Her breasts hung free as he slipped the bra from her shoulders. He was on fire and had one goal in mind. Cupping a breast with his hand, he teased her nipple with his thumb and felt it harden. Then, leaning into her, he drew as much of her other breast into his mouth as possible and grazed her nipple with his tongue and teeth.
The sensation of her breast in his mouth sent a rush of moisture between her legs. Pulling his shirt free from his jeans, she ripped it over his head and mourned the loss of his mouth in that moment. Her hands went to his jeans and worked on freeing him as he helped relieve her of her jeans.
The pulsing ache of need between her legs was soothed as his fingers found her wetness and stroked. Soft moans fell from her lips as his hand worked her core. Before she knew it, he’d shuffled them over to the sofa with his cock straining for attention.
“Come here, baby,” he whispered as he took in her naked body. Her breasts were as perfect as her hourglass shape. He’d never had sex with a woman at work before, so this was a first. Something he hoped to repeat again and again with her.
With a smirk and a raised eyebrow, she stepped forward and rested a knee on each side of his thighs. Lowering her body, she eased him into her core.
The pleasure of him filling her had her biting back a groan. And when he pressed his hands into her hips and pulled her clit against him, she leaned forward, putting her mouth near his ear. “You’re killing me,” she panted. She wanted to lose herself in the sensations overwhelming her, but if she gave over to the pleasure, everyone in the building would know what they were doing. And even if Mike didn’t care, she did.
“Just relax,” he murmured in her ear as he lifted her body up his length and then pulled her down again, loving the bounce of her breasts as the movement jarred her body.
She eased into the flow of their dance, helping him move her body in ways that brought them both to the edge. And when his thumb pressed against her clit, she buried her face in his neck, her teeth grazed his skin, and she rode him through her climax.
As her teeth nipped him, and he felt her come, he let himself go. Gripping her hips, he helped her ride his cock, keeping her pace fast as she weakened from her orgasm. Her channel gripped his cock, and throwing his head back against the sofa, he gritted his teeth to keep from roaring through the pleasure that washed over him.
Alisha rested her head on his shoulder as her breath returned to normal. She didn’t want to get up. She wanted to be held and to hold onto him all night. She didn’t want him to go back out into the dangerous world of terrorism. She loved the safety she felt in his arms.
Her skin tingled with pleasure and goose bumps rose as her breathing returned to normal and her skin chilled. “That was amazing,” she whispered as she pulled away and looked into his eyes.
“And you were even quiet. I’m impressed,” he teased.
She playfully shoved his shoulder. “I’m not loud.” Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
He barked a laugh. “Yeah, you are.” He nodded his head. “But I think it’s hot, so don’t hold back on my account.”
His cell chirped, and he knew their time was up. He picked up the cell from the sofa cushion from where he’d tossed it moments before. Reading the text, he said, “Times up.” Stroking his fingertips down her arms, his gaze heated as he took another glance at her breasts and then cupped her face in his hand. “I love you,” he stated.
“Love you, too,” Alisha replied. She didn’t want him to go, but she knew the importance of what he did. He was a man unlike most men. He risked his life because of his commitment to doing the right thing. She eased out of his arms and bent to pick up her panties and jeans.
He whistled as she gave him a great view of her ass as she gathered her clothes. “You’re determined to keep me here, aren’t you?” he said, standing and adjusting himself and his pulled up his jeans.
“Don’t get any more ideas,” she replied as she slipped the straps of her bra over her shoulders and then eased her panties up her legs. “But maybe you can get a replay when this is all over.” She gave him a smile, hoping that he didn’t see her fear.
Pulling his arms through his sleeves, he replied, “That’s some powerful motivation.” He shoved his shirt back into the waistband of his jeans.
Now, fully dressed, she stopped him at the door. “Be careful,” she said, pressing her hand against his chest. Her worries were now destroying the natural high their love-making had produced.
