by Teagan Kade
THE BATTLE
A HUSTLE DELETED SCENE
ONE YEAR EARLIER
GABE
There’s smoke and shit everywhere, the acrid smell of gunpowder and shrapnel in the air, but I’ve studied this area long enough to know exactly where I am, even if we are blind.
For some fucking reason comms are down
I crouch behind the skeleton of a van, watching for signs of life down the end of the road. It’s quiet save for the muted pop-pops of distant gunfire.
Yes, sir, Baghdad is on fire tonight.
The source intel on this was sketchy, but I have no doubt a high-value target is up there in the shit-storm somewhere, cowering away behind his bum buddies. He’s ours tonight whether he knows it or not.
All I know is that we have to get down there before the word gets out and this whole thing goes FUBAR when the QRF shows up.
I check my M-4 assault rifle over. Good to go, but I’ll take this cocksucker down with my K-bar if I have to.
My ears are still pinging from the HALO in.
For a moment, the distant minarets silhouetted against the sky look almost beautiful, but they belie the horrors happening below, happening in the very name of everything they stand for.
I look back to the others. They remain in position waiting for my signal, ghosts filling shadows.
The Rangers that have been roped into this mission flank my position.
I take stock. We’re blind, but this opportunity is too good not to pounce on.
Extraction’s not until 0700.
There’s time alright.
Fucking go time, bitches.
The smoke in the alleyway is getting thicker.
I know he’s down there.
So fucking close.
I’m concerned we’re going to be boxed in here soon, no shoreline to guide us home with all this bullshit floating around.
“Keep it tight,” I tell the team. “Eyes sharp.”
Triss is back by my side. She nods to down the alleyway. “We should go. The longer we sit here, the more time he has to fuck off. Do you know who this guy is?”
I’ve seen his handiwork, enough to know a bullet to the head won’t be justice enough.
“Possible aggressor vehicles approaching from the south,” my receiver chirps.
This is my op. We’re dark. I have the final say, but it’s risky.
I grind my teeth together.
“I can get down there,” says Triss, “scope it out.”
“No you’re fucking not.”
She’s itching for action. I know the look.
Rod is at my back. He places his hand on my shoulder. “Senior Chief, what’s happening? The boys want to know if we should set up the BBQ.”
A simple exfil would have been easier.
“Come on,” presses Triss.
“How good’s the intel?” I ask Rodd, constantly scanning.
“Rock solid.”
“Let me go,” repeats Triss.
“No,” I reply, firmer, wondering why the fuck she just can’t take orders like everyone else.
The smoke begins to clear.
I see right to the end of the alleyway. It looks okay, but as anyone who’s skulked around here long enough knows, looks can be deceiving.
Triss stands and starts to run. “I’m going.”
Fucking hell.
My arm twitches. I could easily reach out and pull her back, but for some reason it doesn’t lift. I’m letting her go because I know she’ll be okay, and we need this HVT. We need him bad.
I signal two of the other Rangers to follow her in. They go running past, weapons raised.
Then I see her.
A girl—young, a child—steps out into the open down the end of the alley. She can’t be more than twenty feet from Triss’s position, maybe closer.
I see the wiring, the explosives strapped around her chest. There is no emotion on her face. She doesn’t know what’s going on.
There’s nothing in her hand. The trigger’s remote.
Triss and I lift our weapons at the same time.
We’re too late.
The force of the explosion drives me hard into the wall.
I go rolling off in a wash of debris, shit raining from the sky, my nostrils full of dust and concrete.
Triss.
I hear fire, a dim “Contact, rear!” in my ear.
I roll and lift my weapon, staggering to my feet and finding cover.
Shitheads moving onto the roofs above. “Go!” I shout.
I look back down the alley for Triss, but it’s a giant heap of rubble. There is no way she made it through that.
I see one of the other Rangers clawing his way forward away from the blast, his leg torn to pieces. “Fuck,” I yell, my ears ringing.
I run back and take him under the arm, dragging him to cover as the firefight intensifies.
It’s bad. It’s all bad.
A round zips past, pinging off the wall.
I look back one last time.
She’s gone, I think. She’s gone.
IN DEEP
A HUSTLE DELETED SCENE
The desk creaks and the table lamp is turned away so only the faintest glow makes it past my eyelids. I desperately want to open my eyes, but I don’t want to fuck this up, not now. After all, Gabe’s the one who insisted on the blindfold.
The Office of Veterans’ Affairs, at midnight, empty save for us alone in Gabe’s office. Does it get any hotter than that?
There’s a heat drawing closer. I can smell him, the soapy wash on his skin, the masculine musk.
He takes off the blindfold.
“Open your eyes.”
He lies on the desk beside me, lifting himself onto an elbow and moving over my prone form.
I gasp, gasp like a caricature of a Jane Austin novel.
I swallow, breath passing my lips quicker.
His fingers run down my hair, the side of his thumb pressed against my porcelain cheek. I sense he looks down at me and I know he sees only beauty, that for this one moment I am his entire world.
“Damn, your beautiful.”
“I bet you say that to all the girls,” I purr.
