Vengeance: The Program Book 4

by N. M. Catalano

  It will be. And I’ll be damn sure you’ll get wet every time you think about it.

  Loosening my grip, I turn my attention to both of Gwen’s holes. I place one hand at the curve of her ass and glide the fingertips of the other through her wetness and up to the puckered circle, smearing the silky wetness around it.

  Hell, I may as well say it like it is.

  “I wish I had two cocks so I could fuck you in both places at the same time.” I meet her gaze and grin. “For you darlin’, not for me.” I wink at her and chuckle. I can hear her sudden intake of breath as she trembles beneath my touch. With our eyes locked, I circle her back hole with a thumb. “So many sensations here, darlin’,” I whisper. I press lightly against the entrance, then circle again. “I’m going to fill you up,” I slip a finger into her pussy, “here,” I whisper. As I thrust in and out of her wetness, I keep my thumb pressed against her ass. She starts to rock into my movements. When the tight opening starts to let me in, I grin again, “And here.” When my thumb disappears inside her, I give her two fingers in her sheath. “So, so, full,” I thrust in and out.

  She arches her back, closes her eyes, and gets lost in what I’m doing to her. “Yes,” she breathes.

  Keeping my thumb in her rear, I slip my fingers from her, grip my shaft, and press the tip inside her. “I’ve been waiting for this a long time, Gwendolyn.” My voice is low and rough.

  “Me too, Bull,” She opens her eyes and locks them with mine.

  Her gaze burns a hole through me straight to my heart.

  I grasp her hip with my free hand and push into her.

  Home. It’s like coming home.

  I growl, Gwendolyn moans, and we start to move.

  It’s slow and leisurely at first, Gwendolyn awakening to the new sensations, me getting lost inside of her. Then the fires get hotter. I hold her tighter as my thrusts get stronger and deeper. When she holds still and gives in, I start to play. With long, deep strokes of my hips, I begin with shallow circles in her back entrance, just enough to ignite new sensations. I can feel her tightening around my thickness, so I thrust my thumb in and out of her ass just enough to give her more.

  “Oh God, oh God, oh God,” she pants.

  “That’s it, baby. So good, so fucking good,” I rumble.

  Gwendolyn falling apart under my touch is the damn holy grail.

  “Oh my God, Bull,” her voice is rising.

  Almost there.

  I let go of her hip and feed my hand to her front and find her clit. I pinch that beautiful, swollen bud, and hold it.

  Her walls start spasming around my cock and thumb violently as she buries her face in the bed and screams.

  Her coming is a beautiful fucking sight.

  I can’t hold it any longer. My hips slam into her over and over as my own orgasm rushes from me like a goddamn tidal wave.

  Her body relaxes as my movements slow. She falls to the bed and I go with her. I can’t bring myself to pull out of her, she feels too good. Turning us to our sides, I pull her to me and cover her with light kisses as I soften in her heat.

  She’s breathing heavily as I whisper, “I’ll get a towel.”

  It’s on my way to the bathroom I wonder if she’s on birth control. Now’s a great time to think about that.

  I push the thought aside figuring she would have said something if she wasn’t. When I get back to her bedroom, I take a snapshot in my mind of her satisfied and spent in her bed. Lifting one of her legs a little, I take a moment to watch my cum leak from her. I don’t care what anyone says, that right there is sexy as hell. After I wipe the liquids from her, I grab the blanket and cover our bodies with it.

  I might be a filthy bastard, but I’m not cold hearted. This may be the only time for Gwen and me, but I’m not running out on her. At least not yet.

  Under the covers, I pull her against me again. Her breathing has evened out as she moans a soft sigh.

  “Sleep darlin’,” I whisper against her hair. She squeezes my arm and I can envision her contented smile.

  It’s not long before she does. I allow myself a few more minutes of this intimate moment with her.

  Before I shut that shit down and leave her. Because she doesn’t need any more danger. That’s exactly what being attached to me in any way would get her.

