I.N.E.T 2

by Brenda Cothern

  “The lieutenant is back.”

  Knight received no reply from Hunt and hadn’t expected one. Another two hours passed and Knight listened to Slade and the Blades’ officer discuss the details of the deal the KoV and Blades were about to go into before the team inside finally called it a night.

  From where he stood, Knight watched his lover, Lita, and Spider mount their bikes. Seconds later they roared by the alley where Knight stood. He couldn’t stop the smile that spread his lips when Slade looked in his direction and shot him a wink when they cruised by where he stood in the shadows.

  About three minutes later, Zep pulled up to the curb directly across from the alley. Knight lazily jogged to the car, opened the door, and plopped his ass down in the passenger seat. Neither man spoke until they were almost halfway back to the rental house.

  “Looks like if we’re lucky we can wrap this up in a week,” Knight commented and glanced at Zep. When his teammate didn’t offer a confirmation one way or another, Knight continued. “Is this a normal time frame for an op like this? One where we’re called in for backup?”

  The moment Knight mentioned them busting the Blades in a week, Zep’s mind checked out of work and checked into his personal shit.

  A week.

  It was more than likely after what they’d heard tonight, that Slade would set up a delivery in a week and they would be raiding the Blades.

  A week.

  Once they raided the Blades, Zep and the rest of the INET team would head home; the INET team that didn’t include Spider. The thought that he had no idea when he and Spider might cross paths again after this op made Zep’s stomach clench. Rationally, Zep knew that they didn’t have to be assigned to the same op or need to work together to still see one another. But, the thought of seeing Spider outside of anything work related actually scared the shit out of him.

  It wasn’t the same kind of fear he felt for years where the man was concerned. No, this wasn’t the type of fear that made him afraid of physical pain. It was a fear that the totally unexpected connection that he discovered with the man in a shitty motel room would never happen again once this op was finished.

  “Zep?”

  Knight’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts and Zep felt like shit because he had not heard a single word the man said after he mentioned the op possibly being over in a week.

  “What?”

  “Is it normal for an op to move so fast toward a bust when we’re called in for backup?”

  Zep glanced away from the road to look at Knight. He caught the flash of concern in the man’s eyes and knew it had nothing to do with the question he’d actually asked.

  “Nothing is normal when we go in the field.”

  Knight didn’t respond to Zep’s answer because he had the feeling that Zep wasn’t just referring to how quickly they could be raiding the Blades after being called in to backup Payne. No, he was more than sure Zep’s answer had everything to do with what had been going on between the man and Spider since they started their part of this op.

  ##~~##

  Twenty-three

  The following week was full of nothing but a whole lot of surveillance. Even Hunt appeared to be over the monitoring of all the audio and video they were collecting, but that didn’t mean he didn’t put Zep and Knight to work helping him sort through it all.

  Knight learned more about the backend of surveillance than he ever thought he would and enjoyed every boring as hell minute. They had audio and video from five field agents to sift through. Slade’s team was the easiest to filter through since they only needed to pay attention to the surveillance they gathered when the team dealt with anyone from the Blades.

  Payne and Keg were a totally different matter. Every minute the men were awake practically involved some sort of interaction with the Satan’s Blades club members so they had to watch and listen to every bit of footage. Most of it was mundane, but they couldn’t take the chance that the most innocent appearing interaction wouldn’t give them something more to add to the case.

  Hunt assigned Zep to monitor all of Slade’s team and Knight was sure he did so because of the obvious shit that happened between Zep and Spider. It was a smart decision as far as Knight was concerned because it was clear that Zep was distracted by Spider on some level even if it wasn’t directly hampering the man from doing his job.

  Knight was in charge of going through the feeds from the ICE agent. For the most part, it was boring and he envied Zep being able to be part of the loop for Slade’s team.

  Hunt took on the job of monitoring Payne and it made sense tonight since Payne was their cornerstone to bring down the Blades. He gave no thought to how Hunt divvied up the work between them. They all had to contribute to make the bust stick even if INET did arrest the asshole’s to get them out of the game instead of using more permanent options.

