into the distance. Sonnie’s bright whites shined in the dark.

“You’re a dream, baby girl, a bad fucking dream.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

He leaned in, cupping my chin in his hand before taking me into his mouth. Though short, his kiss was the sweetest. I clenched my pussy muscles, hoping the throbbing of my center would subside.

Settle down, girl.

He stepped back onto the curb with heavy eyelids. He, too, was drunken with lust.Enchantment. Desire. Adoration. Seduction. Temptation.

“Goodnight, Gazelle.”

He bid me farewell with the tipping of his hat.

“Goodnight.”

I watched as he turned and headed in the other direction. Now, I was plagued with the thought of securing his safety. I wanted… I needed to make sure he got to his vehicle safely.

Seconds after he rounded the corner, I followed suit. At the back of a white van, he stuffed his bags.

“Goodnight, Gazelle. What part of that didn’t you understand?” He asked, heading to the driver’s side.

“Where to?”

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