by Allie Adams
“Is this what you want?” He thrust those wicked fingers deep into her quivering pussy. Kat's toes curled and her knees wobbled, threatening to drop her any second. He was relentless and pulled his fingers out, only to thrust them back in. With his thumb, he flicked her clit.
This time her knees did give out. If Spencer hadn't caught her, she would have melted into a puddle right there. He didn't even slow his finger-fucking, his delicious touch building her into what would be an explosive orgasm.
Writhing from the surges of passion he pulled from her with every strum of his thumb, he brought her close to coming. The tension coiling around her womb had her panting for release.
Stroking him with more fervent need, she hoped she gave as good as she received. He swelled in her hand, and had to be close to coming as well.
“Kathryn,” he growled and captured her mouth.
He kissed her hard until she saw spots dotting her vision, then he reached down and grasped her hand to remove it. In the next motion, he lifted and then lowered her, sinking his engorged penis deep inside her. Shuddering, he lifted her and plunged into her again.
“Again!” she cried.
He ground into her, rooting them together as one. Burying his cock in her, slamming their bodies together, the tension inside her snapped like a taut cable.
She cried out as she came, the way he slapped against her sensitive clit enough to drive her over the edge. He continued to piston drive in and out of her slick heat and stiffened suddenly, pumping his seed into her. Half-hollering, half-laughing, he continued to grind against her, releasing every last drop of semen.
Slowly finding purchase back on the floor, Kat's knees wobbled, but held her. Spencer leaned down and kissed her soundly, brushing his lips over hers, parting them with his tongue. They spent several luscious minutes kissing, exploring each other's mouths.
He gave her a harsh growl as he raked his teeth across her lower lip, finally breaking their contact. Looking at him, she licked him off her lips. He watched the gesture with keen interest.
“I'm going to need another shower now,” she told him and wiggled her brow.
“Me, too.”
“What time do you have to meet your boss?”
His eyes, still dark and clouded with carnal hunger, moved over her. “When I get there.”
Her heart leapt and thudded in her ears. He'd never put her before work. Could the surly agent be turning over a new leaf? Kat decided to take advantage of his change.
She wrapped her fingers around his semi-hard cock. He was hot and slippery with the combination of both their lubricating syrup, and had already started to harden again. The walls of her sex vibrated, anxious to accept him once more.
His eyes widened when she caressed his rapidly swelling cock, clearly surprised at her boldness. Hell, she was just as surprised.
Kat had learned this past year that life was too short to be shy. She didn't want to be the timid, quiet lover she'd been in the past. She wanted more, and she wanted this man to show her everything she'd missed.
She'd never, ever made love in a sitting position, as they did last night. And just now? She wasn't even touching the ground as he drove her into a wild orgasm that still had the walls of her entrance trembling in its aftermath. Another first.
“I want you back inside me.”
“You are turning into quite the naughty girl,” His eyes glimmered in playful mischief. “I like it.”
Her body demanded more attention, her moist channel aching to be filled again. It drove her focus. She gently glided her hand up and down his now erect penis. It throbbed in her palm, engorged, and almost purple from the blood pulsing through it.
Wanting to try everything she'd never experienced, she eyed the shower. Sweeping her gaze back to Spencer, she smiled. “Want to get wet?”
His grin widened. “Absolutely.”
FOURTEEN
Spencer ran his fingers through his hair one last time before knocking on Weber's door. He dreaded walking into the office. Once he did, he'd have to give up the only other thing aside from Kathryn that made any sense in his life.
His career.
“Come.”
With a deep breath to calm his tired nerves, Spencer opened the door. The office seemed warmer than normal. Didn't the air conditioning work in this room? It didn't matter. He wouldn't be here long enough to break a sweat.
Weber sat perched in his chair behind the desk. When Spencer closed the door behind him, the SAC didn't even bother to look up. “Don't you smell nice? Just like, what was it? Oh, a flower.”
