The Omega Team: Collateral Damage (Kindle Worlds Novella)

by Nicole Morgan

  “Well, he’s not going to find out. Because you’re not going to blow my fucking cover, right?”

  “You know I wouldn’t do that.”

  RJ ran his fingers through his hair and cursed under his breath. “So, why are you here? What do you want?”

  “We, Grey and I, wanted to see if we were right. We suspected you may be undercover and we’re relieved to see that you are. I came here to verify that information. But, I also came here for a favor.”

  “Of course, you did. And I bet I can guess what it is.”

  “Chloe. I need your guarantee that if you hear anything about a plan to come after her that you tip us off first.”

  “Fuck!”

  “You know I don’t want anything bad to happen to any civilian. Especially those who are innocent. But, you’re asking me to put my entire mission in jeopardy.”

  Chase looked him square in the face. “She’s important to me, RJ. More important than my own revenge for Tovar’s involvement in 9/11.”

  Shaking his head, RJ reluctantly agreed. “Let’s hope it doesn’t come down to this, but, if it comes to me sacrificing my mission to keep your woman safe, then I’ll let you know.”

  “Thanks, brother.”

  “You owe me, man.”

  “I know.”

  “Look, I’ve got to get back inside before she starts getting suspicious.”

  “Okay, we’ll be in touch. Here’s our number in case you need any backup. For anything, RJ.”

  “Thanks.”

  “And be careful. If I see how you look at her, others are going to start to notice too.”

  “Fuck!” RJ waved him off and went back inside.

  Chase sent a text to Grey: Met up. Confirmation. Rudolph is in play.

  Chapter Six

  RJ had nearly choked on his water when he saw Chase Edwards approaching their table. He had last seen the Delta operator years ago back in Kandahar, Afghanistan on the very day that he’d walked away from his entire life. Seeing his former brother approach their table in Medellín, Colombia was the last thing he’d expected.

  Luckily, Chase hadn’t changed much. He’d willingly covered for him in front of Monica, and had obviously done his homework, somehow finding out about RJ’s new identity. The levels to what he knew still remained a mystery though as he sat alongside Monica in her convertible.

  “Is everything okay?” she asked.

  “Yeah. It’s fine. Why do you ask?” He shifted the car, changing lanes to get around the traffic building in the right lane.

  “I don’t know. Your old school friend back there, you seemed surprised, almost shocked to see him.”

  RJ glanced at her for a second, but didn’t convey his surprise at her remark. He wasn’t considered one of the best Delta operatives their unit had ever seen from not being unable to hide his emotions. It was the one of the things he was usually very good at. With his naturally dark hair and a thick beard, his skills of remaining cool, and never letting anything show was exactly how he got jobs done.

  It was exactly why he was chosen for this job.

  A job that had planted him along side a woman who was beginning to show a side to him that he was having a hard time resisting.

  “Rodrigo?”

  “What?”

  “I asked you a question.”

  “Yeah. And I answered it.”

  “Not with the truth, you didn’t.”

  He looked over at her, before shifting again and switching lanes once more. “What are you talking about.”

  “Come on. I know everyone back at my father’s estate just looks at me like I’m some sort of spoiled rich girl, but I’m not an idiot.”

  “I never said you were.”

  “Then tell me what’s going on.”

  If only I could.

  “It’s nothing.”

  “So, there is something.”

  “No. Damn it, Monica. That’s not what I meant. You’re twisting my words.”

  “And your little vein is popping out from your forehead again.”

  She opened the door to the sports car forcing RJ to slam on the brakes and pull to the side of the road.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” he shouted as she got out and ran up the hill into seclusion.

  RJ put the car in park and took a look at their surroundings before following her up the hill.

  He passed a row of trees which led to a clearing with brush and large stones set around a small makeshift firepit. It was a place that was probably frequented by the locals, and the exact opposite of the place that he wanted Monica to be.

  Pedro Tovar’s obsession with keeping his daughter safe after Jason’s death might’ve seemed over the top to some people. And RJ had no real credible evidence to support the idea that anyone wanted Monica killed. Still, he couldn’t ignore the fact that there was always territory wars between cartels, and Monica would be a sure fire way to get Pedro’s attention from a competing drug organization.

  “Monica! Monica… where in the fuck did you go? Answer me, damn it!”

  “Over here.”

  He turned to find her sitting behind him. Her long legs crossed one over the other as she waved to him with her long red nails.

  “Mind telling me what in the ever loving fuck that was about?”

  “If you stop yelling I will.”

  He clenched his jaw together to keep himself from screaming. “Fine. I’m listening.”

  “I don’t know what you’re lying to me about, but you are lying to me. That much I’m certain about.”

  He shook his head. “You’re crazy.”

  “That may be true. I’m a woman after all.” She winked. “But, that is another topic for another day. Right now, I’d like to talk about you, what you’re doing here, who that man was, and why you’re lying to me about it.”

  “Monica, there’s nothing to –.”

  “Damn it, Rodrigo!”