  CHAPTER 18

  Bull

  After I left Gwen, it was damn hard to and a complete dick move, I did my rounds through the house. This time I looked for anything that might tell us something we don’t already know. Letters, scrawled messages on notepads, anything that might confirm they’d received an offer to purchase their mill share and who the buyers were. The information we’d found through our research indicated the purchaser was represented by a bank in London. There has to be something, or someone local. A front company, someone working on their behalf. It’s got to be somewhere, we know this shit doesn’t come flying in on unicorns and fairies. I didn’t find anything laying around the house in the stack of junk mail on the kitchen counter, but I honestly didn’t expect something like that to be thrown carelessly to the side. I hoped, but no such luck.

  This house, that money, it’s their life. Neither of them would treat something so important so carelessly.

  Not like I did with my family.

  Don’t go there, Bull. Keep your head on straight and your balls out of your ass.

  Right. Stay focused.

  I was out of the house before anyone awoke this morning. In order to remain focused I need to keep my distance from Gwendolyn. If I get within ten feet of her, I lose all self-control. My dick takes over and there’s no stopping it.

  Look at what happened last night.

  I know I should regret it, but I don’t. I indulged in her, and if I had to sell my soul, whatever’s left of it, I would have, just to have that one night with her.

  One night. That’s all I’ll have. If I had a thousand, it wouldn’t be enough. Not for everything I want to do with her. Not for the moments I want to share with her. Not for all the filthy, dirty things I want to do with that luscious body. But our one night is enough.

  It’ll have to be.

  I saw the lights come on in the house from my truck, I watched as each one flicked on as the house woke up and Gwendolyn and Mrs. M. began their day. I envisioned their movements, pictured Gwen sipping her tea at the table and the scowl she’d have on, and Mrs. M. complaining about me being out here. That made me chuckle.

  As good as it is being in there with them, with Gwendolyn, I’m not here to play house. I’m here to do a job. I can’t do that if I’m distracted. Gwen’s mouth, tits, ass, and twat are major distractions.

  Whether or not Gwendolyn knows it, she’s got me wrapped around her finger. There’s no way I can remain focused around her. I have to. For her.

  The lights in the house go dark. They’re getting ready to leave. I start up my truck and wait for the garage door to slide up. The minutes pass as snapshots from last night flash through my mind, the sounds Gwendolyn made as she exploded, the feel of her skin against mine, her face when she rode me taking what she wanted from me, the feel of her wet heat wrapped around me. She’s so much woman, unrestrained, uninhibited, and perfect in every way. Something primal within me roars with the need to protect her. She’s mine even if I can’t have her.

  I hear the mechanisms for the door before the white panel starts to rise. I watch Gwen back the car out and down the driveway as the garage door closes. Then she pulls onto the street. I put my truck in gear ready to follow behind her. The car slows when it nears mine. Two hands jut out of each front door window and flip me off before they continue on their merry way.

  “Damn!” I roar with laughter. “The apple does not fall far from the tree.” I shake my head, still chuckling, as I merge onto the street and follow them.

  I’ve got my hands full with those two. That gives me a good feeling.

  Don’t get distracted. There’s too much shit happening.

  When we
get to the coffee shop, I don’t get out of my truck. I scanned the area as we pulled into the parking lot. Nothing is different today. We’re meeting early to review what the drone returned with from the mill. We sent it back in last night.

  Things are tense. A lot could have happened since we were there. We weren’t surprised when no one was reported shot from our last visit. The guard wasn’t supposed to be there. No one was supposed to be there. Hell, their merchandise isn’t supposed to be in there. They don’t own it. Not yet. But they sure as fuck took over the place as if they already do.

  Not if we can help it.

  I watch as Gwen and Mrs. M. stroll toward the entrance of the coffee shop, not giving me a second look. They’re mad at me. I don’t blame them. I’ve steered clear of the house during waking hours, that’s after the old woman invited me into their home and treated me as one of their own. That’s fucking rude.