Goddamn it. He'd heard that? “Funny.”
“Sit.”
Spencer didn't want to sit, and after burying himself inside Kathryn in the shower, and then again as she bent over the sink, he didn't know if he could. Instead he remained standing and crossed his arms over his chest when Weber finally looked at him.
He set his pen down and folded his hands in front of him as he narrowed his eyes. “Do you have trouble with even the simplest of orders, Allen?”
“No, sir.” Spencer tensed but forced himself to relax. A muscle in his jaw started to tick angrily regardless.
“Apparently, you do.”
“Sir, if this is about my being at Kathryn's last night,” he started, but stopped when Weber's eyes hardened. Son of a bitch. He knew better than to begin the conversation.
“You've been there since last night, huh? What, did you run over there right after our talk? You just couldn't wait to throw your career away, could you?”
Spencer simply looked at him, the rage bubbling inside him spiking his blood pressure. He didn't want to lose his job, but he didn't want to lose Kathryn more. He could always find another job. He'd never be able to replace her.
Weber didn't look away. “May I ask why?”
“No you may not.”
“Excuse me?”
“It isn't any of your goddamn business why I went over there.” Enough was enough. If Weber had called Spencer back to turn in his gear, then he should just get it over with already. Why prolong the torture with another lectures?
“I've got a pretty good idea.” Weber stood. Spencer watched him as he walked over to the wall behind his desk. He stopped to study one of the pictures, his hands folded behind his back. “Do you see any photos on this wall of you and me together?”
Spencer frowned. What the hell did that have to do with the price of tea in China? “Not that I can see, sir.”
He turned and met Spencer's eyes. “Because there aren't any. And do you know why?” Spencer didn't answer. “I'll tell you why. Because you like to buck the system, that's why. It's like you take every fucking order I give you as a dare to do the exact opposite.”
Jesus. He sounded just like Spencer's father.
The veins on the Weber's neck visibly throbbed. “I told you to stay away from her.”
Spencer doubled up his fists as he fought to control his temper, the fury beating in him like an angry drum. This was such bullshit. “I did what I had to do.”
Weber walked back over and slumped into his plushy chair behind his desk. “And you are willing to give up your career for her?”
“I'm willing to give up everything for her.” Saying it aloud made it all that more real. It was a conviction that stemmed from his soul.
“Jesus Christ.” Weber rubbed his eyes. “You do realize that means Snyder will take over your team? Do you really trust that he'll be able to handle it?”
“He can do it. He's a good man.”
“So you're okay with me giving him your boys?”
Spencer stopped himself from thrusting his fingers through his hair. “Hell no, but you aren't giving me much of a choice.”
Weber jumped up. He slammed his hands onto his desk, his face crimson. Spencer tensed from the sudden rage. “I gave you a fucking choice! It was your choice to go against a direct order. It was your choice to throw away your career. I can't just look past this, Spence. I told you what
would happen if you started back up with her.”
“This is re-goddamn-diculous.” Spencer folded his arms and drummed his fingers on his biceps to do something with his hands and not put a fist through the wall. Or worse, his SAC. “Kathryn and I are two consenting adults.”
“Oh sure, and you have it all under control as I recall you saying. You didn't have it under control last time so why should I believe this time to be any different?”
“It just is.”
“At least the Miller search ended better than the Haynes search so she won't be blamed for something she didn't do this time. Wouldn't you agree?”
Holy Christ. Not that search again. Spencer sighed and pinched the skin between his eyes to ward off the headache creeping in. Nothing ever changed. For a year he'd defended his actions on the Haynes search, lying through his orthodontically straightened teeth. The guilt ate at him like a cancer. Not a day went by that he didn't regret what he did on that search, and what he'd allowed Kathryn to believe she'd done.
And didn't do.
He'd had to live with that every fucking day, knowing he could have simply told her the truth. Instead, he lied. He lied and she left him because of it.
