The waitress returned with their drinks and Kat thought the woman was going to melt when Marco winked at her. But as soon as the giggling blonde walked away, he turned his attention back to Kat. “So, tell us about when Baby Boomer was a juvenile delinquent. Give us some good dirt we can use against him.”
They spent the next hour eating and telling tales. She told them about Benny, Alex, and her antics back in high school and they told her what they could from their military and Trident days. She quickly found out teasing and practical jokes were a large part of the teammates’ relationships. When they’d finished with dinner, she realized she felt more relaxed than she had in years.
From the pub, it didn’t take them long to reach the Sawyer home. As Benny followed the other rental car up the long driveway, Kat couldn’t help but gawk at the…estate, she guessed she could call it. “Holy cow! This is where Devon and Ian grew up?”
The large home sat on several acres of land, but despite its size, it wasn’t ostentatious. The lawn was beautifully manicured, and trees, shrubs, and flower beds dotted the landscape, similar to her aunt’s place, but on a grander scale. Four columns were spaced evenly across the front of the brick and stucco house, and both vehicles parked in the circular drive which surrounded a water fountain.
“Actually, no. Mr. and Doc Sawyer bought this the year after Dev enlisted. I’m not sure if you’ve ever heard of their dad out on the west coast. His name is Charles, but those close to him call him Chuck. He made a fortune in real estate when his boys were younger, and now they’ve got houses all over the place. Doc Sawyer is a plastic surgeon and they both do a lot of charity work, so they travel a lot.”
“Wow. The name doesn’t sound familiar, but I’m not big on reading about people I don’t personally know.”
“They visit Tampa a few times a year and we visit them when we can. They’ve kind of adopted the rest of the team as their own. You’ll get along with them great. Nicest people in the world. Laid-back. Despite the nice houses and cars, you’d never know they were loaded. They remember what it’s like to be a struggling middle-class family.”
Benny grabbed their duffel bags before they followed Devon and Marco into the house. After shutting the door, Devon reactivated the security system. “Polo, you can crash in Ian’s room. Boomer, you and Kat can take the two guest rooms at the end of the upstairs hallways.”
“We only need one room.”
Devon raised an eyebrow, but didn’t question the statement. “Okay. Why don’t you show her to a room and I’ll check in with the office. I’ll see if Egghead made any sense of those letters and numbers.”
Kat followed him up the elegant staircase and down the hall to one of the guest rooms. He shut the door behind them, dropped their bags, then drew her into his arms, kissing her senseless. She lost track of time before he pulled away then stared at her with lust-filled eyes. “I’ve wanted to do that all day.”
Giggling, she admitted, “I’ve wanted you to do that all day. Well, and a few other things.”
He pinched her ass and she squeaked. “Little tease. I have to go back down and find out if Brody has any information for us. Why don’t you relax or take a shower, and I’ll be back up in a bit.”
Placing a swift kiss on his lips, she turned and sashayed to the bathroom, swinging her hips seductively. “Don’t be long.”
* * *
While Kat was taking a shower and getting ready for bed, Boomer joined his teammates in the entertainment room, but not before taming the hard-on she’d given him. A glass of Jack Daniels was waiting for him and he thanked Devon for his foresight. “Anything from Egghead?”
“No, but he’s running the sequence through every code-breaking program he has. And a few you don’t even want to know he has access to.” The geek was one of the most talented hackers in the business, and if the FBI, CIA and NSA couldn’t have him as one of their own, they were just grateful he was on their side of the law.
Marco was occupying one of the recliners and had the TV tuned to a baseball game with the volume on low. As the other two took seats on both couches, Boomer’s phone rang. He pulled it from his pocket and checked the screen.
Caller Unknown.
That wasn’t unusual. “Michaelson.”
“Boom-Boom. What’s going on?”
