Operation Bravo

by Stormy Glenn

  "Milk?"

  "I don't think your stomach can handle coffee at the moment."

  "You might be right." I hated to agree because I really wanted a cup of coffee, but having eaten next to nothing the last few days, I knew milk was probably my best option at the moment. "What am I getting to eat?"

  Jack grinned. "Oatmeal to start off with. If you can keep that down with no problem, we'll move up to something heartier come morning."

  Good thing I liked oatmeal.

  I ate slowly, not sure how my stomach would react to actual food. The oatmeal was pretty bland, but there was a hint of maple and brown sugar, which made it taste a bit better.

  The milk helped.

  By the time I pushed my bowl away, my head was bobbing as I tried to stay awake. I was fading fast, and that scared the crap out of me.

  "Jack." I reached out for him, feeling some measure of relief when he immediately took my hand. I turned and leaned closer to him. I didn't want anyone else to hear me. My fear made me feel whiny. "I don't want to go to sleep."

  They always came for me when I fell asleep.

  Jack squeezed my hand. "I'm going to stay and watch over you, remember? No one will get to you."

  I knew my fear was irrational considering all of the people in the house, but it was very real to me. "Do you have a gun?"

  Or twelve?

  "I do. Would it make you feel better if I had it on me?"

  I stared for a moment, biting my lip, before nodding.

  Jack reached under his shirt and pulled out a matte black pistol. He set it on the table then reached into his boot and pulled out another pistol. He pulled a very large knife out of his other boot.

  "I have a few more in Hank's gun safe. Do you want me to get them, too?"

  I chuckled. "No. I'm sure these will do."

  I hoped they would do. I had no idea what Atkins would come at us with the next time. Bazooka or tank came immediately to mind.

  "The others need to be on their toes until we end this guy. Atkins is no dummy. If he can take one of us, he'll do to them what he did to me until he gets what he wants."

  "Not to worry, babe. Everyone is paired up, and Danny and Abe are using the tunnels to get back and forth so they aren't out on the street."

  My eyebrows lifted. "You know about the tunnels?"

  "I helped put them in."

  That made sense.

  "Come on." Jack stood then held out a hand. "Let's get you upstairs so you can get some rest."

  I was still iffy about the whole sleep thing, but I was starting to nod off where I sat. I took Jack's hand as I stood. He led me over to the stairs, but as soon as we got there, Jack swung me up in his arms and carried me upstairs.

  When we reached the bedroom, he carefully laid me down on the bed then drew the covers up to my chin. I sucked in a breath when he headed for the door, positive he was leaving me.

  Jack just shut the door then turned off the light and came back to the bed. He stretched out beside me. "I told you I wouldn't leave you, Kaito. I meant it."

  "I'm sorry."

  "Nothing for you to be sorry for." Jack smiled as he stroked his fingers down my cheek. "I know I have to prove myself to you after my previous behavior."

  Not as much as he thought he did.

  I was surprised by that. I could hold a grudge far longer than just about anyone I knew. I had been really angry with Jack, but maybe the time I'd spent under Atkins' evil hands had given me some perspective.

  Jack wasn't a bad guy. Compared to Atkins, he was damn near heroic. I knew my anger at him came from a place of hurt, from being rejected. Not from what kind of man Jack was. And while I certainly felt as if I had a right to be angry with Jack, maybe it was time to let it go.

  "Make love to me?" I whispered.

  Jack sucked in a breath, but his eyes began to sparkle with desire. "You're hurt. Can you…"

  "I'm good." I was pretty sure I'd be even better if Jack made love to me. I needed to feel alive again, to feel free. I needed to feel something other than terror.

  "Are you sure?"

  "Please." I doubted there was another person on the planet I'd beg.

  I'd beg Jack.

  "I need to feel you."

  Jack swooped in and kissed me from one breath to the next. His lips were hard and searching on mine. His hands were rough as they roamed over my skin at an alarming rate, almost as if he had to touch every part of me right that second.

