Tactical Error [Black Ops Brotherhood 4] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Bella Juarez

  “Look over to your left, sugar,” James said, handing her a glass and taking his seat next to her.

  Irene knew at midnight there was a huge grand finale of fireworks. It was rumored that the show would go on for over an hour. She turned and saw the first volley explode in the sky. She giggled and tucked herself into the crook of James’s neck. The light from the sky reflected in the waters of the ocean and made the sight even more spectacular.

  “Oh my God! Whatever made you think of this?” Irene asked, kissing him.

  “I hope you like it,” James said.

  “Of course I do,” Irene said, settling back and watching the display.

  * * * *

  JJ had seen plenty of fireworks in his day, both in celebration and in war. This was the first time he actually paid attention. Irene always made him feel like his efforts to make her happy were appreciated. He watched Irene more than he watched the sky. He knew there would be a second display north of the city after this one was over.

  “You know I ditched the captain,” JJ said.

  “What? Where did he go?” Irene asked, looking around.

  “He’s over there with his buddies, the boat next to us that’s so loud. He’ll be back in the morning,” JJ said, running a finger down Irene’s throat and through the valley of her breasts. The halter swim top she was wearing was tied with a simple string in the middle so she could close it and not show so much of her ample cleavage.

  “So? What did you have in mind, Mr. Jones?” Irene asked, kissing him.

  “Let me think…” JJ said as he started to undo the string.

  JJ kissed Irene as he slowly pulled the string loose. Irene broke away slightly.

  “Shouldn’t we go inside?” she asked.

  “No,” JJ said as he knelt in front of Irene.

  “James! Someone might see us. Let’s go inside.” Irene put her hand over his. JJ had his hands at her swim bottoms unsnapping the buttons that held them to her waist.

  “They won’t see us. Trust me, sugar,” JJ said with a kiss.

  JJ knew it would take some work for Irene to get comfortable with the idea getting naked and fucking him outside. He kissed her and lightly stroked her body for a while longer, waiting to feel the point in time where she simply went liquid. At that instant, he knew he could talk her into almost anything.

  JJ loved pushing Irene’s boundaries and making her try new things. He tried to do it in a safe way so it would never be a bad experience for her. They had matching adventurous spirits, only hers had been caged and suppressed for so long it had almost been snuffed out.

  JJ caressed her thighs and legs as he played with her lips and tasted her. Irene relaxed as he ran his hands over her back and arms. He slowly moved back to her swim bottoms and started to unsnap one more button.

  “James…” Irene said, pushing him away slightly.

  “Trust me, sugar. I’m not about to let you get hurt,” he said with a kiss. “Relax and let me make you feel really good.” He looked into her eyes and kissed her reassuringly. The light of the fireworks made her golden eyes catch fire. He kissed her again as he unsnapped the final button. “Lift up that sexy ass, baby.”

  * * * *

  Irene felt her breath catch. The idea of making love to James where someone might be able to see them scared her to death. She might not have been so concerned if there were no one for miles around them, but she could hear and see other people. She hesitated at his latest request. He kissed her again, working his way down her neck in between her breasts. There was nothing to keep him from slightly tugging her top and making her breasts spill out from the now-loose garment.

  Irene opened her eyes, watching the fireworks continue as James set off his own fireworks all over her body. She moaned when he kissed below her ear and untied the halter-top ties around her neck. Irene lifted her hands to her chest to keep the swim top from falling. James reached behind her and unfurled a beach towel. He spread it out on the deck and turned back to her.

  “Come on, sugar. I promise you’ll like this,” James coaxed, kissing her softly.

  Irene knew fighting was useless. James always managed to persuade her to do things she never imagined doing. She quickly looked around. They’d be on the floor. It was dark, except for the light of the fireworks, and even though she could hear others, she couldn’t really tell what they were saying. From her vantage point, she could see people but not really make out what they were doing. Irene stood, kicked off her flip-flops, and James pulled down her loose swim bottoms. She swiftly pulled her loose top off and sank down to the towel. Oh my God! What am I doing?

