As Jordyn got out of the vehicle, he opened another security box and repeated the process of entering a code and scanning his hand. The door beside him clicked open, and he arched a teasing eyebrow at her. “Come into my lair, said the spider to the fly.”
Jordyn smiled as she walked through the door. “If I remember that story correctly, the spider ate the fly.”
“Lucky fly.”
Rolling her eyes at his pun, she strolled into the state-of-the-art kitchen. Honey colored cabinets were combined with black, granite countertops. A huge island sat in the center with four stools tucked under one side of the counter, and on the outer walls were a large, sub-zero refrigerator, a six-burner stove, and a double-drawer dishwasher. It was a chef’s dream and she was surprised Carter had put so much into a home he was probably rarely in. The kitchen opened up into a great room, complete with stone fireplace and a sixty-inch, flat screen TV. The comfortable, brown and blue décor fit the man perfectly. “Wow, this place is beautiful, Carter.”
“Thanks.” He opened the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of beer. “Want one?”
“Sure, one won’t hurt.”
He handed her that bottle then grabbed another for himself. “While I worked with an architect to design the place, Vicki did most of the decorating for me. Joe acted as a go-between while it was being built, so I never had to meet any of the contractors. The security and alert systems inside and out were designed by a retired CIA tech—but don’t tell Brody that, he’ll have a fit I didn’t use him, even though this was built a few years before Trident was ever an idea for the Sawyer brothers. The deed to this place is buried so deep, it can never be traced to me.” He took a long pull on his beer. “Anyway, I’m going to take a shower, make yourself at home.”
Jordyn opened her bottle and took a sip. “Kay.”
Watching him walk up the staircase between the kitchen and great room, she could tell everything was still weighing on his shoulders despite his relaxed, outward appearance, and wished there was something she could do to help. A small grin spread across her face as she stopped the beer bottle halfway to her mouth. Maybe there is something I can do. At least, it’ll be fun to try.
Placing the beer on the counter, she left it there and started up the stairs. There were three bedroom doors and one that led to a bathroom. The door at the far end of the hall to her right, was partially ajar so she assumed that was the master bedroom. She pushed the door open and found she was right. The sounds of a shower being turned on and a belt hitting the floor came from her left. Stripping down to nothing, she entered the bathroom through the half opened door. Carter was already in the walk-in shower. Large, glass blocks made a curved wall for it so no curtain or door was needed. She could see his sinewy figure through the distorted glass. He was leaning on his hands against the tiled wall, his head bent as the water pelted down on him.
Skirting the wall, Jordyn stepped in behind him and put her arms around his waist. He didn’t startle, clearly knowing she was there before she touched him. Resting her head against his broad, hard back, she let her hands roam his chest and abdomen. His muscles rippled and quivered under her touch, but otherwise he remained still. Jordyn pulled on his shoulder and turned him around. Looking into his blue eyes, she saw numerous emotions, which he desperately tried to control, raging like a tempest at sea.
Jordyn ran her hands up his chest. In a voice just loud enough for him to hear over the shower, she asked, “Will you let me take control, just this one time? Let me take care of you the way you take care of your family and friends.” She kissed the skin over his heart and felt him inhale sharply. “Just this once . . . Sir?”
His eyes widened as his nostrils flared. His hand delved into her long, wet hair, grasping and pulling it until her chin tilted up. He stared into her eyes for only a few seconds before slamming his mouth down onto hers. The kiss was hard and fast, and when he finally let her up for air, her heart beat faster as she saw his intense desire written all over his face. That man did things to her she never knew existed—made her want things she never knew she wanted. He bent down and peppered her jawline with nips and licks before reaching her ear. His voice was low and rumbling, sending shivers down her spine. “Just this one time, Jordy.”
Even though she’d asked for the control, Jordyn was a little surprised he’d conceded. His hand left her hair as she pushed him against the tile. Holding his hips, she lowered herself to her knees. Her fingers curled, and her nails dug into his ass. His cock was hard and standing proud, waiting for her to do whatever she desired. Not wanting to rush, she licked and kissed the deep V of his abdomen and the creases where his hips and thighs met. She felt his fingers in her hair again and she shook her head. “Hands against the wall. Just enjoy.”
