Destiny's Delta (Special Forces: Operation Alpha) (Delta Team Three Book 2)

by Becca Jameson

  Gwen looked skeptical. “I’ve never met Trent of course, but if he’s working this hard to see you, surely he has a good reason for his odd secrecy.”

  Destiny nodded. “Maybe you’re right.” Destiny felt a weight lift from this conversation. She liked Gwen, and the woman was a great listener.

  When the chime over the front door sounded, Destiny turned her head to find Trent strolling into the bookstore, alert for any signs of her. Destiny’s heartbeat picked up. Yeah, she was in so much trouble. She wasn’t just falling for him—she had fallen, hard. She needed to suck up her concerns, give him the benefit of the doubt, and go on the best third date of her life.

  She just prayed that this time, they ended up in bed. She wanted to show off some of her skills. Besides, her vibrator had been taking a beating lately.

  Chapter 19

  “You seem happy,” Trent pointed out over dinner. “Your face is lit up more than the last few times I saw you.” He was holding her hand across the table like he had been since they sat down, releasing her only occasionally so they could take a few bites and get a drink.

  She shrugged. “I am happy. Shouldn’t I be? After all, I have two days off and I managed to land a date with the hottest man in Texas who happened to be available when I am. I’m pretty sure I frightened Libby with my squeal when you called to suggest this.”

  He smiled. “Good. I’m glad. I feel bad about you driving all the way to Lancelot and then back here to the outskirts of Killeen. I hope you don’t mind that I booked us a room without asking first. I don’t want you to take it to mean we have to have sex or anything. I just want to spend as much time with you as possible.” They had dropped her car off in the hotel parking lot about thirty minutes from Killeen before heading to dinner, and she hadn’t said a word in protest.

  She took a sip of her wine and set the glass down slowly, meeting Trent’s gaze head-on. “Trent, I’m ecstatic that you got us a hotel room, and I will only be pissed if you don’t lose the chivalry this time. Enough foreplay. I’m done waiting.”

  One corner of his mouth lifted in a wry grin. “You sure? I don’t ever want you to think I rushed you.”

  “Rushed me? Jesus, Trent. I’ve known you twenty-five years. You know more about me than anyone alive. I hardly think us sleeping together at this stage is rushed.”

  Trent inhaled slowly, holding her gaze, and then he jerked his head toward the waitress and lifted his hand. The only thing missing was a cliché check please.

  Destiny giggled. It was hard to sit still. She wanted to get to the good part. Now. Every inch of her body wanted to be naked against him, learning every contour of his rock-hard frame. She wanted his hands on her bare skin, stroking, teasing, tormenting. She wanted him now.

  It took an eon for the waitress to bring the check and Trent to pay the bill. He walked her to the car at a leisurely pace as if he hadn’t just heard her suggest they round the damn bases immediately.

  He might have driven over the speed limit, however, though he did that without any jerky movements that gave away a sense of urgency. He checked them into their room just as casually.

  By the time they reached the door, she was nervous, thinking she’d been too forward and deciding he wasn’t as eager.

  And that was her last coherent thought.

  The moment the door shut, he dropped their bags and she found herself plastered to the back of the door. One second, they were strolling casually down the hallway. The next, her ass hit the door and the breath whooshed from her lungs. He tugged the band out of her hair and threaded his fingers in it as he lowered his lips to hers.

  Her heart was racing from the sudden change, but she smiled against his lips and quickly melted as he claimed her mouth. His body pressed into hers as his knee came between her thighs. His hands were everywhere, exploring up and down her body as if he only had moments to memorize her, and then his exploration would have to last him a lifetime.

  Destiny moaned when he palmed her breasts. She arched her chest, loving this dominant side of him. Every inch of her was already on fire. She’d been aroused from the moment he picked her up at the bookstore. That need had grown incrementally during dinner.

  When his hands slid down to reach under her shirt, she whimpered, blinking in the dim light in the room. Apparently, housekeeping had left a single small lamp turned on next to the bed.

