The Omega Team: Death Sentence (Kindle Worlds Novella)

by Tina Donahue

  “You can’t.” Hallie gripped his arm. “What if they become suspicious?”

  “They won’t.”

  “There’s no guarantee. You could get hurt.”

  “Not gonna happen to me or you.” He eased the specs off her and put them to the side. “Ready to see what you recorded?”

  “How is this even legal? Did the agency get a warrant or whatever you need to use this stuff?”

  “Everything’s handled. You have nothing to worry about, except maybe your food. Don’t want it dried out and shriveled up. We should eat.”

  He wasn’t going to answer her. Reluctantly, she followed him into the kitchen. He pulled out a chair. “Sit.”

  “I’m not hungry for food. I want you.” She couldn’t resist her aching need any longer. Time wasn’t on their side. She brought his mouth to hers and wilted against him, her fight gone, submission complete.

  They swayed and turned tight circles, both trying to get closer, their impassioned kiss unruly. Shoes slapped linoleum. They bumped into a chair. It smacked against the table.

  Hallie pulled her mouth free first and dropped to her knees.

  Chase gripped her wrists. “Wait.”

  “No. Screw the main event, I want this first.”

  “Fine with me, but the oven.” It pinged. “Your food.”

  “I’ll make more.” Twisting her arms, she freed herself from his grip. Frantically, she pushed his button through its mooring and yanked down his fly.

  His musk enveloped her. Nose to his navy boxer briefs, she breathed him in. Her brutal need skyrocketed. Restraint ended. She pulled down his clothes.

  Air whooshed from him.

  She forgot to breathe. His cock brushed her cheek, the skin hot and silky. So taut it looked stretched, ready to split.

  Hallie slipped his rod into her mouth.

  “Jeezus.” He wobbled back.

  She clutched his ass to keep him close and took him in inch by glorious inch, his length longer than most men’s, his thickness and scent electrifying.

  He lost his breath on a prolonged groan.

  A wonderful sound. She wanted more. Staggering enjoyment, earth-shattering pleasure, hope they’d repeat this tomorrow and continue clear into the future. A heady, unreachable dream.

  They had now.

  She opened her throat. His crown burrowed deep. Her nose touched his thick, fragrant thatch.

  Uncivilized sounds rumbled from him.

  She required his unrestrained bellow and complete satisfaction. A memory she could keep in her heart forever.

  Soul-deep passion filled her. She slid him in and out of her mouth, suckling gently, licking his most sensitive spots.

  His knees sagged. He gripped her shoulders.

  She held his crown between her lips and lapped the bumpy skin in back.

  Chase wavered. “Fuck. Shit. Damn.”

  Sounded like a man enjoying himself, though not to the fullest extent. Determined to bring out the big guns, she worked his rod, fondled his balls, and probed his anus.

  His shout filled the room. He blubbered and moaned.

  Too bad she hadn’t worn her spy specs. She’d love to record him losing control. Maybe next time. If there was one.

  Uh-uh. She didn’t want to think about that and increased her pace, worshipping his cock, balls, and tightest opening.

  His swearing grew louder, lewder, too. He fisted her tee, bounced lightly on his heels, and made a strangled noise.

  Cum spurt into her mouth, its texture creamy, taste laced with salt, amazingly pleasant.

  Hallie swallowed his seed. Something she’d never done for another man. Nothing about Chase repelled her. She couldn’t imagine refusing him any act.

  He held onto her and panted. “Holy fuck. Thanks.”

  She released his cock. “You bet. I’m not finished.” She tongued his right ball into her mouth.

  He howled.

  Lucky for him, his neighbors weren’t close. They might have called the cops and reported a possible murder going on in here.

  She let his nut slip out. “You don’t like this?”

  “Huh?” His chin touched his heaving chest. “What?”

  “This.” She lapped his sac.

  He tugged his hair and gritted his teeth. His neck muscles bunched. In another second, he might pop an artery.

  Hallie wasn’t certain if his response meant yes or no. “Maybe this will be better.” She eased his other nut into her mouth.

