“Someone likes that idea, big boy,” she whispered seductively in his ear. Justin felt his temperature rising as he looked at her with lust filled eyes.
He couldn’t think. He couldn’t speak. All he could do was act on his need for her. All of his discipline flew out the window as he arose quickly from his chair. Justin pressed his hard muscular body against her supple and curvy form as his lips found hers.
She moaned into his mouth as he growled into hers. Their tongues danced passionately while she reached up to the back of his neck and held his head in place. He kissed her hungrily, and she returned his kiss with a feverish need and intensity of her own. Her other hand reached down between them and rubbed his rock hard erection through his pants.
Cammie’s deft fingers undid his belt and pants, unzipped him and shoved his boxers down. She broke the kiss and stroked him as her lust filled gaze met his. Without a word, she sank to her knees in front of him and stretched her full lips around the head of his cock. He groaned as she moaned, his length disappearing little by little inside her warm, wet mouth.
She sucked him slowly, her tongue playing over his glans and along the underside of his long, hard shaft. She looked up into his blue-green eyes with her own dark brown orbs, licking and sucking him as far down her throat as she could take him.
“Mmmmm,” she moaned around him as she sucked his hard throbbing cock. She reached down under her skirt and pulled her panties to one side. Her pussy was wet, dripping with her desire as she slipped two fingers inside herself. Cammie’s eyes never left Justin’s as he watched with lust. He heard the light, wet sounds as her fingers went in and out of her drenched vagina.
“Oh my God, Cammie,” Justin whispered as he shuddered. He felt his pleasure intensify with Cammie’s every new ministration to his manhood. Her tongue, her mouth, her throat all gave him intense pleasure as she sucked him deep. Their eyes remain locked on each other, even when she took him all the way in.
She felt him swell in her mouth and quickly removed him as she grabbed the base of his cock. “Nuh uh,” she whispered with a smirk. “Not yet, baby. I need something more than just my fingers in my pussy. I need you inside my pussy! Fuck this pussy, baby!”
With those words, she hopped up on his desk, pulled her skirt up and pulled her panties aside again for him.
“Your desire is my duty, Beautiful,” Justin replied thickly, moving between her thighs and setting the tip of his manhood between her lower lips. He pushed gently into her soaking pussy, the wetness and her swollen lips welcoming him inside. She moaned in appreciation as he penetrated her, gasping as he slowly thrust his full length into her.
Justin stopped then, holding himself inside of her as he reached down and undid the buttons on her blouse. He pulled the two halves open, and undid the front clasp on her bra to expose her large breasts with the dark chocolate nipples. Then he quickly shed his jacket and shirt, tossing them aside as he leaned down and captured one large nipple between his lips.
He moaned as she did when he started thrusting. Cammie’s hands found purchase on his shoulders as they moved together. She timed her thrusts with his, and soon he was fucking her hard and deep. His cock pounded into her as he feasted on her nipples, and she bit her knuckles to stifle the scream as an orgasm tore through her.
“Ooooh, GOD!” Cammie’s muffled exclamation came through around her fist. “Oh my fucking GOD!”
“Mmm, yes!” Justin said as he let her nipple loose. Then he snarled, “Come for me, baby! Come for me!”
His primal growls of encouragement, timed with his deep rotating thrusts kept her on the edge. When he thrust harder and deeper, Cammie screamed again.
“OH MY GOD!” She shouted, forgetting to stifle it this time. Her eyes rolled back in her head as another titanic orgasm shot through her shaking body. Her inner muscles gripped and massaged Justin’s cock, and soon he felt the need within him as well.
“Gonna come,” he managed as he slowed his thrusting. He didn’t want to come yet, but he knew he couldn’t stave off his own climax forever.
“Do it, baby!” Cammie demanded. Her heaving breasts, coated with a thin sheen of perspiration, pushed him even closer to the edge. Her encouragement pushed him over. “Come for me, honey! Come inside me, Justin! GIVE IT TO MEEEEE NOW!”
“Oh God!” Justin exclaimed with a gasp, as he pushed forward into her, burying himself inside as he started coming. His powerful body shook as he thrust forward with each ejaculation, firing volley after volley of hot cum inside this ebony beauty.