  All of this, Knight thought about while he made dinner. He had just unplugged the crockpot full of barbecued pork and was taking it to the coffee table in the living room where they ate their meals when he caught the tail end of Hunt’s phone call. Zep glanced at him after he dropped buns on top of the paper plates before Knight looked back at Hunt. Knight set down the crockpot and turned to mirror Zep in looking expectantly at their teammate.

  “Fish said, and I quote, ‘after kicking in the teeth of those motherfucker’s, ATF and ICE are on standby for Sunday.’ So, as long as everything goes down according to what we’ve heard over the last week, we’ll be ready to bust them when the deal goes down on Sunday.”

  Hunt joined them in the living room and sat down on the couch in front of the coffee table that became their dinner table since the day Hunt set up his equipment in the dining room. Hunt made his plate, two huge barbecue pulled pork sandwiches, and took a bite out of one before he continued.

  “You need to update Slade.” Hunt looked at Zep. “Tonight or tomorrow.” Hunt took another bite of his sandwich. “This is fucking incredible, Knight.”

  Knight smirked around his full mouth and accepted the bottle of beer Zep held out to him. Barbecued pulled pork was one of the only things Knight knew how to cook. Regardless of how smart he was, he somehow managed to botch every recipe he had ever tried to cook except for this one.

  “You should probably go tonight, Zep,” Knight offered after he swallowed his bite. “There’s no telling what time Slade will take them to the Minions tomorrow even though the deal is set to go down on Sunday.”

  Zep didn’t need to be convinced to return to the motel where Slade’s team, and more importantly and distractingly to Zep, Spider stayed for the op. He’d been itching for days, shit all week, to have a reason to return to the shithole just so he could see Spider in person. Watching the man on video for the last week had been torture of almost the worst kind.

  “I’ll go tonight.”

  Zep didn’t hesitate to offer and ignored the expressions on his teammates’ faces that told him they heard his eagerness to see Spider again. He was tempted to tell them to fuck off, but he knew that would only add fuel to the ball busting fire they had yet to ignite.

  “Aside from Fish being Fish, what do I need to tell them?” Zep asked and made his plate.

  Hunt filled them in as they ate dinner and shared a few beers to wash down the awesome barbecue pulled pork sandwiches. An hour later, Zep was full and stood to leave.

  “Going to take a bag?” Knight asked as Zep headed toward the front door. Zep glanced over his shoulder at his team leader’s lover. Hunt laughed at him while Knight smirked. “Might as well.” Knight raised a brow as if daring Zep to argue that he wouldn’t be gone long enough or doing something that may require him to need an overnight bag.

  “Assholes,” Zep grumbled and changed direction to head toward his bedroom.

  “Yep.”

  Zep heard Knight’s response before he entered the bedroom he claimed for the duration of this op. He didn’t bother to reply since as far as he was concerned, his teammates could’ve been bigger as
sholes they had been about what little they knew had already happened between him and Spider than.

  Zep grabbed a duffel bag and tossed in a change of clothes before he resumed his trek to the front door. Surprisingly, neither of his teammates said a word before he walked out. Less than fifteen minutes later, Zep was turning the old-school key that was attached to a gaudy piece of orange plastic into the ancient door knob lock. He tossed his bag on the bed at the same time he pushed the door shut.

  Zep took a deep breath and turned to calm his suddenly racing heart. It had been over a week since he’d been in this room, but that wasn’t what had his heart hammering in his chest. No, it wasn’t the room. It was the memory of being with Spider in the room that sent his heart thumping with excitement. Not just the memory, but the possibility of a repeat had Zep’s cock hard and pulsing when he walked between the beds to the nightstand and the phone. He didn’t hesitate to pick up the receiver and punch in the room number for Slade’s team. It only rang twice before it was answered.

  “The door is open,” Zep said after Lita answered ‘hello’ then he hung up.