  James quickly lost his clothes as well. He covered Irene with his body and savored her skin with his mouth and tongue. She closed her eyes. She could still hear the people and the boom in the sky from the fireworks. This was surreal for her. His warm kiss brushed her lips and became more demanding. She took him in her arms and pulled him closer. He could kiss her and make her forget her name.

  Their tongues started dancing and sparring with each other as Irene ran her hands over his taut shoulders and back. James moved slightly sideways and traced random patterns slowly over her throat and upper chest. When his fingertips finally touched her aroused nipple, she gasped in pleasure.

  James traced over her nipple, teasing her with a light touch. Before Irene knew it, he was running the tip of his tongue over her nipple, driving her to carnal madness. She moaned and arched her back into his mouth. He started licking soft circles only to flick gently with the tip of his tongue. He moved to the other breast and grasped it with his lips. He flicked his tongue over her nipple and repeated the circling and flicking rhythm once more. She was writhing underneath him. James had managed to bring her to the brink without ever touching her pussy.

  “James! Please…” Irene gasped in between jagged breaths.

  James’s mouth moved over her breasts and his hand found her mound. Irene parted her legs in anticipation of the release her body was screaming for. His fingertips touched the swollen, tender flesh of her outer pussy lips and moved over it ever so softly. Instinctively, she shoved her hips forward into his hand.

  “Wait for it, sugar. I promise I’ll take good care of you,” James whispered tenderly as he kissed her.

  Irene couldn’t focus on anything but her need for a release from all the sexual tension he was creating. Her nerves seemed to be stretched like a rubber band waiting to snap at all his teasing and petting. Her psyche was focused on James and what he was doing to her. Her inhibitions were now forgotten. He carefully slid his body into position as his hips rocked forward and sought her slick entrance. In the distance Irene heard herself moaning and crying out every time his hands or tongue made contact with her body. James had worked her body and mind into a frenzy.

  “I love to hear you scream, sugar. You wouldn’t believe what that does to me.” James slightly rocked forward and teased her nipple lightly.

  “James…” Irene gasped as he rocked forward again. She had never been so electrified in her life. James growled and pushed. Irene shuddered as his cock breached her pussy and sank deep inside her weeping cunt. She squeezed her eyes shut and dug her nails into his back. It was too late. The shudder in her body built into a supernova as she exploded. She arched her back and screamed as he started a firm, easy rhythm. The release of the heightened tension seemed to make her climax go on forever.

  “Yes!” James snarled as his fucking became harder and faster. “Damn, your pussy feels so good!” He threw back his head.

  Irene’s cries were incoherent as James pounded her into the deck. Her pussy clenched him as he ground himself into her. He reared back and roared as he shoved forward again. James moved in and out, slowing his pace. Irene’s body relaxed and went liquid. He lowered himself and cradled her close.

  “I love you, James,” Irene breathed.

  “I love you, too, sugar.” He kissed her shoulder.

  Irene could see a second fireworks display start to the nor
th of Barcelona. It seemed to be right over the boat they were lying in. She remembered where they were and what was happening around her. She must’ve tensed suddenly because James chuckled lowly.

  “What’s wrong, sugar?” he asked.

  “Nothing,” Irene said, relaxing once more.

  James moved off of Irene and stood. He reached for his clothes and quickly dressed. He knelt and helped her sit. She grabbed the towel and wrapped herself in it before she stood. He sat on the bench seat they had occupied before they literally hit the deck. He pulled her down to his lap. She sat on the bench seat with her legs thrown over his and her head tucked in the crook of his neck in sated relaxation. James kissed her forehead as he wrapped his arms around her. Irene yawned and blinked her heavy eyes.

  “So do you like Barcelona so far?” James asked.

  “You know something. I always thought these places would be exciting. But it’s not,” Irene said, snuggling closer.

  “No? Wasn’t what you thought it would be?” James asked.

  “It’s nothing like I’d imagined,” Irene said. James pulled back slightly and looked at her, concerned. He was afraid she wasn’t enjoying her trip. She smiled and kissed him reassuringly. “It’s so much better. All of these places I’ve been wouldn’t have been half as exciting if it wasn’t for you. It doesn’t matter where we go. You’re the one who will make it exciting for me.” Irene kissed James.