  I grabbed a handful of his hair, which wasn't easy. He kept it pretty short. I knew he needed to due to his work as a Marine, but there were times like this that I wished it was just a bit longer. I wanted to hold him to me.

  Jack's hand slid down my side before moving under the waistband of my pajama pants. "These need to go."

  No problem.

  I let go of Jack just long enough to push the pajama pants off and kick them aside then I sat up and quickly pulled my shirt off, tossing it in the direction my pants had gone. I lay back on the pillows and smiled up at Jack.

  "Your turn."

  Jack chuckled as he scooted to the edge of the bed and stood. My breath caught as I watched him strip his clothes off. Jack McDermott was very well put together. Miles and miles of golden tanned skin covering mouthwatering muscles.

  "I like your tats."

  "Yeah?" Jack smiled as he glanced down at the tattoo on his arm then farther on down to the one on his side.

  I pointed to that one. "I'll bet that hurt." It was a colorful snake wrapped around an equally colorful tiger.

  "Yeah, it hurt a little, but I really wanted it, so…"

  "Why?"

  "It's a reminder that strength and beauty go hand in hand, but both are lethal in their own way."

  "There's a story there."

  Jack chuckled. "On one of my missions a few years ago, I met this guy."

  My eyes narrowed.

  "No, not that type of guy. He was an aid worker in the Sudan. He couldn't have been any bigger than Danny, and yet I saw him take on five rebel soldiers all by himself to protect a truck full of children. I'd always thought that only men built like me could be powerful, and in the span of two minutes, he showed me that anyone can be lethal if given enough incentive."

  Okay, I could see that, but still… "Then why the tattoo?"

  Sadness and regret darkened Jack's eyes. "There was a sixth guy that neither of us saw until it was too late. He shot Finch before I could stop him. Finch didn't make it. He died in my arms, but not before gaining my promise to see the kids to safety."

  "Did you?"

  Jack nodded before dropping the rest of his clothes on the floor and crawling up onto the bed. He stretched out beside me. "I did, and then I went back and tracked down the guy who killed Finch."

  "Did you kill him?"

  "No, but I wanted to. I turned him over to the provincial government in the area. I'm pretty sure they killed him."

  "I'm sorry you went through that."

  Jack smiled. "I'm okay, baby. I didn't know Finch that well, but I respected the man and the things he was trying to do. It's one of the reasons people like Atkins make me so angry. Finch gave his life to help someone else. Atkins only wants to help himself."

  I didn't want to talk about Atkins anymore, not when I had this gorgeous man pressed up against me. I slid my hand over the hard muscles on Jack's chest. He didn't have any hair on his chest, which made it all that much better, and easier to lick.

  Which I did.

  "You taste good."

  "Salty?"

  I chuckled as I took another lick. "A little."

  I didn't mind, especially when Jack hissed as I dragged my tongue over his nipple. He shuddered when I nipped at his nipple, tugging on it with his lips.

  "Fuck, why is this so much different?"

  I glanced up. "Different?"

  "Sex has never been this intense before."

  I grinned as I leaned over to nip at the other nipple. Jack was like a blank canvas just w
aiting for me to color. I had so many things I could teach him, so many delights, so many wonderful things two men could do together.

  There was a reason I was gay.

  After sucking and nibbling Jack's nipples to stiff little peaks, I kissed my way down his torso, licking expanses of skin here and there as I nibbled my way down to his groin. I groaned as I surveyed the beautiful cock in front of me. It was a genuine work of art. Long, thick, and heavily veined. I knew I'd feel every inch.

  I couldn't wait.

  "You ever get a blow job from another man?" I asked. "I know what I like. I know what feels good. I can promise you it's totally different than getting a blow job from a woman."

  To prove my point, I licked around the head, paying special attention to the rim and the slit at the top of his cock. I could feel Jack's thighs tense under my hands. When I sucked him into my mouth, swallowing him down until he hit the back of my throat, Jack shouted and his hips came up off the bed.

  I gagged, because come on, he was super well endowed. I pulled back a little and gave the beautiful masterpiece the licking it deserved. Jack's thighs tightened again when I leaned down and licked his balls. He groaned as if that had never been done before, which would have been really sad.

