The sound of his zipper sliding down was camouflaged by the television in the other room, thankfully, but unless he wanted the whole room to witness him strip her naked and take her right then and now, he had to stop this. His hand moved to halt hers, only to be brushed away. She shook her head, grinning. When his cock sprung free, Kodiak lost it. His mouth crashed down on hers, prodding for entrance. When his hand skidded up the hem of her shirt and found her breasts sitting free of a bra, she gasped. His tongue plunged into the sweet crevice of her mouth, grazing against hers. His thumb grazed over her nipple, pebbling it immediately and she whimpered. Hulk smiled and palmed her breast, kneading it. Violet may have wanted to play with the big man, but she hadn’t anticipated him turning the tables on her.
Not to be outdone, she traced her finger around the head of his dick, smearing the warm liquid that already oozed from the tip. It had been too much of a temptation lying in his arms, and her desire got the better of her. Now she wanted to get the better of him. For months the big bear had been teasing her, rattling her resolve. It was time to return the favor. Between him and Hulk, Violet had stayed in a heightened painful state of arousal no amount of masturbation could cure. She craved a man’s touch. Technically, she craved two men’s touch, and if she had her way, she’d get it. When she fisted him and stroked down his length, he devoured her with his mouth. His hand fled from her breast and she wanted to object but his lips only hardened against hers. When she felt the rough callouses graze down the tender flesh of her stomach to the waist of her shorts, her body tremored.
Not to be showed up, Kodiak sought out her sweet spot. She was determined to test his restraint, so he figured he’d just up the stakes some and give her a taste of her own medicine. Her smooth skin felt like soft velvet under his touch. Kodiak didn’t rush it. Where he should have met the band of her panties, he found none. His cock jerked again. As his hand moved lower, it was like opening a present. The smooth skin continued to her folds. And nothing turned him on more than a clean shaved pussy. Her legs parted wider, granting him access. Who was he to turn down an offer? His finger slid down her slick folds, coating in her juices. He broke contact with her mouth enough to groan under his breath. “I want you,” he whispered against her lips. She tugged her bottom lip between her teeth, reflecting the same hunger he felt. There was nowhere to take her. They were stuck here until the threat had been assessed, but that didn’t stop her. Her eyebrows wagged and she leaned up to kiss him. As much as Kodiak knew this wouldn’t be enough, the alternative wasn’t an option. Her hand fisted his dick tighter and pumped up and down. He sought out the little bundle of nerves in her folds and flicked it, tracing circles around and around until she was writhing against his hand. She retaliated, quickening her pace. He felt his balls draw up and knew he wouldn’t last. He drank her sweet taste like a hungry beast, and thrust two fingers deep into her tight little channel. The walls of her pussy hugged his fingers, sucking him deeper. He curled them, rubbing against that special spot as he worked them in and out of her body relentlessly.
Violet’s grip tightened around his throbbing member, matching his pace. Kodiak knew she was as close as he was. Her muscles flexed and tightened, desperate for release. As his mind visualized the finish line, the door opened. Violet jerked away and laid down, her breaths coming in shallow pants as she tried to hide. Kodiak carefully tucked his detonated dick back into his jeans and fastened them, biting his lip to prevent crying out at the restricting pain that shot to his balls. Thankfully, the room was dark.
Bud walked up and shook his arm, assuming he was asleep. Kodiak lifted his head and went along with it, glad his brother was none the wiser in their forbidden exhibitionist activities. “Hey, man, your turn to pull guard,” Bud whispered. Kodiak wanted to protest but lifted Violet, smiling when she played possum. He rested her on a pillow and stood, praying his shirt covered the bulge.
Bud went to take his place on the couch and Kodiak growled. “I don’t fuckin’ think so. Find another spot to park your ass,” he hissed.
Bud held up his arms in defense and snickered, lowering to stretch out on the floor. Before Kodiak turned to leave, he reached down and covered her up, leaning inches from her ear. “We aren’t done here,” he whispered, only loud enough for her to hear. The little smile that tugged at the corners of her lips made him grin. He couldn’t wait until all this shit was over and he could get her alone.