A soft chuckle came from him. “So bossy.”
As soon as he obeyed her, she took his cock into her mouth as far back as she could. He gasped loudly, and his hips bucked off the tile before she pushed them back again. Her tongue swirled over and around his stalk, paying extra attention to the thick vein and notch below the tip on the underside. In and out, deep then shallow, again and again. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked him hard. Her nails dragged over his lower back, hips and thighs. She glanced up, expecting to see his head against the wall and his eyes shut. However, his chin was down and those baby blues were watching her every movement. The water cascaded over every peak and valley of his shoulders, chest, and arms.
Jordyn’s head bobbed up and down. One hand snaked between his legs and cupped his sac, squeezing and rolling it gently. A moan escaped him and his hands curled into fists as if fighting the urge to grab her head and control the pace she’d set.
“So fucking good, sweet Jordy,” he murmured. “Please don’t stop.”
Running her tongue up his shaft, she sent him a wicked smile. “Beg me.”
The corners of his mouth ticked upward. “You really might be a switch. Too bad I won’t surrender to you like this very often.” He inhaled sharply when she swiped the slit at the tip of his cock. “Damn, Jordy. Do that again.”
“Uh-uh. Not until you beg me, Master Carter.”
His hand reached out, and he ran a few strands of her hair through his fingertips as his sexy smile grew. “Evil woman—you’re killing me. All right, here goes nothing.” He gave her a lost puppy look. “Please, do that again. I beg of you. And please don’t stop.” A smirk appeared. “Was that good enough?”
She licked him again. “Needs work, but it’ll do for now.”
Her lips wrapping around him again, Jordyn picked up the pace. Carter’s breathing increased, and his moans reached her ears. Thighs and ass clenching, his hips made small thrusts in time with her movements. Taking him to the back of her throat, she swallowed.
“Oh, fuck, Jordy! Do that again . . . please, do that again.”
More than happy to oblige him, she did what he’d begged for—over and over. She wanted him to lose control with her—the control he always managed to keep in place. His pleas became murmurs as his chin lifted until his head hit the wall. Using her hands, lips, and tongue, she took the power he willingly gave her this one time. His pelvis stiffened as he roared his release into her mouth. Swallowing, she drank every salty drop until there was nothing left.
Through heavy-lidded eyes, his gaze met hers, and he held out his hand to help her up. Pulling her to him, he held her tightly. “Thank you, baby. I needed that.” Jordyn inhaled his scent as his hands caressed her back. They stood like that until the water began to cool, and Carter adjusted the temperature, giving them a little more warmth. Bending his head, he kissed her lips, then nibbled on the bottom one. Putting a few inches between her face and his, Carter’s eyes twinkled at her mischievously. “Why don’t we rinse off, dry off, hop into bed, and let me get you off, this time? Sound like a plan, my little fly?”
* * *
For most of the flight to Colombia, Carter was on the phone or computer. After they’d had dinner the night before wi
th Vicki and Joe, he and Jordyn had gone shopping for things they’d need. Their weapons were good, and Trident and Steel would be bringing anything else they needed in that category. However, they’d been in desperate need of tactical clothing and gear, and found almost everything they needed at a hunting store. Thank goodness hunting was a big thing in Montana.
While Carter was finishing up on another phone call, Jordyn was sitting on the jet’s couch, using his laptop, and for at least the hundredth time today, he studied her. He couldn’t help himself. Whenever she was in sight, his gaze automatically roamed over every curve of her body. Last night, as she fell asleep curled into his side, he realized he’d fallen hard for her, but the question was, would they ever be able to make a relationship work between them? While she’d finally excepted the lifestyle he enjoyed, how far would she be willing to explore it with him? If that question ever got answered, then they had to deal with Deimos. For the past several years, they’d barely run into each other, and when they did, she hadn’t wanted anything to do with him. If things had been different would they’ve seen each other more?
