Storm (Bad Boys of X-Ops #3)

by Rie Warren

  “You’ve got quite the head for business,” she remarked.

  I rolled my hips. “Got quite the head for other things too.”

  “You were arrested during the shakedown you spearheaded.” Damn, Blaize had a one-track mind. Unfortunately it wasn’t the same track I was on.

  I figured if I could get through all her questions, maybe we’d get to the fucking part.

  “Yup. Arrested and jailed after sixteen months underground with the Blood Legion for the CIA.”

  “That was a long time. Made T-Zone have second thoughts about you, Storm.”

  A year and a half. Sixteen dirty months of drug running, gun trading, killing, coking, fucking. The deepest I’d ever been. I preferred the two-week pattern. I preferred not having to play nice with the outlaws at all.

  An entire year of that time I’d spent hooked up with Nikki, a relationship borne of nothing but need.

  All those months with Venom who’d spilled his disease into my mind.

  Getting to know the men. To like some of them. Want to protect a few of them—Angel and Solomon. Only to try to sell them out.

  Only for mission fail.

  I’d been an animal when the Feds had caged me in a high security prison. The sting op went wrong. So fucking wrong. I’d been arrested by folks who didn’t have a fucking clue what was really going on.

  “The CIA disavowed me. You read that,” I said, laying my head back. “They thought I’d turned.

  “They left me to rot.” I brushed my fingers against Blaize’s mouth. “And don’t try to head trip me on that shit. I did my time in the slammer, then I did my time with the shrink.”

  “Shit deal and a shit end to the shit deal.” She curled against me. “Then what?”

  “T-Zone came. Bailed me out.” I half smiled. “Gave me a new lease on life.”

  “What’d you leave behind? Who’d you lose?”

  “Besides my self respect? Besides Nikki?” What? I just wanted to see if I could get that green-eyed monster to rear its head again.

  Blaize stiffened. “Besides Nikki.”

  I blew out a breath. “My mamere.”

  “Your grandmother?”

  “She was all I had left. I had to distance myself.” I hugged my arms around Blaize, kissing the top of her head.

  “Is she still alive?”

  “Oh yeah. Still walloping the caimon in the bayou with a baseball bat while drinkin’ her home-roasted chicory. I’ve managed to come back a couple times to see her, undetected. She lives so far off the grid, and I’m careful. Gotta make sure she’s taken care of.”

  “And your parents?” Blaize asked.

  “Dead. They went the way of the outlaw life. Guess I kinda got led into this. You know, working on the other side of the law. But I don’t blame them.” My fingers curled at her hips, and I dipped my head to kiss the side of her neck again. “Dad was never really in the picture. Not for me. And Mom just got totally messed up in his bad scene. She OD’d. He died in prison—murdered. So it was just Mamere and me.”

  “What about that boy Angel?”

  I stilled for a moment. Blaize was far too fucking perceptive for her own good. No wonder she was the boss lady.

  “You met him yet?” I asked.

  “No. All I know is the intel we’ve pulled on him and about his father.”

  Realizing she’d hit a nerve with nothing short of precision aim, she pulled back and gently grasped my chin so I wouldn’t look away.

  “What is it about him, Storm?”

  I chewed on my lip before letting out a rough groan. “He’s my half brother. He doesn’t know it.” I had a lot of fucking regrets about that, too.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Bare Flesh

  I’D SHED MY TEARS over the whole Angel situation a long time ago. The only sibling I’d ever had had, and he’d never know it.

  “He’s your brother?” Blaize leaned back in the arms I locked around her. “That definitely isn’t in your file. Why haven’t you told him?”

  My lips curled up, not in a smile. “Same mom. But I didn’t even know until after she died. She made Mamere promise not to tell me. Became a moot point after that.” I scrubbed my hands over my face. “I always kept tabs on him once I knew. In fact, when his dad was killed eight months before the first investigation was launched into the Legion, well”—I shook my head—“that was why I made damn sure the CIA put me in play here.”

  “Storm. Are you going to tell him?”

  “What good would that do?” I gazed at her, watching the way the low light in the room made her hair glow like flames in a fire.

