Page 34 of Operation Wolf: Eli
“Yes,” I said, smiling at the fact that he’d asked.
He was the only one who ever had. The few other guys I’d been with often just did it, but Eli was always respectful of my body.
“Anything for you.”
He continued making love to me, and the waves of pleasure built up until finally, the orgasm hit me like a gale, stealing my breath and leaving me shaking from head to toe as I convulsed beneath him. Just as my tremors were finally starting to fade, he pulled out of me, groaning long and loud as he came, his hot seed jetting all over my chest. I’d always thought it was disgusting when other men did it to me, but with Eli, I felt satisfaction at the pure rapture on his face as I gave him exactly what he wanted.
I would truly do anything for this man.
And the stark truth of that terrified the shit out of me sometimes.
* * *
The next morning, I woke up and reached for Eli, only to find his side of the bed cold and empty. Disappointed, I sat up, blinking as I looked around the room, and I was about to go downstairs to see if he was in the kitchen when I spotted a note on the bedside table. Grabbing it, I read the words written in Eli’s bold but messy scrawl.
Went to town to make a few calls. I won’t be long. I love you.
Smiling, I put the note aside and then set about tidying up the room, making the bed and collecting all our dirty laundry into a basket. Our clothes were due for a wash. Wrinkling my nose a little at the sight of the overflowing basket, I decided to get it started and then maybe tend to the flowers in the garden. Afterward, I’d head upstairs to work on my painting again. I could hardly wait until it was finished, and I dearly hoped we would be able to take it with us. I knew Eli would love it.
I was about to leave the room when I spotted Eli’s zip-up sweater on the floor. Picking it up, I frowned as a piece of paper slipped from the pocket and fluttered to the ground. It looked like a letter.
Maybe it’s the letter Hunter sent Eli.
I picked it up and sat on the edge of the bed to read it. My curiosity morphed into confusion and then betrayal. Anger rose with every word I read until my hands were shaking with rage. My eyes blurred with tears, and I threw the letter across the room before I gave in to the emotional temptation to rip the damn thing into shreds.
How dare Eli not tell me about this.
I knew exactly what Eli had thought—that my dad deserved to die and that he would keep me with him until the danger passed and it was safe to send me back to Chicago again.
But how fucking dare he.
Seething, I jumped up from the bed and stalked out into the hallway. Maybe he was right in thinking that Dad had this shit coming to him, but it was not his decision to make. It was mine. And whatever Dad might have done in his sordid, fucked-up life, he was still the only damn family I had left. And I would never just let him die, especially if there was anything in my power I could do to save his ass. Eli knew that family meant the world to me and that I couldn’t leave my dad behind when everything seemed to be falling down around him. I would never be able to live with myself if I pretended I didn’t give a shit that Dad was going to be killed. Guilt would eat away at me if I turned a blind eye.
No, I can’t do that shit. Family means no one ever gets left behind.
Pulling out a suitcase from the hallway closet, I dragged it down the hall to my bedroom and started to pack.
