by Linzi Basset
An untimely response considering they were on a job to establish if the kidnapped daughter of Senator Wilson was being held in the house they were watching.
He shifted slightly. To her mortification, his hips settled snugly between her thighs. Paxton didn’t appreciate being held down and silenced in such an intimate manner— however much unintended.
“Gahh!” She desperately tried to get a word out from behind his hand before she embarrassed herself.
“Behave. If you weren't where you shouldn’t be, this wouldn’t have been necessary.” He stilled her squirming body by pressing himself down harder. Her eyes widened when she felt a hard ridge pressing against her stomach.
That had better be your gun, you asshole!
She forced her body to remain still as a raw grunt escaped his lips. It seemed he was just as annoyed with his body’s reaction as she was with hers.
Of course, the horny devil on her shoulder urged Paxton to throttle up her power to show the oaf she wasn’t intimidated by his size and sexual allure.
Sexual allure? Where the devil did that come from?
The thought shook Paxton out of her carnal thoughts. She glanced at his face. He was holding her down with his body, his one hand pressed over her mouth while he gazed through a pair of night vision goggles. She relaxed and waited.
“Get ready, Cobras. We move in ten,” Jared barked through a headset as he lifted his weight ever so slightly off her.
“Oomph!” He grunted at the unexpected twist of the shapely woman under him that resulted in her knee grazing his nuts. He growled furiously as she rolled away into a crouching position.
“Keep your paws off me, Bates. My team is exactly where we’re supposed to be, so why don’t you just hit the road?” Paxton sneered under her breath.
“Not only do I outrank you, Miss Lee, I’m also here acting on official orders. You have no idea what you’ve stumbled onto. You and your kitties either play by my rules or piss off.”
“Kitties? Kick his fucking ass, Paxton!” The disembodied voice of Jordan Sutton, her best friend and second in command, spoke into her earpiece.
“No, squeeze the shit out of his nut sack, the fucking dick!” Kezlin Bates snapped, the newest member on Paxton’s team— and, ironically, who happened to be Jared’s younger sister. She was the only one who would dare speak like that about the commander.
“Heads up. There’s movement inside the gate,” Knox Clark, the lookout on the Red Reign team, warned.
“Get down and shut the fuck up,” Jared barked as the voice of his lookout, Cruz Powers, warned of an approaching vehicle. Paxton and Jared hit the ground simultaneously and wouldn’t you know it, his mammoth body was on top of her again.
“I’m beginning to think you just can’t help yourself,” Paxton snapped irritably. “Get the fuck off me, Bates,” she ordered.
His warning grunt quieted her. Why he had the sudden need to protect her, Jared hadn't a clue. Every time there was a slight indication of danger, he acted instinctively.
Yeah, maybe that’s it. Being aroused by her curvaceous silhouette was part of the male DNA but that didn’t mean he intended to act on it.
“Be quiet,” he snapped and cursed to himself as a raw seam of lust broke open in his voice.
Paxton was speechless for the first time in her life as she listened to the unchecked eroticism in his gruff tone. It didn’t sit well with her to be struck mute. Not at all. She resented that he, of all people, was the one who stole her usual snarky remarks that were always at the ready.
Is he reading my playbook? Is that where all these carnal thoughts came from? Because of the dark tones in his voice?
“Would the two of you like a room?”
“Maybe we should postpone this mission until you both figure out what the sexual score is you’ve got going on over there.”
The voices of Jordan and Brock Carter, Jared’s second in command, cackled over their earpieces.
“Shut up,” Paxton and Jared replied in unison, both highly annoyed that the sexual tension between them had been noticed by their respective teams.
“Silence! Down,” Jared ordered but didn’t move from the protective hunch over Paxton. He pushed the night vision goggles back over his eyes. “Tanner, report the body positions on the heat scanner. Can you identify if there’s a child in the house?”
“I detect four large heat signatures on the ground floor— sleeping from their positions. Based on the size of a fifth one from the top floor, it’s definitely a small child,” Tanner’s hushed voice echoed in Jared’s ear.