  “Fuck, are you trying to kill me?”

  She spoke around his ball. “Swarry. You wan me ta stap?”

  “What?” He groaned. “I didn’t understand what you—no, don’t spit me out. You can lick my balls, but slowly for God’s sake. I’m only human.”

  He was way better than that, and seemingly impossible to please tonight. Honoring his request, she tended to him at a snail’s pace.

  His breathing quieted. He yawned.

  She was putting him to sleep. Bummed, she freed him. “Need a nap?”

  “Red Bull. In the fridge. I have three cans left.”

  If he guzzled them, she’d have to peel him off the ceiling. “It’s all right if you need to rest.”

  “No, it’s not. I don’t want to fall asleep. Dammit, I want to keep playing.” He dropped to the floor.

  “Careful.” She steadied him. “You’ll break something.”

  He hung his head. “I don’t care. Grab the cans. Please.”

  “How about the food? That should perk you up.”

  He eyed her. “Having you naked would work better.”

  She couldn’t argue with his reasoning and stripped then helped him lose his clothes.

  He sprawled on the floor. “Mind getting the plates in the left cabinet and the utensils in the drawer beneath it?”

  “Not at all.” They wouldn’t need them.

  Hallie returned, cookware in hand, and put it on the floor near him. She lifted the lid on the meatballs and potatoes. Fragrant steam rose from the dish.

  He propped himself on his elbow. “That smells amazing.”

  “Tastes even better.” She dipped her finger into the rich sauce and slipped it between his lips.

  His lids drooped to half-mast. He licked her longer than necessary. “I think I see where you’re going. I have a better plan.”

  Faster than she believed possible, he had her on the floor, arms and legs flung out like a parachutist falling to earth. “What are you doing?”

  “This.” He slathered her nipples with sauce, blew on a meatball to cool it then placed it in her navel, and created a line down her torso with the pastries. Meat and cheese escaped the fluted edges. He rearranged them, alternating the two fillings. “You look good enough to eat.”

  She giggled. “Screw that. I was going to do you.”

  “Later. It’s my turn.”

  “That’s not fair.” She lifted her chin. “I’m the guest.”

  “My house. My rules.” He touched his nose to hers. “Don’t make me tie you up and gag you.”

  Excitement rather than fear coursed through her. “You like kink?”

  “With you, I like everything. Right now though, I’m starving.”

  He gorged on her nipples, his mouth hot, tongue laving her sensitive flesh. The tips couldn’t get tighter. Her pussy grew glutted, needy for his cock.

  Chase made her wait.

  He fondled her breasts and lapped her areolas.

  The dusky halos pebbled.

  Working his way down her torso, he devoured a cheese then a ham pastelillo. Flaky pastry rained down on her and clung to his mouth. “Holy shit, these are good.”

  Feigning hurt, she pushed out her bottom lip. “I thought I tasted better.”

  “You do. But you’re dessert.” He practically inhaled the pastries and stopped at her navel. “What do we have here?” He licked the meatball and moaned. His eyes rolled back.

  She touched his thigh. “You gonna faint?”

  “Shh. I’
m having an orgasm.”

  Never had she known a man who was as much fun. “Two climaxes in five minutes. Lucky you. Deprived me.”

  He wagged his finger, chewed the meatball quickly, and swallowed even faster. “Don’t say I ever neglected you.” In a flash, he had his mouth on her cleft.

  *****

  Hallie smelled better than the food. Her taste enthralled. If Chase had been a less civilized man, his raging passion would have frightened her and himself.

  Better to take things easy, gauge her response, and let her lead the way. He licked her rigid clit.

  She moaned throatily.

  He didn’t need an interpreter for her reaction. No way could she be wetter.

  Moved by her desire for him and her building trust, he couldn’t rush. He lapped her plump folds and speared his tongue into her opening.

  “No, no, no.” She yanked his head up, which put his mouth near her nub. “There. Please.”

  “Sure?”

  Her laughter mingled with his. “I’ll let you twist me like a pretzel later if you eat me really good now.”