“Dude, you listening to me?”
Brody’s question penetrated his mind, bringing him back to the phone conversation. “Um, yeah, sorry about that. What were you saying?”
“Nathan and I completed the financials on everyone at Deimos with the exception of the agents. Everyone came up clean for the most part. A few red flags popped up—gambling, family health issues, etc.—but digging further we ruled them out. Now, for the operatives, it’s taking longer to connect the dots. Everyone’s got so many aliases, it’s scary. But so far, we haven’t been able to find anything that stands out. While I’m down here in Colombia, Nathan’s still at it back home. Hopefully, he’ll get a hit soon. When are you expected to land?”
Glancing at his black, military-style watch, he said, “About another hour.”
“Sounds good. Boomer and Marco will be waiting for you at the airport. See you in a bit.”
Disconnecting the phone, Carter flopped onto the couch next to Jordyn. Startled, she slammed the laptop closed. Eyeing her guilty expression, he arched his brow. “What don’t you want me to see?”
She cleared her throat and set the laptop down on the other side of her. A blush stole across her cheeks. “Um . . . nothing. Just . . . um . . . women stuff.”
Reaching over her, he snatched the laptop and opened it. “Yeah. I should warn you, ‘women stuff’ doesn’t work on me. Being in the lifestyle, I’ve seen and heard it all before so there isn’t much that embarrasses me.” The screen came to life and he saw the site he’d showed her the other night. “BDSM 101, huh? User name, CartersMistress666.” He laughed. “Seriously? My Mistress and the sign of the devil?”
“Yes, seriously, Trevor.” Grabbing the laptop from him, she shut it again and tossed it over to the seat of a recliner, out of his reach.
Grasping her opposite hip, he pulled until she was straddling his lap. “Yeah, that’s another one you’ve guessed before.”
“Damn. How long are you going to torture me before telling me your first name?”
Leaning forward, he licked her exposed cleavage. “You’ve been trained to withstand torture, and you know how adept I am at doling it out, so it’ll probably be awhile.”
“Brat.”
Squeezing her ass cheeks, he placed light kisses on the swell of her breasts. “That’s usually my line.” Lifting his chin, he rested his head on the back of the couch and stared up at her for a few moments. One thing he’d learned in the lifestyle was how to be open and honest with a submissive, so he decided to ask the question that had plagued him for the past two days. “When all this is taken care of, are you going to disappear from my life again, Jordy?”
She bit her bottom lip. “I-I’ll probably have to . . . you know, missions and all.”
“What if that wasn’t an issue? We work well together, and there are plenty of assignments we can be partners on. It won’t be all the time, but we can find a way to make it work for us. I can’t help but think we have something special here—something I honestly never thought I’d find.” He ran his hands up and down her sides. “But you need to think about it, sweetheart. I don’t think I can leave the lifestyle behind, and you’ve only had a small taste of it. Is it something you can live with to be with me, if we find somewhere in between that gives us what we both want and need?”
Cupping his face, she leaned down and brushed her lips against his. “I honestly don’t know, Carter. I mean, I have so much emotional baggage, and I’ve also spent the last seven years hating your guts.” He opened his mouth to say something, but she cut him off. “I know it was wrong, but . . . we’re not the same people we were back then. How do we know this isn’t just scratching a seven-year-itch?”
“I know because you’re the only woman I’ve never been able to get out of my head. Because if all this hadn’t happened, I was seriously close to the point I was going to break down your door and demand you talk to me. Because you’re the only woman I’ve ever let take control, even for a short time, aside from when I was first training in the lifestyle—but back then I had to.” He pushed a few strands of her hair behind her ear. “With you . . . I wanted to. It felt right. I’ll never be able to fully submit to you, but as you’ve read, it’s the submissive with all the control. The sub sets the limits and uses her safeword, and the Dom accepts it.”
She seemed to ponder his answer a few moments before continuing. “Can I ask you something?”
“Of course, sweetheart. Anything. Communication and honesty is what the lifestyle is built on.”
