He smiled and shook his head but then said quietly, “Ricco and I are one our way back to the hotel, we are one person heavy, get the guys, meet us in the back parking lot.”
“He is alive?” Fling said incredulously.
“And kicking, but not for long,” Boomer said.
“Fucking A, I will never be able to repay you for giving this to me,” Fling said.
“Just watching him die will be thanks enough,” Boomer said and then he hung up the phone.
Ricco came to him and put a hand on his shoulder and said, “Our car is here, just down there.” He pointed and Boomer nodded. They moved slowly, bumping each other in the shoulder a few times.
Ricco said, “When we get back, you and your brothers will have the basement room to deal with him, while you are doing that, I will make arrangements for afterward.”
Boomer nodded and said, “Thanks.”
Ricco chuckled and said, “If you are really grateful, you could allow me to have dinner with the charming woman you escaped with.”
They took a few steps, and as they were close to the car that pulled up, Boomer punched him in the chin and Ricco stumbled and laughed. “I guess that is a no.”
“Ya, think?” Boomer muttered and then got into the car.
Fling and the others were waiting, hell, when they saw Boomer they all looked relieved to see him, well he thought so until he got out of the car and suddenly out of nowhere his arms were full of a little woman who had jumped and wrapped her arms around his neck, and legs around his waist yelling, “You bastard, I thought you were dead. I thought you had died before I could actually beat the crap out of you for being an asshole about shit.”
Boomer fell back into the car, his arm instantly going under her ass to hold her up, and right himself. “Uh, Georgie?” he muttered and she leaned out and glared at him.
“No, you don’t get it, we are gonna fight, you are an asshole, I am a bitch, yada yada yada. Get the fuck over it,” Georgie snapped and Ricco got out of the car on the other side and laughed.
“Take that back, man,” Ricco said. “She is a little bit more, how should I say, outspoken than I would normally go for.”
Boomer shook his head and said, “You have no idea, and you should try it, there is nothing like having someone be your complete equal in every way.”
Fling snorted and said, “Great, can she blow shit up too, we need to have someone in case you are already gone.”
Boomer shook his head, “Nope.”
“Too bad,” Fling muttered and then said, “Georgie, do you think we can borrow him for a few minutes, we have business to take care of.”
She sighed and then said, “Yep, have at it.” She leaned forward and whispered in his ear. “But when you get up to the room, we will be discussing what you and the Furies really do, Fling was kind enough to share, and I get it, but we need to work on your delivery.”
His eyes went to Fling who was shaking his head and looking at the ceiling and said, “I had a weak moment, woman, I was under duress when I told you, forget everything I said.”
“Whatever,” Georgie muttered and jumped down but not before kissing him. “See you in a few.”
Ortiz looked at all of the men standing before him with his one eye that was open. He knew this was the end and he didn’t give a shit, he was not giving them what they wanted. They were hurt, half of them were barely standing up, he wished a few of them would have been taken out in their ambush, unfortunately Ortiz learned in the last hour what mistakes he had made. It pissed him off, but whatever, his sister would avenge him, this he knew.
“Where is she?” Fling said one last time and Ortiz laughed and shook his head.
“You will never find her,” Ortiz said.
Fling nodded and then pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and said, “So, what you are saying is, that your sister, Marta, is not currently in the care of a physician at a retreat in Columbia. This one I believe.”
Ortiz squinted and he growled when he saw the name written on the paper, they had been playing with him this whole time, the torture was all a mindfuck. He would have been impressed if it had been anyone else, not these fucks.
Fling took the gun Boomer was handing him and he grinned and put the muzzle right next to the asshole’s head and he whispered, “See you in hell,” right before Fling pulled the trigger and got the satisfaction of watching the bastard die.
He turned to the Furies and said, “Let’s go home.”
Chapter Fifteen
Ricco had insisted they stop in Las Vegas and stay in his hotel, free of charge. Of course she hadn’t argued, even though Boomer had growled at the man and warned him if he hit on her again, Boomer was going to scoop his lungs out with a spoon, which was gross and she told him that visual was not necessary. He had been apologetic, and then agreed to stay the night.
They had arrived a little after three in the afternoon, and yeah, she still felt like she smelled a little, but apparently that was normal according to MDog, who was actually a licensed MD, who would have thought. But he had explained deprivation of sensory smell while in the tunnel, it would take a day or two for her honker—his words not her—that made her laugh and find out he was actually a Pediatrician, which was adorable, to get back to normal.
So when they arrived, she had been excited when Ricco had told her to go to the shop in the lobby and pick an outfit. She hadn’t argued, because he owed her for scaring the shit out of her when he walked into her suite in El Paso. He agreed and she made him pay. The dress she picked was short, black, and sparkly. It was perfect and when she had gotten into the shower and cleaned up, Boomer had grudgingly gone and bought a suit to wear to the dinner in the upscale restaurant in the lobby as well.
