Page 23 of Operation Wolf: Eli
CHAPTER 13
Olivia
I SIGHED IN BLISSas my toes curled in the sand, and I watched the waves crash against the shore just a few feet away. A half-eaten plate of grilled chicken and vegetables sat on my right, and Eli sat on my left, still happily munching away at his food, as we eyed the sunset over Lake Champlain. A perfect end to what had not exactly been a perfect day in my mind, though it was still better by far than the previous two days since Eli had kidnapped me for my own safety.
It had taken us a little longer than I’d thought to finally get out to the beach. Eli’s friend had made sure the electricity and water were turned on and the fridge and pantry were stocked with plenty of food. There was no staff on the premises at all, and we’d needed to rub down and stable the horse and mule ourselves, as well as figure out where everything was in the vast house. After all that was done, Eli had decided he was famished and that we needed dinner, which he’d insisted upon making from scratch instead of just using one of the dinners in the freezer.
By the time we’d gotten out here, we’d been lucky to catch the sunset. But it was worth it now, sitting in the sand with my belly full and the ache in my ribs having subsided to the point it was barely noticeable.
“I had no idea you could cook,” I said, glancing sideways at Eli, who was picking up another drumstick. “I definitely don’t remember you doing any cooking for me before.”
Eli gave me a lopsided grin, one that reminded me of the boy I had grown up with, and it tugged at my heartstrings. “One time, the Army cook was out sick, and there was no one to take over for him, so I offered to pitch in,” he said. He paused to take a huge bite of his chicken. He’d taken two plates out with him, each one heaped with three times the amount of food I had put on mine. And he still showed no signs of being full.
“After the first two days of death threats, I realized I actually had to become good at it if I wanted to survive, so I stepped up my game.” He chuckled. “I got so good that the cook tried to draft me as his help on three separate occasions.”
“Well, that’s definitely something to add to your résumé,” I teased. “Former almost Army cook.”
Eli snorted. “I don’t see you complaining.”
“I’m not,” I said honestly. “It’s delicious.”
“Thanks.”
I finished off my plate and then grimaced at my sticky hands. “Ugh, I’d better go inside and wash these off.” I rose to my feet.
“Hang on.” Eli reached over and caught one of my wrists. Then he turned it over to examine my hand. “These don’t look too bad,” he said, raising an eyebrow. “You could probably dip them in the lake and be fine.”
I wrinkled my nose. “Ew. I don’t think so. The water can’t be that clean.”
“Hmm. Then maybe I can help.”
Before I could guess at what he meant, Eli ran his tongue along the length of my palm, a flash of warm, wet heat gliding over my skin. A gasp escaped my lips as a bolt of white-hot heat shot through my belly and straight between my thighs. If Eli heard it, he gave no sign, just kept lapping at my palm until it was clean. When he was done, he turned my palm over, took my pointer finger into his mouth, and then began sucking on it.
Oh my fucking God.
I collapsed to my knees with a moan as my cunt pulsed so hard I almost saw stars. My pussy began a slow, steady throb that beat in time with Eli’s rhythmic sucking, and I started trembling uncontrollably. He opened his eyes, giving me a positively devilish look as he switched one digit for another and then another until I was at the point where I wanted him to rip off my clothes and fuck me like a recently released prisoner.
What the hell am I thinking? This is the same guy who left me for a better life and then came back to the shithole after he promised me he wouldn’t. The same guy who got me into this whole mess. The same guy who walked out on me after I kissed him on the train.
Coming to my senses, I snatched my hand back from him and got to my feet again. “I’ll be inside if you need me,” I said, refusing to look at him as I walked back across the sand with my head held high.
I didn’t want to know if my actions had hurt him as much as his had hurt me, and if they did, I didn’t want to care.