“We’re not waiting for that warrant. There’s enough here for reasonable cause. Holding a child against his or her will is a crime. With the arrival of the three who just pitched up, their guard is down. We need to move now if we want to extract the little girl with the minimum amount of disturbance.”
“How the devil do you know about her?” Paxton hissed.
Jared didn’t respond. He was furious at Senator Wilson for tasking civilians in a case that involved a criminal mob. Jared had known Paxton and her team were in danger. It was serendipitous that he had arrived in time to keep them from going in half-cocked to extract the girl.
“Alpha and Bravo teams, we move on my Go. Brock and Tanner, move left. Cruz you’re with me to the right. In, one, two... GO,” Jared ordered.
The next moment, Paxton felt the heat of his body disappear. She squinted to watch as they descended on the house.
“How the hell is it that they always pitch up at the last minute on our gigs?” she muttered. Her voice vibrated with anger. “Knox. Report.”
“They’re a bunch of assholes, but Christ, they move like ghosts,” Knox said in awe. “Shit, they’re already bringing out cuffed people.”
“Really? They just moved two minutes ago,” Kezlin said. “Goddammit, we missed out on some action again,” she complained loudly.
“You know very well we aren’t here to extract, Kezlin, just to find and report,” Paxton said.
“Doesn’t mean I don’t yearn for some serious ass-kicking,” Kezlin lamented.
“You can come out now, kitties,” Cruz Powers called from the other side of the shrubs from where they were surveilling.
“I’m tired of hearing you call us kitties,” Knox growled in his ear.
“Impressive, kitten,” Cruz drawled, not having heard her approach from the side. “What, no quick riposte? You’re slipping, kitty,” he taunted. “Oh, no, you don’t,” he said, catching the stiletto boot she aimed toward his crotch. He wiggled his eyebrows at her and with a yank, pulled the other foot from under her. She hit the ground with a loud grunt. “Next time you attack me, little one, I’ll take it as an invitation to fuck you. Don’t say you weren’t warned.”
“In your fucking dreams, asshole and even then I’ll tear your nut sack off with my bare hands and stuff it up your chauvinistic ass!” Knox responded angrily as she dusted herself off and stomped away with his rumbling laughter chasing after her.
“Enough, you two. This is a serious matter. Leave your personal shit for later,” Paxton snapped. The two of them had been at loggerheads from their first meeting three months ago. She tapped Cruz on his shoulder as she walked past him. “I’d swallow that laugh if I were you. She doesn’t make idle threats,”
The heels of her Jimmy Choo ankle boots clipped out every angry step in the direction of the house. Her target— the self-righteous commander ordering everyone around.
She regarded him through lowered eyelids. Just looking at him caused her breathing to become labored. There was much to be said for the charismatic man she found herself struggling to ignore. Standing over six feet, he dwarfed her. His eyes narrowed as he watched her approach. His wide, sensual mouth relaxed as their eyes met. The tip of her tongue flicked over her lips as she visualized what it would feel like to be kissed by him. She shuddered at the thought of his strong arms, wrapped around her, holding her against his hard torso. The thought evoked a rippl
e of excitement inside her throbbing loins.
Good lord, Paxton! Focus!
His amused expression refreshed her ire as she stopped in front of him. No doubt he already knew how his hot body affected her. He probably had the pick of any amount of booty he wanted.
“We need to talk, Bates.” The sharp edge to her voice cut through the air as she neared the Cobra team members gathered on the front porch of the mansion. The vellus hair on the nape of her neck bristled as she noticed the mocking gesture of his raised eyebrows along with the smug amusement that glinted in his eyes. He was about to learn she wasn’t a woman to be toyed with.
Dammit! Why do I only now notice his eyes are the color of honey? She blinked to hide her fascination with the different shades of gold enhanced by the porch light reflected in them. Warm and oh, so addictive— just like melted chocolate. Get a grip, Paxton. You’re pissed at him and it’s utterly inappropriate to be drowning in those mesmerizing orbs!
“If it’s about anything other than securing the perimeter, it’ll have to wait.” His eyes darkened as she pursed her lips. “The successful recovery of the little girl takes priority, Miss Lee. Cruz verified that some of the kidnappers we expected to be here aren’t in the house. We need to stay vigilant.”