  “You’re a good man.” She caressed the bristles of my close-cropped stubble. “And I can see you care about him.”

  I swallowed with a harsh sound, blinking slowly at her. “Yeah. Probably so. The caring about him part. Not the other. I’m not a good man, Blaize. Done some bad shit, you know?” Cupping her hand in mine, I brought it to my lips, kissing the heart of her palm, closing my eyes, inhaling her scent.

  She untangled herself from my lap, but I didn’t want to let her go.

  “I want you to come to bed with me, Storm,” she whispered against my ear.

  My eyes filtered open.

  A hoarse rumble, my voice deepened. “You do?”

  She nodded. “But this is dangerous. You and me. And for once I’m not sure how far we should go.”

  I breathed out through my nose.

  Blaize stood up between my spread thighs, a soft look in her beautiful eyes.

  She undressed slowly, captivating me in every way. Every inch bared only turned me on more, but it was a slow-burning fire that made my belly quiver, my groin ache, my body yearn.

  I inhaled against the soft skin of her belly when she flipped off her halter top, looking up at her as she drifted her fingers through my hair.

  I kissed her above the line of her panties revealed when the skirt slid down her legs.

  She bent to take off her high heels, and I reached just to the undersides of her unbound breasts.

  She was beautiful.

  Honest.

  Driven.

  And worth every painstaking moment I’d held at bay my animal-like lust for her.

  Standing from the chair, I lifted her in my arms. She clung to my shoulders, her face nestled in the crook of my neck.

  I placed her down in the bed, gently. Dropping my clothes to the floor, I crawled in beside her and leaned up on my elbow.

  “There’s just one thing I want from you, Blaize. Not pity. Not worry. Not as my boss. And no ass kicking either.”

  “What?”

  “Kiss me for real.”

  “Is that a directive?” Her arms wound around my shoulders, guiding me down to her.

  “As direct as I get.”

  A low groan rolled from my chest as soon as our lips met. The heat of her mouth, the touch of her tongue, the light tease of her hands up and down my back was summer soft, and highly addictive.

  The slant of her head was perfect and when she drove her fingers into the muscles of my ass, a louder longer groan rushed out of me and into her mouth. My chest filled, pumping like bellows, and I wanted to crash all the way against her, mate her, make her completely mine.

  With a soft graze of her teeth against my bottom lip, she pulled just slightly back.

  “Blaize.” I skimmed my hands from her waist to her hips to her thighs, nudging my mouth against hers. “Fuck, Blaize.”

  She drew her hands up my arms, over my shoulders, locked them behind my neck. “I thought you needed something sweet.”

  “That was more than sweet.” Sweet torture.

  I rolled her to her side, asking for nothing more than her warmth.

  I’d already gotten her kiss.

  I could be patient enough to wait for the rest. All of her.

  “Remember that the next time you want to curse the boss lady, sugar.”

  “Sugar?” My belly rumbled with a laugh. “You learning the
lingo?”

  She sighed with a little sniffle that meant she was ready to head to la-la land.

  I whispered against her neck, “You know you really fall asleep too easily with me.”

  “’M’still awake,” she slurred.

  Uh huh.

  She drifted off just like that.

  And half an hour later, I still needed to get off.

  This room was gonna smell like hot sex by the morning one way or the other.

  Getting up without disturbing her, I cracked the balcony door, poured a drink, and spat into my palm.

  Sitting in the chair, I spread my thighs, hefted my meaty balls in one hand, and drank the whisky.

  My cock rose up to my stomach, a huge thick rod incapable of going soft with an almost naked Blaize in my bed. I took another drink, letting the scotch roll around my mouth as my fist closed over the base of my cock and cruised up to the purplish head. I squeezed, and a drop of precome rolled out. Clear and slippery, the fluid ran down my veiny length and pooled against my sac.

  Blaize shifted in the bed, her arms outstretched, blindly searching for me. With an operative’s instincts that something was different, her head snapped up and she was immediately awake.

  Her eyes darted to me, spread out and naked before her.

