by Melody Anne
“I’d better get this done,” he said as he began undoing his shirt.
“What are you doing?” she asked, her eyes going wide as he exposed his chest before pulling the shirt off. His jacket was already in the back. He didn’t like wearing it while he was driving.
“I can’t ruin my clothes, so they have to come off,” he said. He was undoing his belt, and damn, he loved the look of lust in her eyes.
“You’re going to change the tired naked?” she gasped.
“There’s no one around and it will be like a warm shower . . . with tools. You’ve seen my body before.”
He pulled up on the seat and pulled his pants and underwear down, his erection springing free and standing up. Her eyes focused on one part of him, and with the way she was licking her lips, she wasn’t offended by the view.
He hadn’t had car sex since he was a teen, and he knew it was a bad idea to start it right then. But he knew if he didn’t get out of the car fast, they’d never make it to the dinner. He didn’t want to risk blowing Mallory’s cover. So, he did the only thing he could right then . . . he ran.
Green jumped from the car, the rain warm enough for him not to shiver, but cool enough to calm his libido . . . a tiny bit. He pulled out the jack, lifted the car, and got the ruined tire off. He still sported a bit of an arousal, but he ignored it as rain slid down his body and he got the new tire on. He was trying to hurry as he tightened and checked the spare tire for air before putting all of the parts back into the trunk. He took a deep breath before shutting the trunk lid and moving to the driver’s door.
And then Green knew they were going to be late . . . they were going to be really late.
Mallory was leaning against the driver’s door, her hair hanging over her chest, soaking wet, and not a piece of fabric covering her body. A streak of lightning ripped through the sky, and he got a full view of her luscious breasts, her nipples peaked, ready for his touch. Her legs were spread, and water ran down her body in waves, making little rivers pool over her bare mound before falling to the ground.
He didn’t say a word, just stepped up to her and pulled her against him as he smashed his mouth against hers, drinking her in as he cupped her ass and pulled her close. He moved forward, setting her on the still-warm hood of the car, his arousal pushing against her. He nipped on her lower lip before sucking it in his mouth as his hands roved up and down her back, then moved to her sides and slipped to the front where he could hold the weight of her breasts.
He flicked her nipples before he kissed his way down her neck, licking her taste and the rain off her body before he moved over the curve of her breasts while he squeezed it. Finally, he dipped lower, and took her beaded nipple in his mouth, sucking and nipping the sensitive skin as she squirmed in his arms and screamed her pleasure.
He pushed her back, loving the gasp escaping her lips as he held tightly to her hips and ran his mouth down her belly. The rain splashing over their bodies, only adding to their pleasure. She lay there before him on her elbows, her head tilted down to keep the rain from pooling on her face. She watched him as he opened her farther, then buried his mouth at her core and licked and sucked her until she screamed again.
She shook beneath him as he brought her to orgasm, then kept on going. She released again when his fingers dove in and he sucked her pulsing clit. He eased off her and stood up, looking at the sight she made splayed out on the hood of the car, her body red, her nipples hard, her legs quivering.
He needed more.
“Tell me you’re protected,” he begged. Foolishly, he didn’t have a condom.
“I’m protected,” she assured him, lust burning in her gaze.
He’d never trusted a woman with that before. But he did trust Mallory. With a need that consumed him, he flipped her around, letting her feet barely touch the ground as he grabbed her hips, his thumbs digging into the tender flesh of her ass.
He kicked her feet apart and pressed closer, thrusting forward, sinking fully within her tight heat. That first plunge was heaven and hell. He had to calm himself before he lost all control. He stopped and waited, and she wiggled against him.
“More,” she demanded as she turned her head and looked at him with such need, his heart raced, and he lost his breath.
“Patience,” he said as he slapped her ass, making her gasp. She looked at him in shock before a devilish smile flashed across her lips.
“I said more, now,” she taunted. He was shocked. It seemed his professional FBI agent liked a little naughty during sex.
He slapped her other butt cheek and felt a flash of heat surge around his arousal as she tightened, nearly making him come. She wiggled back against him, and she won.
He held tight to her hips as he pulled out and pushed in. He was done playing. The feel of the rain pounding down on them, the look of absolute lust in her eyes, and the way she clenched him were all his undoing.
He pumped in and out of her at a fast past, hitting against her body harder and harder with each thrust. Her scream of pleasure echoed around them as her body clenched him hard, heating him as she let go, her orgasm taking control and holding her in its power. He surged again and released deep inside her, his own control long gone, his orgasm ripping a call from him that mingled through the storm with hers.
The pleasure went on and on as he remained buried deep inside of her, their panting breaths barely audible in the downpour. When he could finally move again, he pulled from her body, causing a murmur of disapproval as she slid from the car and stood, her legs a little wobbly.
“That’s the best flat tire I’ve ever had,” she said after a moment. Then she winked at him. “And excellent triple A service.”
Green laughed hard as he pulled her against him and lifted her in the air, spinning around. There they were in the middle of nowhere — naked, soaked, and sated — and she was able to make him laugh. He was never letting this woman go.