Cammie shuddered again as she felt the hot rush of his seed deep inside her. She shook as his hard cock throbbed and pulsed with each warm volley of sperm. She cried out as another climax rocked her and she locked her ankles together behind his waist. She reached up and pulled him into a passionate kiss, and they quaked together in mutual ecstasy!
Justin reluctantly broke the kiss and looked into Cammie’s pleasure-glazed eyes. She smiled and sighed in satisfaction as her eyes cleared and she looked up at his turquoise gaze. She saw it, then. She saw the love he had for her, and she found herself letting go of the last vestiges of her doubt.
Cammie knew she was falling in love with him, but until now, she didn’t want to let herself go completely. Now, she knew she couldn’t stop herself. Justin was her total package. He was strong, sweet, caring, loving, and he could make her feel again. She didn’t want him to blame himself for Juan’s death. She knew that he did, but she knew he would’ve saved his friend if it’d been at all possible.
“Could you be any more wonderful, baby?” she asked with a playful giggle. “You are everything I ever wanted in a man!”
Justin smiled and kissed her in reply. He helped her up from her spot on the desk, and she quickly pulled her panties back over her leaking pussy. She wanted to keep him inside her all day. She pressed herself against him again and stroked his softening cock as she stood on her tiptoes to kiss him. Then she grinned evilly and sank to her knees, taking his flaccid cock into her mouth again.
“Mmmmm,” she moaned again as she licked and sucked him clean of their combined nectar. She licked her lips, swallowed the last of it, and then rose to her feet. She gave Justin a sweet peck on the lips as she fixed her bra and blouse.
“Wow!” he exclaimed breathlessly. Then he hugged her from behind. “I love you, Cammie.”
“I love you too, Justinian,” she purred, reaching back and turning her head upwards as she brought his lips down to meet hers. “Don’t ever forget that.”
“I won’t, and don’t ever forget that I love you too,” he said. “It’s because I love you, that I want you to go with the others. I need you to be safe, and out of the line of fire. Please, Cammie. Please go with the others to the resort. It shouldn’t take more than a week to resolve the situation with Salvatore and his Russian punks.”
Cammie got a worried look on her face as she turned to face him again. “Honey, please don’t make me go. Is your mother going?”
“Of course she is,” he nodded in confirmation. “She knows about Salvatore, and she’s right to be afraid. After what the bastard did at their reception, after standing as my father’s Best Man during the wedding, she knows exactly how much of a snake he is!”
Cammie breathed deeply and sighed. She felt it, then. He was willing to sacrifice himself to keep her safe. He would kill or die to protect her and keep her out of harm’s way.
“Ok, Justinian, I’ll go,” she said quietly. Then she threw her arms around his neck and held onto him tightly. “Please, be safe.”
“I will,” he replied with a wry smirk. “You aren’t getting rid of me that easily, sweetheart. You know, I don’t usually like the full version of my first name. Coming from you though, I do.”
“Good, Justinian. I like your full name.”
***** ***** *****
Ray sifted through the footage of the Maserati from every camera angle available. Normally, he hated it when someone looked over his shoulder while h
e worked. In this case, though, with Trina looking over his shoulder, he found himself proudly showing off his skills with the new system. It took him and Tam eight hours to get it up and running. The thing would put some supercomputers to shame! He was proud of that, as was Tam.
As he cycled through each camera, he finally found the footage he sought. He zoomed in and cleaned up the image, and there was the license plate onscreen. Without even thinking, he brought up the New York State DMV database and began a search for the license plate number.
He smiled in self-satisfaction at his forethought. He knew that hacking into every DMV database in the country would pay off someday.
“That’s it!” Trina said as she pointed to the DMV information as it popped up.
“It most assuredly is, my dear,” Ray said with a smirk. “No surprise that he’s using an alias. The guy’s a douchebag from way back. The FBI thinks he’s dead. Now…”
He typed into another database and hit enter. “Now, the FBI knows that ‘Saul Falcone’ is a known alias for the alive-and-well Salvatore Lupo.”