He covered her hand with his. He wasn’t going to jinx himself by promising he’d be back soon or that it would be easy. But he did want to allay her fears. “We know what we’re doing. And we’re gonna outnumber them.”
With one last kiss, Alisha stood frozen as he walked out the door and headed for the conference room.
23
Jack smirked at Mike as he sat down beside him at the conference room table. Leaning towards Mike he asked, “Your head where it needs to be?”
Mike huffed and set his thick arms on the table. “My head is perfect.” He appraised Jack with a cool expression and continued, “But yours is looking a little green.”
Jack scraped a hand over the ruff stubble that covered his chin. Yeah, he was jealous. Mike had a chance to treasure the woman he loved before going out to meet some bad dudes. He’d wanted to hold Bella in his office and taste the sweet honey of her lips, but he’d had to settle for some hand holding. Which, if he thought about it correctly, was a step in the right direction. A few days ago, they’d had a professional relationship that stopped at the wall she’d erected to keep things professional. At least he was breaking down that wall and making his way to her heart.
Cole cleared his throat and looked at the men in the room with him. They were exceptional people and operators. Mike and Jack, Tyson and Ryan, and Logan were scattered around the conference room table. Each man would accomplish any task that was set before him. He was glad they were on his team.
Cole began, “Good to see everyone. A lot has changed since we last talked. Mike and Jack, good work with Suliman and Mariam. They are set up in the break room. Logan has them on camera and will be monitoring them full time.” He pointed at Logan, who had his laptop in front of him. “They are without internet and phone, so we know they cannot contact anyone. The ATF is on route to Sultan’s Feast to collect the goods in the basement. I forwarded Omar Zafar’s name to Captain Wallace and the FBI.”
Cole pointed at Mike and Jack and then continued, “You will accompany the FBI when they raid Omar Zafar’s apartment. Logan will text you the details for the meet-up sight for this assault.
Mike and Jack nodded in agreement. They were happy to have help on this. As much as they couldn’t wait to take down the cell, they hated paperwork and the spotlight. And when the news hit that a terrorist cell had been taken down, the FBI would get the credit and save them from the press. They loved their work, but they didn’t love the media spin concerning their work.
“Tyson and Ryan,” Cole pointed a finger and then crossed his arms over his chest. “Good work at Adeel Shah’s house. The number you got from the neighbor was helpful. Logan has located the cell. It appears they have stopped at a hotel for the night. Logan will send you the address. You will accompany an FBI team in their retrieval. You are there for support, not as leads.”
At Cole’s words, Logan broke his focus from Suliman and Mariam long enough to forward on the hotel information to Tyson and Ryan. He didn’t like virtually ‘babysitting’ the couple, but two FBI contacts were on their way to collect them. Then he would focus on the bug some more. The technology fascinated him, and he wanted to get back to it.
Cole shifted his weight on his feet. He felt like he was spinning plates as quickly as possible to keep them from crashing to the floor. This level of intensity made his adrenaline rush. He’d missed the exhilaration of the hunt. “Once Adeel and Amani are in FBI custody, you are to search the room and their vehicle. The FBI will impound the vehicle and do a more thorough search w
hen they get it to their headquarters.
Tyson and Ryan nodded in agreement.
Cole continued, “Both teams are to check in when they are finished. One of the teams will then head over to the hotel whose business card Ryan and Tyson found in the trash at Adeel’s house. It appears to be where Aditya was staying. Hopefully you’ll find some good stuff there.”
At Aditya’s name, Logan’s heart clenched. He’d never imagined her to be the monster that she was. She’d appeared to be everything good and kind, but a killer had lurked under her false façade. It sickened him that he’d fallen for her. He couldn’t imagine that any of the other guys would have fallen for her deceit. He wasn’t looking forward to going through whatever information they found at the hotel.
“Any questions?” Cole asked.
Everything seemed to follow standard protocol, so the men each shook his head and checked his cell. The texts from Logan waited to be read.
