Before he kissed her he whispered, “We will never hurt you nor will we let anyone ever hurt you again.”
Chapter 9
Chad stared at Alexa as she slept. Michael had gone downstairs hours ago, and Chad had already taken a shower. It was nearly eleven and she was still sleeping. During the night she had moaned a few times and called out for Susanna, but then they both snuggled closer to her and kissed her cheeks and shoulder until she calmed down.
His gut clenched and he had difficulty going back to sleep. He knew that Alexa had some trouble in her past. There were certain things that Monte and BJ had hinted at about Susanna. They also knew that Alexa and Sally were on the run, and Susanna had helped them escape when Susanna was abducted. Chad couldn’t even imagine how he would feel if something like that happened to Alexa. She was already so timid and shy. She was young, too, only twenty-three years old, from what Susanna had told him. She needed men that could keep her safe and make her happy. After last night, he was determined to get her to confide in him and Michael so they could help her heal.
He gently moved the hair from her shoulder and looked at her skin. It was smooth and firm, and she had all the right curves in all the right places. They totally hit the jackpot with her. He smiled at the thought.
Son of a bitch! I’m in love with her.
* * * *
Michael stood in front of the computers while he spoke to their commander on the secure line.
“What intel are you talking about? Mason didn’t go out. His job was cancelled.”
“And lucky for him or there would be two agents missing,” Commander Franks replied.
“What’s going on?”
“Michael, we’ve received some intel information that just about proves Nate isn’t coming back.”
“What? What kind of information? How can you be sure?” Michael asked. He felt his gut clench. His heart was pounding inside of his chest. This was part of the job. He and his brother, Chad, knew that it was a risk, but they were working for the government and making great money. They both accepted that, but lately, they weren’t so into the missions anymore.
“There was information sent through one of the secure lines about an unidentified male being taken from Motel Velez outside of Santa Catalina. He was described as being six feet, muscular, blond hair, an American who had been staying in the motel for four days. One of our people checked this out, and it was confirmed that Nate was staying at the hotel in that room for approximately three days and is now missing.”
“Fuck.”
“It gets worse. Through witness accounts, as if the individuals who did this wanted it to be seen, we are being told that they covered his head with a sack, beat him then threw him into the back of a black, sedan with tinted windows. As much as I pray that he is still alive, we know how these men operate.”
“He was halfway through his time there. Just four more days and he would have been relieved by another agent. At least that was my understanding. So what the fuck happened that Santos’s men were able to identify him?”
“Not sure really. Within hours, Santos’s men annexed the motel. Everyone was questioned, and there was some chatter about a package.”
“So maybe Nate did find out some information and he was able to send it out to the agency?”
“We have not received anything yet. He knew to be careful even in an intense situation. He wouldn’t just send it directly to the agency.”
Michael thought about that a moment. A few of the men, the ones in this special unit, set up a post office box in Dallas. It was under a false name, but still, it was a means to send something secure from a foreign country, no matter what was going on.
“We’ll have to keep a look out for it.”
“Well I can tell you this much, we have law enforcement in all different agencies trying to crack down on Santos’s operation. In a matter of hours, you’re going to hear about a situation in the United States where cocaine from Santos’s operation in Columbia was being shipped through the United States Postal Service.”
“Damn. How the hell was he doing that?”
“There are about five carriers who are going to be busted within the next few hours. Basically the drugs were shipped to certain homes on these carriers’ routes. The carriers interceded the deliveries, collected the boxes, and then delivered them to the appropriate locations. It’s believed that at minimum each individual was delivering over eighteen kilograms of cocaine to dealers. This is an incredible bust and has a lot to do with this unit’s investigative work in Columbia and Panama. We have to ensure our agent’s protection, and we have to bring down Santos.”
“I agree, but there’s also the possibility that Santos is handing over his operation to another person. I know both Chad and I touched on this with you a few days ago, but it’s a possibility.”
“That’s right, you mentioned a man named Solandro Cruz, but there aren’t any photos of him. That was going to be part of Mason’s mission but we called it off. It’s not safe to go back there right now. Plus if our intel is correct, someone of great importance from the Santos operation will be visiting the United States shortly.”
“Really? That’s not something Santos has ever done. He has people who handle the drugs and the dealings here. Why would he risk being captured?”
“Your theory might be correct. Maybe this Cruz character is taking over and he wants to see all that belongs to him. It’s something we hope will come true. By next week, before his supposed arrival, I’m sending in a group of twenty-five agents to hit one of Santos’s larger production sites right off the border of Mexico on US land. The higher-ups want to hit one of the main distribution centers so it sends a message that we’re onto him and we mean business. They want to tighten the reins. This fucking guy is out of control.”
“I understand. Keep us posted and let us know if you need our assistance.”
“I thought you and Chad and some of the others wanted to cool it down for a bit? You still thinking about getting out?”
“Eventually, but if he killed one of ours, if Nate is dead, then we need to take care of our own.”
“I understand. I’ll be in touch.”
Michael hung up the phone and took a deep breath.