  They know to a certain extent I’m there to protect them. I’m not there to visit or get to know them. I’m not there to court Gwen or become one of the family. I’m a hired gun, a watchdog. And if necessary, a killer to anyone who might need me to be. That is my only reason for being at their house.

  For all of the precautionary measures I’ve taken to keep some distance from Gwendolyn, last night I fell hard. And God help me, I don’t regret it. Not one goddamn bit. What I do regret is having had to ignore her and treat her like shit afterward. If things were different, I’d have held her all night long, and watched her face as she woke this morning. I’d have made her breakfast, then took a shower with her, washed her hair, then made love to her again.

  But things aren’t different. It’s my job to make sure she has a future to do all of that with the father of her ten babies. Her and his ten fucking babies.

  “Fuck that,” I growl as I get out of the truck and go to the tattoo shop.

  The door’s unlocked when I pull on the handle. The main room is dark, but the light’s on in Rock’s office.

  I’ve got to hand it to the guy, he’s got good taste. The place is sleek as hell. Chrome, black leather, original nouveau artwork on the walls from our best work. It’s completely sophisticated bad ass.

  It’s really just a front. To the outside, we’re tattoo artists.

  We’re not. We’re soldiers, regardless if we’ve been sleeping the past few years. The four of us knew we’d get called back in. We’re just unsure as to what our assignment actually is now. Things have gotten blurry. There was no backlash from headquarters when we didn’t complete the mission. We didn’t return Summer and basically flipped headquarters the big ‘Fuck You’ by keeping her. Our bosses are not the kind of people who’d say, ‘That’s alright, we forgive you.’

  Which is why when we found out there was a contract out on us, we assumed it was from the higher-ups at The Program.

  Honestly, I’m not so sure anymore. Not with the shit storm brewing at the mill. And with whomever took Sasha. There are just too many coincidences, too many damn players.

  I push open Rock’s office door and step inside. Rock and Snake are here; Gringo must be next door. There are three cups of coffee on the desk, one in front of Rock, along with a laptop, who’s seated behind it, and one in front of Snake across from it. Snake’s kicked back with his feet propped up on the glass surface. Dude’s always laidback as hell. I take a chair across from the desk, pull the plastic lid off, and chug half the cups contents in one gulp.

  Snake takes a sideways glance at me. “Take fucking human sips.”

  “Kiss my ass,” I snap and finish off the rest.

  I am not in the mood for his shit this morning.

  Rock glares at me. “Rough night?”

  I stare right back at him. “Don’t you start with me, too.” I can feel Snake’s eyes on me. I turn to look at him. “What?!”

  “You fucked her, didn’t you?” he says casually.

  Do I have a sign on my face or something?

  “No, I didn’t…,” I begin.

  “Don’t you fucking lie, I can see pussy all over your face, dude,” Snake cuts me off.

  Son of a bitch!

  I crush the cup in my hand. “It wasn’t like that,” I snarl.

  Rock shakes his head. “Bull, you are aware what this can do.”

  “I know!”

  “I know how you feel about her,” he continues. “And when this is over, you can ride off in the sunset, or whatever the hell you want to do. But you’ve got to keep your dick in your pants. With her. Fuck the whole rest of the town for all we care. Get a different recreational piece every day just to take the edge off…”

  “Gwen,” I cut him off, gritting through my teeth, “is not a recreational piece of ass.”

  “Whoa, dude, we didn’t mean it like that,” Snake holds up his hands. “That right there is exactly why you need to keep your distance. We’ve got enough to worry about with Raven, Summer, and Sasha.”

  He’s right, they’re both right. Look at what happened to Sasha. Every day that goes by is another day she’s probably being tortured as a sex slave overseas.

  That can’t happen to Gwendolyn.

  Goddamn it!

  “Can we get to business?” I ask tightly.

  They both glare at me. Rock lets out a heavy breath, but my sex life is no longer the topic of conversation. Good. He snaps open the computer, clicks a couple of keys, and stares at the screen waiting for whatever he’s got to show us to load.