“Get to it,” Cole said. He watched as his men headed to the armory to suit up. He wished he could accompany them. He loved the rush. But he was needed here. He’d stay in the loop from here and help Logan with any logistical issues that arose.
24
Jack double checked the Glock and then slid it into his boot. They’d grabbed several guns before leaving Savage Security. They didn’t have nearly the firepower they had when they’d gone on missions in the Middle East, but he felt confident that he had enough for this situation, especially since the FBI would be armed. He assumed a few snipers would also be in place.
Jack drummed his fingers on the passenger door and then rotated a little to look at Mike. “Why do you always get to drive?” The question came out gruffer than he’d wanted, but he knew Mike’s feelings wouldn’t wilt.
Mike chuckled. “Because I’m the better driver.” He hated it when Jack drove. Sitting in the passenger seat drove him out of his mind. Truth was, he was a control freak when it came to life.
“No way in hell that’s true,” Jack snorted. “Is it a control thing, or are you intimidated by me?” Jack had the highest score of any of the men at Savage Security on the defensive driving course. He’d be intimidated by himself too. Good thing he was a one in a billion kind of man.
“You never lack for confidence,” Mike replied with a shake of his head. “Typically, that’s a good thing, but with you, it just comes off as arrogance,” Mike jabbed and then laughed. Jack was the best partner he’d ever had. The man could take a joke without his feelings getting all crinkled and acting like a pussy.
“That’s what I thought. You’re a control freak. Tell me, does Alisha like that side of you?”
A big smile broke free on Mike’s face as he glanced at Jack. “Alisha likes all sides of me.” He did not need to be thinking about Alisha right now. He’d already almost lost her once to Pacey. He didn’t need a repeat of that with this Hazeem and Adeel mess. That’s why he had her locked down at Savage Security. When he’d told her that’s where he wanted her, she went without protest.
“Of course she does. And you think I’m arrogant,” Jack replied, nodding his head with a smirk as they made their way through downtown Carrisburg.
Mike eased the truck into a church parking lot and cut the engine. “We’ll walk the two blocks to the FBI van.”
Jack nodded in agreement and glanced around as he got out of the truck. Since it was after midnight, everything was dark. The stores and businesses were closed. Most of the apartments were dark; only a few had a dim light glowing from behind curtains.
This area wasn’t far from Sultan’s Feast. Mike wondered how it was going with the ATF collecting the weapons from the basement. Hopefully word of their presence wouldn’t spread and cause the suspects to flee.
They walked through the streets to the meeting point. The FBI van was well disguised. It was a windowless, white utility van with a large sign on both sides advertising the locksmith company that the van supposedly belonged to. Although the company didn’t exist, if anyone checked, they’d get a recording stating the business hours and website address.
Omar Zafar lived on First and Oak Grove, above a bakery. The van was parked a few streets over. The FBI agents checked-in at the van and then proceeded to their stations. Mike rapped on the van’s back door and waited.
A woman opened the door to them. Her dark hair was pulled back into a high ponytail and her fit frame appeared bulky beneath the bulletproof vest. “Welcome,” she said, motioning with her hand for them to step into the van. “I’m Agent Nadia Kouri.”
Jack pulled the van door closed behind him. He and Mike hunched over so that their heads didn’t hit the ceiling of the van. Two men sat beside each other looking at computers. Each computer screen was divided into sections It was obvious that they were watching the video cams on the agents’ helmets.
Mike extended his hand to Agent Kouri. “I’m Mike Lewis, and this is Jack Black.” Mike motioned to Jack.
Jack smiled and gave a head nod. Extending his hand, he said, “Tell us what you want us to do.”
Agent Kouri assessed the men before her. They’d come prepared. They were dressed for trouble and carried weapons and backup ammunition. It was obvious to her that they’d be assets in this operation, which was something she often wondered when she was asked to work with people outside of her group. She didn’t like the unknown aspect of working with other groups.