“How would you know who should be present?” She glanced at the impressive mansion. They’d acted immediately upon knowing that a six-year-old girl was inside and followed the transmitter hidden in her bracelet. Paxton had no idea who it belonged to but it had made her wonder why someone, who was obviously wealthy, would kidnap a senator’s daughter.
Jared’s attention was drawn to Brock walking toward them with a little girl clinging to his neck, crying. He looked incapable of calming her down and cast a distraught look at Jared who took the three risers of the staircase in one languid stretch.
“Come here, little cherub,” he cooed. The little girl reacted immediately to his deep, soothing voice, all but lunging into his arms. “There now, you’re safe, Courtney. We’re taking you home.”
“To mommy and daddy?” she said in a teary voice.
“Yes. They’re waiting for you.” He moved her to his side and dug a handkerchief out of his pocket. “But we can’t let them see all these tears, now can we?”
Courtney shook her head as he gently dabbed her cheeks. She smiled tremulously at the man Paxton’s Red Reign team had been referring to as the big bad wolf.
Well, that frightening characterization just didn’t fit the ease he displayed with the little porcelain treasure. Paxton was confused at the stirring of emotions inside her as she watched this hulk of a man succumb to the innocent charms of a six-year-old. It was obvious he was smitten with the child. Neither did it fit the devil-may-care picture she had conjured of him over the past couple of months. It completely shattered that vision and replaced every thought and feeling she had about him.
She couldn’t help but reach out and brush the girl’s cheeks as Jared joined her.
“Hi, Courtney, I’m Paxton. You are such a brave little girl... oh!” she gasped as Courtney flung herself into her arms. She buried her face in Paxton’s hair with her arms wrapped in a stranglehold around her neck.
“You smell nice,” she said in a voice washed with tears.
Jared studied Paxton as she looked at him. She didn’t understand the feeling of loss mixed with warmth surging through her. It didn’t make sense. She was already the mother of an eighteen-year-old daughter. Maybe it was just that— the loss of being needed paired with the childish passion Courtney displayed. Her only daughter, Lucy, was a free and precocious creature. She hadn’t needed any emotional comfort from Paxton for years.
“Brock, keep the Red Reign team out of the house. I don’t want this case to go sideways because of their presence, so make sure we act within the boundaries of the search warrant. Secure the perimeter. Detain every person of interest on the premises and take them in for questioning. Set up a covert surveillance team. Anyone new arrives, I want them detained and brought in.” Jared’s piercing gaze silenced the objection about to burst from Paxton’s lips at the audacity to take charge of her team. “Miss Lee and I will take the little girl home to her parents and join you at HQ later.”
He firmly grasped her elbow and guided her to a black Humvee. Usually, it wouldn’t have stopped Paxton from ripping into him for manhandling her but since she was carrying a precious little bundle, she curbed the desire to act out.
“The next one referring to my team as kitties is going to regret it.” Her voice cut through the silence as Jared closed the door behind him.
He cast an amused look her way. Her eyes sparkled with anger as she noticed the broad smile illuminated by his white teeth.
“Zip it, commander. I find your holier-than-thou attitude and overwrought mannerisms offensive.”
Paxton clamped her mouth shut from further lambasting the annoying man as Courtney turned with wide eyes to watch them. She’d already been through an ordeal and didn’t need to witness two grown-ups sniping at each other in a power struggle.
No, I’ll save my wrath for when we’re alone. Jared Bates has interfered for the last time with a Red Reign PI team assignment.
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About the Author
“Isn’t it a universal truth that it’s our singular experiences and passion, for whatever thing or things, which molds us all into the individuals we become? Whether it's hidden in the depths of our soul or exposed for all to see?”
Linzi Basset is a South African born animal rights supporter with a poet’s heart, and she is also a bestselling fiction writer of suspense-filled romance erotica books; who as the latter, refuses to be bound to any one sub-genre. She prefers instead to stretch herself as a storyteller which has resulted in her researching and writing historical and even paranormal themed works.
