Protected by a Hero

by Susan Stoker, Cristin Harber, Cora Seton, Lynn Raye Harris, Kaylea Cross, Katie Reus, Tessa Layne

  “I can’t tell you.”

  “I think you fucking can. We’re running for our lives, and I’ve risked everything by getting you into Ian’s organization. The least you can do is be straight with me in return.”

  “Jesus, you never give up.”

  “No.”

  He shot her a look. “This could mean my ass, you realize.” Then he sighed. “There’s nothing much to tell. This isn’t a sanctioned op, and we’re all taking a risk trying to expose Black. But he’s getting his information from somewhere, quite possibly the CIA, and Mendez wants to know where the leak is. There’s more to it, including an operation that nearly cost one of our teammates his life, and that of his wife and son too. We almost didn’t get there in time. And we still don’t know who suppressed the information, but there could be a link to Black. Expose him, find the bastard.”

  Goose bumps rose on her skin at the thought. “Your teammate and his family are fine?”

  “They are. He’s the one who just shot us out of there, by the way.”

  “Then I’ll have to thank him some day. Assuming we make it.”

  He reached over and took her hand, dragging it to his lips. When they touched her skin, her entire body quivered with heat and need.

  “I won’t let anything happen to you, baby.”

  Warmth filled her. “I won’t let anything happen to you either. But consider that if it was Ian who turned us in, there won’t be anyone waiting to help us.”

  He squeezed her hand before letting it go. “We’ll try it your way, then. If we get to the checkpoint and no one is there, we’ll know, right?

  “That’s what I think. If he meant to betray us back there, he’d have no reason to set up an escape route.”

  Nick sighed. “So where’s this mysterious checkpoint we need to hit?”

  She took her phone out and called up the plan Ian had sent earlier. She knew it could be a dummy plan, but she had to try. He always sent an escape plan when the environment was urban, so if he hadn’t sent one this time, she’d have been suspicious. Maybe this plan was simply meant to make her believe all was normal. But maybe it was real.

  It was a chance they had to take.

  “The old quarter. The gray building on Sultan bin Mohammed Street, behind the McDonald’s and across from the vegetable market.”

  “God, I hate Qu’rimi addresses. Why can’t they number anything?”

  “They’re working on it.”

  “Not fast enough for us.”

  “We’ll get there, Nick.”

  After that crazy escape from the blocked street and the intersection, when the helicopter had suddenly banked and crashed and Nick had pointed their car between other cars set too close together and just blasted his way through, she had to believe they would make it.

  The streets were normal here as they rolled through the city. Not deserted, but not packed either. It was late, and many of the residents were at home. The drama at the consulate did not translate to the city as a whole. She knew their car bore obvious damage, but it wasn’t the kind of thing most Qu’rimis would pay attention to. The streets here were usually jammed with any combination of rusted-out vehicles, donkey carts, motor scooters, and pedestrians. A scraped-up SUV was nothing in a city that constantly worried if it would have enough to eat this week or if the opposition forces would cut off the supplies to the city.

  But the sooner they got another car, the better she’d feel.

  Nick’s phone rang and he slid the bar before putting it to his ear. “Brandon. … What? Seriously? … You guys fucking rock, you know that? … Yeah, love you too.” He laughed and she realized it was the first time she’d heard him laugh without any kind of restraint. “See you in Baq. … Fuck yeah, you can count on it.”

  He dropped the phone into the cup holder. “Echo Squad has Ian Black in custody. They’ll question him closely, relieve him of the virus if he has it, and let him go. But not before we can get back and search that server room.”

  Victoria blinked. “Wow, they have Ian? I didn’t think he’d get caught.”

  “He’s surrounded by the best of the best. How could he not get caught?”

  “He won’t tell them anything, you know.”

  “No, but if he has the vials, they’ll at least be safe.”

  Victoria leaned her head against the seat and watched the city lights slide by overhead. She was more tired than she thought she’d be. The adrenaline rush from earlier was seeping away and leaving her boneless. She’d barely slept at all last night, and while she’d snatched naps today, it hadn’t been quite enough. She’d been far more keyed up before an op than usual.

  But that was because of Emily.

  She’d kept thinking about Emily sounding so frantic on the phone, which had messed with her ability to rest. She’d had to shove all that emotional turmoil down deep to get the job done, but now it was out again and swirling inside her belly and brain. She was tired, but terrified for Emily.

  It wasn’t a good combination.

  They eventually found the building they needed. Victoria dialed the number Ian had given her. If no one came, they’d know the entire mission had been a setup. But if someone did…?

  It didn’t mean Ian wasn’t dirty, but it at least would help her feel less heartsick.

  When a Qu’rimi man met them, she was still wary. Nick looked ready to shoot the man if he so much as looked at them cross-eyed, but the guy didn’t show any signs of deception. He brought them a different car, wished them well and Godspeed, and took the one they had. He also gave them a key, but he told them he didn’t know what the key went to.

  Victoria dialed the next number in the plan, her heart thumping as she waited for everything to go to hell. But the next contact gave them the landmarks they needed and yet another contact gave them the street and building description. When they finally reached the safe haven for the night, she was beginning to believe it was real. The house was small and nondescript and had gates that opened and let them drive into a courtyard.