“Hey, Carter, what’s up?” Boomer was a little surprised to hear from the black-ops agent. It’d been over two months since he’d seen him at The Covenant, enjoying an evening of play. T. Carter had become close friends with the men of Trident after running into them on numerous missions over the years. Each one of them owed him for being in the right place at the right time on several occasions. If it hadn’t been for him, one of the team could’ve been killed by a sniper at the Trident compound almost a year earlier. Boomer had no idea which one of the U.S. alphabet agencies the man actually worked for, but from experience and the stories he’d heard over the years, he was glad Carter was on their side. In one word, the man was deadly.
“Spoke to Ian then Keon this morning, and they told me what you’ve been up to the past few days. I did some digging and found some intel for you.”
“Shit, you’re the best. Hang on. Polo and Dev are with me. Let me put you on speaker.” He punched the correct button and sat the phone on the coffee table, so they could all hear the information. “All right, go.”
The man’s deep voice rumbled from the speaker. “Rumor has it Sergei Volkov’s own people put a hit out on him. It was suspected he was making deals under the table and not telling those above him on the food chain. He was getting greedy and it was pissing some people off. Again, rumor has it, his second-in-command did the dirty deed and then replaced him. Name’s Viktor ‘The Bull’ Denisovich, a mean mother-fucker. Not a guy you want to be fucking with. Word is he immediately began looking for buried treasure.”
“‘Buried treasure’…what the fuck does that mean?”
“Apparently, many years ago, an accountant of theirs was killed along with his family in a car accident…sound familiar?”
“Yeah,” Boomer replied cautiously. He didn’t like where this was going.
“Yeah, well, three days after this accountant was allegedly killed, a large sum of money disappeared from several accounts this guy had access to. Transferred off-shore and then to parts unknown.”
“Fuck!” he spat out. “How much money are we talking about here, Carter?”
“Fifteen mil.”
“What? Holy shit!” Boomer shoved his hands into his hair and almost pulled a few chunks out in frustration and disbelief. “Aw, fuck me. Ivan stole fifteen million dollars from the Russian mafia. Was he fucking crazy?”
“My guess…it was his form of revenge, Boom.”
Marco nodded in agreement while Devon spoke. “Sounds like it. From what I understand, Ivan was a simple, family man. Looks like he extracted his revenge where he could hurt them the most—in the purse strings.”
Still trying to wrap his head around this new development, Boomer stared up at the ceiling. “I don’t get it. From what Kat’s told us, they both worked and lived middle-class lives. Nothing to indicate that kind of money. So, what the hell did he do with it?”
“That’s the big question. Carter, any ideas?” Devon asked.
“Sorry, Devil Dog. All I know is Volkov had been looking for the money for years, even though the higher ups wrote it off as a loss. If I get wind of anything else, I’ll give you a buzz.”
“Thanks, man.”
The call disconnected and after going over a few more things with his teammates, Boomer headed upstairs to the bedroom he was sharing with Kat. He wasn’t sure if he should hit her with this news tonight or wait until morning. He had to tell her soon because there were questions he needed answers to. Opening the door, he froze at the sight before him. Damn, she was so fucking beautiful, she took his breath away.
Kat was sitting on the queen-sized bed in nothing, but a soft green towel. Her bare arms and legs glistened with
newly applied lotion, and the tropical scent of coconuts hung in the air. It must be from Doc Sawyer’s guest stash because it was different than what Kat had used earlier at the bed and breakfast. She was running a brush through her towel-dried hair, struggling to get a few knots out. Boomer shut the door and strode purposely toward her, holding out his hand. “Let me do it for you.”
Surprise popped up in her eyes, but she handed over the brush, then turned so her back was to him. Sitting behind her, he took a section of her long locks and glided the bristles through them. When he hit a snag, he made sure he wasn’t hurting her as he began to work the light brown strands free. Wordlessly, he continued, section by section, until the brush flowed easily with each pass.
“There. All done.”
When she peered at him over her shoulder, there was no mistaking the heat in her gaze. Her voice was low and husky when she asked, “How did you do that?”
His eyes narrowed in confusion. “Do what?”
“You turned something I do every day into an erotic gesture. I thought only guys in romance novels did things like that.”
Boomer smirked and leaned forward to lick her ear. “You ain’t seen nothing yet, Kitten.”