“Why did you do that?” Trina asked. “Doesn’t Mr. Wolfe want this kept on the down-low?”
“This is me preparing for a worst case scenario, Trina,” Ray replied gravely. “Now I’m still being a cop at heart. If this whole mess goes south and we end up dead, at least the FBI will know that Salvatore Lupo is still alive.”
“Good thinking, Raylan,” Trina said with a smile and nod of approval. He’s cute and he thinks of everything. Damn! Where have you been all my life, Raylan? She thought. Trina didn’t care about the color of skin when dating, as she’d dated some in the Corps.
“Trina, why didn’t you get married?” Ray asked. “I mean, I know some Marines who have families.”
“Honey, if the Corps wanted me to have a husband, they would’ve issued me one,” she replied with a smirk. Then she shrugged. “Seriously, though. I just never met the right guy.”
“Well, the right guy might be closer than you think,” Ray replied with a smile. There I go again, flirting with a lady that could tear me in half. Oh, hell. I’d let her!
Trina looked at him quizzically for a moment. “You’re right, Ray. You never know.” If we survive this shit, I might just see if you have what it takes, “Mr. Right.”
***** ***** *****
By the next morning, the Wolfe Family finished preparations to evacuate all non-essential personnel and their families. Jared elected to stay, since he had extensive combat experience as a US Army Infantryman in Vietnam. He’d kept in shape over the years, but he convinced his wife to evacuate with the rest of the civilians. “Better safe than sorry,” he told her.
Dino Marcello was a bit surprised when Jared showed up to get a pistol and holster from the armory. He was even more surprised when Jared requested an M-1911A1 as his sidearm.
“For stopping power at close range, you won’t find much better, son,” Jared explained with a crooked smile. It had been years since he fired a weapon, but he knew it would come back to him quickly. Some things you never forget. He thought grimly.
Once he finished outfitting himself, he went into the adjacent indoor firing range and burned through a box of ammo. By the end, he had a tight shot group, and he smiled as he hit the lever to bring the target in closer. Yes indeed. Some things you just never forget.
***** ***** *****
Justin sent ten of his security force personnel to guard the ad hoc convoy to Santa Barbara. The security team rode in three SUVs. One at the head of the line, one near the middle, and one at the rear. The team would stay on at the resort to guard the civilians and their families, so that left Justin ten men short at the compound. Even with Jared and Ray now carrying sidearms, Justin didn’t feel good about being so many men down.
He would be down even more when he sent out surveillance teams to look for possible locations where Salvatore and his men might be hiding. However, he had Ray working on narrowing down the possible sites for a Bratva HQ. He fished his phone out of pocket and looked through his Contacts list.
***** ***** *****
Rick Gonzales sighed as he looked at the fax he’d received from the Red River top brass. As the Operations Officer at the Los Angeles Ops Center for Red River Private Security, he had a cushy job. It was a damn sight better than humping through the Afghan mountains, with a fifty pound ruck on his back and fighting the Taliban and Al Qaeda. Just over forty now, he decided to take his retirement from the US Army. It was a hard decision, but with the Ell Tee promoted to Captain, Wolfe’s Hunters weren’t Wolfe’s Hunters anymore. The platoon that was his family just didn’t feel the same with the new Butterbar in charge.
He looked at the fax again and snorted. He was to take Operations Squad Leader Shepard’s I.D. card and sidearm, subject to termination for dereliction of duty and disobeying orders.
“This is bullshit,” Gonzales whispered to himself. Then he sighed. He’d heard rumors about Red River being into some shady stuff here and there. Deck will give me the straight shit, at least.
His phone buzzed with an incoming call, so he fished it out of his pocket. He smiled when he saw the number and name of Justin Wolfe.
“Hey, sir! What’s going on?” Gonzales said with a smile.
“Can the ‘sir’ crap, Gonzo,” Justin laughed on the other end. “I’m Justin now. Listen, I need to hire a Red River Ops Team. Well, my father does. I’m facilitating the hiring of new temporary security personnel.