The drive was short. It wasn’t long until they were pulling up at the docks where some of the ships were already unloading. Two of the team members jumped out and stayed in the shadows, getting into position. When they radioed they were in a concealed spot, Dom drove away, pulling down a dirt road and let the man out. Three soldiers came up and took him into custody, keeping their greeting to a minimum. Dom returned back, ditching the car in a thicket of trees and brush. They jumped out, grabbing their weapons and surveillance equipment. “Okay here’s the deal. If we can keep our covers, no one make a move. Our best plan of action is to collect evidence and video of the operation going down and get out. If things get nasty, be ready to go to war, ladies. Without knowing if Homeland Security and the Secret Service are involved, it’s best to assume the worst. Let’s move.” Dom gave the command and the team hunkered down, creeping into the night.
With the sun glowing just under the horizon sending a warm glow over the bay, people began to scurry about. The team held tight in their hiding spots, praying they had stationed themselves where they had an ample view of whatever was to come.
The Smurf’s theme disrupted their silence as everyone looked around to see its source. Pop sighed, shaking his head. “Sorry. I left in such a hurry I forgot to turn my ringer off.” He swiped across the screen, his face grimacing. “Go figure. She’s bitching again because I didn’t tell her I was leaving. As if she’d have taken it lightly if I’d have woken her up after I slept on the fuckin’ couch again.” He didn’t respond, clicking off the sound before securing the device back in his pocket.
“Really? Smurfs.” Dom shook his head.
“Joker. He changed my ringtone and I can’t figure out how to fix it.” He shook his head. Vice laughed, but thankfully didn’t make a scene even though he was sure he’d catch hell from everyone later.
At six-thirty on the dot, a convoy of SUVs pulled up and blocked off all entrances to the ship in front of them. “Bingo,” Dom whispered over his earpiece. “Get the video rolling. Juju, you’re on audio.”
“Roger,” Juju and Joker responded. A group of heavily armed men in black stepped out, scanning the area. They took their time, scouting the perimeter before opening the back door of the middle truck, still standing guard. Out stepped Senator Nelson, and the Vice President of the United States.
“Son-of-a-bitch,” Vice growled in a whisper over their earpiece.
“Easy, Vice,” Dom warned. She prayed for the opportunity to dot the treasonistic bastard between the eyes. She followed the two through her scope, her finger itching to reach for the trigger. Going to prison for assassination wasn’t on her ‘to do’ list, so she took a deep breath, numbing her emotions. A group of four Middle Eastern men stepped off the boat, followed by grunt workers who carried wooden crates. Their conversation could only be heard by Juju who relayed an edited footnote version of what was taking place.
“They are discussing money. Target number one is arguing down the price, but Nelson is holding firm.” The team remained silent while he gave them the short notes of the conversation. “The exchange has been made. Kovack asked the status of some plans that are scheduled. From the way they are talking, I think there is an attack against the White House. They are planning a bomb!”
“Fuck. When?” Dom asked.
“I don’t know. They’re talking in code. From what I can gather, the number forty-four keeps coming up.”
“Forty-four? It’s a month and date. July fourth. Independence day,” Romeo growled. “The son-of-a-bitch is planning on attacking the Nation’s capitol on
fuckin’ Independence Day.”
“Zoom in. Make sure we have enough evidence to have this mother fucker locked in Guantanamo Bay and pray he gets fucked in the ass as hard as he is ramming it to our country before they fry his ass,” Pop growled. It wasn’t like him to show feelings, especially on assignment, but the one thing he stood for was his country. He had pledged his life to defend it, and whoever stood in the way was signing their death certificate, Vice President or not. This was the biggest scandal to hit America in all of history. With Secret Service on location with the Senator and Vice President, there was going to be a public uproar and an immediate takeover from the governmental officials to secure the Nation’s safety. Terrorists were now coming in the form of the country's leaders. The shit was going to sling so far the stench wouldn’t ever be erased.