Agent Kouri picked up two tactical headsets and handed them to Jack and Mike. “Here are your comms. They’re two-way.”
Jack and Mike slid them on.
“Testing. Testing,” Agent Kouri whispered.
“Gotcha,” Mike replied when her voice seeped into his ear.
Jack gave a head nod. “Heard you both,” Jack whispered.
“Good.” Agent Kouri stated and then pointed at the computers. “As you can see, most of our people are in place. Snipers are on the rooftops. Several men have taken up spots outside the bakery along the street in preparation. We have confirmed that at least five men are in Omar’s apartment.” She looked at Jack and Mike. “There may be more. The team we’ll enter with is stationed in the alley between the bakery and First Street.” She pointed to the spot on the computer screen. “We hope to avoid a shootout. There are apartments above Omar’s and on each side.”
Damn. “What about the tenants. Is anyone getting them out first?” Jack asked.
Agent Kouri inhaled deeply and set her hands on her hips. “That may draw attention to what’s going down. We could lose control very quickly. Surprise is our best friend.”
“So each bullet needs to hit its target,” Mike stated.
One of the men at the computers turned and looked at Mike and then refocused on the screen in front of him.
“Let’s try to do this without firing a single bullet,” Agent Kouri said. The last thing the FBI needed was for this to go to hell with civilians getting shot or killed. The powers that be also didn’t want to risk removing the neighbors because that would tip off Omar and take away their surprise advantage.
Jack kept his face expressionless. He’d learned a long time ago that keeping his face a blank slate was best, but he wanted to roll his eyes in exasperation. Whoever gave that order had a lot more faith in the terrorists in the apartment than he did. He knew that Omar and his friends would be armed and motivated to shoot. They didn’t care about civilian casualties. There was no way this was going down without bullets flying.
Mike’s jaw clenched. “Anything else?”
“No, they’re waiting on us.”
“Us?” Jack asked.
“Yes,” Agent Kouri replied. “I’ll be there for translation, if needed.” She snorted and eyed Jack and Mike. “Don’t worry, I can handle a gun, too,” she added with snark and pushed open the van’s back door.
As they walked onto First Street, Mike caught a glimmer of light on the rooftop across from Omar’s apartment. He’d found the first sniper.
Mike, Jack, and Agent Kouri eased down the alley and
joined the waiting FBI team. Everyone had guns and wore the appropriate tactical gear. They quickly made introductions and then the team leader, Agent Craig Hurtz, a hulk of a man in his early forties, gave the go ahead.
The team silently hustled down the street towards the bakery. A homeless man, covered in a dirty poncho stood and joined the group while another man came out of hiding and took up the rear.
Agent Hurtz gripped the door knob and opened the door. Readying his gun, he entered the stairwell that led to the apartments above the bakery. It was a challenge to keep the combat boots quiet as they ascended the stairs, but each man took light steps to diminish sound.
Agent Hurtz led the way down the hallway and then took position beside Omar’s door. Another agent joined him on the other side of the door as Agent Smothers moved in front of the door with a dynamic entry battering ram. It was compact and powerful.
The rest of the team lined the short hallway. Everyone listened for sounds from the apartment. Men’s gruff voices filtered through the door. It sounded like they were arguing.
Mike and Jack followed Agent Kouri as she made her way to the door and listened. The men in the apartment were arguing in Farsi. Jack could make out a few phrases, but he wasn’t fluent in the language.
Agent Kouri summarized what she could make out. “They know something’s wrong,” she whispered over the headset. “Hazeem failed his mission, and Adeel has disappeared.”
They needed to make their move. Agent Kouri made eye contact with Agent Hurtz and nodded. She stepped out of the way and adjusted her stance as Agent Smothers took up position with the battering ram.
“Ready,” Agent Hurtz whispered.
Agent Smothers pulled the battering ram back and then thrust it forward. The cheap wooden door buckled on impact. Agent Smothers stepped aside to allow the others to enter.
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