Barriers: Anderson Special Ops - Book 3

by Melody Anne

  “Not yet,” he said. “I finally get to touch this body and it’s not ending fast.”

  She groaned in frustration, then gave him a wicked smile. If he wanted to play, she was more than willing to play. But she wasn’t going to be the only one tortured, and his sweaty, musky body was doing things to her that should send her to the ER.

  She pushed away from him, and he tried to stop her, but she grinned and trailed her finger over his lips and down his chin as she leaned down and nipped the corner of his jaw, making him groan as he reached his fingers in her hair and pulled.

  She kissed her way down his neck, the taste of salt and musk the most beautiful aphrodisiac she’s ever experienced. His stomach quivered as she licked the muscled flesh, turning her body to mush. She loved that she was the one making this large, beautiful man tremble beneath her touch.

  She reached into his shorts and he lifted his hips. She pulled the shorts and underwear down with shaking fingers, then gasped as he sprung free, his glorious erection silky smooth, large, and throbbing, the tip shiny with his arousal.

  He kicked his shorts away as she gazed at him in hunger.

  “Mallory,” he gasped as her fingers circled his base and moved up and down his skin, fascinated with the ripples in his flesh and the beads of moisture escaping his round tip.

  “Yes?” she purred as her face drew nearer, the erection calling to her like a beacon at sea.

  “Come here,” he demanded.

  Everything within her felt a need to obey his command, but she was too mesmerized. She closed the distance to the body part calling to her and encircled his tip with her mouth moving down his shaft as she sucked and licked him. His entire body jolted as her tongue traced his head and slid against the ridged crest at the top.

  The animal cry escaping him urged her on as her fingers tightened on his base and she sucked him hard while moving her hand in a rhythmic motion. She got lost in him, in his taste, in the feel of him, in the sounds escaping his throat. She could suck him all night, it felt so damn good.

  “Enough!” he thundered as he sat up, his hand gripping her hair and pulling her from his pulsing staff.

  With a quick motion he flipped her over to her back, and she looked into his eyes, making her body respond in kind to the demand and pure lust of his expression.

  “I need you now,” he told her. He yanked her shorts off her, tossing them over his shoulder before he stood, making her shake as she lay on the bed, watching him. He reached into his discarded shorts and pulled out a condom, and she smiled, almost laughed. If she hadn’t been so achy she would have.

  “You had a condom in your shorts?” she gasped.

  He slid the condom on in record time as his gaze burned into hers. “A man can dream,” he replied, his words teasing, but his voice too needy for a joke. He stood there for a second allowing her to take him all in from her submissive position.

  Never would she have thought she’d be so happy to be where she was, below a man while his gaze raked over her. She was always in control. But she had a feeling she’d be willing to give Hendrick anything he wanted — anything at all. When the look between them became too much for her to take, she closed her eyes and waited for him to climb over her, to take her the rest of the way to heaven.

  Her eyes snapped back open when she felt his wet tongue run up her inner thigh as he murmured his approval at her taste and scent. Her body arched as his lips whispered over her pulsing clit before his tongue swept out and circled the throbbing flesh.

  “Sex. I want sex right now,” she called, her body on the verge of exploding. She wanted him inside her, and she’d never been a woman who could come multiple times. She didn’t want this to end with a flick of his tongue, she wanted to have him buried deep as he claimed her. “Please . . .” She was about to cry she needed him so badly.

  He swept his tongue along her one more time before crawling up her body. His weight pressed against her as his knee parted her thighs wide. She spread them more as she lifted her feet and wrapped them behind his back, completely opening herself to him.

  “Open your eyes,” he whispered, his hot breath rushing over her ear before he leaned back. It took a lot of effort, but she cracked them open, his eyes nearly on fire in their erotic blaze.

  She felt his tip at her entrance and tried lifting her hips upward, but he was in complete control. She begged him again to make them one. Her eyes threw open as he suddenly thrust forward, pushing his entire length deep, deep inside of her. She gasped as she rocked the edge of an orgasm. He pulled back a little and thrust again, and she was shocked at the pressure that was ready to blow.

  “Yes, more,” she begged.

  And he gave her more. He pulled out farther, then slammed inside of her. She clenched him tight as she pulsed around him, her body soaring as she came, her voice crying out in pure delight. He rocked gently in and out of her as she shook and pulsed. And then she fell back against the bed and smiled, true joy filling her.

  “Oh . . . my . . . gosh,” she said, practically purring. “That was way too fast, but the best orgasm I’ve ever had.” She might regret that honesty later.

  “It’s not over,” he said, a mixture of pain and pride in his voice. She opened her eyes to look up at him where it seemed he was barely holding on to control.

  “Of course not. You need to come,” she said. She should push him over and ride him, but she didn’t think her jellied muscles would comply.

  He smiled through the possessive look he wore. “It’s not over for you either,” he said, his tone filled with smugness.

  “I’m not one of the lucky ones to come multiple times,” she said. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t love to see your pleasure even after mine is finished.”

  His look only intensified. “Then be prepared to feel a new experience,” he promised.