  There wasn’t a man alive who could have resisted her proposition. “If you say so.” He eased two fingers into her cunt, stroked her tight, pink ring with his other hand, held her clit between his teeth and sucked mercilessly.

  She pounded the floor. “Yes! Now, you have it.”

  As if he’d never known or had forgotten how to please a woman. Another man might have been insulted. Chase was glad he didn’t have to read her mind. Honesty always proved better than playing games when building a relationship. He hoped that’s what they were doing. They’d already broken the one-night-stand curse.

  He figured when they passed the six-month stage, they might be home free.

  Tonight, her indelicate grunts and wanton oaths guided him.

  He brought her close to release then snatched it away, making her wait and want.

  She growled.

  Chase released her and lifted his face.

  Perspiration bathed her throat and chest. Her complexion had darkened.

  “You okay?”

  “Hell no.” She clawed the floor. “You’re stopping and starting then stopping. My climax keeps slipping away.”

  “You want to come fast, then? No buildup? Just bada bing, bada boom?”

  Her slender eyebrows lifted. “You watch The Sopranos? I thought you didn’t like scripted TV.”

  “Most shows. They’re the exception. So, you want me to take you from zero to sixty in two seconds?”

  “No. But this is driving me nuts.”

  “Is that why you’re smiling?”

  She touched her mouth. Shock crossed her face. “I didn’t know I was.”

  “Aren’t you glad you have me here to point out the obvious?”

  “Apparently I need it.” Eyes squeezed tight, she gestured imperiously. “Go on.”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  “Wait. I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be a bitch or demanding. I’m just—”

  “Ready?” He went at her with unmasked delight and steely determination to wring every last feeling from her.

  Her climax didn’t come too fast or too slow but precisely as it should have. She screeched high enough to disturb dogs. A grin stretched across her beautiful face.

  The best reward he could have earned.

  Chapter Four

  Hallie had never become friends with the other Zephron nurses. Not for lack of trying. Most came in, did their job, and collected a paycheck. Inmate suffering wasn’t on their radar. As more than one had proclaimed, if you made a lousy bed for yourself, you had to lie in it.

  Florence Nightingale they weren’t.

  Given their indifference to anything other than their own needs, Hallie hoped none would notice her new eyeglasses.

  Shirl did immediately. Fifty and old-school, she’d never sought to move beyond being an LPN. Nor did she hide her resentment at anyone who’d done better for themselves. “Since when have you needed glasses? I thought you were perfect.”

  Hallie brought up patient charts on her computer screen. “Getting old, I guess.”

  “More like working too hard.” She sniffed. “No one to impress here, sweetie. Gatekeeper doesn’t give a crap about any of us, and the inmates would stick a shiv in your ribs as easily as they’d look at you.”

  What a lovely home life Shirl must have created for her husband and kids. “I’d still like to keep the women healthy. Don’t want anything happening to them like it did to Kim.”

  “She offed herself. Good riddance, I say.” Shirl tromped from their shared office to check on the patients.

  Hallie tried to relax but couldn’t. She needed to get Barb Valez in here for an STD check and Next Choice, the morning-after pill. The medication proved effective for up to five days after unprotected sex. Time would soon run out for Barb. Hallie figured Dick was too arrogant to have used a condom or worry about repercussions after the fact. Gatekeeper wouldn’t pay for a paternity test to see who’d fathered an inmate’s child.

  No way could Hallie accuse Dick of anything without proof. He’d wonder how she knew and might take his rage out on Barb.

  Hallie wished she’d mentioned this to Chase earlier so they could’ve devised a plan for him to escort Barb here. Too late now. She called the bubble, hoping he’d answer.

  “Reyes” Dick. “Morning.”

  Hallie’s shoulders ached. “Is Chase there?”

  Dick chuckled. “Your man isn’t around at the moment. I’ll tell him you called.”

  “Wait.” It killed her to ask Dick to bring his victim to the infirmary, but Hallie had no choice. Guards were few and far between. Many ignored her requests. Hopefully, Dick wouldn’t since he’d learned she and Chase were a couple. “I need to see Barb Valez. Please bring her to the treatment room.”