“We aim to please, ma’am, please leave a good review,” he told her, as he put an arm below her legs and lifted her up, moving to the back of the car.
“I’ll be sure to do that,” she said.
He opened the back door and folded them both inside, where they soaked the leather seats. He pulled out his bag and grabbed a blanket, placing it below them and wrapping them in it.
“I always carry an emergency bag for a moment like this,” he said.
“Mmm, I do love a man who comes prepared.” He kissed her again but pulled back as he started to grow hard once more.
“We have a dinner to get to, so we’d better dry off.”
She seemed disappointed, but she used the blanket to dry herself, then they did the tedious task of dressing in the car. Mallory climbed to the front without having to get in the rain again, and soon they were back on the road.
She fixed her makeup with the items she’d packed in her purse and they arrived at the dinner forty-five minutes later.
They entered the place, getting some strange looks from other patrons, as their hair was soaked, but there wasn’t a drop of rain on their clothes. They smiled at each other for the entire time they were there, staying far apart in case the senator was watching. That just added to Green’s anticipation for the rest of the night to come.
Round two wasn’t very far away.
Chapter Nineteen
Chad wasn’t shocked by much anymore, not after everything he’d seen in the military and as a civilian. People just didn’t surprise him. But today, he was standing in the command center as activity swirled around him.
Brackish was good — he was damn good, and just in case any of them ever forgot it, he was reminding Chad why he was the best of the best.
Brackish had broken the code, solved the riddle, and put the final piece in the puzzle that had been evading the team for far too long. Damien was being framed — there was no longer any doubt.
Someone had put millions into an account under his name, an account he hadn’t
known existed. It had been hidden under multiple umbrella companies that were hidden under shell companies that were hidden behind so many different layers, only Brackish could’ve gotten to the bottom of it. The entire criminal system was brilliant, and the amount of time taken to do this was remarkable, but once Brackish began pulling a thread, he always saw it through to the complete undoing.
“What’s next?” Brackish asked as he turned and stared at Chad.
“Get Damien on the phone, now!” Chad demanded.
“Already on it,” Eyes said as he hammered the phone and dialed Damien.
Those three rings were the only sound that could be heard in the suddenly still room. Panic wasn’t something any of the team often felt as they were calm when the rest of the world was blowing up. But things were moving fast now, and they had seconds to save one of the Anderson family members.
“Hello.” Damien’s voice rang through the speaker system of the office.
“Damien — it’s Eyes. Get your wife and daughter and get in the car, now! Don’t pack anything, don’t call anyone, and absolutely don’t delay for even a second. Leave now. I’ll give you an address while you’re driving,” Eyes demanded. The tone of his voice was unmistakable and no one who knew him would ever question what he was saying. Damien had seen Eyes when a battle was raging. He immediately came to attention.
“My family isn’t here, but I’ll send them the address once you send it to me,” Damien said, giving the team a sigh of relief.
“Go find them, now, Damien. It’s life and death. This isn’t a drill. Get out of your house and get them to safety,” Eyes commanded.
The team could hear Damien moving as he spoke into the phone. Keys were rattling and his breathing had sped up. He was listening.
“What in the hell is going on, Eyes?” Damien asked.
“You’re being framed, Damien. It looks like you’re being set up to take the fall as the money man behind a major drug ring,” Eyes said. “And your death is the final nail in the coffin. They’ve hid it well, but my team is better.”
There was no voice on the other end of the line as rustling could be heard. And then dead silence, but the call was still going.
“Damien?”
No reply.
“Damien, are they there?” Eyes felt terror fill him. We’re they too late?
“Damien grunt if you can,” Eyes said as he motioned with his team to load up. They moved fast.
There was a click of the phone.
“Shit!”
He dialed Damien’s phone again, but it went straight to voicemail.
Eyes whipped his head around to their tech genius. “Brackish, can you track his phone? It just went cold,” Eyes said.
The men were ready to go. They were prepared for whatever was coming next.
Brackish started hitting keys on the computer then replied, “Looks like the phone is dead, which tells me that either he, or someone else, has cut his service, or someone broke the phone, took out the sim card, and it’s gone.”
“What about his wife and daughter, can you get a signal from them?” Eyes asked.
“Already on it,” Brackish said, not even looking up from the screen on his computer.
Eyes knew getting to Damien would take too long from the command center, so he tried calling Green, who was out in the field. Hopefully, he could get to Damien’s house in time.
“Let’s move,” he said to Chad, Sleep, and Smoke. “Keep us on comms, Brackish.”
“Will do. Go.” Brackish never looked up as he worked his magic on the computer.
“Chad, you go with Sleep in one vehicle. Smoke and I will be in the other. Brackish, turn everything on. I want each man traced. If you find his wife and daughter, we’ll split apart.”
They were in their vehicle when Green answered his phone. He spoke before Eyes could say a word.
“Eyes, there’s something crazy going on. Not sure of details yet, but I need you guys to start tracking my location. I’ll call back when possible.”
This night was quickly getting out of control. He looked at Smoke, who was ready to go, sitting next to him.
