Waiting For You (The Guardians: Book 3)

by D. M. Mortier

  “Could it be a bug?” Sean asked.

  “When would they have had the opportunity?” Neo wanted to know.

  “They probably hadn’t known about me until Duchess called me yesterday to get Jeremy.” Sean widened his eyes. “It had to be Jeremy!”

  “Who the fuck is Jeremy?” Dominic looked pissed that he was missing some information.

  Sean turned his gaze away from Malika and looked at Dominic impatiently. “Duchess told you about him. He’s the CIA double agent Duchess tried to save, but he turned out to be working for O’Malley.”

  “And you and Malika had contact with this motherfucker?” Neo scrutinized both of them as though he was trying to see if a tracking device was on either of them.

  “More so me than Duchess.” Sean’s jewel-colored eyes hardened, pissed that he couldn’t takeout his ire on Jeremy, who was already dead.

  “Xavier, your guys are cleaning up this mess?” Dominic indicated the bodies scattered around them.

  “Yeah. They will be here shortly,” Xavier told him coolly. “It’s probably better if we leave the tracking device on a decoy.”

  “We have to find it first!” Sean muttered.

  Neo grinned. “Man, what happened? You have a bug up your ass?”

  Xavier laughed.

  Sean scowled.

  “Neo, find the device and get rid of it,” Dominic ordered impatiently. He started punching numbers into his phone. “I’m moving up the mission time,” Dominic said with grim authority. “We leave in an hour.” The former commander stalked back into the house while barking orders into his phone.

  “We need to change our plans.” Malika stepped in front of Sean to force him to pay attention to what she was saying.

  “The only plan I have right now is to find this damn tracking device.” Sean grabbed her arm and followed the other men into the house.

  Five minutes later, Neo pulled the tracking device, which was about the size of a pinhead, from Sean’s left bicep. “He must have used a syringe to inject this,” Neo said grimly. With the exception of Dominic, who was still barking orders into his phone, they had all congregated in the kitchen for Neo to perform his magic.

  “I’m such a bloody idiot for not realizing when he’d done it,” Sean muttered.

  “It’s my fault that he had the opportunity to do this to you.” Malika felt sick to her stomach at the thought of O’Malley being able to track Sean’s every step. She looked at his now bandaged bicep with concern. He would have had a target on his back for the past two days. “I’m sorry, Sean.”

  Sean gave Neo and Xavier a brief look. Both men silently left the room.

  Malika was still too upset to put much importance on the men’s sudden departure from the room.

  “Duchess, you know me.” Sean held both of her hands in his large palms. Despite the coarse calluses on his skin, Malika found his strong grip comforting and arousing at the same time. “It will take more than O’Malley and his goons to do me in,” he told her softly.

  “Sean, you take too many chances.” Malika’s breath hitched in her throat as he started lightly caressing the back of her hand. Oh God, what is he doing to me? She knew she had to distract him from what was happening to her. “What the hell was that out there? Did you have to take on so many of those men by yourself?”

  “And here I thought you would be impressed with my badass moves.”

  Malika harrumphed, his teasing voice and grin ratcheting up her longing to reach up and kiss him. If only he knew how accurately that assessment is. She fought hard to maintain control and not act on her growing need. “I’m more impressed that you’ve managed to stay alive after all these years if you behave like you did today.”

  Sean laughed and pulled her closer to him. He wrapped his arms around her and clutched her tight against him.

  Now how the hell am I supposed to think clearly? He smells so damn good!

  Sean held her gaze.

  She wasn’t sure, but the green depths of his eyes appeared to be smoldering. Did he feel it too? I’m so far-gone I’m imagining things. It was impossible for her to look away. She felt trapped, unable to prevent herself from being mesmerized by his warm gaze. It’s time I distract him and myself. At the rate I’m going, I might just embarrass us both.

  “I still want to go with you guys.”It’s as though every inch of his hard body is molded to me.

  “No.”His grip tightened on her ass.

  “What are you doing?” Malika was afraid to read too much into his actions. Up until now, Sean had never shown her such interest in the light of day. She got his hot lust only when he wasn’t aware of whom she was. Making love with him on his father’s plane had been pure heaven. However, again he acted afterwards as if nothing had happened.