  He finally broke the kiss long enough to meet her gaze. His voice was gravelly and low and serious. “Remember that romantic guy who held you all night and made you come against his hand with your jeans on?”

  “Yeah,” she breathed as a shiver raced up her spine.

  “Remember the one who clasped your wrists behind your back and slid his hand down your jeans on our second date?”

  “Yes.” That word came out even breathier.

  “Well, that second guy is here tonight. He’s the alter ego of the first guy. He’s a bit more demanding. Want to get to know him better?” Trent’s expression remained sober. His words were almost funny, but he meant them to be serious.

  Destiny slowly smiled. “I’d be delighted.” Her body shuddered as she considered his meaning. She didn’t have long to think about it though because Trent had her shirt over her head and was unclasping her bra before she took her next breath. He yanked his shirt off next and then cupped her breasts again, his rough skin against her sensitive flesh.

  Trent’s gaze came to hers as he pinched both her nipples and twisted them.

  She rose onto her tiptoes as she gasped. The slight pain sent a wave of arousal to her pussy. “Trent…”

  “Yeah, that’s the tone I want you to use when you say my name.”

  She couldn’t respond because all her concentration was on the way he plucked her nipples until they were tight and swollen. She willed him to suck on them, and moments later, she got her wish when his head descended and he drew one tight bud into his mouth.

  Destiny cried out at the intensity of the contact, a strange pleasure/pain rushing through her body.

  His free hand reached between her legs to cup her pussy with so much force that he nearly lifted her off the floor. And then, with her nipple still in his mouth, he went to work on her jeans, unfastening them and tugging them down while she could do little more than grab his biceps, knowing this wild ride was going to be her undoing.

  Destiny had had sex over the years. She’d dated guys, sometimes even for a few months. But nothing, absolutely nothing, in her sexual repertoire compared to what she was experiencing right now. Hell, nothing came close to what Trent had done to her last week, either. Fully clothed.

  But this… God, this was so much more. Her arousal was through the roof. Urgency caused her to reach for the button on his jeans.

  His mouth released her nipple, but only long enough to clasp on to the other bud. He flicked his tongue over the tip rapidly, making her knees weak. It was impossible to undo his button because few messages were making it to her hands.

  Trent was grinning when he released her second nipple and met her gaze. He batted her hands away and removed his jeans. “Scale of one to ten, how ready are you for me?”

  She licked her lips, shuddering again. “Twelve.”

  He smiled wider and reached between her legs, two fingers finding her folds, spreading them, and thrusting into her.

  Destiny cried out.

  “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

  She moaned as he continued to thrust in and out of her, his fingers curling toward the front of her channel. He never took his gaze off hers. When his thumb landed on her clit and pressed against her sensitive flesh, she grabbed his biceps again. “Trent…” She was going to come embarrassingly quickly yet again.

  “That’s it. That’s the voice I love. Say my name again while I make you come.”

  Her head rolled backward. She’d never come standing against a wall. She wouldn’t have even though it was possible. But here she was. So close. Desperate. Greedy. Hornier than she’d ever been in he
r life.

  “Now, Des. Come for me.”

  Her pussy clenched down on his fingers as the pulses of her orgasm washed through her.

  “That’s it. That’s my girl. So damn sexy. I’ll never get enough of watching you come, Des.”

  She moaned unabashedly through the orgasm, for the first time in her life feeling completely at ease with a man. This was Trent. No way would she hold back or permit herself to be embarrassed with him.

  Shocking herself, instead of collapsing against him in a sated pile of putty, she wanted more, and now that she’d come so thoroughly against his hand, she was energized. She slid both hands to his hips and then reached between their two bodies to wrap her palm around his long, thick length.

  When he lowered his gaze to their connection, she did the same. His cock was thick and hard, the tip a deep red with the evidence of his arousal leaking from the slit. One second she was staring in fascination as she eased her hand up and down his shaft. The next second, she was on her knees in front of him, eagerly flicking her tongue over the pearl of come on his tip.