  “Didn’t wake you, did I?” I tugged my cock, making it even harder, hotter, pulsing.

  “Fuck. Storm.” She sat up, and as the sheet drifted to her waist I could easily make out the sexy way her nipples tightened.

  My pelvis rocked up.

  I stared at her. “C’mere.”

  She slipped from the bed. She sauntered to me in the silky panties hugging her cunt.

  I placed my drink on the floor, never once slowing the easy jerking motions on my cock.

  My free hand snaked out, and I pulled her forward until she straddled my thigh.

  I snapped both sides of her thong in half and scraped the fabric free.

  Her wet pussy spread open, and she rode the striated muscles of my leg.

  Wet.

  So wet.

  “You’re wet.” I brought her mouth to mine.

  “Hard.”

  “Soft.” My hands dug into her tits gently bobbing against my chest with every slick motion she made on my thigh.

  Leaning over her, I licked her nipples, sucking them in my mouth, playing them on my tongue.

  Blaize wrapped her hand around my cock and jacked me. I grasped her hips and rode her up and down my tensed leg. A muscle twitched in my face as her juicy pussy smeared against me. I wanted her on my cock.

  Looking up from licking her tit, I bit the point of her stubborn little chin.

  She gasped, grinding harder.

  “Coming on my leg, beb?”

  Blaize threw herself into it, rolling over the muscles I kept rigid for her. She fisted me faster, making the tightest tunnel from her fingers that squelched over the bulging head of my cock.

  When I slid a finger inside her, she slammed down on me, shouting out my name.

  “Come.” She gasped. “Come on my hand. Come all over me. ”

  That was an order I could follow.

  I pulled her to my mouth, ate her tongue, finger-fucked her hot slit and drew up tight within her stroking hand.

  Months of thinking about her, being with her, seeing her, and finally touching her . . .

  Coiling around Blaize, I groaned. She creamed against my fingers, and I cascaded all over her hand, her concave belly, up to her breasts.

  “Shit. Ah shit!” My legs shook.

  My toes curled.

  My body fucking melted.

  And all I could smell was Blaize, and hot, and our wet sex.

  Come—hers—rolled over my fingers.

  Come—mine—covered her entire hand and wrist.

  She licked the wet white ropes, moaning.

  I crashed my mouth to hers. “Do that again and you’ll get much more than a cock in your hand.”

  I licked my fingers, tasting her sweetness, knowing I couldn’t wait to be between her legs, head first, eating her out.

  “Same goes for you, Storm.”

  “I look forward to spending a million hours between your thighs with my mouth at your cunt. Put it on the payroll. That’s one fucking mission I won’t fail.”

  Finally catching her breath, she shifted from my full-on embrace. “What’s the score with Nikki?”

  Reroute. Rewire. Hold up.

  I stared at Blaize—meaning I lazily lifted my eyelids to peep at her. “Wait. What?”

  “Apparently you’re the most magnificent lover she ever had. And judging by the fact you followed her outside earlier like a hound dog on the scent of pussy . . . I need to know.”

  “I thought we weren’t talking about her tonight.”

  Blaize cooled with remarkable speed. Way too quickly. She slipped to her feet.

  “You jealous, cher?” My whole body became alert at that possibility. “And all that shit you spouted off downstairs was for real?”

  “I’ve got a lot more reason to be than you do about James Lawless.” She stood back to, and utterly fucking naked with a nice flush from the wicked orgasm making her skin pink.

  Well shit.

  Nice change of pace.

  I rocked to my feet and padded behind her. I kissed her shoulder and held her to me with one hand over her belly. Loved being so much taller than her, the view down was fucking epic.

  Blaize shivered before rubbing the side of her face against my chest. “What is Nikki to you now?”

  Picking her up in my arms, I tossed her onto the bed. I tackled her down, holding her captive, and slowly lowered the full length of my body on top of hers. “If you really wanna know the truth, Nikki gave really good head.”

  Blaize threw me off with two fists balled against my chest.

  She tried to knee me in the nads, too, but I did a duck and roll move before she made contact.

