Page 44 of Operation Wolf: Hunter
CHAPTER 22
Hunter
I SLAMMED THE TRUCKdoor shut behind me and then checked the paper bag in my hand, making sure everything I’d picked up from the grocery store was still safely tucked in there. Satisfied that my toolbox was fully stocked, I stalked up the stairs and into the house, determined to find Kia and break down the walls between us.
It had been barely a week since she’d walked out on me in the stalls and erected a barrier between us, but to me, it felt like a lifetime. And every time I tried to take baby steps to repair our relationship, it had only caused her to withdraw from me further. Now, with only a few days left until our bet was finished, I knew I was on the cusp of losing her, and I couldn’t let that shit happen.
Drastic measures were going to be taken tonight, and as far as I was concerned, nothing was out of bounds if it meant getting Kia back.
As expected, Kia was pacing back and forth in the kitchen, worrying her lip with her teeth. As soon as she caught sight of me, she whirled around, stalking toward me.
“Where on earth is Mrs. Jones?” she asked, her voice shrill with worry. “I came back in an hour ago to find that she was gone, and she’s not in the back cottage outside. I can’t find her anywhere!”
“That’s because I gave her the rest of the day off,” I said easily.
“You what?” Kia froze. “Why on earth would you do that?”
“Because tonight is just about you and me.” Ducking down, I caught her by the waist, hefting her over my shoulder. Then I turned and headed for the stairs.
“What the hell? Put me down!” Kia began to pound her fists against my back. “I don’t want to go upstairs with you. I want to go downstairs and eat dinner!”
“Too bad.” I opened the door to her bedroom and somehow managed to close and lock it behind me despite Kia’s thrashing. “Mrs. Jones isn’t coming back until tomorrow, and you’re a horrible cook.” I tossed her unceremoniously onto the bed and then put the grocery bag on the nightstand. “Guess you’re just going to have to eat what I bought.”
“You bought dinner?” Kia eyed the bag skeptically. “Why? And why are we eating up here?”
“It’s a special kind of dinner,” I said suggestively, sitting next to her on the bed. “And one I think you’re going to enjoy.”
Perching on the edge of the bed, I started unpacking the grocery bag and bit back a grin when Kia’s eyes widened.
“Is that whipped cream?” she asked, sounding scandalized, but I didn’t miss the undercurrent of excitement in her tone. “And strawberries?”
“It sure is.” I plucked a strawberry from the container, dabbed it in the whipped cream, and held it up. “You want some?”
Kia reached for it, but I placed the leaves in my mouth and bit down so that the strawberry was hanging from my lips. “Come and get it,” I said around the mouthful.
Kia stared at the berry for a long moment, and I waited in anticipation to see what she would do. For a moment, I thought she would lunge for the box on the nightstand, but ever-so-slowly, she leaned over and took a small bite out of the berry. Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment as pleasure flushed her cheeks, and I bit back a groan when she licked the whipped cream off her lips. She leaned in for another bite and then another until the berry was finally finished, and there was no mistaking the pulse fluttering at her throat in reaction to the sweet fruit. Being this close to her without touching her was testing every inch of my willpower, and I had no doubt it was doing the same to her.
“I . . . we shouldn’t be doing this,” she whispered, but she didn’t resist when I gently pushed her back on the bed.
“This was one of the erotic fantasies you told me about during our nights in the barn, right?” I asked as I grabbed another strawberry. This time, I dipped it in chocolate sauce and held it just above her mouth, allowing the chocolate to drip onto her luscious lips. “The one where a guy covers you in chocolate and whipped cream and strawberries and then licks it all off your body?”
“I didn’t think you remembered,” she gasped as I slid the chocolate-coated berry down her throat. Then I licked the area clean with my tongue. I repeated the process, dabbing the sensitive spots of her collarbone with the strawberry and then lapping up the chocolate residue.
“I’ve been thinking about it ever since, and I was trying to figure out a way to make it happen in the stables before you left,” I confessed, feeding her the strawberry.
A trickle of strawberry juice gushed from her lips and down her chin, and I licked it off unhurriedly, enjoying the way she trembled beneath my tongue.
“Then I decided, if you were going to be leaving me in a few days, there was no way I was going to let you go . . . not without fulfilling your fantasy.”
“Hunter,” she moaned as I dabbed her earlobe with a bit of whipped cream.
I sucked on it. She writhed beneath me, and I delighted in the rush of power I felt at holding her captive this way, mentally and physically. I’d played with food and sex before, of course, covering my cock in honey and making my current piece of ass lick it off, but there was something so much better about being the giver than the recipient. At least, there was with Kia.
When I got her all nice and riled up, I pulled away from her long enough to strip off her clothing. Then I returned with the can of whipped cream. With a devilish smile, I coated her nipples liberally and then sprayed a path down the center of her cleavage and stopped at her belly button where I left a particularly generous dollop. The scent of Kia’s arousal was thick in the air as she watched me, her body trembling in anticipation. When I finally lowered my mouth to lick the whipped cream off her left nipple, she moaned, and the sound was music to my ears.
“Ooh,” she moaned, clutching my head to her breast.
I lavished attention on each nipple, moving over, lapping, and sucking at the cream on her belly. I dipped my tongue into her belly button, chuckling at her squeal when I swirled my tongue around to get all the cream there. But when I spread her legs, she sat up with a gasp.