  No one came out to greet them as they pushed open the doors to the Jeep the first man had given them and stepped out into the silent night. This house was on the edge of the city in a quiet quarter, and nothing stirred other than the occasional cat on the prowl.

  “I think we’re alone,” she said.

  “I’ll search the house.”

  He took the key and disappeared into the night. She let him go, leaning against the side of the Jeep and yawning. He returned a few minutes later, materializing out of the darkness and nearly scaring her silly.

  “It’s empty. I need to turn the Jeep, in case we need to leave fast, but take your pack and go inside. I’ll be there in a minute.”

  She did as he said, too tired to argue as she trudged toward the darkened house. When she stepped inside, she realized he’d turned on a small battery-powered lantern for her. The house probably had electricity, but it wasn’t a good idea to use it and become a beacon.

  Victoria yawned again as she dropped her pack on a table. The house was small and made of mud brick, but its interior was cool and bare.

  There was a bed in the main room and a crude shower with what turned out to be cold water. Victoria turned the tap off and dried her hand before returning to the bed and sinking down on it.

  Nick came into the room and dropped his burden in the corner. The room grew smaller with him in it. The air thickened until breathing was almost impossible. She couldn’t think of a single thing to say.

  Nick came over and lifted her to her feet, dragging the burka over her head. She’d forgotten she was wearing it until that moment. She was cooler suddenly, lighter. She took a deep breath and let it out again.

  Nick’s hand ghosted over her cheek. “You’re exhausted. You need to sleep.”

  “It’s been a long day.”

  “A long few days.”

  “That too.”

  He tugged her T-shirt from her pants and lifted it over her head. She didn’t protest
as the cool air slid across her heated skin. Next he pushed her pants down, bending to untie her boots and slip them from her feet. When she was standing there in her underwear, he dragged the covers back and urged her into the bed.

  “Where will you be?”

  “I’ll be watching for a while. If it stays quiet, I’ll get some sleep too.”

  “Sleep with me.”

  It was a command and not a request. He chuckled softly.

  “Nowhere else I’d rather be, sunshine.”

  Victoria turned onto her side as he pulled the covers back up. He bent and kissed her on the cheek. “Sleep, sweetheart. I’ll keep you safe.”

  * * *

  Nick prowled the small house and grounds for the first hour, listening for signs of anyone coming for them. But it was quiet and still, nothing but a dog barking here and there and a couple of cats yowling as they fought over territory. He cradled his MK 16 and patrolled the perimeter for another hour, checking and rechecking entry points and listening for traffic.

  After the third hour, he decided they were safe for the night. Whatever Ian Black’s reasons for being at the consulate tonight, he’d intended them to finish this job and get out safely. Nick went inside and propped the gun near the bed before stripping out of his T-shirt and lying down beside Victoria.

  As much as he wanted to be naked with her, it was best if he keep his boots and pants on, just in case. He stayed on top of the covers, his dick hardening painfully as he listened to her breathing.

  He dozed a bit, always waking every few minutes and listening to the night sounds. When Victoria turned in her sleep and threw a leg over him, his heart beat harder at the realization she’d pushed the covers down and her body was now bared to him. Her hand came to rest on his naked chest and she snuggled in closer. He put an arm around her and lay there with his cock throbbing and his blood humming.

  “Nick,” she sighed… and then her mouth opened over his skin, her tongue swirling along the ridge of his pectoral. When she found his nipple and tongued it, need arrowed through him, centering in his cock and making it impossibly hard.

  “Victoria… honey, don’t do that. Jesus, don’t do that.”

  Her hand snaked down his body, beneath the waistband of his pants, and cupped the hard length of him.

  Nick groaned. “Fuck.”

  “Yes,” she said, though he’d meant it as a curse and not a suggestion.

  Though it was a hell of a suggestion. He was wound tight after the events of the day, and coming would be the perfect way to relieve some of the tension. Apparently, she felt the same way.

  With a growl, he pushed her onto her back, ripping the covers out of the way and snapping her bra open in quick succession. He lifted it off her arms and dropped it. Then he proceeded to attack her breasts, licking and sucking her nipples while she fisted her hands in his hair and moaned.

  He slid down her torso, licking a path to the sweetness he craved. He could smell her desire, feel her heat as he pushed her panties down her legs and stripped them off.

  “That’s not what I was asking for,” she gasped as he pushed her legs wide. “I wanted to please you.”

  He took that moment to slide his tongue into her wetness and lick his way up to her clitoris in one long swipe. “This does please me,” he said as she moaned.

  He pushed her folds open and fastened his mouth on her clitoris, licking, sucking, nibbling softly as her hips writhed and her body jerked. She arched her back, the peaks of her nipples the highest point on her body as her head rolled on the pillow.

  “Nick, God… I want to come…”

  He lifted her to him as if she were a buffet, eating her pussy like a man starved. She turned her head into the pillow and screamed as she came, and a wave of satisfaction rolled through him.