He didn’t like the feeling that he had inside. He wasn’t confident that Nate was still alive. He had known himself that it was getting sticky over there. Both him and Chad felt it during their last visits. It was time to pull out of there and hit this fucker with everything they had. Perhaps the next steps the unit’s advisers were taking would prove disastrous to Santos’s operation. He could only hope so.
He glanced at the clock and saw that it was nearly noontime. Alexa had been sleeping soundly when he exited the bedroom early this morning. He felt the heavy weight in his gut. He cared for her so much already. It was something he had fought against, and when she admitted to her innocence and allowed them to take her virginity, it sobered him and made him possessive and greedy. She was young, too young for him in so many ways because of the life he had led thus far. He’d traveled all over the world doing wild and crazy shit for the government. His unit was a unit of killers, patriots, and survivors. They loved this country and what it stood for. They fought to keep drugs, illegal weapons, and other things detrimental to the American people out of the States. They each served in war, conducted secret operations, and saw more shit in their young careers than most senior military men saw in a lifetime. That was their unit and they were all getting antsy to get out and let a new group of soldiers take over.
He didn’t like knowing that Santos or Cruz was headed to the States. It didn’t sit right with his gut feelings. He was angry and upset that these people may have killed Nate. He worried about Chad because he knew that he would volunteer to head out with the newest group to Mexico to invade the operation. But Michael’s thoughts were on Alexa. He didn’t want to give her up. He didn’t want to leave her now, when they had just begun what he hoped was a long-lasting relat
ionship. After last night, he wanted things he had never thought about before. He wanted a family, he wanted kids, and he wanted to settle down and forget about his military career. After growing up in an abusive household, with their drunk father who basically drank himself to death, their impressions of family had been corrupted. Foster care, more abuse and neglect—before their aunt Teressa took them in—was their only hope of not ending up on the streets selling and doing drugs, or in prison or dead.
He ran his fingers through his hair. He saw that look in Alexa’s eyes last night. The fear and intimidation, and it irked him that something he did had caused that reaction in her. He wanted to know about her life. All he needed to do was call a few people and use some of the software he had on his computer system, but he wouldn’t do that. He would get her to confide in him and Chad. Perhaps they could heal one another of their pasts and focus on a future between the three of them.
He took a deep breath and sighed then shook the thoughts from his head as his cock hardened. Just the thought of her beautiful, sexy body had him fired up and ready for another round of sex. Chad was probably having her right now. One fucking night with the woman and he was starving for more of her. She belonged to him and Chad. No other man would ever have her, touch her, make love to her. He’d taken her virginity, and suddenly his world was turning upside down.
He adjusted his crotch and placed his hands on his hips as he looked around their private office. He was barefoot, no shirt on, ready to go see Alexa and thinking that a decision needed to be made. If Nate was dead, his death needed to be revenged. Going to Mexico for the bust would help achieve that revenge, but to capture and kill Santos or Cruz here on US soil would be even better. He felt that tightness in his gut. It was an uncertainty that was growing deeper with thoughts of continuing this dangerous career. Not now, when he found Alexa and started to believe that life was worth living, when there was someone worth living for.
* * * *
Alexa stood under the spray of hot water after brushing her teeth. She had been awoken by Chad, dressed in only camo pants, no shirt, staring at her while she slept. It nearly scared the heck out of her when she opened her eyes to find his blue ones looking serious and stern.
“Is the water okay?” he asked as he peeked around the corner of their huge, custom-built shower.
She turned, still feeling shy for some strange reason and intimidated by his nakedness.
He chuckled then turned her around and lifted her up into his arms. He pressed her back against the tile wall and she gasped at his strength and fluid actions. Chad was an attractive man, with blond crew cut hair and big blue eyes. His facial features were similar to Michael’s. He was defined and muscular. Every inch of both of them was. She loved that even when she was alone with one man she thought about the other man. They were equally cared for. He lowered his mouth to her breast and feasted on her as the water washed over them. She ran her fingers through his hair and felt the various indentations on his scalp. They were scars, she just knew it. And her gut clenched at the thought that they were soldiers and had battle wounds from their experiences. He pulled on her nipple with his mouth and teeth. She gasped and her pussy clenched with need.
“Please, Chad.” She thrust her hips against his weight. She could feel his long, hard shaft against the crevice of her ass cheeks. She wondered what it would feel like when he finally took her there.
He pulled from her lips. “Hold on to my shoulders. I need to be inside of you, baby.”
She took a deep breath and held on to his wide, muscular shoulders as he adjusted her lower half. She felt the tip of his cock at her front entrance as he held her gaze. He reached for her hips to secure her in place as he pressed forward. He thrust deeply, their bodies locked, and she hugged him to her.
“That feels so good when you’re inside of me.” He licked across her skin but didn’t move. She could feel his thick, hard cock snug against her vaginal muscles.
“It’s like heaven to be inside of you, baby doll.”