  When the last of the official fireworks displays were completed, they decided to call it a night. While Irene was making her way down to the stateroom, James trailed behind and picked up her clothes. She didn’t bother with pajamas as she climbed into bed with her husband. As they snuggled together, she was asleep as soon as her head touched his shoulder.

  * * * *

  JJ woke at hearing a bump topside. He released Irene and carefully slid out of bed. He opened the door to the stateroom slightly to take a peek outside into the cabin. He saw the young captain stumble to his stateroom and close the door. JJ looked at his watch. It was four thirty in the morning. He chuckled softly as he closed the door. Must’ve been one hell of a party.

  JJ crawled back into bed with Irene. He spooned himself in behind her and fell asleep. A few hours later he awoke refreshed and ready to start the day. He took a quick shower and walked into the galley to start some coffee. He pulled out his iPad and perused the newspapers and news sites for a little while as he drank. The captain stumbled out of his stateroom and into his private bathroom. When he was done he walked into the galley and apologized to JJ for being late this morning.

  “No problem,” JJ said in Spanish. “Was it a good party?” he asked the young man.

  “Fue brutal, señor,” the young captain said, shaking his head.

  JJ laughed and slapped the young man on the back as he refreshed his coffee and offered the young man a cup as well. The captain gratefully took the offering. The men walked out into the bright Spanish sunlight.

  JJ wanted to fish today. The captain took out all the gear that was stowed and prepared it for JJ’s use. Last night, the captain had set some nets to catch live bait. He pulled the nets and found he had a pretty good haul.

  JJ took a seat and prepared his two lines and cast out for the first time in a long time. He sat back and sipped his coffee as he watched the sea and the other traffic out on the water. Many of the other boats were quiet and still. They hadn’t moved since last night. He piddled with some of his gear and arranged another chair for Irene. He was sure she would be moving about shortly. He turned when he heard the young captain call to him.

  “Señor, tu esposa te llama,” the young man said, informing him that Irene was indeed moving around now. “I’ll watch the lines, if you want,” the young man offered as JJ walked past.

  “Thank you,” JJ said, making his way to the cabin.

  Irene was in the galley pouring herself a cup of coffee when JJ walked in. The scent of sweet jasmine filled the small cabin area. She’d showered and dressed while he’d been topside. He walked up behind her and pulled her ass against his cock. He was rewarded with her bubbly giggle.

  “Good morning, sugar.” He growled into her ear as he kissed below it.

  “Good morning, Mr. Jones,” Irene said, wiping up the spill he had caused. “What’s the plan for today?” she asked, taking a sip as she walked away.

  “I’m fishing all day. We’ll be back in port by dinnertime this evening,” JJ said, watching her take a seat at the table. “Will you come up topside with me?”

  “I’ll be there in a minute.”

  JJ returned to his fishing rods and took a seat in the captain’s chair that looked out to the water at the rear of the boat. A few minutes later one of his lines tugged. He was fighting what looked like a good-sized amberjack when Irene joined him. Jorge, the young captain, offered to assist. JJ shooed him away. This was his fight. The battle went on for a good twenty minutes. He finally managed to haul in a good five-foot amberjack. Jorge helped him with the fish and dumped it in the icy hold underneath the bridge.

  “James, what are you doing with all that fish you’re catching?” Irene asked.

  “Jorge’s taking them. He said he wanted them,” JJ said, casting his line out.

  “And do what?” Irene asked.

  “Probably feed his family for a year,” JJ said, giving Irene a quick peck. “Wanna throw this other one back out, sugar?” He reeled in the rod that was still idle.

  “Oh, no. Last time I threw one out, I threw the whole thing out,” Irene said.

  JJ had pretty good luck fishing that day. He managed another amberjack, a grouper, and several good-sized sea bass. Irene sat by his side most of the afternoon making silly little cracks.

  They spent quite a bit of time teasing each other and dragging Jorge into their ridiculous little play fights. At the end of the day the young captain sailed back to the busy marina grateful for the full locker of fish. JJ and Irene went back to the hotel and later found a small, intimate restaurant nearby where they had dinner.