  “Do you still think the contract came from The Program?” I ask. I’m not certain if this has crossed any of their minds. It sure as shit has crossed mine.

  Rock runs a finger along his jaw. He’s thinking. “The possibility it came from somewhere else has crossed my mind.

  “Me too,” Snake appears relaxed. He’s anything but.

  “If not them, then who?”

  Rock’s gaze fixes on the computer screen. “Someone who knows what they’re doing.”

  A million fucking things race through my mind, searching for connections and answers. Each avenue comes up dead.

  “Did you find anything at the house about an offer to purchase their share?” Snake questions.

  “Not a damn thing, but I didn’t expect something like that to be laying out next to the crochet needles,” and it pissed me off.

  “I suggest you just come out and ask,” Snake and his dry attitude.

  I glare at him.

  “The drone came back,” Rock states quietly.

  The air in the room shifts. We all shift to military mode.

  The quieter Rock gets, the more pissed off he is. This is not a good sign,

  “Have you reviewed the footage already?” I ask, impatient to see what it got.

  “Yes.” That’s all he says.

  I love the asshole, but sometimes I want to choke the shit out of him.

  “Seems like Christmas came early for our friends over there,” Snake states with a sarcastic smirk.

  I turn my attention to him. “You’ve seen the footage?”

  “Not yet, but Rock briefly went over it with Gringo at the coffee shop. Gave him some new food for thought.” Snake can be such a dick sometimes.

  “I had to. You know Gringo, he can find answers with his connections in the dark web we can’t get anywhere else,” Rock replies as he turns the computer so the three of us can watch the feed the drone recorded.

  My old friend roars to life inside me, the beast who wants vengeance. The familiar surge of adrenaline pumps through my veins, the same thrill I always got before a mission. They feel it too; I can see it in their faces. It’s sick, and it’s twisted, but we get off on this shit. The thrill of the hunt, the rush of revenge, the sweet satisfaction of destruction.

  The drone we have is military grade. It’s sleek and it’s quiet, and better video technology can only be found at NASA. We’d be able to count the pubic hairs on a naked man if we wanted to. The cam recorded with night vision because we went in at night in order to miss any traffic there might be dur
ing the day. It doesn’t matter. It’s actually better. We were able to get a more thorough walk through because of the lack of activity.

  “As you can see, more merchandise has been brought in,” Rock points out the new crates lining the hallways. “But wait, we’ll get to what I think is the most interesting part.”

  “This is just the intro?” Snake asks dryly. “I should have brought some popcorn.”

  He might be a dick sometimes, but Snake is the best sharp shooter I’ve ever seen. His keen eye for the slightest details is infuckinghuman. The guy’s got eyes like a damn eagle.

  The three of us are silently watching the feed as the camera glides through the darkened hallways of the old mill. My heart is pounding. I’m right there in it, seeing, hearing, breathing what’s happening on the feed. We’ve walked the halls, we’ve studied the plans, I’m moving right there with our robotic accomplice. I’ve memorized everything that was in there before. They have gotten some new merchandise. We’re going to have to compare it with what we found previously.

  “You’ve got snapshots of the new stuff?” I ask.

  “Yeah,” Rock answers, his gaze never moving from the screen. I wonder how many times he’s watched it. He probably sat up all night in front of the computer screen with his eyes glued to the live feed as it came in. “Gringo already has it to send off for translation.”

  Snake turns to him. “Did you send it to headquarters?”

  I turn to Rock and watch his expression.

  “No,” he states quietly. “This one is for us.”

  We don’t comment.

  We’re doing this on our own. There are no orders. We’re going in alone, no one knows, and from the looks of things, nobody is going to find out.

  Thank fucking God.

  “This is it,” Rock smiles. It’s evil and devious and is exactly how we all feel.

  The drone turns the corner at the center of the mill. The hub. The heart of the building. This is the location where the laboratory is.