  Unbelievably, she felt a new clenching between her thighs at his bold words. She’d only had a few sexual experiences in her life, but she’d spent some time on her own with various toys. She’d know by now if she could orgasm more than once.

  But Hendrick began moving again, slow and steady strokes, deep then shallow, hard, then soft. He moved in and out of her as he leaned down and took a nipple into his mouth and sucked while one hand gripped her ass and slid between her cheeks to run up and down the slit. Her thighs shook as she felt that build up again, her eyes glued to his when he moved back up and looked at her with satisfaction.

  “More,” she gasped, awe in her voice as her body sang in sweet desire. Her core was igniting again, and it was even more sensitive than it had been the first time. She was going to get greedy. She’d never want to let this man leave her bed.

  His face went feral as he grabbed her hip hard, slanting her to where he wanted and then began to thrust harder in and out of her, groans escaping him as he began to lose control.

  “Yes, more!” she demanded, loving that she was the one making this beautiful man lose all semblance of control.

  He gripped her as he buried his head against her neck and bit down on her shoulder. And then it happened. She exploded, lights flashing behind her eyes, stars shining, an eclipse overtaking her. It was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. She felt as if she was hovering over the earth, living somewhere between reality and the heavens. She’d heard stories of sex taking a person to another world, but now she knew it was true.

  He gave out a guttural cry and she felt him pulsing hard and deep within her as his own orgasm ripped through him, his muscles clenching, his body shaking. They trembled together as they both soared to the stars, then floated back down to reality.

  They were both panting as if they’d just run a marathon and when he shifted, she whimpered, not wanting him pulled from her, not wanting their connection to end. He licked her neck, his face still buried against her.

  “I weigh twice as much as you, so I’m just shifting, not pulling away,” he assured her. He shifted his weight, his
beautiful erection separating from her, making another whimper escape, but he kept her pressed tightly against him. She wiggled, needing to be flesh to flesh with him, needing this feeling to last as long as humanly possible.

  “Holy hell,” she breathed, unable to open her heavy eyes. She still tingled from head to toe.

  “Yeah, I don’t think there are words,” he told her with a satisfied sigh.

  “Stay for a while,” she said, hating the weakness she felt right then, hating how much she wanted to be held by him, but not hating that feeling enough to let him go.

  “There’s nowhere else I want to be,” he assured her.

  He pulled the sheet over them as he tucked her tightly against him, and then she fell asleep. It didn’t matter if it was the middle of the day, she’d just had a workout that was worthy of an Olympic athlete training marathon.

  She also just might’ve fallen in love. Could you be sexed to stupidity? Could sex make you love someone? Hell, she didn’t know. She just knew she wasn’t willing to push him away anymore — not as long as he’d have her.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Green was still walking on water after his night with Mallory. He’d been smiling at people as he passed them in the street, making people stop in their tracks, and he felt as if he could conquer the steepest mountain climb. He hadn’t been able to see her for a full week, but he had no doubt the next time they came together, they’d make magic again.

  But he couldn’t think about Mallory right now because he was in the conference room with the rest of his team, and they were preparing to clean up the streets that night. He had tonight to beat the bad guys and tomorrow to get the girl.

  “Listen men, the mission is a go at Rainier Beach tonight. The major drug deal going down is between two rival gangs. Outside of major drugs being passed, the two groups are splitting the territory. The main bosses are meeting in the auto body shop at the intersection of MLK and Merton,” Eyes said as he pointed at the intersection on the big screen in the conference room.

  The special operations men had scouted and poured over the terrain of the area for the last week. This was the final run through. Every detail was laid out, every movement for each man was walked through with minute scrutiny under every foreseeable outcome. The schematics of every building in the area were found, and then for each open location the men had gone into the shops and garages acting as customers to confirm which exits were open or closed. They walked the aisles to see what routes would be best to use in case they had to run through them.

  “We’ll be full tactical and, as always, expect a firefight. There’s no love lost between these people, and with one wrong move they’ll end up in a bloody civil war that would leave us nothing to clean up. While we can’t stop it if it starts, we don’t want a war happening because of us,” Eyes continued.

  The four men that would be in the field had been through all of this more times than they dared to count. Brackish, the fifth man, would be their eyes from above. There was a plan to deploy ten small drones flying in a pre-coordinated pattern. The LED lights would be removed from them so no trace could be seen by anyone. There were small cameras placed inside the garage, and a van, seemingly beat up and in need of repair, was placed in the parking lot, close to the road, that held a massive device that could see through walls, especially walls that were cheap sheet metal — as were the ones at the car garage.

  “Sleep and I will be homeless men, pushing shopping carts full of trash. I’m sure they’ll try to move us along, but we’ll delay and loiter as long as possible. They can’t kick us off the train track seats, so we may spend time there. We’ll act the part better than Hollywood. Green, you’ll be across the street at the construction company parking garage in the back. There are plenty of areas up there that have a clean line of sight to the entire area. Smoke, just south of him is the building you’ll be stationed at. Behind it you’ll find abandoned dump trucks and tractors. Take up your spot there,” Eyes said, finalizing the plan.