Encouraged by the shiver which coursed through her, he moved her damp hair to the side and she tilted her head to give him better access to her neck. He kissed, licked, and nibbled the sensitive skin there as he reached around and tugged the towel free from her body. Bringing one hand to her breast, he plucked and rolled the hard little peak until she was squirming and begging him for more.
“Do you trust me, Kitten?” he whispered in her ear while his hands continued to push her arousal higher and higher.
She was panting as her back arched in pleasure. “Oh, God, yes. Yes, I trust you.”
He growled and kissed her bare shoulder. Scanning the room, Boomer spotted what he needed. He hurried over to the French doors leading to a small balcony and removed one of the tasseled ropes holding the heavy curtains back. It was perfect for what he wanted to do to her.
Returning to her, he chuckled at the doe-eyed expression on her face. “I promise you, baby, you’re going to love this. Put your hands behind your back.” He was pleased when she only hesitated a split second before doing as he requested. With practiced ease, he secured her wrists together, then checked to make sure the rope wasn’t too tight. The material used to create the crimson braid was soft and silky, so he didn’t have to worry about it chafing her tender skin.
He caressed her cheek. “Your safe-word is ‘red’. If you get scared or something doesn’t feel right, just say ‘red’ and I’ll untie you right away. Okay?” He kept it simple for now, like an on-off switch. As things progressed between them, he would introduce the ‘yellow’ safe-word which she would use to slow things down before continuing.
“Okay.”
“Mmm. That was rule number two. Rule number one was no putting yourself down. Now, rule number three is, when we are playing like this, I want you to call me Sir or Master. Can you do that for me, Kitten?”
“Yes. Yes, Master.”
He leaned down and brushed his lips to hers. “Damn, it sounds so nice coming from your mouth. Say it again.”
Her tongue peeked out to moisten her lips. “Yes, Master.”
Boomer snarled like a beast that’d just sensed its mate was in heat. He crushed his mouth to hers, holding her in place by grasping her hair. Lips melded, teeth clashed, and tongues dueled as he reveled in the taste of her. His cock was thick and hard in his jeans, but he wasn’t ready to take her…yet. He had some dirty delicious plans for her first.
Abruptly, he broke them apart. There was another set of lips he wanted to claim. Pulling his wallet from his back pocket, he placed it along with his gun on the nightstand. It was then he spotted the box of condoms they’d grabbed earlier while gassing up at a truck stop. Snagging one, he grinned when he realized she’d opened the box for him. Such a naughty girl.
Stripping quickly, he laid across the bed, picked her up and positioned her so she was sitting on his face. Her legs were next to his ears and her core, just inches above his mouth. Her scent was driving him crazy, but before he began his feast, he told her, “Rule number four, Kitten, is no cumming without permission. Concentrate hard and you’ll be able to do it. The longer you hold out, the more pleased I’ll be. And the more pleased you make me, the harder you’ll cum when I let you.”
Kat whimpered with need and her pussy wept with it. “Y-yes, Master.”
“You can make some noise if you need to. The guys are on the other side of the house.” He chuckled and rubbed his chin stubble against her inner thigh. “Just don’t scream too loud, otherwise they may think we’re in trouble down here.”
“O-okay. Please.”
“Mmmm. I like that word. Please what, baby? Tell me what you want and maybe I’ll be nice and give it to you.”
Her entire body blushed and her thighs quivered in anticipation. “Oh, God. Please…um…please lick me.”
“Lick you where?” he teased.
“T-there. Between my legs.”
“Uh-uh, Kitten. You can do better than that. We need to work on your dirty bedroom talk. Ask me to eat your sweet pussy.” His hands moved from her hips to her ass cheeks, and he squeezed and massaged them. “Think about all those naughty books you read. Tell your Master what he wants to hear.”
She closed her eyes and swallowed hard, but he wouldn’t make another move without her verbal request. “Please, Benny…I mean, Master. Please eat my…my sweet pussy.”
“With pleasure, baby. With pleasure.”