  Trent leaned forward, his hands landing flat against the door, making a smacking noise that reverberated through the room. “Des…”

  The way he murmured her name emboldened her. She slid her mouth over his erection, drawing it in deep.

  Damn, he was thick. He was going to stretch her deliciously when he slid into her pussy. Of course, it didn’t hurt that it had been a while since she’d last been with a man.

  Drawing her tongue up his shaft as she slid almost off, she inhaled his scent and learned his flavor. Salty. Musky. Trent. She’d visualized this intimate connection with him thousands of times, and here she was.

  She sucked him deeper on the next pass as he moaned and leaned into her.

  Suddenly, he gasped and pulled out of her mouth. “Jesus, Des.” He grabbed her biceps and urged her to stand. His mouth was on hers again before she could take a breath, devouring her. His cock bobbed against her stomach while he urgently kissed her as if his life depended on it.

  When he broke free, he bent down and grabbed his jeans. A second later, he was rolling a condom on his erection. His gaze came to hers again. “I need to be inside you.”

  She nodded. “Please, Trent.” She felt the same urgency, like she wouldn’t be able to stop squirming until he took her. For a moment, she was certain he would take her against the wall, but then he grabbed her by the waist, spun her around, and set her ass on the edge of the nearest surface—the desk. There was a bed less than a few feet behind him, but he didn’t bother to check.

  He cupped her face with one hand and dragged the tip of his erection through her slit with the other. “I can’t hold back.”

  “I don’t want you to.” She held his gaze as she smoothed her hands up his biceps and then around his neck. She wrapped her legs around his hips and arched into him, urging him to enter her. Every nerve ending in her body was alight, pleading for this connection. She’d wanted this nearly half her life, and here she was, in Trent’s arms, his eyes on hers, his cock at her entrance, an expression of reverence on his face.

  “Des…” He thrust into her as he called her name.

  She gasped, her mouth falling open. So full. So tight. So perfect.

  For a long time, he held himself steady deep inside her, both of them breathing heavily as if they’d run hard to get to this mountain peak and needed to pause and savor the view. And the view was amazing. He held her gaze, his mouth curved up in a smile.

  Finally, he blew out a deep breath and took her lips again. The shared moment of awe was broken as he drew almost out and thrust back into her.

  She whimpered against his lips, her body more alive than it had ever been. This was nothing like the other guys she’d dated or hooked up with. This was Trent. He owned a piece of her, and he was claiming it now.

  Energy sizzled around them as they moved together over and over, urgency in the air. It felt so good, having him this close, inside her, filling her.

  Trent’s hands roamed everywhere, gripping her breasts and then her back and then finally settling on her ass to hold her close to the edge of the table. Every move had a sense of desperation that she felt just as strongly.

  She slid her hands to his shoulder blades and dug her fingertips into his muscles, arching her hips forward to increase the contact between her clit and the base of his cock. She’d never come from penetration alone before, but she was so close…

  Trent released her lips and set his forehead against hers. “Des… My God.” He never stopped thrusting, but he shifted one hand around between their bodies and found the swollen bundle of nerves that was about to explode. “Come around my cock, Des. I want to feel you before I let go.”

  She tipped her head back and moaned, concentrating on his fingers as they circled and then stroked her clit while his erection continued to fill her over and over. The pressure increased, the tension growing higher until she couldn’t hold back. Her entire body stiffened when she reached the edge.

  Trent pressed a finger hard against her clit, pushing her over the edge. “That’s my girl. So. Gorgeous. I’ll never. Tire. Of watching. You come.” Each word chopped. Separated. Gravelly. Each one punctuated by another thrust.

  She shuddered as the pulses consumed her until Trent held himself deep and groaned out his release. The sound filled her, burrowing under her skin. She would never forget the tone of his release and how expressive he was as he came.