  "Kaito, I'm going to come if you keep doing that."

  As much as I wanted to finish giving Jack his first man-on-man blow job, I wanted to feel his cock pounding in my ass even more. I sat up then reached over Jack to grab the lube from under the pillow. I'd stashed it there the last time he'd been in my bed, hoping for a repeat performance.

  I guess I got my wish.

  I wiggled my eyebrows at him. "Wanna watch?"

  When Jack just stared at me with a confused frown on his face, I chuckled and turned around, so my butt was facing him and my head was down by his feet. I poured some lube out on my fingers then reached back and spread some more between my ass cheeks.

  One by one, I pushed my fingers into my ass and wiggled them around, stretching my tight sphincter muscles. I shuddered when I felt Jack's hand trail over the curve of my ass.

  "Does it hurt?"

  "There's a slight pinch in the beginning, but then no, it doesn't. It actually feels pretty damn good."

  Jack had fingered me before, but it had been hurried. I was going much slower. Just not too slow.

  "Can I try?"

  Oh hell, yeah.

  I pulled my fingers free then grabbed the lube and tossed it to him. "Get lots of lube on them."

  Jack poured a large amount of lube on his fingers—probably more than he really needed—then dropped the lube on the bed. I wanted to scream in frustration when he stopped before getting to my ass.

  "I didn't hurt you before, did I?"

  I didn't want to lie to the guy, but I didn't want him to stop either. "There's always a little pain in the beginning, Jack. You're not a small man. Stretching me out is a good idea, but I like a little pain with my pleasure." I gave him a measured look. "But just a little."

  I didn't want him to get any ideas.

  "I like it when you're a little rough with me, when you pin me to the wall and fuck me or grab me and force me to my hands and knees and fuck me." I pretty much liked everything he did when he fucked me. "But if you ever do it without lube, I'll kick you in the nuts so hard, you won't be able to get it up for a week."

  Jack grinned. "So, lube good."

  I chuckled. "Lube very good."

  "I need a condom."

  "Huh, no, you don't." I held up my hand before Jack could argue. "According to Santos, now that I can shift into an ocelot, I can't catch human diseases or pass them on."

  Jack swallowed tightly. "I can fuck you without a condom?"

  "Yes."

  His eyes rounded. "Damn, I've never fucked anyone without a condom."

  "Then you're in for a treat." I'd rather not hear about his past conquests, but I understood what he was saying. Looks like I'd found another first to give him. I wiggled my butt. "Now, get to work. You have an ass to fuck."

  Jack's answer was to push two fingers into my ass. Luckily, I had already stretched myself out a bit. Jack was able to effortlessly slide his fingers in. I did feel a bit of a bite when he added a third finger.

  "Is that enough?"

  "Oh yeah." When Jack pulled his fingers free, I quickly turned around and straddled him. I grinned when Jack started panting. It was nice to know I affected him so greatly. "You ready for this?"

  Jack nodded rapidly.

  I reached back and grabbed Jack's cock. I fit it against my ass before slowly sinking down. There was that pinch that I loved so much. Four fingers would have totally smoothed the way. Three was just perfect.

  By the time my ass was resting against Jack's groin, I was panting heavily right along with him. I planted my hands on his chest for leverage then flexed my ass muscles and slowly lifted my ass before slamming back down.

  "Fuck!" Jack shouted before grabbing my hips in a bruising grip. He humped his hips, driving his cock deep inside of me. "You feel so good, Kaito. So good."

  That's what I liked to hear.

  "Squeeze me harder," he demanded.

  I flexed my ass muscles the next time he pushed into me, squeezing his cock as hard as I could.

  "Oh yeah," Jack groaned loudly. "Just like that, baby."

  Jack was not a quiet lover.

  I let out a little yelp when he rolled me onto my back. It instantly turned into a groan when he kept going, thrusting his cock into my ass harder and faster than I think I'd ever been fucked. Jack was relentless, never stopping, never slowing.