Spencer rested his gaze on Weber. Although fury still dominated his emotions, a slight sliver of hope crept in. His SAC hadn't asked for his resignation. “Why did you really call me in?”
“You know why.” Although Weber spoke in his typical gruff voice, something else settled in his tone. Was that concern? Relief? Spencer could usually read the man, but right now his expression didn't give shit away.
“If you wanted to fire me you would have done it by now. You aren't the kind of man to beat around the bush.”
Weber leaned back in his chair and studied Spencer for several seconds, but didn't deny Spencer's conclusion. “You and I both know what really happened at the Haynes Search. You were under orders, Allen. We all were. Did that man have to die? Yes. Did she have to take his death personally? No. You could have prevented that.”
“You are oversimplifying things.”
“Am I? Tell me something. Was that search the reason why K-SAR refused to work with us for so long? Did Kat know the truth?”
“No.” Spencer left it at that. She refused to work with TREX because of him. Not that search.
He knew it.
She knew it.
Yet another thing he had riding on his conscience day in and day out.
Weber shook his head. “So why then did you let her believe she'd caused that man's death?”
“It wouldn't have made a difference on the outcome.”
“Bullshit. You could have told her. She would have at least known the real reason you redirected the search. Instead, you chose silence and she chose to walk. Yet now here we are.”
Spencer shook with suppressed rage as he swallowed down the guilt clawing at him. Goddamn Weber for finding the wound and pouring salt into it.
“Just tell me why, and don't feed me any bullshit about not making a difference on the outcome, Allen. What's really going on here?”
Spencer took a sudden interest in the paint coming off the trim on the wall to his left. He didn't need a lecture from this man or anyone else. “I already gave you my answer.”
Weber sighed long and hard. “You really are a tight-lipped son of a bitch sometimes, you know that?” The silence between them filled the room. After several seconds, Weber finally spoke again. “You could have made something up.”
And risk Kathryn seeing right through him? No fucking way. He'd be in even more trouble than he already was. “I had my reasons.”
“I sure hope those reasons were worth it.”
Spencer finally met his eyes. “What do you want from me, Weber?”
“I want you to stay the hell away from her. I'm not saying this as your boss. I'm saying this as someone who doesn't want to see one of his best lose it all. You've worked your ass off to get where you are. Don't let a woman take that from you.”
His frustration edged higher. “Not that I expect you to understand, but I have a chance at some level of happiness here. I deserve it and I'm taking it.”
“And when she finds out the truth behind that search? Don't give me that look, Allen. The longer you play house with her, the closer she's going to get to the truth. What happens then?”
She'll never discover the truth behind that search. Spencer would see to it. “Then we move on.”
“Are you fucking serious? Only an idiot would think that and I know you're not an idiot.” Weber shook his head as he shot Spencer an incredulous look. “She'll never forgive you and you know it. Save yourself time and just let this go. You screwed your chance with her when you let her take the fall for that search. Do you really think you deserve another one?”
Spencer swore, the fury almost choking him, as darkness swirled deep in his soul. He didn't want to believe those words, but damn if they didn't hit home. Son of a bitch. The weight slammed into him so hard his breath hitched. The truth hurt. Fuck how it hurt. He'd tried so hard to ignore it, deny it, pretend it didn't exist, all to convince himself that he deserved another chance.
Truth was, he didn't deserve another chance, plain and simple. He'd let her take the blame for something she had nothing to do with. As long as Kathryn continued to believe she'd caused that man's death, there would always be that wedge of deceit between them. She didn't know the truth, but he did.
Weber spoke again. “Now you understand why I'm so against you starting back up with her. I'm trying to protect you.”
“You're trying to protect TREX,” he corrected in a cool, even voice.
“That, too.”
