Page 16 of Chill’s Chance

“You wouldn’t have gotten them back.” He tells me before sliding his tongue through my folds and I forget about the panties as he stuffs them into his pocket.

Hunter licks my pussy like it’s his favorite brand of ice cream. I tremble when he slides it deep into my channel, as if he’s drilling for my creamy center. When he shifts his attention to my clit, sucking and biting, the only thing holding me up are his massive hands. My legs are gone.

My fingers scramble for hold when he pushes his shoulders between my legs and lifts me up off the ground. My yelp of surprise turns into a groan when my back hits the wall while his face grinds into my pussy. “Fuck!” I scream as he pushes me over the edge.

CHAPTER TEN: HUNTER

The taste of her cream flooding into my mouth has my cock painfully pushing into my zipper. I need to be inside her, need to feel her heat surround me. I need to return to my home.

Lowering her back to her feet, I guide her over to the couch to bend her over. Unfastening my jeans, I slide them down far enough to free my cock. “Fuck, condom.” I groan as I bend to reach for my wallet.

“I’m clean and have an IUD.” She tells me.

“I’m clean. You were the last person I was with.” I tell her.

She pushes away from the couch to turn and study my face. “Are you lying to me?” She demands.

“Fuck, no! Why would I lie? You’re it for me. From the moment I shook your hand.” I tell her and it’s the truth. The spark I felt when we first touched told me I’d met someone special, someone different from all other women. “Why would I want anyone else when you gave me the best orgasm of my life? When my dick no longer reacts to anybody but you?”

She leaps into my arms to kiss me, wrapping her long legs around my waist. I shift so I can slide into her hot, welcoming pussy. We groan into each other’s mouths as we revive our connection. Keeping my mouth on hers as I lay her back on the couch. I need the leverage. I release her mouth, run my hands up her sides until my hands capture her luscious breasts. My eyes snap to where my dick pistons in and out of her pussy. Shuddering at the visual and what it means. Snapping my eyes to hers, I see a burning desire in her orbs that reflects what I’m feeling. This woman is mine and I’m hers.

Lifting her legs so they lay flat against my chest, I nip at her calves as I adjust my angle, brushing my cock against that bundle of nerves that will make her fall apart. I watch her face transform with pleasure. Her mouth opens in a silent scream, her skin glows as perspiration beads around her temples. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen and now that I have her back, I’m never letting go. That thought is all I need to send me to the edge and follow her over.

“I have a job to do for Puma.” I say as I pull on my shirt, my eyes glued to her ass as she wiggles back into her jeans. When she looks at me in surprise, I continue. “I volunteered. He wants me to follow someone. Someone staying in the watchtower, whatever that means.”

She chuckles as she fastens her bra and bends over to pick up her shirt. “The DEA agent?” She asks and I nod.

She sits down at her desk and clicks her mouse before gesturing toward a series of monitors on the wall, only one of them lights up. I see it is an aerial view of the hotel. I take a minute to work out the design, but when I do, I glance back at her.

“That’s a percent sign.” Two towers on either side of the long, rectangular building create the striking image.

“It is.” She says as she clicks the mouse again to display a side view of the hotel. She leaves her seat to stand in front of the monitor, using her finger to point at the northern tower. “This is the watchtower. We’ve treated the glass on all the windows so no one can see into the rooms. However, we have a couple rooms setup so that we can watch and listen without the occupant knowing. We don’t have bugs or cameras in the room, in case they have detection devices. Instead, we have separate rooms that face those special rooms where we house the equipment. When we identify someone that we feel needs watching, we put them in one of those special rooms. We moved the guy who Wildcard suspects is a DEA agent into one of those rooms.”

I frown at her as I put on my kutte. “How did you get him to do that? Aren’t you afraid he’ll become suspicious?”

She looks at me like I just told her two plus two equals five and she’s trying hard not to call me an idiot. I hold up my hand to stop the insult. “I get it, he’s here. He already suspects you. Got it. What I meant is that he probably knows you’re watching him, too.”

She shrugs. “Maybe. We don’t care. He won’t find anything. But we would like to get some information about who’s after us. We’re monitoring his calls, but he only sets up meets. He has said nothing specific. He leaves for these meetings and he’s evaded everyone we’ve sent to tail him. We’ve only sent members, so it’s likely he knows enough about us to know what we all look like.”

“Why not use a private eye or an employee who isn’t a member?” I ask her.

“He’s only been here a couple of days. When we realized he was inquiring about scoring drugs, we moved him to the watchtower so we could monitor him. Told him that his old room had a leak or something. I don’t know the details. The hotel manager has various scenarios she puts into play when necessary. Our next step was to hire someone to follow him to one of his meets.”

“I guess that’s me.” I say, actually happy about the job. The Demon Dawgs helped me find my son, and I want to pay them back.

“You don’t have to do anything illegal. Just don’t draw attention to yourself. We only want to know where he goes and if he meets with anyone.” Chill explains.

“Photos?”

“If you can.” Chill says. She pulls up an image on the screen. “This is him.”

“When…” Chill’s phone cuts me off.

“He’s leaving? Now? Ok. Thanks.” She ends the call and looks at me. “Ready to go hunting?”

I grin as I hand her my kutte. “Ready.”

I leave her office and make my way back to the lobby. Spotting my target just as he exits the elevator. He moves toward the main entrance, so I follow. Taking out my phone, I use it to track my path and to give me something to look at when he glances around. Since most of those around me are also staring at their phones or looking at the sites, I figure I blend in well enough.

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