  “What for?”

  Hallie squeezed the receiver, wishing it were his throat. If she stated the obvious about patient treatment being confidential, he’d shoot back that privacy wasn’t a privilege granted in prison. “I don’t want what happened to Kim happening to her or any other prisoner in confinement. I want to check on them, too. Another death in F block and people might ask questions and investigate. That would mess up everyone’s day, wouldn’t it?”

  He breathed hard into the phone.

  Hallie cursed her big mouth. If he hadn’t thought she suspected anything before, he surely must now.

  “Yeah.” He cleared his throat. “It would be bad. The next one who dies better not be a suicide. You plan on counseling the prisoners now?”

  No one had to tell her he wanted to know if she’d learn their secrets. “I’m not qualified. If they’ve lost weight or are listless, that’s a dead giveaway for depression. I can give them something to combat it.”

  “Makes them docile, huh? Nice.”

  Hallie wanted to hang up. “No, it keeps them from hurting themselves. Gatekeeper doesn’t like empty beds.”

  “I’ll have her there in a few minutes.”

  Dressed in prison blue, Barb shuffled into the treatment room, gaze down, manner dull like a POW rather than someone who’d barely lived. Dick had shackled Barb’s ankles and wrists as one would a death row prisoner with an escape history.

  Fuming, Hallie fought for control. “Take off the restraints. I need to examine her.”

  “What’s with the glasses?”

  She turned so he couldn’t see the left hinge. “I needed them and I got them. End of story.”

  “They’re fucking ugly. They make you look like a Bible-thumper.” He laughed. “Has Chase seen them? Bet the moment he does, he’ll tell you to get contacts or he’ll dump you for someone hot.”

  “Please take off her restraints.”

  “What for?”

  “So I can examine her. I need to check the bruising and lacerations from the fight. She should have been brought to me days ago. Why wasn’t she?”

  “We’re busy. She’s here now. I don’t
see anything wrong.” He assumed a power pose, arms crossed over his chest, legs parted.

  Barb drew in her shoulders as Hallie had when she expected her father to hit her.

  This was too much. “Would you like me to put your appraisal in my report, Officer Templar? If she is injured and anything happens, your take on it, not mine, will be up for review.”

  His expression hardened. Red-faced, he took off the restraints but didn’t leave.

  “I need to examine her. You can go.” Hallie gestured him to the infirmary door. “When I’ve finished, I’ll call the bubble.”

  “Not necessary. I’m staying right here. No telling what she’s capable of. Wouldn’t want to leave you alone and unprotected with her.”

  Patient beds were nearby. Shirl and other LPNs engaged in their work. Barb, a ghost of her former self, barely breathed. If she could have disappeared, she probably would have. “She and I aren’t alone. There are more than enough people around to protect me. I also know how to use the alarm.”

  His shoulder mike crackled. Dick spoke into it. “What?”

  “Disturbance in the chow hall,” Edward said. He breathed hard as one would when running. “Meet me there.”

  Dick muttered an oath. “I’m coming.” He crossed to Barb, crowding and intimidating her. “Do anything you shouldn’t and you’ll spend the next year in confinement.”

  He left.

  Hallie pulled the curtain around the treatment table to give them privacy. “You okay?” She touched the Barb’s arm.

  She flinched.

  “It’s okay.” Hallie kept her voice low to keep others from overhearing. “No one’s going to hurt you. I’m here to help.”

  A tear ran down Barb’s cheek.

  Hallie wanted to hug her but didn’t dare. “Please undress so I can examine you.”

  Barb stripped robotically, her spirit gone, hope crushed. Blonde hair hung lankly around her face, the strands greasy. Purple bruises bloomed on her arms, legs, and jaw. Those from the fight had already faded to red. Dick must have given her the newer contusions.

  Hallie’s nausea returned. She treated scratch marks on Barb’s back and neck, the skin maroon and swollen. Despite the antiseptic she used, Barb didn’t react to the sting.