  Finally, both of them spent and gasping for oxygen, Trent managed to lift her off the desk with both hands under her butt. “Hold on, Des.”

  She wrapped her arms and legs around him tight as he carried her to the bed. His still-erect shaft remained inside her, and she paid no attention to anything but his blissful expression as he lowered them onto the bed.

  Yeah, date three was definitely a hit. She was shattered.

  Chapter 20

  “Des…” Trent smoothed her hair away from her face and kissed her cheek. It was early, but he couldn’t stay in bed with her all day. He needed to get back to base in a few hours. Roe had called a team meeting for late morning.

  Trent nibbled a path down Destiny’s neck and lower until he could flick his tongue over her nipple. He wanted to spend some time talking to her before he had to leave. He had something he needed to tell her. It was time.

  She finally whimpered softly, her hand sliding up his arm. “What time is it?” she whispered.

  “Early.” He hated this. Hated it with a passion. He wanted to stay here in bed with her for the rest of his life. But he didn’t have that luxury. Not right now. Not with Demir lurking around somewhere watching Trent’s every move. Waiting for his opportunity.

  After making love to Destiny two more times until neither of them had the energy to think, Trent had set an alarm and then watched her sleep.

  Damn, she was sexy. Every inch of her. Her lithe body fit perfectly against him. Long toned legs, pert breasts, rich, smooth skin. He’d been mesmerized by her from the day they met when they were five years old.

  He would never tire of staring at her. He wouldn’t have to imagine the color of her nipples anymore, he could easily visualize their dark hue when he closed his eyes and took himself in hand. There was little doubt that was going to happen often now that he’d had her but couldn’t be with her frequently.

  She rolled into him, her arm wrapping around his middle. “So sleepy…”

  He pulled her close against him and kissed her temple, his hand threading into her hair. “You smell so good.”

  She giggled, coming more awake. “Not sure how that’s possible.”

  “Mmm. It must be your shampoo or body wash. I remember it from when we were younger. Vanilla. You haven’t changed it.”

  She tipped her head back to meet his gaze. “How the hell can you remember that?”

  He shrugged. “It’s embedded in me, I guess.” He leaned in to nuzzle the back of her ear again as she came more awake.
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  She finally blinked her eyes and stared down at his body. There was enough light coming between the curtains to create a soft glow in the room.

  He didn’t flinch when she trailed a hand over the scar on his leg like he did in the past with other women. Destiny knew about his scar. She’d seen it thousands of times. It was just part of him. A reminder of how dedicated Sean had been to him.

  Her hand continued to dance up his body, stopping at the intricate Delta Force tattoo on his forearm. “You only have the one tattoo,” she commented.

  He shrugged. “I’m not much of a tattoo guy, but I couldn’t deny at least the one when the rest of the team headed to the tattoo parlor.” He wore it proudly, but he’d never felt addicted to ink.

  She kissed a path up his arm reverently and then met his gaze. “It’s gorgeous.”

  “Thank you.” He scooted backward, pushing himself to sit against the headboard.

  Destiny crawled up with him and snuggled into his side, unbothered by their nudity, which he loved.

  It was time to share, and he prayed she wouldn’t be mad about what he had to reveal. “Des…”

  “Mmm.”

  “I need to show you something.”

  She lifted her gaze to his. “Okay.” Her brow furrowed. “You look so serious.”

  He ran a hand up and down her back. “Yeah, it’s important. I hope you won’t be angry that I didn’t show you sooner. I just didn’t know when would be the right time, and we’ve been rushed every time we’ve seen each other.”

  She nodded slowly, her brows still drawn together.

  Trent inhaled deeply and then leaned away from her to reach over the side of the bed where he’d dropped his duffel bag. He tugged the worn letter still in the original envelope from the side pocket and then sat back up. He held it against his chest for a moment longer.

  “What is it?” Destiny pushed up to sitting next to him.