  More or less than five minutes later, there was a soft rap on the door before the knob turned. Zep didn’t move from where he sat on the side of one of the beds deep in the thought. That he should be more concerned about his room door opening without knowing who was actually opening it, never entered his mind. No, the only thing his mind was consumed with was seeing Spider. He wasn’t disappointed when the larger man cracked the door and looked in before opening it wide enough to step through.

  Spider wasn’t sure what to make of Zep’s motel room door being unlocked. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up when he didn’t immediately get an answer to his knock and they rose further when he cracked the door and saw Zep just sitting on the side of the bed.

  If it hadn’t been for the look of hunger and the desperate plea of want, that Spider caught in Zep’s gaze, he would’ve expected this whole set up to be a trap. However, if Zep was in danger there was no way the man could fake the look he leveled on Spider.

  Zep wasn’t surprised to see Spider’s wariness when he opened the door. He met the man’s steady gaze and only waited long enough for Spider to close the door behind him and the lock to click before he was moving.

  Spider had barely locked the door before Zep was closing the few feet between them. It was clear he was about to be attacked, but by the look of lust in Zep’s hazel eyes, Spider knew it was an attack that he had no desire to defend himself against.

  Zep had no idea what had come over him when he rounded the other bed in the room and launched himself at Spider. Thankfully, the man anticipated his leap or they both would’ve been seriously injured. However, injuries were the furthest thing from Zep’s mind when his arms wrapped around Spider’s neck, his legs wrapped around the man’s muscular waist, and his mouth latched on to Spider’s lips as if they were the elixir of life that Zep needed to taste in order to live.

  Thank fucking God he recognized Zep’s lust or there was no way in hell Spider would’ve been prepared for Zep to jump on him. As it was, he still slammed back into the motel room door hard enough that he was sure the cheap ass piece of wood cracked. He barely got his hands under Zep’s firm ass cheeks to support the man who was now climbing him like a monkey would a tree.

  Of course, the moment Zep’s mouth crashed down against his, the man forced his tongue between his lips and Spider got his first taste in over a week. Everything else the man had done up to that point disappeared because his mouth and mind was flooded with the taste of Nirvana.

  How Zep found himself on the bed with Spider looming over him, he had no fucking clue because his full body wrap-around hold on the man hadn’t lessened. In fact, the only reason he realized that he was flat on his back on the bed was because Spider had broken the delicious kiss he was becoming drunk on.

  “I need you naked.”

  The gravel-tinged tone of Spider’s demand sent another spike of lust to shoot down Zep’s spine straight to his balls. Naked. Yeah. Naked would be good.

  “Naked, Rob,” Spider growled out again between kisses. “Naked. Now.”

  Spider was more relieved than he would ever admit when he felt Zep’s arms and legs lessen their viselike grip on him. He was just as hungry for Zep, but after trying to loosen the man’s hold on him in order to get them naked and making several requests to do just that and not getting a response from Zep, finally getting one was a relief.

  Spider didn’t give himself any time to pause to let his sudden relief show. No, he leaned up, grabbed Zep’s legs, and yanked off both of the man sneakers at the same time. He didn’t worry about Zep’s socks because he didn’t give a shit about socks when he reached for the waist of Zep’s jeans.

  Zep pulled the hem of his T-shirt up toward his head when Spider started unbuttoning his jeans. By the time Zep managed to get his T-shirt off, Spider had his jeans and boxers down and yanked over and off his heels.

  “Overdressed,” Zep managed to pant out before he grabbed his aching cock and gave it an almost brutal stroke.

  “Fuck,” Spider cursed on a panted breath as he looked down at the naked beauty that was Zep.

  For a moment, Spider was stunned stupid. That moment didn’t last long when Zep sat up and roughly pushed his T-shirt toward his armpits. I am overdressed. It was as if Zep’s touch lit a fire under his ass. Spider stripped off his clothes and boots in what he was sure was record time. He lunged forward and landed on Zep so hard that the man exhaled a puff of air into his mouth when Spider latched their lips together.