  He bent his head and kissed her forehead then her nose, her cheek, and finally his lips brushed lightly over hers.

  “Sean?”Now just a damn minute. What is he playing at?

  “I need to know that you’ll be safe in Bermuda while we eradicate these bastards. Duchess, go to Bermuda and stay safe for me. It’s the only way I can remain sane right now.”

  “I can help you, Sean. You’ve seen what I can do in the heat of battle. Let me help with O’Malley. I’m the one he’s trying to kidnap.”

  “That’s precisely why you won’t be going with us.”

  “Sean, let’s get the hell out of here,” Dominic demanded from the doorway. “Rico is back now, and the jet is ready to transfer both of you to Australia. Neo and Xavier are going after the bastard in New York. And Richard and I will handle the other son in London. Malika, I’ve arranged for two of our men, Derek and Micah, to accompany you to Bermuda where you can lend us some technical help with logistics.”

  “Rico and I will drop her off in Bermuda en route,” Sean insisted.

  Dominic frowned in disapproval.

  “I know it adds a few hours to our trip, but I need to do this.” Sean held his commander’s gaze with unwavering determination. His arms tightened around her, letting her know that he wasn’t going to back down on this.

  Dominic finally nodded and left the room.

  Stepping out of Sean’s reach, Malika couldn’t speak as disappointment and fear hollowed her belly. She had no idea why, but she was suddenly deathly afraid for Sean. He was going after O’Malley and his son, Ian. Both men were notorious sociopaths. Their method of torture was particularly barbaric, and the thought of Sean being captured by either of the two men paralyzed her with fear. She knew that she had to pull her shit together in order to be of any use in the simultaneous missions.

  Sean stared at her knowingly. “I swear, Duchess, if you go against my instructions this time, as fine as your ass is, I’m going to take a damn paddle to it. You won’t be able to sit for a fucking month! So don’t try me.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  They had been in the air for only about fifteen minutes before Sean made his way to where Malika was sleeping soundly in one of the front bucket seats of the aircraft. He and Rico had been at the rear of the plane going over their planned approach once they arrived in Australia and the narrow window they had to get the hell out of there without being detected. Now he just wanted to hold Duchess one last time before the jet landed in Bermuda in another two hours.

  Her sleep pattern must be royally screwed. Sean grinned at that thought. Unfortunately, there’s no bedroom for her to sleep more comfortably, but I could make her more comfortable if she was in my arms.

  Sean sat in the seat next to her and gently lifted her, blanket and all, into his lap.

  “Sean?” she mumbled groggily.

  “Shh, baby. Go back to sleep,” Sean soothed.

  She sighed, snuggled contently against his chest, and promptly went back to sleep.

  Sean gazed down at the peaceful expression on her face. While awake, she always looked worried, and he was gratified now that she was getting some much-needed rest both physically and mentally from the constant concern she see
med to have for his safety.

  He marveled that she had these mercenaries after her but her concern was only for him. She didn’t have to tell him how she felt because her emotions were a reflection of his. God, I love her so much. He smoothed the hem of her skirt, which had ridden up over her thighs, and spread the blanket over both of them before kissing her gently on her forehead. He smiled tenderly down at her.

  He had intended it to end there, but he couldn’t help kissing both of her cheeks, her ear, the side of her neck, and then burying his face into her hair as he pulled her closer to him.

  She sighed softly and turned in his arms, her thighs settling on the outside of his, straddling him before snuggling more firmly against him.

  Her scent and her softness immediately sent blood rushing to his lower region. He was granite hard and pressing against her belly in seconds. He ignored the demand of his cock and, instead, kissed her forehead again, intent on letting her sleep.

  Her lips parted slightly as she started snoring delicately.

  He smiled again, noting the contrast of such innocent contentment in her expression now. If she was awake, she would probably be giving him hell and would never show anyone this vulnerable side of her. He kissed her lower lip, and unable to help himself, he pulled the lush flesh between his teeth, nibbling her gently. After a while, that wasn’t enough either. This time, he settled his lips firmly over hers and plunged his tongue into her mouth. He couldn’t have pulled away if his life depended on it. As usual, the chemistry between them was unmistakable. The taste of her always fired his blood and his entire body, every cell invigorated with desire.