* * *
Benny tugged her down and she cried out the moment she felt his mouth kiss her pussy lips. Alternating, he suckled on each one, then licked and nibbled them. His tongue lapped at her slit, while his nose bumped against her clit. Kat suddenly realized why he’d restrained her hands. She was at his mercy and could only, literally, sit there and take it. He teased, tantalized, and tortured her. His strong hands held her in place as she tried to squirm and grind her mound into his mouth.
“More, oh please, more. Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” Her own words sounded incoherent to her and she hoped she was making sense to him. Behind her, her hands found his shirt and twisted it. Sensations bombarded her as years of sexual frustration boiled to the surface. His tongue did more for her than her vibrator had ever done. If it wasn’t for his hands holding her, she would’ve fallen flat on her face into the mattress. Higher and higher he took her. Oh God, she was so close!
His tongue impaled her and she shattered into a million pieces. Her body shook with the impact. Up was down, down was up. Nothing made sense as wave after wave tumbled over her. White lights and black dots filled her vision and she thought she was going to pass out. She soared to the heavens and back again. How had she lived her entire life without knowing what it was like to fly?
Oh, shit! That wasn’t supposed to happen, was it? He’d told her not to cum without permission. “I’m s-sorry,” she sobbed and heaved, her body still reeling.
Boomer shifted her until she was sitting on his chest. His mouth and chin were coated with her juices and he licked off what he could reach. “Shh. It’s okay, baby. We can work on it.” He chuckled. “After all, practice makes perfect. And I plan on practicing with you over and over again. But next time, Kitten, you will be punished if you disobey me. And your punishments will consist of my hand spanking your bare ass until you beg me to fuck you.”
His words almost made her cum again. The thought of him draping her over his lap was something she’d been thinking of ever since he’d slapped her ass the night before. She saw him grab the condom he’d tossed on the bed and her sex quivered. Never had she known such lust and desire. He reached around her and covered himself before his hands grasped her hips and positioned her over his hard shaft. Kat rose up on her knees to give him room and moaned as he rubbed the tip along her slit. Her body yielded to him as he inched his way into he
r tight channel. The drag of his cock against her walls was pure heaven.
Benny lowered her slowly until she was fully seated on him, then held her there. “Oh, fuck, woman! You’re burning me alive. I’m not going to be able to take this slow for long, sweetheart.”
Every nerve inside Kat was alive. Each slide and twitch of his cock was sweet torture. Her walls clenched and she loved how it made him moan. “Don’t want slow,” she panted. “Fast…please…fast.”
“Thank fuck!”
Tightening the grip on her hips, he began to raise and lower her in time to his thrusts. This position felt so different from last night and she quickly felt her orgasm building. With her hands still behind her, her chest was shoved forward and her tits bounced with every movement. He pulled her down across his torso and took one of the orbs into his mouth. The dual assault on her pussy and nipple had her begging. “Oh, shit! Oh, Benny…Master…more, please. Oh my God, I’m going to…oh, please…I need…oh, help me…I need…please…”
She felt one of his hands slide between them and as his fingers found her clit, he stopped sucking on her nipple only long enough to command, “Cum, Kitten. Cum for me.”
He pinched her clit at the same time his teeth bit down on her taut peak and she began to fall. “Oh…oh…oh, shhhhhiiiiiitttttt!”
* * *
Boomer watched as she spiraled down into oblivion while he continued to pound into her from underneath. Her pussy was his home and there was nowhere else he wanted to be. His balls drew up tight as his lower spine tingled. A few more thrusts and he was there.
“Fuck, baby, yeah…oh, fucking yeah…aaaaahhhhhhhh, shit!” His body went rigid as his seed filled the thin barrier between them. Her walls were milking every last drop from him and she melted on top of him. He slowed their rhythm to a stop, gasping for breath. Sweating, panting, tingling, quivering—he swore it would take hours to recover.
Boomer reached around and untied her wrists. His hands massaged her arms all the way up to her shoulders, making sure her circulation hadn’t been cut off. “You okay, baby?”
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