  Their bodies rubbed obscenely against one another. Spider pushed down into Zep to feel more and Zep pushed up just as harshly. Their muscles flexed and tensed against one another while their cocks leaked enough to provide plenty of lube to slide deliciously together.

  If they kept going like this, Spider would cum, but he was quickly becoming so overloaded with pleasure that he didn’t care. No one had ever made him feel this way and deep down he knew it wasn’t just the mind blowing physical pleasure that he felt with Zep that was the reason.

  Zep was in heaven. Just feeling the weight of Spider pushing him down onto the shitty motel bed, even if they weren’t even in the damn thing correctly, had him flying high. He wanted to feel Spider buried deep inside him, feel Spider pound him until even sitting made him wince, but what Spider was making him feel right now was too good to demand something else.

  Spider thrust down against him again and Zep swore that the friction of Spider’s cock against his sparked a fire. A literal fucking fire because his cock became so hot he was sure he was being burned. He cried out and the sound was a mix of pleasure and pain. Zep didn’t even try to stop his short, blunt nails from digging into Spider’s back when he thrashed his whole body up.

  Spider heard Zep’s agonizing cry at the same time he felt Zep’s nails break the skin on his back, his body thrust up into him, and a molten explosion of liquid drenched them both where they rubbed together. The combination of every one of Zep’s reactions to their want and feeling him cum so forcefully between them sent Spider over the edge with Zep’s name grunted from his throat.

  At what point they separated and moved to lie on the bed properly or eventually fell asleep, neither Zep nor Spider knew. Neither man questioned it when they woke up a few hours later in each other’s arms, either.

  ***

  Spider finally returned to the team’s room the next morning after another round of orgasms with Zep in the shower. His mood was so good that Slade and Lita’s knowing grins didn’t even bother him.

  Spider repeated Zep’s update which included the Director of INET’s go-ahead for the raid. There was no need for him to fill in Zep on the details of where the sale was going down. The surveillance team already knew. According to Zep, ICE and ATF would be in position well before the deal went down.

  “Your boss wasn’t happy playing referee between them,” Spider told the INET agents.

>   Slade chuckled. “I bet he wasn’t. Fish probably had to have a face-to-face with them and I’m sure once they took one look at him, they decided they weren’t ready to mess with the huge ass fucker.”

  “Not unless they were idiots,” Lita added and laughed at Spider’s confused expression. “Fish is taller than I am.”

  “No shit?” Spider’s eyebrows shot up. Lita was the tallest guy he had ever encountered and he couldn’t imagine anyone taller.

  “No shit,” Slade confirmed. “Let’s go eat. We’ve got a few hours to kill before we go hang out at the Minions.”

  Slade shifted their conversation away from his boss. Spider would meet Fish soon enough, Slade was sure. Unless, of course, the man and Zep had decided to just be fuck buddies. He hoped if that was the case then Zep was really okay with that agreement because as far as Slade knew, Zep didn’t do ‘repeats’ preferring one night stands instead. He shook off thoughts about whatever the hell Zep and Spider had going on when he climbed on his Harley.

  ##~~##

  Twenty-four

  “We’re still on for tomorrow,” Trigger informed the Knights.

  Hunt, Zep, and Knight all watched the monitor that displayed the field team in a small room. They knew the room belonged to Cutter, the Satan’s Blades president, and the guy used it as an office. Between Slade, Payne, Lita, and the other alphabet agency agents, they had five different views that covered every inch of the room. That included the four Blades members that were in the room with the field team, Payne and Keg being two of them.

  “Good.” Slade grinned. “Our buyer is flying in tomorrow morning. We’ll send him the location to make the sale an hour before the exchange.”

  Slade knew that would reassure the Blades since a raid by any federal agency couldn’t be put together that fast. Little did they know that most of the combined teams that would be putting the Blades out of business would already be in place tonight.