  She stood up and came dangerously close to him. So close that he could feel her breath tickle the side of his neck. It was a feeling that he didn’t need. It only added to the internal conflicts waging within him.

  “Don’t do this, Monica.”

  “Why?” she came closer, taking her hand to his face, brushing across the stubble of his beard. “Because I’m wrong? Or because I’m right?”

  RJ wanted to resist the urges he was feeling. Her chocolate brown eyes looked up at him, so inviting and warm. It would’ve been smart for him to pull away, to put immediate and considerable amount of distance between them.

  But, he didn’t.

  His blood was racing. His pulse pounding through his body as he felt an ache in his cock that felt like torture.

  He held her face in his hands and dropped his head down until their mouths were only a whisper apart.

  “If I do this, if we do this, there’s no going back.”

  “I know.”

  “Do you? Because I don’t think you have any idea what you’re getting yourself into.”

  “Neither do you.” She leaned in, gently nibbling on his lower lip.

  “God damn it.”

  Unable to hold back from the lust that had been building inside of him for days, RJ crushed his mouth against hers. And with one free hand pulled her body into his, pressing his hardness against her belly as he fed off of her kiss.

  She met his urgency. Licking and devouring him just as he was her.

  Chase had been right. He needed to be careful. Because now that he had gone there with Monica, it changed everything.

  Chapter Seven

  “This isn’t the time for this, Monica.” RJ pulled the covers back and motioned for her to get into bed.

  “I disagree.”

  “My job is to watch you. To keep you safe. Even while you sleep. So, please… just get into bed. I don’t want to argue with you anymore today.”

  “Why? Arguing earlier led to such good things.”

  “Things that I shouldn’t have done. Things that, if you recal
l, I stopped.”

  “Not because you wanted to.”

  He turned around to see her standing before him, wearing a satin nighty that looked far too inviting for the resistance he was trying to portray.

  Her eyes were filled with fire, just as they were earlier that day when they necked like a couple of horny, virgin teenagers who’d snuck away to the forest for some privacy.

  His balls were already blue, the last thing he needed was for her to turn him on that much more.

  “Monica, don’t look at me like that.”

  Her long hair rested just above her breasts, only adding further tease to the taunt she already created.

  A small bead of sweat trickled down the back of his neck. It was all he could do to not rip her negligee off and kiss every inch of her sweet and sultry body.

  Having already tasted the sweetness of her kiss, he wanted to taste so much more. He wanted to take in every bit of her until he’d feasted on all of her.

  “Rodrigo…”

  Her seductive whisper of his name was his final undoing. Closing the short distance between them he pressed his body up against hers, pushing her back and onto the bed.

  Sweet fucking hell. She felt so good.

  This was what he needed.

  Her tongue met with his, stroking and dancing in a rhythmic motion while blood coursed through his veins. With every second that passed, he was growing harder than the last.

  He moved his mouth down her neck, slowly licking and nibbling on every inch until he found his way to her tits.

  Her nipples poked at the satin and he used the slippery fabric to tease her with his thumb, rubbing the taut little peaks in circular motions while gently pinching.

  The simple gesture must’ve felt as good to her as it did him. Pulling away from his kiss, she dropped her head back and moaned.

  Her neck offered an inviting image that he couldn’t refuse. He closed his mouth and used his tongue as a guide while he worked his way up and down the column of her neck.

  He slowed his movement when his mouth landed on the swell of her breast. He pulled the straps of her nighty down and took her dark round nipples into his mouth, sucking them in as though his life depended on it.

  His ache for her was becoming unbearable. The more he touched, the more he wanted. And the more he wanted, the more he touched.

  It was a never ending cycle of sweet torture that he never wanted to end.

  Monica held the back of his head firmly against her breasts. Her body pressed against hers, he could feel her hips begin to grind against his. Hungry and desperate just like he was.

  He moved his mouth over to her other nipple, his thumb and forefinger gently playing with the other. Her whimpers sounded heavenly, but he knew they would eventually be his undoing. It took every ounce of restraint to stop what they’d started in the forest earlier that day. And he had spent all day avoiding being alone with her to prevent this very moment from happening. But now that he was in the moment, he would’ve gladly shot anyone who dared to interrupt them.

  His self-control was barely staying alive. His hand slid down her body and slid his hand below the band of her panties.

  Sweet Jesus.

  A thin line of hair, obviously shaved with precision, was all that separated his hand from dipping inside of her.

  Her skin felt so hot. Her panties so wet.

  With gentle precision, he slid his finger along the seam of her entrance and slowly slid in middle finger just past her lips and inside her pussy.

  “You’re so wet...” he whispered breathlessly.

  His cock hardened unbelievably so. It was heavy, thick and pounding with the need to drive into her.

  “Rodrigo…”

  The way she said his name sliced right through him. Teasing her, he pulled his finger out of her pussy and brought it up to her clit.

  He expected it to feel good, but he anticipated her to scream.

  With that littlest touch, molten juices flowed from her pussy and coated his hand as her chest heaved from rapid breaths. He slid his finger back inside her and felt the spasm of her pussy as it convulsed around his finger in the aftershock of her orgasm.

