by Paige Tyler
Wes closed the short distance between them in a few quick strides, slowing down only long enough to stop by his bedside table to rummage around for a condom. Then his mouth was coming down on hers as he slid his hand up the inside of her thigh. Her breath caught as his fingers slid teasingly through her folds.
Dipping one of those fingers inside her, he slowly teased that sensitive place there, making her gasp in pleasures with every caress. At the same time, the pad of his thumb made little circles over her clit. He started with featherlight touch, but as she rocked her hips rhythmically atop the dresser, he applied more pressure until he was grinding down on her nub. Her pussy had been pulsing since he’d started touching her, but after a minute, the tingles started to move outward, and she knew he was going to make her come.
“Don’t stop,” she moaned, dragging her mouth away from his. “Just like that…right there…right there.”
She knew she was babbling, but couldn’t bring herself to care—or stop. He was so damn good at this.
Wes gazed down at her, eyes swirling with heat as he weaved his fingers into the hair at the back of her neck, holding her steady as he worked her toward orgasm. Between one breath and the next, she exploded, her climax hitting her so fast that for a moment, it felt like she was weightless. Then she was tumbling over the precipice, coming so hard that holding in her screams was impossible.
It was like Wes knew her body better than she did. He teased more and more pleasure from her until she was sure she was going to pass out. Part of her wanted to tell him to stop, while another part hoped it never ended.
Kyla didn’t realize Wes had scooped her up in his arms and carried her over to the bed until she felt the soft mattress under her. Then he was leaning over her, a rather satisfied expression on his face.
“You okay?” he asked. “We can take a little break if you need to.”
She shook her head, unable to speak as she spread her legs and made room for him to fit comfortably in between them. He lowered his head to giver her a slow, languid kiss. After thoroughly ravishing her mouth, he let his forehead rest against hers.
“Sure you’re ready for this?” he asked, casually gliding his cock up and down her wetness.
She laughed. “Worried you’ve worn me out?”
He flashed her a grin, lips moving to trace hers. “Just not in any kind of rush. We have all night.”
Kyla wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles together and yanking him closer. “Which is why I’d like to get started right now.”
Thankfully, Wes didn’t continue to tease her. Instead, he reached down and positioned his shaft at her opening, then gently slid inside.
The feeling of him filling her nearly took her breath away and she dug her heels into his lower back, pulling him in even deeper, until she swore there wasn’t a part of her left untouched.
She expected him to thrust immediately—which would have been more than fine with her—but instead, Wes stayed where he was, gaze holding hers as he pressed tender kisses to her lips. She had to admit, she was okay with that, too.
It was only after she began squirming under him that he finally moved inside her ever so slightly. Even that tiny bit made tingles ripple through her. It was so delicious she would have been okay if he kept doing that for the remainder of the night. But then he pulled out and before she could even do more than groan in protest, he was back in, pounding that place inside he’d been teasing for so long. The air burst from her lungs and she was sure there was no way this could get any better.
It did.
Oh man, did it get better.
He started slowly, but then picked up the pace until she realized she was experiencing little micro-climax every time he thrust. When the real orgasm hit, it was more intense than anything she’d ever experienced, and she clenched her teeth down on the muscle at the junction of his neck and shoulder, letting herself get lost in pleasure so perfect she knew there’d be tears later.
Wes groaned low and deep, coming with her, and she swore she could fill him pouring into her even though that was impossible with the condom he was wearing.
Long seconds passed as Kyla’s body continued to tremble and spasm with the aftershocks of her climax. Through it all, she kept her legs wrapped tightly around him, not wanting to let him get away from her yet. Instead, she laid there, relishing the way his body pressed down against hers, making her feel warm and protected as his ragged breath tickled her neck.
Sooner than Kyla would have liked, Wes slid out and disappeared into the bathroom for a few seconds. Then he was in bed with her, dragging the blanket and sheet down so they could slide underneath. She was making a home for herself right there against his chest when the sound of his cell phone ringing made her start.
“Don’t answer it,” she groused even as he jumped out of bed.
“I have to.”
Cursing, he dug through the pockets of his jeans, coming out with his phone. Thumbing the button, he held it to his ear.
“Yes…yes…no…check.” Hanging up, he reached for his boxer briefs. “I have to go.”
Kyla bolted upright, shock and dread filling her. There was only one reason he’d need to leave at this time of night. “Now?”
“Yes.”
Wes pulled on his clothes faster than she’d ever seen someone dress. Then he was swooping close, his mouth coming down on hers in a fierce kiss. For some reason, that terrified her more than anything.
“Can you tell me where you’re going and when you’ll be back?” she asked, clutching the blanket to her chest.
He shook his head. “I don’t know the answer to either of those questions. And even if I did, I couldn’t tell you. But I promise, I will be back. You have my word on that.”
She wanted to tell him he couldn’t make a promise like that, but then he was kissing her again. By the time she got her wits about her again, he’d already disappearing out the door.
As she sat there naked in Wes’s bed, the sheets still damp from the sweat of their lovemaking, she was sure she was going to fall apart.
