Page 50 of Operation Wolf: Hunter
Frowning, I bent over the desk to read the entry, and Eric came around the desk to read over my shoulder.
9/14
My heart is heavier than it has been in a long, long time. I met with Samuel Bradley, and he does indeed have the photographic evidence of Randy and me that he claimed. He demanded a sum of $2,500 every month in exchange for his silence. I have no choice but to pay it or be driven out of town.
I glanced up at Kia, in my heart already knowing what Daniel was saying but wanting confirmation. “What the hell is this supposed to mean?”
“Uncle Daniel was gay,” Kia said softly. “His journals confirm that he had a relationship with a man named Randall Wilson, which ended about half a year before the date of this entry when Randy died of cancer.”
“Son of a bitch,” I hissed, outraged on behalf of my old friend.
Being gay in Texas was practically a crime, especially in a town like Bramblebush, and if Bradley had spread those photos around, Daniel would have been run out of town or shot to death.
“That miserable fuck. I’m going to kill him!”
“Now, hang on,” Eric said, resting a placating hand on my shoulder. “There’s no need for that, not with all the dirt we have on him. Let’s allow the government to clean up.”
“Oh, so you wereable to find some evidence of illicit activities!” Kia said delightedly. “Now, you can put him away.”
“Wait, you mean you actually want him to go to jail now?” I asked incredulously.
“Fuck yes,” Kia scowled. “I had several friends in college who were gay, and now my assistant, Drew, and I know how unfairly they were treated. There’s no way I’m doing business with a man who tried to blackmail my uncle by using his sexual orientation against him. I can’t do that.”
“Eric,” I murmured to my brother, “can you go out for a moment? I want to speak to Kia privately.”
“Sure.” My brother nodded to Kia and then exited the room, closing the door behind him.
The two of us stared at each other for a long while before Kia finally broke the silence. “What do you want to say to me?”
I took a breath. “I just . . . I want to thank you,” I said. “I wanted so badly to have justice for Daniel and to figure out what the hell happened to him, and you’ve given me that. Despite whatever bad blood there might be between us and whatever you decide to do, I want you to know that I’m eternally grateful for what you’ve done.”
“Oh, Hunter.” Kia shook her head ruefully. “I’m the one who should be saying those things, not you. You’ve done so much for me, and I realized I’d acted no better than a bigot with the way I treated you the night I kicked you off the ranch. The truth is, it doesn’t matter what species you are. You’re an amazing person, and I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone or anything in my life.”
I could hardly believe my ears. “You what?”
“I love you, Hunter Golden,” Kia said, closing the distance between us and wrapping her arms around my neck. She looked up at me with a radiant smile that made me forget about every single thing, except her. “And I’ve never said those words to anyone in my life, so you’d best believe them, cowboy.”
I crushed my mouth against hers, kissing her fiercely, savoring the feel of her in my arms and the heavenly scent of her that surrounded me. She opened her mouth to mine, and I lost myself in the taste of her, drinking in her essence like a man starved. And when the scent of her arousal teased my nostrils, I backed her up against the office door, pressing my erection against her hip.
“Are we—” Kia started to ask.
Then she gasped as I bit down on her neck, hitting one of her sensitive spots. I reached around her to lock the door and then crouched down on my knees to strip off her jeans and panties.
“Hush,” I ordered, lifting one of her legs and hooking it around my shoulders. “I need to make love to you now.”
It had only been a few days since I was last inside her, but it felt like an eternity, and we’d parted on such bad terms after our last lovemaking session that I felt the need to eradicate the memory with something spectacular.
“But your brother . . . ohh . . .” she moaned when I dragged my tongue across her folds.
“Is downstairs, likely enjoying his fifth cup of coffee and some of Leta’s chocolate chip cookies,” I informed her. Then I licked her again. “We can join him afterward if you’d like.”
I found her clit and started gently sucking on the sensitive nub, and Kia clapped a hand over her mouth to muffle her cries of pleasure. Sliding two fingers inside her, I teased her to the breaking point, loving the way she tasted, the way she trembled against my mouth as though she were coming apart. When she came a few minutes later, crying my name against her palm, I stood up and swiftly pulled a condom out of my wallet. I undid my pants, tore open the condom wrapper, and sheathed my cock. I thrust inside her before her tremors eased.
“Yes!” Kia cried, throwing her head back against the door as another orgasm ripped through her.
My breath caught in my throat at the sight of her parted lips and flushed cheeks, and I bent down to capture her cries of pleasure in my mouth as I fucked her against the oak door. She slid her hands down the back of my jeans, digging her fingers into my ass as she urged me on, and then I was coming, white-hot jets of pleasure shooting through me as I groaned into her mouth.
“I would say that the next time we do this, we’re in our honeymoon bed,” I panted raggedly a few minutes later, my forehead pressed into the crook of her shoulder as we fought for breath. “But I don’t think I can wait that long.”