  As they walked afterward, taking in some of the sights along the way, JJ’s cell phone rang. He frowned when he glanced down and saw who was calling. Irene looked at him with some interest.

  “What’s up, Cobra?” JJ answered.

  “I need you, Master Chief. I’ve got a problem,” Lieutenant Commander Corbin said.

  “Where are you? Aren’t you supposed to be in Afghanistan?” JJ asked.

  “Was, I’m in Stockholm at the ECDC,” Corbin said.

  “What the hell is the ECDC? What the hell are you doing there? And why the hell do you think I care?” JJ asked.

  “European Center for Disease Control. We found it and we need to figure out how to take it down. Rock said to call you and have you come here since you were close,” Corbin said.

  “Close? I’m in Spain.”

  “You’re closer than Rock and Dixie right now. He said to bring Irene, it was okay.”

  “That was mighty fucking white of him considering he doesn’t have a say,” JJ snapped. “Hold on a minute.” JJ put his phone out of earshot and looked at Irene. “Sugar, do you want to go to Sweden for a little while?” His answer to Cobra would be determined by his wife since this was her vacation, not Rock’s.

  “Sweden? What’s in Sweden?” Irene asked.

  “Work.”

  “Navy work?” she asked. JJ nodded. Irene shrugged. “Okay,” she said indifferently.

  When he picked up the phone he heard Cobra chuckling. “What the hell’s so funny?” JJ demanded.

  “Rock said you’d need to ask for permission. He said you never leave home without her.” Corbin laughed.

  “Yeah, well, I’m sure that’s why Rock and Dixie aren’t coming. They didn’t get a fucking kitchen pass,” JJ cracked. “I’ll let you know when I get there.”

  “What was that about?”

  “They’re jealous, sugar,” JJ said, putting his arm around her and laying a kiss to her cheek.

  Chapter Tw
enty-Eight

  Arlanda Airport

  International Terminal 5

  Stockholm, Sweden

  June 22, 2009/0918 Zulu

  Irene latched on to James’s arm as they made their way through the Arlanda Airport outside of Stockholm. When they turned the corner as they walked away from the gate, she thought she had just stepped into a huge shopping mall. The Cathedral was the main attraction inside one of the most elegant airports she had been in so far. The birch floors, the clean lines of glass walls, and all the exquisite lighting didn’t make it seem like an airport.

  They walked outside the secure area and were immediately accosted by familiar faces and two new ones to Irene. She focused on the two new faces. The first was Lieutenant Commander Lance Corbin. He was a striking man. His handsomely chiseled face was set off by his jet black hair and blue eyes. He was tall and like all the men in the group was built solidly. He greeted her warmly.

  “Mrs. Jones. I’m Lieutenant Commander Lance Corbin,” he said.

  “It’s nice to meet you, Lieutenant Commander,” Irene said.

  “Man! I still can’t get over that!” Alex exclaimed.

  “What?” James questioned.

  “Mrs. Jones! Damn it, JJ. I just knew Badass would kill you when he found out. We had a pool going. You cost me fifty bucks,” Alex said.

  “Fifty? That was pretty damn good. I lost a hundred to Cobra. He knew it was a safe bet,” Lieutenant Gamez said.

  James shook his head. “See, if you would’ve asked me, I would’ve told you what would happen. I knew I would marry her all along. Right, sugar?”

  “Yes, you did,” Irene confirmed. “There were days when I would’ve lost that bet, too, Alex,” she said, taking James’s hand.

  The woman who stood off to the side would’ve caught Irene’s attention walking down the street. She seemed to keep herself close to Alex. She was one of the most beautiful women Irene had seen. She was tall and athletically built. The woman had long, black, straight hair that was tied back. Her clothes hugged her body perfectly. Her high cheeks and full lips made her look like a model off the cover of a fashion magazine. What made her so unforgettable were her hazel eyes set against her mocha skin. What was interesting to Irene was the fact that the woman didn’t seem to notice how stunning she was or how other people stared as they passed her. She reminded Irene of Amy in that respect.