  When I felt pressure building in my balls, I knew it was over for me. Using the strength I'd gained from being an ocelot, I lunged up and sank my fangs into Jack's throat. Jack roared and filled my ass with his release. The sound was drowned out by the rush of blood to my cock as I came, filling the space between us.

  When I extracted my teeth and fell back to the bed, Jack collapsed down on top of me, burying his face in my neck. I stroked my hand over his sweaty back as I worked on regaining precious air in my lungs.

  I smiled when I felt him kiss the side of my neck. "I love you, too, Jack."

  Chapter Eleven

  My eyes snapped open and I reared back when I felt something cover my mouth. Ice-cold dread flooded me until I saw Jack leaning over me. I frowned up at him. What in the hell was he doing? If he wanted to scare me, this was the way to do it.

  Jack held his finger to his lips.

  Well, that wasn't good.

  "Someone is in the house," he mouthed. "Get dressed."

  I was assuming he meant someone who wasn't supposed to be in the house.

  I rolled to the side of the bed as soon as he let me go and reached for my clothes. I wasn't thrilled I was going to face whatever was going on in pajama pants and a T-shirt, but it was all that I had and I didn't think Jack was going to let me stop and ask Ian for more.

  Ian!

  Before I could pull my pants up my legs, I contacted Ian. "Ian!"

  "Dude!" Ian snapped. "I'm sleeping here."

  "Jack says we have intruders."

  "Crap!"

  "Let Hank know."

  "Hank already knows," Ian replied. "He's gearing up right now."

  "Got any jogging pants?"

  Hey, it was worth a shot.

  "Yeah, I'll grab something. Meet you in the hallway."

  "We need to let the others know what's going on," I reminded Ian. "Abe needs to get Danny to the bunker."

  "I'm sure he already knows."

  Considering who Abe used to work with, I imagined he did.

  "Stay frosty."

  I pulled on my T-shirt before walking to the door. I cracked it open and peeked out. When I didn't see anyone, I opened the door a little more. I started to step out of the room when I saw a shadow coming up the stairs. I quickly closed the door and stepped back, then turned and hurried to my pajamas pants. Damn the jogging pants. I needed something to cover up all my bi
ts and pieces.

  "Jack," I whispered as I yanked my pants up my legs. I pointed to the door. "Someone is coming up the stairs." I was pretty sure it wasn't Hank or one of the others. They didn't tend to carry around AK-47s.

  Jack's gaze snapped to the door. He slowly pulled the hammer back on his pistol—muffling the sound with his hand—then moved toward the door. He tilted his head toward the door, his brow furrowing as if he was trying to figure out what he was hearing.

  "Get down!" Jack shouted as he dove toward me.

  I didn't question it. I dropped to the floor and covered my head. I grunted when something heavy landed on top of me. My discomfort was a small price to pay when bullets ripped into the wall. The walls were pretty thick so none of them got through that way, but the door seemed paper thin. They came right through the door, shot over my head, then slammed into the far wall, and the bed, the dresser, and basically anything in their path.

  "Shift, baby," Jack whispered into my ear. "Shift and get under the bed."

  I knew Jack wanted me safe, but I wanted him safe just as much. I turned my head far enough to see his eyes. "You stay safe. You belong to me now."

  Jack grinned, but didn't say anything. He just leaned and kissed me then rolled across the floor and pressed himself up against the wall next to the door. He gave me a pointed look then gestured to the underside of the bed.

  I nodded then allowed my shift to come over me. It was a little harder than it normally was because I was trying to keep my eyes on Jack. As soon as I was in my fur, I scurried under the bed, but moved to the end and crouched down.

  When Jack flung the door open, a hail of bullets ripped through the room. I grinned, not liking how much danger Jack was in, but he just grinned at me before leaping out of the room.

  I did the cat equivalent of an eye roll. Someone was trying to kill us, and the stupid man was enjoying himself. This must be what he meant by being totally into his work. I'd never understand it. I didn't like getting shot at.

  I was weird that way.

  I heard a couple of more shots, and then Jack appeared in the doorway.

  "Come on, baby, we need to go join the others."