But it’s Alpha Gabe tonight. “I’m going to fuck you now, Shannon. I’m going to slide my cock inside your wet little pussy there and you’re going to love it. Is that understood?”
I nod again, unable to speak. I’ve come to love being submissive. Who would have thought?
“Tell me you want it,” says Gabe.
“I want it.”
“Tell me you want my fat cock fucking your brains out.”
“I want your fat cock fucking my brains out.”
I’ve always wondered how this kind of dirty talk would work in reality, but in context I realise it’s aural dynamite. My sex stretches open, ready.
“Do you want my cock? Beg for it.”
“I want your cock.”
“Ssshhh.”
He strokes my cheek again, soothing me.
His nude, muscular frame puts my body into shadow. It presses against me. His masculine musk fills the sliver of space between us. He leans down closer to me, to my lips. They part in wait, his hot breath upon them and my legs splaying open.
His fingers knit themselves in my hair, my heart racing against his ribs. Our gaze locks and finally he presses his lips to mine in a firm kiss that fast develops into a frenzy of flesh and tongue.
I let my tongue slide into his mouth. All the while his broad body presses down upon me, the heat between us incredible.
My mind flutters. Everything divides up until I am no longer able to put coherent thought together. My body stirs in response, the need growing and the iron bar of his cock pressed against my belly. I think of what it would be like to have it penetrate me, the heat and hot shaft sliding inside my body.
Gabe becomes ravenous, pinning me down and his manhood throbbing against my skin with a life of its own. My pussy splits open, the centre of it gro
wing slick and wet.
His hand slides down to my hip while his head drops to the nape of my neck. There he nips and sucks at my flesh, lips hot against my bare skin.
“I need to be inside you,” he whispers directly into the cornucopia of my ear. His words are so dominant, so utterly possessive I squirm and writhe below him, knowing that on some level this is taboo and wrong being here in a public space but unable to stop myself. The more he kisses me and teases my body, the more I submit.
His hand slides back down to the underside of my thigh. He lifts it up, hooking my ankle against the shallow depression at the base of his spine and in the process exposing my heated pussy to the air. He shifts downwards, the head of his cock starting to jab at my sex. It nudges my outer lips while he calls my name, caught in his own world of pleasure.
My desire grows, arousal running out from my hole and trickling over my taint, our lips smacking together wetly and my hips beginning to rock and shift to have him fill me with his pulsating member.
A hand snakes between us. Thick digits close over the orb of a breast before pulling the nipple into a stiff pillar of sensitivity. His head drops and he takes the teat into his mouth, suckling at my mound until I’m whimpering, wet and begging him to fill me.
I treble, lightly quivering on the desk waiting for his bulging cock to take me.
“Please,” I moan.
The underside of his tongue presses against my skin as he drives his cock into the hot sheath of my pussy.
His lips leave my nipple. It snaps back into position moistly while his hard cock continues to pull across the sensitive floor of my pussy, running right to the opening and then plunging back deep inside until I’m quivering in ecstasy.
I never imagined it would feel this good, so intimate and involved.
Gabe lets out a long groan against my ear, a husky expulsion of air that brings new arousal.
He leans back, kneeling between my legs with his cock still implanted in my hole, lifting me to his lap as he swings into my body.
He grasps hold of my hips roughly, pulling me towards him, stuffing me frantically so that when his shaft runs out my labia goes with it.
He builds into a rhythm, increasing the pace. He grunts with building excitement more animal than man, overpowering sensation beginning to pull the compression of my wetness tight around his member.
My whimpers float in the air, each interspersed with soft coos that, without witnessing the act, one could equate to pain.
He thunders into my rump, pulling me onto his cock until the dark nest at the root of his cock is matted against the puffy lips of my pussy.
He is molten against me, a burning tower of man with only one purpose, my pleasure running secondary to his need to fill and impregnate.
He pumps into me harder, veins bulging on his neck, his brow beginning to glisten with perspiration under the dim lighting. His shaft fills my little quim over and over, steadily building up speed until it’s a blur between my legs.
His balls press tight against my backside, the front of his sack wet with my desire.
What little thought I was hanging onto evaporates until all I can do is feel. My nostrils flare, the sweat and sex heavy, Gabe’s broad shoulders reclining back as he pounds into my body.
He’s close, his cock swelling inside the hot pocket of my pussy, his eyes closed but mine mesmerized by the way my ivory breasts wobble and sway with the actions of the act.
With the pad of his thumb, Gabe reaches down to where our bodies are joined and rubs my clit. He plunges into my steamy depths again and again, his balls tightening and slapping lewdly against my ass. I arch my back up off the desk, shoulders pinned to the woods and his cock driving hard to the very end of me.
Everything I’ve been holding onto and bottling up threatens to burst at any moment as I twist and writhe in blissful agony.
I come—hard and fast and beautiful.
His thumb continues to press against the centre of this pleasure and I sink deeper still into the orgasm, lost in an explosive blast of pleasure throughout my entire body.
He jerks involuntarily, rocking into me softly until his powerful body ceases its assault and we simply remain there joined as one.
I look anxiously into the shadows. “You are one naughty boy, husby.”
He smiles back at me. “No one does naughty as nicely as I do.”