Spencer tightened his jaw until it ached. He brought his gaze to the ceiling to gather his words carefully. “Weber, there are things I'll do for this agency.” He then rested his eyes on his SAC. “And things I won't. If you are forcing me to make that choice, then do it. I'll turn in my gear right now.”
Weber studied him. “Are you serious about this?”
Spencer held his gaze. “What do you think?”
He didn't look away. “I'm not backing down on this, Allen.”
“Neither am I.”
The two men stood locked in an exchange for several seconds. When Weber broke eye contact and fell back in his chair, Spencer finally let out the breath he'd been holding.
“Why do you have to be such a pain in my ass?”
“I can ask the same.” When he saw that spark of irritation back in Weber's eyes, he added, “Sir.”
Weber wasn't amused. He didn't even crack a smile. “I should bust your ass for talking to me like this, but I won't. At least you waited until we were in private to challenge me this time. I will tell you this. If you ever go against a direct order again, if you choose Kat over your own brotherhood, I'll personally toss you out with the fucking trash. You got it?”
The breath in Spencer's throat caught. He wasn't fired, and he still had Kathryn. Drawing in several breaths before he spoke, he made sure his voice remained steady and not at all conveying the swirl of anxiety pinching his chest. “Can I go now?”
Weber looked at him as if he'd just asked permission to rob a bank and kill all the hostages. “I haven't even started in on why I called you here. Now have a seat. We need to talk.”
Wonderful. Spencer slowly sank into one of the rickety metal chairs. It popped and creaked in protest. He turned when his jeans rubbed against him wrong. Damn, he hurt. He twisted again to relieve some of the discomfort.
After he settled, Weber asked, “Comfy?”
No. “So why did you call me here if it wasn't to fire me?”
“We've picked up chatter.”
Finally. Something about the job and not his personal life. “What kind of chatter?”
He glanced at Spencer, gravely serious, his face suddenly stony white. “We have reason to believe Kat's life may be in danger.”
A cold chill washed up Spencer's spine. The news hit him like an iron fi
st. Every muscle in his body tightened and sent his protective nature into overdrive. He stood and paced from one end of the small office to the other, his guts cramping in rage. In fear. Who'd want to hurt her? “When? How? Why wasn't I—”
“Intel informed me late last night,” Weber interrupted. “It kills me to admit this, but when I heard you were with her despite my direct order, I was so goddamn relieved. You have no idea how tense I was when I couldn't get a hold of her.”
Spencer stopped pacing and stared at him. Oh, he had an idea, all right. His pulse rate spiked. “Why were you so concerned?”
“Believe it or not, I do have a heart.”
That didn't answer the question. Spencer let it go. Right now, he didn't give a shit why Weber cared. He wanted to get to the bottom of the threat. “How did intel pick up on this?”
“It came in an email to K-SAR that we intercepted.”
“Why are you monitoring K-SAR's email?”
“We monitor all of our contractors' emails. McKoy says the IP traces back to the fucking cabin.”
Spencer went back to pacing. “How? It didn't even have power. How in the hell could it have Internet?”
“That's your takeaway from this? I tell you about a death threat to your girlfriend and you are more worried about whether or not you can Google from it?”
Goddamn it. “McKoy tracked the IP? Since when do we get our intel from a member of our own field team?”
“There's an entire litter of McKoys, most of them either in TREX or training to be in TREX. I'm sure they are all equally irritating. I picked Logan McKoy for field work after seeing him shoot. He took a gnat out at three hundred yards in high wind. The man makes sharp shooting an art form.”
“Fascinating.” He didn't give a shit about McKoy's sniper skills at the moment. “What does any of this have to do with Kathryn?”
“The intel is from the oldest McKoy, Charis. She's even more annoying than her brother, always talking and making these noises to fill the silence.” Weber grabbed a pencil from his desk and kept his hands busy. “But, like I told you, she puts Aims to shame on a computer, so I tolerate her. She told me about the email. It reads like a text book. That's how detailed it got on what this sick bastard wants to do to her.”