“One sec, s… Justin.” Gonzales brought up the list on his computer, of all Ops Teams under his command. Every one of them was out on assignment. After being relieved of his command by the Africa Ops Officer, Shepard was the only one coming back, and he was essentially fired already. He thought quickly and nodded.
“Ok, Ell Tee,” he continued. “I don’t have a team on site right now. They’re all on assignment in various hot spots. I tell you what, though. I have a man coming in. We know him from Kandahar. The assholes in charge of this outfit fired him, but he can definitely help.”
“Who is it, Gonzo?” Justin asked. He couldn’t afford to be choosy right now. Well, not too choosy, anyway.
“Declan Shepard, former Green Beret and specialist in close combat and infiltration,” Gonzales said. “Sound familiar?”
Justin chuckled. “Hell yes, Gonzo! Send him my way.”
“Hooah, Ell Tee,” Gonzales chuckled too. “I’ll let him know you got a job for him. What’s the pay on it?”
“I’m authorized to pay twenty five thousand for this job to each operator,” Justin replied gravely. “This is likely to be a one way trip for some of us.”
“Holy shit, man!” the former NCO exclaimed. “What the fuck’s going on over there?”
“Bad things are going to happen, Gonzo,” Justin said. “I can’t go into too much detail, but the Russian mob is involved.”
“Ok, man. I’ll let Deck know and see if I can find anyone else who wants in. That twenty-five K a pop sounds real good,” Gonzales replied. “We can deal with these Russians, Ell Tee. Don’t worry about that.”
“Worrying about it is my job, Rick,” Justin said grimly. Gonzo knew that when Justin used his first name instead of his nickname, shit was getting real, and real fast too.
“Ok, Justin. I’ll let you know what I can do,” Gonzo said and sighed in frustration. He had some thinking to do.
“Thanks in advance, Gonzo,” Justin responded. “Call me as soon as you have something.”
“Will do, man,” Gonzo replied. They said their goodbyes and ended the call. He sat and thought about what kind of Russians could scare Justin Wolfe. The man was a rock in combat. He didn’t crack, even when his friends fell. He remembered how Justin took it when Juan died. Yeah, the man grieved, but he kept his head and did what needed to be done.
He was still thinking when Grapelli, AKA Grape Ape ushered Deck Shepard into his office. Gonzo knew that there was no love lost between these two, and Ape looked like he was enjoying the s
ituation. The big man had a smirk of satisfaction on his face.
“Thanks, Ape. I need to speak to ex-Ops squad leader Shepard in private,” Gonzo said, scowling at Deck.
“No prob, boss,” Grape Ape replied with a shrug. “I’ll be outside to escort him off the premises when you’re done with him.”
With that, the massive man left the room and closed the door behind him.
“Lock it, Deck,” Gonzo said quietly as he motioned to the door with his chin. Deck complied and then took a seat in front of Gonzales’ desk.
“Good,” Gonzo continued, still in a hushed tone. “First of all, what the fuck happened over there?”
Deck took a deep breath and blew it out before replying. “Well, you know that I’ll do damn near anything to get the job done, but not this time. I kind of draw the line at flooding a village full of innocent civvies in order to frame the rebels and keep a crooked government in power.”
Gonzo closed his eyes and shook his head with a sigh. “I was afraid it was something like that. I think this job just got a bit too crooked for me too.”
“So, what now?” Deck asked nonchalantly.
“Now, I accept your resignation, give you a personal recommendation, and a job offer,” Gonzo responded with a shrug and a smirk. “You remember Lieutenant Wolfe?”
“Hell yeah. Good dude. Does he need a hand with anything?” Deck asked with a genuine smile.
“Yes he does,” Gonzo nodded. “Temp security work. Twenty five K single payday. Not sure how long for the job, though. You in?”
“Twenty-five K,” Deck said, letting out a low whistle. “Must be something heavy.”
“Russian mob,” the ex-platoon sergeant confirmed.
“Is that all?” Deck smirked wryly. Then he shrugged. “Fuck it, boss man. I’m in.”
“I hoped you’d say that, brother. Gives me an excuse to get the fuck out of here too.” Gonzo stood up from his desk and accepted Deck’s I.D. badge and gun. He set them in the safe and locked it.
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