“Damien might not be trained to our level, but he’s no slouch. He didn’t give up his phone without a fight. He’s resourceful, though. He knows we’re coming, and he should be able to find a way to keep them talking until we get there.”
The men were racing hard toward Damien’s home. They pushed the vehicles to their limits. Eyes driving, Smoke next to him in the lead vehicle. Sleep driving, Chad the passenger, followed behind. They got through the light traffic and near the neighborhood where the Whitfield’s lived.
They shut their vehicle’s lights off about two blocks from the residence, and they slowed to nearly a crawl. As they looked down the intersection running to the house, they were met with a surprise. Three identical cars were in front of Damien’s home. No lights on, no one inside the cars, just shut down and unattended.
“That his house with the cars? Something’s definitely wrong,” Smoke whispered.
“Yes, it is,” Eyes said, bringing the vehicle to a stop, using the emergency brake so not to use their brake lights and alert anyone watching from the windows.
“Brackish, who are the nearest police to Damien’s place?” Eyes asked into his mic.
“There are no on-duty police indicating any activity within eight miles of that place,” came the quick reply.
“Call McCormack, give him the details, and tell him not to call this out over the radio. We’re going to need help here, but I don’t know who’s listening. Tell him to come quietly and without a parade,” Eyes said.
“On it.”
The four men exited their vehicles, came together, and created a plan, keeping as out of sight as possible. They needed to keep civilians safe.
“I’m going to the front door. Once I know you’re in location, I’ll knock and ask to see Damien,” Eyes said.
“Copy,” the three men said before they moved to get into position.
Eyes walked directly to the front door and knocked. He’d removed most of the pieces of gear he’d had on minutes before, knowing anyone who opened the door wasn’t going to be friendly. He couldn’t look like a threat.
The massive door of the house opened, and standing before him was a large man, easily towering over Eyes, wearing a simple pair of jeans and a light jacket. A quick assessment revealed that his right-hand knuckles had been recently used, and he was carrying a handgun, no larger than a 9mm, in a shoulder strap that wasn’t concealed much.
“Hi, um . . . I live next door, a friend of Damien’s, coming over to see if he’s okay,” Eyes said, moving his arms around too much, giving him a look of someone who might be genuinely anxious after hearing strange noises.
“Everything’s fine, go home,” the beast said.
“Yeah, okay. But is he here? I’d like to see him if you don’t mind.” Eyes paused as if he was scared, but not willing to leave his friend. “Who are you? I haven’t seen you before, and there were some loud noises a few minutes ago.”
“Listen, neighbor, you need to go back home now. This is a family issue, and we’re here helping,” was returned.
“Oh. Okay.” Eyes said slowly as if he wasn’t sure if he believed the man or not. The large man’s eyes narrowed. Eyes looked beyond the man into the dark house for any information he could see. He saw another man look over at the door. The guy had the same build as the man standing in front of Eyes. They were obviously hired men with all brawn and no brains.
“I didn’t catch your name, friend,” Eyes said again, taking a step forward, now at the threshold of the door.
“No, you didn’t, and you aren’t going to. It’s time for you to leave,” the big man said before starting to close the door on Eyes. It didn’t work as Eyes put his foot in the jamb.
In a flash the big man grabbed the front of Eyes’s shirt and tried pushing him away from the door, so he’d
be able to close it. He hadn’t been expecting Eyes to have fighting skills, so the man’s face changed to shock when Eyes moved like a snake striking.
In a flash, Eyes pulled the guy from the threshold, down the steps, and had him bound like a pretzel within a few seconds.
“What in the hell is going on in there?” Eyes asked coolly, his stuttering act gone.
“Go to hell,” said the man, struggling in an attempt to get to his weapon. It wasn’t going to happen.
Eyes leaned in, putting pressure on the man’s elbow, stretching it out in an unnatural angle, causing the man to cry out in agony “I asked you what in the hell is going on in there,” Eyes repeated, authority ringing in his tone.
“Piss off, I ain’t talkin’,” the man said through gritted teeth and strained muscles.
A quick pull and twist broke the man’s elbow. Before the scream of pain could be heard, Eyes moved to wrap his arms around the neck of the man. He wasn’t going to kill him, but he applied enough pressure to knock him out. Then he secured the man in zip ties, put his handkerchief in his mouth, and zip-tied that around his head to secure it.
Eyes jumped up and got inside the house rapidly with barely a sound. Before he could get the door latched a hand slid inside it, startling Eyes. He grabbed the wrist and pulled on it hard.
“It’s me,” the barely audible whisper said.
Eyes immediately calmed. Green was there.
Green shifted inside, and they closed the door, then made their way to the bottom of the staircase. The other men in the house hadn’t seen anything go down and weren’t aware of their presence, but it wouldn’t take them long to begin to search for their missing teammate.
In the distance they could hear the harsh sound of a conversation echoing through the house.
In a specific sign language that SEALs knew well, Eyes told Green to go up the stairs and search the rooms. Green did as requested while Eyes crept toward the kitchen. Eyes was glad he’d previously been in the house. He knew the layout and knew where someone could jump out at him.