The rest of the Furies had gone back to San Diego, promising to pass on her message to her parents that she was fine and would be back the following day. Yeah, she avoided that phone call, because her mother would have demanded she return immediately, but Boomer and her, they had a few things to work out, one of them being, their non-fight, according to him, and their fight according to her.
Boomer was still injured, and so she had made sure last night she had avoided touching him; however, that only pissed him off and so she agreed, if MDog gave him a clear bill of health, she would go along with his need to claim her properly, only after they had sorted out the whole fight/non-fight thing.
When they were at dinner he had called MDog who told her he was fine. Then they had hashed out how they were going to handle fights in the future.
“You and I are going to fight.” Boomer had smirked. “I hate to tell you, but I enjoy you standing up to me, and you enjoy me not giving you an inch.”
She had argued with him for a second, that is until he set a little box on the table and pushed it to her. Georgie had narrowed her eyes and him, but she had opened it. Inside was not jewelry, which she had been happy for, they hadn’t discussed her eclectic tastes in silver instead of gold. Inside though, inside was a key, she looked up at him in confusion and he grinned at her. “My spare bike key.”
Her eyes had gotten misty and she had grinned at him. He remembered, when they had been in the tunnel, they had been talking about her building bikes, she told Boomer her perfect guy would be willing to let her work on his bike whenever she liked. He had laughed and said no man would allow that. But he had, and she knew what he was saying and she had done the happy chair dance in her head.
“Yeah, baby,” Boomer whispered and said, “said that out loud and doing it not in your head.”
“Crap,” she had said and looked around to the amused people who noticed her.
They had enjoyed their meal, and when they stood to leave, Boomer had noticed the large posters in the lobby about the shows the hotel put on, one of them was scantily clad women prancing around with huge head dresses on, she had snorted and said she could do better. Boomer picked her up and carried her to the elevator, making her laugh when he demanded her prove it to h
im when they got to their room. Apparently he had a little bit of a fantasy, one she would be more than happy give to him.
Boomer chuckled from the bed and she looked over her shoulder at him and grinned, “Are you sure you’re up for this?”
“Oh yeah,” he said huskily and she smiled and turned on the radio, making the room fill with music, she turned the dial until she found one that was slow and sensual, oh yeah, she thought and turned.
Boomer folded his arms over his head, relaxed his head on them and waited for the show to start. She blew him a kiss and his grin got bigger, and she saw he was already hard, figures, she thought and he rolled his eyes, dammit, she thought and bit her lip. She moved to where he was relaxing and winked at him.
Georgie leaned over and put her hands on the side of the chair, looked at Boomer right in the eye, then leaned forward and used her teeth to pull out the buttons on his shirt. She was slow and moved her hips slowly with the beat of the ballad. She started at the bottom of the shirt and moved up slowly so he was focused on her, not what she was doing and so when she stood, she apparently caught him off guard. He grabbed her hips and tried to pull her forward, she shook her head at him.
She winked and then closed her eyes, raised her hands over her head, and swayed to the beat of the music, turning and showing him her backside, and she heard him suck in his breath when he saw the bottom of the panties she was wearing. They were pink and lacy that matched her bra; the whole thing was see-through except for strategically placed skin toned fabric that made it seem as if the whole thing was see-through.
Turning back around, she caught the heated look in Boomer’s eyes and wanted to cheer. She was seducing him; she was so proud of herself for being so bold. Never had she done anything like this, she wasn’t really a girly girl.
Then she slowly began her striptease again. Finally finishing unzipping the dress and then teased him by taking it off one shoulder and pausing. Then she turned and took it off the other, looking at him coyly over her shoulder. Georgie dropped the dress by lowering her hands and standing with her back to him. She swayed her hips widely and then turned.
Boomer was sitting up when she turned, eagerly looking over her body. She teased him still and danced around the chair motioning him to move to the bad, he obliged, but remained just out of his reach. The music changed to another song, this one was a little faster and had a better beat.
She unsnapped her bra and held it to her, held the bra up, and continued to dance, the end of the song was coming and she shimmied and shook her shoulders and Boomer’s eyes were drawn to her breasts, waiting. She smiled and then in perfect timing, she dropped her arms, and grabbed her bra and tossed it while taking off her underwear swiftly, the garment flew at Boomer and landed on his head. She giggled when he pulled it off, looking surprised but happy that she was standing naked in front of him.
She shyly crawled on the bed and pushed him back. She was taking control this time, like she had wanted to the other morning. She grinned when she saw his cock was already hard. She was just glad she didn’t have to lay there naked trying to be sexy while undressing him, because he took care of it so fast, her head was spinning.
Boomer smiled at her and urged her up so she lay on top of him. She kissed him soundly before moving down his neck. His cock was straining toward her but she teased him. Kissing his neck and ear, and whispering what she was planning on doing to him. She could feel his breath hitch when she described in detail.
“I’m going to kiss every inch of your body, starting right here, then move to your chest and tease your nipples. I will stroke your cock with my hand while I kiss my way down your stomach. When I finally reach your cock, I will take it in my mouth and give you so much pleasure you will be ruined for other women,” she whispered and turned a little red again. She wasn’t used to talking dirty, but damn he inspired her.