  He got to his knees and started unbuckling his belt. He took his time freeing his cock, because she was still panting and gasping for breath. Then she looked right at him, her eyes gleaming in the meager light coming in from outside. He could see the hunger building again as she let her gaze sweep over him.

  “Do you want more, Victoria?”

  “Yes. Hell, yes.”

  He wrapped a fist around his aching cock and stroked it. Victoria scrambled up and pushed his pants down his hips. Then she bent and took him in her mouth, her sweet tongue curling and stroking the sensitive skin as she sucked him.

  He was tempted to let her do it, let her finish him this way. But he wanted to be inside her. Needed to be.

  As if she sensed his need, she lifted her head and looked up at him. Their eyes locked for a long while, and then he reached down and cupped the back of her head, lifting her to him and crushing her mouth to his.

  They knelt together on the bed, arms wrapped around each other, mouths fused and hungrily demanding more, bodies slick with sweat and need.

  His blood pounded in his veins, urging him to impale her and thrust hard, but last night was her first time and she wasn’t quite ready for that. He had to take it easy with her. Treat her as delicately as she deserved.

  What he hadn’t counted on was her pushing him down to the bed, straddling him. She reached for his cock and guided it to her entrance. And then she sank down on him with a hiss and soft moan.

  “You don’t have to if it hurts,” he whispered in her ear.

  She pushed herself upright, sinking lower on his cock. “It hurts not to, Nick.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  Victoria sat very still, not moving. She was full, so full, her body stretched wide by his invasion. Yes, she was still sore, but she actually relished it. It wasn’t bad, but all day long she’d been reminded of what she’d been doing to create that delicious ache between her thighs.

  Skin against skin, breaths mingling, bodies joined deeply, the world slipping away for a few hours as they lost themselves in each other.

  She wanted that again and again.

  The night was quiet, the air charged as he lay beneath her, his hands on her hips, holding her still. She felt safe with him. Protected. A wave of warmth flowed through her, over her. She shuddered with everything she was feeling. His fingers tightened, digging into her skin.

  “It’s amazing being with you,” she said, the darkness giving her courage.

  His fingers tightened again, but he didn’t say anything. A tiny shard of sadness pricked her, but she refused to let it take hold. Instead, she lifted herself slowly, deliberately, his cock sliding to her entrance, before sinking down again, taking him all in.

  He let out an explosive breath when she did it again.

  “You like that?” she asked, emboldened.

  “Like it? That’s a pretty mild word for how good it feels.”

  Victoria bent and kissed him, and he lifted his head to capture her mouth with a growl. As she grew accustomed to the feel of him, she moved faster, her body rising and sinking, taking him deeper, her clit grinding against his pubic bone whenever she lowered herself.

  The pressure inside her built until she was moving frantically, trying to reach that peak once more. Nick held her hips hard, thrusting up inside her again and again. Her pussy tightened, the walls growing slicker than before, the tension spiraling to almost painful heights.

  Victoria wrenched her mouth from his and lifted herself, throwing her head back as she rode him. He followed her up, his mouth fastening on one of her nipples, sucking hard. His fingers slipped between them, worked her deliberately, pushing her toward the edge.

  This time when she came, there was no pillow to stuff in her mouth to mute the sound. She exploded with a sharp cry, her body milking his as tender walls clamped down and wrung every last ounce of pleasure from him that she could take.

  “Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned—and then he flipped her over while she was still shuddering and pounded into her, his cock taking her higher once more when she would have thought it was impossible.

  She came again, even though she wasn’t finished with her last orgasm. The power of this on
e caught her by surprise as it rippled over her, joining the first and expanding it beyond anything she’d yet experienced.

  Victoria saw spots. Her vision blackened and her lungs refused to work for long seconds. Later, she would swear she passed out for those few seconds. When she came back to herself, Nick stiffened, his body jerking as he poured himself into her with a harsh groan.

  When he was finished coming, he propped himself on his elbows, taking her mouth in a hot, thorough kiss that still managed to leave her panting in spite of everything they’d just done.

  “I’ll be your spotter for the rest of my career if every mission can end like this,” he said with a soft laugh.

  His voice warmed her. She was never quite certain how to act when they finished—what… fucking? Making love? Having sex?—but he made her feel at ease. Special. Beautiful.

  She lifted her legs, sliding her knees along his sides before he caught them and pushed her open wider. His cock was still hard, and a shiver ran over her.

  “Let’s just skip the missions and do this,” she said, shocked at the sensual purr in her voice.

  “Sold,” he whispered. “Let’s get out of this one alive and then find an island somewhere. I’ll make you come as often as you want. I’ll be your sex slave to command.”

  She laughed. “Do you think you can make me come again, slave?”

  He shifted his hips, his cock swelling inside her tender sex. “I know I can, sweetheart.”

  He wasn’t lying.

  * * *

  They were on the desert highway early the next morning. Getting out of Ras al-Dura hadn’t been difficult since the NATO peacekeepers controlled access. An assassination at the Russian consulate wasn’t as important as keeping things running smoothly in the city and keeping the Qu’rimi opposition from invading.

  Victoria was quiet as she stared straight ahead. She kept checking her phone, and Nick knew she was hoping for a message from Emily. But since that call early yesterday, there’d been nothing.