  “I’m going to be in the building next door in the armored truck ready to pick up Eyes and Sleep once everything goes down,” Chad added.

  Earlier that week Chad talked to the owner of the business and paid him a handsome amount of money to lease the space to work on his own vehicle. The pitch was that he didn’t have room at home to do the maintenance but didn’t want anyone to touch his vehicle. For a cool $2500 the owner had been more than happy to let him have the bay for five days.

  “Once the two leaders are confirmed inside the garage, we’ll release the gas, knocking out everyone inside before they can alert others. The cameras and van will give us the confirmation we need before starting with the lookouts and foot soldiers. As that information’s relayed to us, Green and Smoke will disable the vehicles with their electrical charged rounds. Those shots need to be completed within ten seconds. From first to last shot we cannot let any of them get away. As chaos starts to unfold, the ants will either run or start shooting each other. Sleep and I will need to put as many down as possible. We’ve tested the chemical agent inside the miniature darts, and it’ll knock out a grown man within fifteen seconds, most of them dropping within seven,” Eyes continued.

  “I bet three thousand dollars I put more down than Eyes,” Sleep interrupted.

  “I’ll take that bet,” Brackish said, pulling out his ante.

  “How will you know how many you get?” Smoke asked.

  “Easy enough for me to review the information coming back from the drones,” Brackish replied.

  “Then I’m in for Eyes,” Smoke said as he pulled out a wad of cash and threw it into the center of the table.

  Green leaned back in his seat, put his hands behind his back, staring up at the ceiling. After a few moments of serious contemplation, he came back to the table, pulled out his money, carefully stacked it into a neat pile, and said, “I have three thousand on Sleep to put the most down, but I have another two thousand on Eyes having the coolest shot and/or drop.”

  This created another round of bets and bantering between everyone at the table. They had to do this type of stuff which would seem odd to the outsider but quite normal to those who deal with the highest level of stress. By the time all bets, side bets, one offs, and posturing was done, there was more than forty thousand dollars bet between them.

  “Green, Smoke, once we have confirmation everyone’s incapacitated, haul ass over here and help us bundle them up and put a tie on them. Brackish will make the call to Sheriff McCormack as to the location of the event and how many total individuals are detained. We’ll also be compiling every piece of data on both of these gangs and handing it over to the authorities so the arrests will stick. If there are any questions, comments, additional input, or anything else, say it now. If not, let’s gear up,” Eyes finished.

  People were all different in their own way of preparing for things. From getting up in the morning and starting their day to going to bed at the end of the night, everyone has their own customs, quirks, and intricate things about them. The same is said for those preparing for battle.

  Eyes was always stoic, silent, and internalizing his steps with painful detail. Not moving, not looking at anyone, he was the epitome of a leader thinking of a great chess match with all of the possible outcomes, and how to keep each piece of his team in the right square so they’d make it home safely.

  Sleep talked, and talked, and talked. Not to say he wasn’t thinking as well, but his internal stress release was verbalization. Stories, jokes, nonsense, whatever he was thinking was being said. Those who went through their first preparation with him didn’t know what to think, but once they saw the warrior he was, they felt the great void when his voice was no longer there.

  Green was the quickest to get ready, not a thing out of place, meticulous attention to how his gear was set, but he did it quickly and then would watch his teammates prepare. If something was placed incorrectly on someone, or they were missing a piece of anything,
he was the first to recognize it and help them get set.

  Smoke moved around the area, not heavy or large movements but calculating ones, almost as one would think a ballerina would move, light and purposeful, energy always sitting just beneath the surface, everyone anticipating the explosion to come. His eyes were at ease; he knew what he was capable of and that confidence led to smooth easy movements.

  Brackish geared up in his own way, knowing the information he was receiving came with a responsibility everyone relied on. He created backups and tested platforms and responsiveness, power input and availability, camera positioning, and computer dialogue. Those tests were performed multiple times before he’d bring them online for the team.

  Chad always got ready by himself. This mission was no different. It was his first action in more years than he cared to admit to himself, let alone to anyone else. Due to that, adrenaline coursed through him as he prepared to do what needed to be done. By the time he was finished, his mind was focused and set on the task at hand. He double checked himself, head to toe, speaking out loud each piece of gear he touched, ensuring there was nothing missing.

  The men met in the main lobby of the command center, did a gear check on each other, said a quick prayer, and then made their way to the vehicles they’d be using. The expected meet up of drug dealing gang members was five hours away, but they needed to be prepared far ahead of time.

  “Radio check — team member one,” Brackish called out in his microphone.

  “Check,” Chad replied.

  Brackish did the same check for each member as the screen showed they’d made it to their location, and each replied in the affirmative for comms being good.

  “Operation Rust Bucket is underway,” Eyes called out over the radio as he and Sleep got out of their vehicle, fake beards and wigs on, shopping carts loaded with crap over the top of a box that had gear and toys hidden inside. Since it was still warm, even at 10:00 PM, they wore light long sleeve shirts. If they wore short sleeve their muscular toned arms wouldn’t match the homeless drunken look they were pulling off very well in their own humble opinions. They had to walk a mile before reaching their destination.