Once the crates were loaded, the suits left. The team stuck in position, just in case more went down. By midafternoon, they packed up and called the General. Instead of handing over the only copies of evidence, they made a duplicate and kept a copy in case he was intercepted on his way back to the base. With the stakes of the mission higher than ever before, and now that they had the proof to back it, they couldn’t be too safe.
The General met them on an off the beaten trail away from civilization. He couldn’t believe the information they had gathered and knew he had to be careful who he entrusted with the evidence. Instead of taking a military flight back to the States, he opted to fly from a private airstrip into the mountains so he would hopefully go undetected.
“Soldiers, your country thanks you for the risk you took to protect her. What happens from here is out of our hands. Go back to your vacation and forget it all, but be careful. This mission is completed.” The team let out a loud ‘hooah’, knowing that victory hadn’t been reached just yet, but they had completed their job to the furthest they could take it. Until action was taken, all that was left to do was hold their breath.
Chapter Four
The team returned exhausted, a fog of unresolved hanging over their heads. It didn’t sit well with any of them that they had no control over the outcome of the situation, which left the air somber and troubled around them.
“I don’t like it,” Vice complained. “Surely there is something we can do…”
“What, go take down the Vice President and half of the secret service, FBI, CIA, and God knows who else? I don’t like it any better than you do, but the General is right, there is nothing else we can do from this point. Let’s just go back and get some rest, and enjoy a job well done. We rocked this shit. Whether justice is served is left up to them.” Rock ran his hand through his hair. He had half a mind to hunt them down and arrest them himself, but knew conjugal visits weren’t allowed in Guantanamo. With a new baby to think about, any irrational wild ideas had to be depleted.
“I need a shower. That fuckin’ bush I was in has me itching everywhere,” Joker complained.
“I need a drink,” Dom griped.
“I just want some damn sleep.” Pop rubbed his eyes. They could see the stress weighing on his shoulders and knew the cause, but none dared mention it. If he wanted to discuss his personal life, they’d be there. It wasn’t their place to pry.
The SUV pulled up at the resort and Dom parked it, pulling the key from the ignition. “Let’s go get some rest. We can meet down at the restaurant tonight for dinner.” He turned and glanced at Vice who smiled knowingly. She had every intention in picking up where they had left off, but sleep was first on her ‘to do’ list. With the sun rising higher in the sky, fatigue had set in.
Maverick and the others had given the family a green light on returning to their huts when the team walked up. Kodiak lingered behind, hoping to catch Violet out of prying eyes and sneak in her room but he was cut short. Hulk headed in his direction. “Thanks, man, for earlier. Come on. I got a bottle of whisky waiting on us and a pillow callin’ my name.” Kodiak glanced over his shoulder, briefly catching a glimpse of Violet. She winked, but turned in the opposite direction to return to her bunk, leaving his balls aching. There was no doubt those bitches were swollen. He adjusted himself, relieved his erection had at least deflated. Fuck Viagra. My dick’s been hard longer than four fuckin’ hours.
After trying to catch some sleep to no avail, Kodiak gave up and helped himself to another drink. When dinnertime finally came around, he felt true to his name—like a caged bear ready to break free.
When Hulk woke and hit the shower, Kodiak saw his opportunity and pounced. He was careful to shut the door quietly behind him as he slipped out. “Little Red, here I come.” He had to keep himself from running to her room. By the time he reached her door, blood rushed through his ears, and his dick. He knocked quietly, looking around to make sure no one saw. It was silly, but he also knew Hulk would be crushed. That alone should have kept him away. The bro code only went so far. Violet had let her intentions be known. Who was he to reject her wishes?
The chain on the door jingled before the deadbolt clicked and the door swung open. Kodiak’s eyes went wide. Violet was dressed in an emerald silk slip-like dress that hung to mid thigh, hugging her curves. The neckline plunged down between her mounds, beaconing to him. His mouth salivated at the sight. God, how he wanted to lick his way between her perfect tits. When his eyes finally made it to meet her face, her eyes danced. “Just the person I wanted to see. Come in.” She held the door open for him, pushing the door latched behind them.