“What do you get out of it? I mean, beside the control you crave. In the chatroom there were lots of different answers to that, depending on the individual or couple.”
Carter squeezed her ass again. He couldn’t help himself because it was so delectable and fit right in his hands. “I get knowing that my submissive—which by the way, you’ll hold that title for me as long as you want it—my submissive. There will be no other woman for me while you’re in my bed.”
That was saying a lot. He’d enjoyed many women over the years, even some of his friends’ women as a third during play. But he was starting to understand why Ian wouldn’t allow a third in his playtime with Angie. The jealousy that popped up at the thought of any other man’s dick in Jordyn had his blood boiling. Now, if she wanted to try a ménage with another woman, that he might get into. Oh, hell, who am I kidding—I’d definitely be into it. But he’d have to wait for her to complete her limit list before he suggested it.
“I get the satisfaction of knowing I’ve given you pleasure, comfort, orgasms, and anything else you need or desire. Many years ago, I figured out the lifestyle gave me the control I didn’t have as a child. Most of the time I was on my own—physically, mentally, and emotionally—despite having a roof over my head and food in my stomach. Vicki was the only person I had in my life that I took care of in any way—and if it wasn’t for her, I probably would have ended up on a path that resulted in me being dead or in prison. A club shrink I spoke to once said being a Dom gave me an outlet for my innate need to care for someone other than myself—to give what I never received as a child. If I wasn’t able to do that, I’d have ended up self-destructed at some point.
“Now that you’re back in my life, making you happy is my ultimate goal. I don’t ever want you to think you can’t ask or tell me something. If you want something, I’ll move heaven and earth to make it happen.” He slid one hand around her hip and thumbed her clit through her jeans. Her breathing hitched, and her eyelids drooped but didn’t close. “Seeing you smile or shatter as you cum for me, and only me, is all I need to make me happy.”
Using his other hand, he reached up and pressed the button to the intercom into the cockpit. The pilot, one of the former military contractors Deimos used, responded, “What’s up?”
Still teasing Jordyn with his thumb, Carter said, “Come back here during the next half hour and y
ou’re a dead man.”
The other man’s chuckle filled the air. “Yes, sir! Welcome to the Mile-High Club.”
“Bastard.” He flipped off the intercom, then cupped Jordyn’s breast. “Have you ever had sex at 41,000 feet above the earth?”
Jordyn grinned as she arched her back, thrusting her chest forward. “Nope, but I’m looking forward to rectifying that . . . Sir.”
“Good. Stand and strip for me, love, then lay across my lap. I think it’s time you had another spanking.” He smirked. “A pleasurable one, of course.”
Chapter 20
Landing at a private airstrip north of Bogota, Colombia, they found Marco and Boomer waiting for them. Less than ten minutes after they’d touched down, they loaded into the black SUV the latter was driving and were on the road toward the small settlement of San Justino, an hour northwest of the city. The small, unincorporated town was about a thirty-minute drive to La Mesa, Cundinamarca, the town where the Diaz family headquartered its illegal businesses. From the backseat, next to Jordyn, Carter asked, “Got an updated sit-rep for us?”
Marco shifted in the front and turned to face them. “Costello, Devil Dog, and Flynn have eyes on the compound at the moment. We’ll be rotating shifts.” Lindsey “Costello” Abbott was another new member of the Trident team, filling in on sniper duties while Jake Donovan was on the west coast. She and Jones, Steel’s sniper, would be covering everyone else’s six when the op went down. “Boss-man was able to get the floor plans of the house and grounds from when SEAL Team Four was here years ago and Emmanuel’s brother Ernesto was running the family business. But it looks like some renovations have been done since then. Pierce, Rook, and CJ are pounding the dirt, trying to find someone who works for Diaz who’s willing to provide a little intel.” Low-level servants usually had a beef with the cartel for one reason or another, however, convincing them to help was a completely different story.
“CJ?”
“That’s what Ian started calling Chris Jordon so there’s no screw up. The kid hates it, so of course it stuck.”
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