CHAPTER NINE
EVERYBODY LOOK SHARP,” Joe announced over the radio. “The truck left the dock and should be at the warehouse within ten minutes. Chapman is with them. This is definitely our drones.”
Wes checked the chamber of his silenced M4—more out of habit than necessity—then moved slowly toward the back door of the warehouse and the murmur of voices inside. He knew without looking Sam and Holden would be somewhere behind him, while the other member’s of Joe’s SOG team would be headed around both sides of the large building to cover every entry and exit point.
Yeah, the SEALs and SOG would be going in together this time. Hopefully, this op would end better than the last one. Noah had wanted to be part of the mission, but since his leg was still stiff and sore, headquarters had vetoed the idea. That made the SEAL Team part of the group one short of what they were used to working with, but if everyone played well together, it should be okay.
The raid on this warehouse north of Puerto Quetzal, Guatemala had been thrown together quickly, and Wes and his Teammates had spent barely ten minutes looking over photos and drawings at the Imperial Beach complex before being hustled onto a plane for the four and half hour flight to the mid-sized port city along the western coast of the Central America.
Wes was stunned the CIA had even been able to track down Chapman and his weapons. If their luck held, they’d be able to stop the transfer of the drones from the port vehicles to whatever kind of transport Chapman was planning to use to move them to their next location. They still didn’t know whom he intended to sell them to, but if they could grab the weapons now, it didn’t matter where Chapman planned to take them.
Moving closer to the back door, Wes tried the knob and found it unlocked. He cautiously slipped inside. This part of the building crowded with big crates and heavy duty metal racks loaded with pallets of smaller boxes. It was pitch dark back here and he would have dropped down
his NVGs if it wasn’t for the brighter lights he knew were illuminating the main part of the warehouse ahead.
He heard the sounds of soft conversation from just ahead, and moved slowly through the crates and racks toward the men talking, making sure to stay in the shadows. When he reached the last rack, he stopped and carefully peeked around it. A dozen or so men stood in the main part of the building, fidgeting with a certain nervous energy Wes recognized. It was the way people looked when they were involved in something shady. Especially people who weren’t used to being involved in stuff like that.
Wes scanned the interior of the warehouse, taking in the two armed men standing against the far wall, the dimly lit second story that overlooked the central part of the warehouse, the open roll-up door at the front of the building, and the three mid-sized panel vans parked near the far end of the huge space. The vans were parked near another huge metal garage door, this one closed.
Other than the two men across the room, nobody seemed to be armed. A slow scan of the second floor didn’t reveal anyone up else up there, either. There might be a few shooters hidden behind the crates around the warehouse, but the CIA analysts hadn’t given them any reason to think this was another ambush. Hopefully that meant this should be an easy op.
Wes dropped back and headed toward the door he’d come in, putting a little distance between himself and the men, thumbing his mic and relating everything he’d witnessed.
“Roger that,” Joe said. “Chapman is still a few minutes out. Everyone maintain your positions and hold tight.”
Wes went to a knee behind a pair of crates, positioning himself so he’d have a good view of the roll-up doors and the men. The moment he did, his mind began to wander, heading straight for the image of Kyla that had been stuck in his head ever since he’d left his apartment. The memory of the panic in her eyes still hadn’t left him.
The evening had been better than perfect. Wes hadn’t been with a ton of women, but he was bright enough to recognize that the way he’d felt and the things he’d experienced with her when they were in his bed went way beyond sex. Kyla was special.
But she hadn’t wanted him to leave and he’d left anyway. He had no idea what that was going to do to his relationship.
He was so lost in thought he almost missed the call over the radio alerting them that Chapman and the truck load of weapons was on the street in front of the warehouse. Getting to his feet, he quickly weaved through the crates, getting into position.
The big truck pulled into the warehouse, belching black smoke from the exhaust pipe mounted behind the cab. Wes caught a glimpse of Chapman in the passenger seat as the vehicle turned and drove toward the three panel vans.
Wes stepped out from behind the crate he’d been hiding behind. From the corner of his eye he saw Sam, Holden, and the SOG operatives make their moves as well. The two armed men on the far side of the space didn’t even have a chance to react before his SEAL Teammates pulled them down from behind and incapacitated them without a sound.
The men in the center of the room immediately dropped to the concrete floor in a gesture of surrender while the others ran for the safety of the heavier wood crates that filled the depths of the building.
Wes ignored them and moved toward the big truck. Maybe this mission would go off without a hitch.
Then the metal garage door at the far end of the warehouse rolled up at the same time the back doors on all three vans opened, revealing men dressed in tactical gear that rivaled the SEAL team’s. But as shitty as that revelation was, it frigging paled in comparison to the honking big machine guns mounted in the back of each vehicle.
Wes shouted a warning over the radio, throwing himself behind the must substantial packing crate he could find. Then he began to return fire even as the box he was hiding behind got absolutely chewed to pieces by bullets.
The big delivery truck that had entered the building moment earlier sped out the roll-up door with a roar, Chapman’s smug face clearly visible in the passenger side mirror. Wes tried to put a few 5.56mm rounds from his M4 through the back tires, and while he’d probably succeeded, it wasn’t enough to stop the truck from disappearing from view.