  When she slammed the bathroom door, I stalked outside of it. “Hey, cher!”

  I was met by utter silence.

  “I done slept in that bathtub once or twice before, and lemme tell you, it ain’t good for the back.”

  “Fuck you, Storm!”

  SITREP: Laughing my fucking ass off.

  Chapter Sixteen

  The Second Coming

  BEING A GENTLEMAN, I had, of course, retrieved Blaize from her corkscrewed martyrdom in the bathtub once she’d simmered down. AKA fallen asleep.

  She did the cutest frickin’ thing in her sleep—curling against me, patting my chest, snuggling close. Funny, I slept better with her beside me, quickly drifting off with her ass filling my hands.

  It must’ve been some hours later when I came back to consciousness.

  First thought: goddamn birds chirpin’ too damn loud.

  Second though? Holy Fu-uh-uh-uck.

  There was serious sucking action going on down between my legs. A warm wet mouth taking in the first half of my cock and a hand firmly stroking in time up and down the rest of my rigid shaft.

  I didn’t even reach for the Sig Sauer on the bedstand. And those early morning birds? Fuck. Their chirping was drowned out by the rushing of blood in my ears.

  “Jesus, cher.” Reaching down, I pulled away the sheet, guided a hand onto the back of Blaize’s head, and lifted my own to watch her. “Wake me before you start that next time so I can get the full—”

  I broke off to moan when she rolled the tip of her tongue all the way around the head of my cock before pursing her lips back over the broad swollen crown.

  “Why are you doing this?” Cupping her face, I drew her off my dick.

  Couldn’t believe I was stopping her.

  Shut the fuck up, Storm.

  “If this is about what I said about Nikki . . .” I shuddered to a stop.

  Blaize’s star-bright eyes met mine, and her stroking hand moved lower to cup the heavy balls between my legs. “What about her?”

  “She was only a means. N
ever an end. Never a thing.” I grunted, breathing noisily out through my mouth. “Shoulda said that last night.”

  “And me?”

  “A thing. A definite beginning.”

  With a soft smile on her lips, Blaize curled her tongue around the girth of my cock, riding the plumped veins up and down. “Want me to stop?”

  “No.” Head shake. Head shake. “No.” Gulp. “Just . . . why?”

  Continuing to lazily lap at me, she murmured, “Because I want to. Lie down and shut the hell up if you want me to finish giving you head.”

  Slurp slurp. Tug stroke nibble.

  “I’m going to regret this.” Blaize rose up on her knees and lowered her mouth directly over my cock she held upright in her hand.

  “What?” The muscles in my thighs quivered.

  “Falling for you.”

  Holy mother of . . .

  “I hope not.” I panted. “Not before you finish me off.”

  I could’ve said something romantic like oh yeah suck me harder, but apparently my brain had disconnected with my mouth because Blaize had connected her mouth with my cock.

  Then I nearly blacked out.

  And she went back down on me.

  And I went all verbal—out loud—with grunts and groans and fuck and yeah and . . .

  Blaize took my balls into her mouth—one at a time. Tonguing each one, getting them nice and wet and setting me on edge with both her hands pumping up and down the tortured wet slippery length of my cock.

  When she returned to the main event, she opened her mouth wide and swallowed me down as far as she could go.

  I ran my fingers through her hair, cradled her neck in my palm, pushed up from the clenching muscles of my pelvis.

  The repeated sucking, the delicious licking along the engorged tip, the fancy tongue work on the sensitive underside . . . Hell, the very idea alone it was Blaize feasting on my fat one, licking and murmuring and moaning like she was getting off on it, too, catapulted me to orgasm long before I wanted to give in and blow my wad.

  A low groan stretched my mouth and I crunched up, grabbing Blaize’s shoulders as the hot load thickened my cock then burst into her mouth.

  All I saw behind my eyelids was a white haze. My body wrenched and twisted, that moment of release torqued me almost painfully until pure undiluted ecstasy rolled through me. I bucked against her tongue, hearing her swallow distantly, cracking my eyes open to see white foam escaping around my cock ejaculating in her mouth.