“You look…delicious.” She had left her hair down, her natural curls wild and untamed.
“Mmm. But you taste delicious.” Her little arms wound up around his neck as she leaned in to kiss him. Kodiak growled, releasing some of the buildup he had carried since their make out session on the couch by consuming her, skipping the pleasantries. He reached down and palmed her ass, jerking her against him.
“Fuck, Nick!” she gasped.
“Oh I plan on that and so much more, baby.” His free hand wound in her hair, tugging her mouth to his once again. A shot of excitement jolted him when she called him by his name. He couldn’t wait to make her scream it while he fucked her all night long. While his tongue worked her speechless, his body backed her against the wall, trapping her at his mercy. He hoisted her up, her dress hiking up around her waist.
“All talk,” Violet teased. Kodiak pulled her hips down against his dick and ground against her.
“Does that feel like talking, baby? Your little game left me in misery all damn day. I’m done playing.” His voice was low and gravely, sending chill bumps over her skin.
Violet couldn’t help but tease him. She shimmied her hips against him. “Oh big bad words from the big bad bear. I don’t think you can handle me.” She looked up through her eyelashes in the sexiest bedroom eyes he had ever seen.
“Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to tease a bear? You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into, little lady.” He buried his face between her breasts, licking and nipping the bare flesh that was exposed. Violet gasped. The more she teased him, the wilder he got, and the more she wanted him.
“I like danger.” She pulled his head back up to her lips and yelped when he spun her around and carried her to the bed, tossing her in the middle.
“Strip. Now.” His tone left no room for argument. Violet had never been more turned on in her life. The guys she had slept with before were mediocre at best, none holding that alpha male quality she craved. The more Kodiak showed his inner beast, the more she craved.
Her hands pulled up the thin little dress over her head and she tossed it on the floor. Kodiak’s eyes froze on the sight before him. Violet’s creamy skin was in perfect contrast to the black lace shelf bra and matching boy shorts he loved so much. “Fuck you’re beautiful.” His hands fumbled on the buttons of his shirt, resulting mostly in them popping off and flying through the air as he tore it off. He shucked out of his shoes and jeans in record time, setting his pistol on the table to stand before her in all of his natural glory.
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sp; Violet gasped. Kodiak was a chiseled work of perfection. Every muscle appeared to be etched out of granite. Her eyes wandered over every inch of him, stopping on the massive dick that pointed in her direction. She licked her lips, her mouth watering at the sight. God she wanted to taste him. All of him. Her attention had been so lost admiring him that she jumped when he moved toward her, stalking to the foot of the bed.
“As much as I love that sexy little get up you have on, they need to come off. Now.” Violet grinned, the need to push him farther. How far did he have left before he snapped? She shivered, in a mix of fear and excitement.
“Aw, I picked them just for you, Nicky. You don’t like ‘em?” She ran her hands down the length of her body, hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and snapped the elastic lace band.
“Oh, I love them, baby.” His voice had softened and as sweet as the compliment was, she felt a twang of disappointment. “But if you don’t get them off by the time I get to you, I’m tearing them off.” He kept his voice soft, but his eyes left little doubt that he would do just that. Violet didn’t care. She wanted him to. After the play earlier, she had done nothing but think about him. Her body had been on fire since, and she wasn’t in the mood for soft. She wanted to unleash the bear. Her chin tilted up in defiance, her eyes narrowing in a dare.
Kodiak growled. The little minx wanted to test him, so be it. In one leap he was on her, ripping her bra off, pushing her onto her back only seconds before his face buried between her legs. He grabbed the thin fabric with his teeth and tugged, roaring as he tore the fabric off her, holding true to his promise. Violet let out a yelp, which only seemed to encourage him more. His face buried between her legs, licking up and down her folds. He wanted to go slower and savor her flavor, but now wasn’t the time. One taste and he was lost. His tongue found her clit and lapped against it, sucking it into his mouth.
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