As the three machine guns continued to tear up his cover, and the other armed men began to spread out throughout the warehouse, Wes cursed. They’d been played for fools again.
Wes started putting bullets through the men trying to kill him, wondering where the hell the leak had come from this time. And how much trouble this new ambush was going to cause the SEAL team.
* * * * *
SO, YOUR DAD was like some big time hacker and you never knew?” Owen asked as he and Andrew stared in awe at the sweet computer rig her father had put together in his Bat Cave.
“Yeah,” Kyla said softly from where she sat in the uber-comfy office chair positioned in front of the desk and keypads. “I’m getting the feeling there are a lot of things I never knew about my dad.”
Neither of her friends said anything to that, which she actually appreciated. She hadn’t called them up at this godawful time of morning and asked them to meet her here to complain about her dad and his secrets. Sure, the moral support they provided by being here was nice, but honestly, it was their hacking skills she needed the most. What Kyla was planning was next-level hacking crap and without her friends’ help she’d likely get locked up in a federal prison for decades.
“You really intend to hack your way into the Navy’s Special Operations servers on Coronado just so you can find out where they sent Wes?” Andrew asked, leaning forward to gaze at one of the computer screen mounted to the far wall, scanning the IP addresses for all the different servers on the base. “Isn’t that a little extreme?”
Extreme.
Psychotic.
Stupid.
Insane.
Any of those terms could be used to describe her current plan. But no matter how many times she told herself that, her head kept coming back to the thought that this was the only way she’d know for sure where Wes was and that he was safe.
Kyla had no idea how long she’d stayed huddled under the covers in Wes’s bed staring at the ceiling, trying to understand what happened. One moment, she’d been having the most amazing sex in her life, the next Wes was practically running out of the apartment, without giving her an idea where he was going or when he might get back.
There was a reasonable and mature part of her mind that knew this wasn’t Wes’s fault. That it wasn’t anyone’s fault. He was a SEAL and disappearing like this was part of the job. She’d been over that repeatedly with Wes, Hayley, Owen, and Andrew. But none of that kept the tears from running down her cheeks as she thought about Wes out there somewhere alone, injured, and hurting. She knew she was being dramatic, but she simply couldn’t stop herself. She’d always been blessed—or cursed—with one hell of an imagination. And it was that imagination that had ultimately gotten her out of Wes’s bed and onto the phone with Owen and Andrew. Wherever Wes was out there in the world right now, she needed to find him.
“I understand if you guys don’t want to get involved in this,” she murmured as she clicked away on the keyboard, looking for a server that would get her inside the Imperial Beach complex. “This has nothing to do with uncovering a corrupt politician or putting a criminal in prison. This is me hacking into a DOD facility so I can find track down my boyfriend and make sure he’s okay. It’s personal and probably selfish, but I’m doing it anyway.”
“It’s not that either of us have a problem with helping you,” Owen said. “We simply want to make sure you’ve thought it all out. I mean, this plan of yours takes stalking to a whole new level. Wes is probably going to lose his mind if he ever finds out you did it.”
She sighed. “Well, I guess that means we’ll have to make sure he never finds out then.”
“You sure there isn’t another way to do this?” Andrew asked. “Maybe see if Hayley knows somebody who could tell you where Wes went?”
Kyla shook her head.
“I don’t want to involve Hayley in this. There’s too much chance it would get tracked back to her or Chasen. I don’t want anyone on the SEAL team taking the heat for this.”
Andrew opened his mouth—no doubt to point out Kyla obviously had no problem with him and Owen taking the heat for it—but then nodded. “Okay. If we’re doing this, let’s do it. Unlike you, I actually have to attend my classes to pass them and I have systems engineering with Dr. Soto at nine o’clock.”
She gave both of them a grateful smile. “Thanks.”
Sitting down on either side of her, Owen and Andrew began running password cracking software on the various servers, looking for weaknesses. Getting into the classified systems at the Imperial Beach complex should have been damn hard, if not impossible. After all, the place had only come fully online and operational a few months ago. Considering how many taxpayer dollars were sunk into the facilities, cybersecurity should have been state of the art.
Surprisingly, it wasn’t.
Her original plan had been to find an easily accessible server somewhere on the base and use it to worm her way into the next server, aiming for one that was part of the same classified network as her ultimate target. Then she could leapfrog from server to server, cracking passwords, and encryption codes until she found what she was looking for. The process would normally have take days.
But none of that was necessary. The Imperial Beach secure server was absolutely riddled with back doors, trap doors, and plain crappy security features. It was the worst Kyla had ever seen. Crap, her grade school had better security to protect the menu for tomorrow’s lunch.
“Whoever built this system put these weak links in on purpose,” Owen murmured as the three of them slipped right into what was supposed to be one of the Navy’s most secure operational databases, bypassing every single security feature in five minutes. “This system has probably been compromised since the day they turned it on. I wouldn’t be surprised if there’s a foreign country doing surveillance on everything the SEALs are doing.”