She was happy to see that it affected Boomer just as much. He panted and brought his hand up to her breast and teased her nipple while she was talking to him. He rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, making her nipple pebble nicely. She moaned and then took his ear lobe in her mouth and bit on it gently and then whispered some more.
“Baby, I want to taste you, I want to fuck you, and I want to be yours. I am so wet for you I swear when you slide into me you will only feel how much I want this.”
“Holy shit. Georgie. I almost came just from hearing your dirty talk,” Boomer growled and grabbed her hair and tilted her head back and he latched on to her neck, she moaned and held tight, loving the feel of his forcefulness. When he let go, he said, “Get on with it, baby, I am not gonna last.”
Georgie laughed and then kissed his neck, and trailed down to his chest. She ran her tongue in a circle around his nipple. She loved how his chest was smooth but for a small patch of hair then thinning into a sexy trail to his groin. She finally sucked one of his nipples in her mouth and bit gently. She then did the same thing to the other side, and he was moaning.
She grasped his thick, hard cock and pumped it up and down a few times, making sure that he knew that she was going to do exactly what she had said. She gripped it hard and he moaned and she knew he wanted her mouth on him.
Slowly she cupped his balls while she kissed her way down to his stomach. When she finally reached his shaft, a pearl of cum was releasing. She licked it quickly and heard him suck in his breath as she took his tip in her mouth and licked around the top slowly, getting used to the taste of him. She loved the feeling of power right now.
Georgie held on to the bottom of his cock and lowered her mouth slowly over him, trying to take as much as she could. He was so large; she only could take about half of him. With her hand, she set a rhythm of pumping his lower cock while she took care of the top with her mouth. She smiled as she heard him moan her name.
“Georgie, your mouth is like heaven, fuck, baby,” he said and she smiled as much as she could around his cock.
She sucked him in to the back of her throat and then swallowed. Georgie thought he was going to come off the bed as he yelled for her to do it again. She made a few more passes and then felt him tugging on her arm.
“I want to come in side you, baby. Get up here,” he growled and she kissed the tip of his cock and then crawled back up his body.
She straddled him, holding herself up right over his hips, and smiled at him. “You liking this?” she asked.
“Any better and you’d be killing me,” he said and held her waist as she lined up with his cock. She slid down on him slowly and sighed at the different feelings she was having from the position. It was like he was stuffing her to the rim. She braced her hands on his chest and moved a little then gasped when she felt him move deeper in her.
“Oh my God,” she whispered and closed her eyes. “This feels amazing.”
He laughed and then suggested she move herself a little, lifting up slightly and then back down. She quickly got the idea and began moving her hips, setting a slow and teasing pace. She leaned over and offered him her breast as she moved over him.
Boomer took her offering and palmed her breast, holding it for his mouth to envelope. She sighed and then pulled his other hand to her unattended breast and showed him what she wanted. She rubbed her nipple with his palm and then when she knew he was going to hold her breast, she put her hands on the side of his head and began to pump.
She moved faster and faster, undulating so she hit her own clit with the tip of his cock. When she felt the passion begin to take over, she yelled for him that she was ready and he nodded and she pumped once, then twice, and held herself to him while he emptied his seed in her.
Georgie collapsed on his chest exhausted. “You killed me,” she whispered and he laughed and rolled to the side holding her close, cuddling.
Boomer’s last thought was, what a way to go. And he fell asleep wrapped in her arms.
Epilogue
He was up, it was his turn on a mission and with everything that had gone down two weeks
ago, Ridge wasn’t sure if he was going to actually go, he really needed Fling here to back him up for one, and also to handle Tank. Fling and Sunny had taken a week off, taking their two kids and disappearing to visit Titan, Birdie, and Devon’s grave and let them know how everything went down. They were also closing things in LA up totally, which meant that currently their President was still gone.
Bear and the other members of the Furies that were injured were still recuperating. Ridge Runner and the others who had remained in San Diego were picking up the slack, not a damn one of them cared but when they had received their delivery of papers like they had been expecting, it had come with another job. One he wanted to complete himself, one he had to.
He ran his hand down his face and looked out into the main room. He caught Bear’s eye who was sitting at a table with the Roarks, their three girls, and their men. He hadn’t yet gotten used to the family whom had now adopted the Furies as well as the Ops. Sonia Roark was one scary woman. Bear nodded to him and put down his beer and kissed his woman before coming to the office.
“What’s up?” Bear asked.
“We have a request,” Ridge said and Bear frowned at him.
“A job?”
“Kinda,” Ridge said and handed him a piece of paper. “Apparently someone’s daughter is currently somewhere she should not be. Her family had asked the State Department to smooth the way for her to return home. The country in question, isn’t feeling too kindly to the request and claims she was sent there to spy on them in the first place. They found her looking through the desk of a foreign diplomat. She said it was harmless, but they are taking it as an act of our government trying to find information.”
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