  Primal needs consumed him, wondering what it would feel like to be surrounded by her as she screamed his name and pulsated around his cock.

  Lifting his head, he met her gaze. Her eyes were locked on his while her breaths still came in rapid succession.

  Her chocolate colored eyes seemed to be dancing with glowing embers, still hot and burning beneath the surface. He knew it would only take a gentle breeze to blow those glowing orbs into balls of passion and fire once again.

  “Say something, say anything.” He urged.

  “I want you, Rodrigo. I want to feel you inside of me.”

  ****

  Silence loomed over them while she waited for his reply. His dark eyes seemed so much darker in the dim light of her bedroom.

  “If I… if we do that, everything will change.”

  “Why is that so bad?”

  “Because… damn it.” He pulled away, rolling onto his side.

  “What is it? Is it me? Is it my father?”

  “Both.”

  “Are you afraid of what he’ll do to you if he were to find out? Because I won’t tell him. No one has to know.”

  He shook his head. “I don’t work that way, Monica. If we go there. There’ll be no going back. Everything I’ve worked for in these past few years will have been for nothing.”

  “There’s more to life than my father’s operation.”

  “You think that’s what I’m worried about?”

  “Well, isn’t it?”

  “No. Shit no!” he started to move off of the bed, but she pulled him back toward her.

  “Then what is it? You can trust me, Rodrigo. Even if you doubt that you can, I promise you can.”

  “I want to believe you.”

  “You can.”

  “Babe,” he brushed his thumb across her cheek. “I’m not who you think I am. The reason I’m here… it’s –.”

  “Shh… I don’t care. I don’t care who you are, or why you’re here in Colombia. I only care why you’re here in my bed.”

  “I want you. I want you so fucking bad that it hurts.”

  “Then take me, Rodrigo. I’m yours. All you have to do is take me.”

  “If I go there,” he brushed the pad of his thumb over her lower lip. “I will do just that. I will take you. All of you, baby. And I won’t be able to stop this time.”

  “Show me.”

  She tilted her head up and pressed her lips to his. There were no words that would be sufficient to tell him how she felt about him. She would give all of herself. Whatever he wanted. Because he was what she needed.

  Rodrigo pulled her close and swept his tongue into her mouth. She tugged at the hem of his shirt and slid her hands underneath the soft cotton fabric. His ab muscles contracted under her gentle touch as she trailed her fingertips along his skin.

  Sliding her hands around his sides to his back, she dug her fingers into him as he ground his hardness against her.

  “Please…” she whimpered.

  He pulled away from their kiss and dropped his forehead against hers. Breathless and apparently as achy as she was, he gave her a warning.

  “You’re like a drug. I can’t get enough of you.”

  “Take me...”

  He didn’t respond to her request. He just stared into her eyes for a moment. Her heartbeat echoed inside her while she watched him sit up and begin to unbutton his pants.

  In just seconds he had managed to kick them off and toss them aside. His hard cock stood rigid and hard in the darkness. Protruding outward with so many invitations she wasn’t sure where to begin.

  Her hands pulled at the hem of his shirt again, frantically trying to remove the barrier between them, so she could feel his warm skin against hers.

  * * * *

  Rodrigo pressed back down against her. Her hardened
nipples all but drove him mad from wanting and needing so much more.

  He braced himself up on his forearms. “I want to see you all of you.”

  Not waiting for an answer, he pulled her to a sitting position and lifted the negligee off of her. Her perfectly round and plump breasts were staring at him, the tips of her nipples darkened and swollen with her arousal.

  Next, he laid her back down and pulled at her panties, sliding them down her thighs as he took in the sight of her pussy. The little patch of hair she kept was sprinkled with evidence of her release. Wet and glistening in the moonlight that shone through the window.

  There wasn’t an ounce of patience left in him. With his body so tense that he was sure he might explode, he ran his fingertips along the softest skin he’d ever felt.

  His cock grew unbelievably harder. How he had no idea. The torture of wanting her never seemed to end.

  His nostrils flared when he caught the scent of her arousal and he felt her hands dig into his shoulders as she widened her legs for him.

  Dipping his head down, he trailed his tongue down until it slipped past her lips.

  Heaven and Sin.

  That was what she tasted like.

  Heaven. And the sweetest mother fucking sin.

  “Rodrigo...” she whispered his name.

  He flicked his tongue across the sensitive nub that he brought such pleasure to just moments before.

  He wanted her scream again.

  He needed to hear it over and over again.

  He alternated between slow and meticulous swipes of his tongue as they circled her entrance. It was taking all the restraint he had to not savagely drive into her like an animal.

  Her taste, her scent, the feel of her skin. It was all so much more than he ever could have imagined.

  It was that experience that became his undoing.

  He needed to feel her get lost from him again.

  He swiped his tongue across her clit again. With purpose and intention, he worked the sensitive nub with his mouth, forcing her body to let go while he fed off her.

  “Oh, God…” She almost screamed, but he quickly muffled her mouth to keep from drawing the attention of the others.