He kissed her neck, her chin, then her lips before he pulled out and shoved back into her. Chad began to thrust his cock in and out of her channel just like he thrust his tongue into her mouth. He ravaged her, made her drunk on his kisses, the feel of his cock, and the way his hands roamed over every inch of her. She was so petite compared to him, and he was so damn strong it turned her on and made every feminine instinct cheer in celebration. She wanted this so badly. She needed a capable man, strong, loving arms, and a sense of security that only an able man’s touch could supply. With Chad and Michael she would be getting double that.
“So fucking tight and hot. I can’t last with you, Alexa. You’re so perfect, baby.” He increased his thrusts, the water splashed around them, and she felt her insides tighten as her moans grew louder.
He cupped her ass cheeks, spread them as he penetrated deeper, rotating his hips, bringing on a series of tiny orgasms within her.
“Oh, Chad!” she screamed her release, and he thrust fast with crazy speed as he grunted then growled her name against her breast.
He was breathing rapidly as his cock pulsated inside of her. She held him to her breast and caressed him until he began to kiss along her skin then to her mouth.
“Mine.” He plunged his tongue between her lips and ravaged her mouth once again.
* * * *
She was drying her body off when she looked into the mirror and saw Michael standing in the doorway. He was bare-chested, his arms crossed in front of his chest, and he was only wearing boxers.
She swallowed hard.
“Good morning, angel,” he whispered in a gruff voice that sent goosebumps over her flesh. She began to turn toward him when he stopped her.
“Stay like that,” he stated, and she tensed. Michael was a demanding and bossy man. He liked control at every moment. Some feminine instinct inside of her wanted to challenge that control and yet embrace it. He was sexy, macho, and so fucking good-looking her pussy was leaking right now from his presence alone.
“Place your hands on the counter and stay facing the mirror.”
Oh God, what is he going to do?
Her legs shook, but she held his gaze through the reflection in the mirror. He had a great chest. There were muscles, a light dusting of hair that led straight past his navel and disappeared into his boxers that tented out in front. She licked her lips.
“You like what you see, baby?”
“Yes,” she replied without hesitation, and a small smile fell on his lips then quickly disappeared.
“Keep your palms on the counter but step back and spread your thighs. I want to see what’s mine.”
Holy shit.
She had to stifle the moan she felt. He was making her so aroused, and she felt naughty, too. How did he do that?
He stepped closer and looked at her through the reflection in the mirror.
“If I let you touch me, what would you do to me?”
She took a small breath. She could do this. No problem, she was a fast learner.
“I’d kiss your chest. Then lick and suck on your nipples.”
His eyes darkened and he moved against her but didn’t touch her yet.
She felt herself tighten up as he closed the space between them. She lowered her head and closed her eyes as she tried to remember that it was Michael behind her.
“Open your eyes. Look at me,” his strong voice commanded, and she locked gazes with him.
“It’s you and me, Alexa. No one else. No fears, no bad memories, only new ones shared between Chad, you, and me. Got it?”
She nodded her head but felt her legs shaking.
He placed his hands on her hips. She jerked a little and he gripped her firmly. A calm expression met her gaze in the mirror. Michael gently moved his hands along her waist to her ribs then under her arms to her breasts.
He cupped both breasts in his hard hands, and she moaned from the sensation. She felt his cock between the crevice of her ass cheeks and her b
ody hummed with awareness of his masculinity.
He used his thumb to arouse her nipples.
“You see how your body reacts to my touch?”
She nodded her head.
“You’re going to learn my touch and Chad’s. This body, every inch of it, belongs to us, Alexa.”
He leaned down and licked up her spine as he released one breast before using his other hand to press against her belly then down between her legs. As he cupped her sex, she pressed her ass back against his cock.
“That’s it, baby. It’s me, your lover, behind you, and you need to get used to this position. Do you want to know why?” he whispered, holding her gaze through the reflection and pressing two digits up into her wet pussy.
“Yes.” She panted, then pressed her ass back against him again.
“Because I love this ass, Alexa, and I want to watch my big, hard dick get sucked in by this gorgeous, tight hole.”
“Oh God, Michael.” She moaned and released a bit of cream from his words.
He moved his hand from her breast and swiped some cream from her pussy as he pumped his fingers into her.
“You like the sound of that, Alexa? Do you want Chad and me to fuck you together? Me in this hot, wet pussy and Chad in this tight virgin ass?” he asked then swiped the wet finger against her puckered hole. She pressed back against him. The tip of his finger penetrated her sacred hole.
Holy fuck, that feels so good and it stings and it arouses me and, oh God, I’m losing my mind.
“Oh, Michael,” she moaned aloud.
“You’re so hot and wet, and I want inside you now, baby.”
He pulled his fingers from her pussy and immediately replaced them with his cock. He grabbed her right hip, and he started pumping into her while he pressed his finger into her ass. She screamed his name as she counterthrust back against him.
“Fuck, Alexa. Oh damn, baby. I can’t!” he roared and she screamed as they both exploded together. He slowly pulled his finger from her ass then wrapped his arms around her waist as he laid his head against her shoulder. He was squeezing her tightly with his cock still deep within her.
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