  She sleepily returned his kiss.

  He closed his eyes with need as he deepened the kiss and greedily tried to devour her.

  She moaned and ground her mound against his erection.

  The anticipation of burying his cock into her snug heat made him reel with need. His cock pulsed hard against the fabric of his jeans, demanding entry into her wet folds.

  She rolled her hips sensually against him.

  It was more than he could take. He wanted to growl but didn’t dare for fear of alerting the guys to what they were doing. Although they were in a different compartment of the jet, separated by a thin partition and a few rows of seats, Sean was still cautious of their lack of privacy. He released her lips and lifted her off of him, holding her away from his dick.

  Insisting on using his chest as a pillow, she whimpered in protest and shimmied back into his lap.

  He kept his gaze on her face as he unbuttoned his jeans and lowered his zipper to ease the pressure.

  She continued sleeping soundly.

  With the added privacy of the blanket, he palmed his cock and eased the straining length to lie against his stomach. He almost howled in both shock and bliss when a soft palm tried to close around the veiny column of his shaft. Although her fingers couldn’t quite meet around the width, she determinedly held him in a tight fist. The gentle squeezing and up and down motion of her hand had his eyes rolling back into his head in exquisite lust in seconds.

  “Duchess?” He wanted to know if she was awake or not.

  “Shh, Sean.” It was her turn to soothe him. Her eyes were still closed, but it was obvious that she was now awake. She covered his lips with hers and kissed him with all the love and need he was feeling.

  The knowledge that she was knowingly touching him, loving him almost short-circuited his brain. Feeling as though he was losing control, he angled his head and took over the kiss, sucking her tongue and plundering her mouth. He was starting to leak into her palm.

  Probably realizing how close he was to the edge, she lifted her hips, put a hand beneath her skirt to pull her panty aside, and gripped his cock to hold him in place as she impaled herself on his length.

  He growled into her mouth and shivered violently at the feel of her soft tissue closing around his engorged member. Palming her ass, he gripped the taut globes as he pivoted his hips and thrust up into her.

  She hissed as she rolled her hips against him. Every time she sank down on him, she forced his cock deeper into her molten core.

  Their hips rocked together, and their lips were locked in passionate need. Angling his hips just so, where he knew her spot was, the spot that always sent her over the edge every time, he rammed the broad head of his shaft over and over again against that inner cluster of nerves.

  She screamed into their sealed lips as ecstasy ripped through her.

  Sean stroked up into her slow and deep, forcing another orgasm and silent scream from her. He was merciless as he pivoted his lean hips again. Every inch of his skin was sensitized and attuned to everything about her, her feminine scent, the feel of her soft skin against his, her sexy sounds and touch, and her sweet kisses.

  He felt his cock expanding even further, filling her completely.

  Malika helplessly spasmed, causing her inner walls to squeeze tightly around his thick length.

  The tingle up his spine intensified to an unbearable proportion. Overwhelmed by the bombardment on his senses, he lost all control as a blistering climax ripped through him.

  He continued kissing her long after the tremors from his recent orgasm had ceased. His dick, which had been semi-hard moments ago, hardened again to full mast as she sucked on his tongue. He groaned in appreciation. God, I’ll never have enough of her.

  “Sean.”

  Rico’s voice reached him. From the impatient quality of his voice, Sean knew that his teammate must have been calling out to him for a while. Rico couldn’t see them now, but there was nothing stopping his friend from coming toward the front of the jet and coming upon them.

  “What is it?” Sean asked loudly. He continued gently stroking into Malika. She tunneled her fingers into his hair and buried her face into the cavity of his neck, clutching him tightly to her.

  “We have a slight complication.”

  Sean raised his head, turned, and tried to look around the partition toward the back of the jet where Rico still sat. Derek and Micah, who were to protect Malika, sat a few seats away. Although they were in their security company employ, when it came to missions such as these, information was only shared with men outside of their SEAL team on a need-to-know basis. Derek and Micah only needed to know that men were out to hurt Malika and that they were to guard her with their lives.

  “The target is visiting his son, Ian.”

  “Shit!” Sean lifted Malika from his lap and placed her back into her seat.

  She watched him as he stuffed his still hard dick back into his jeans and tidied his clothes.

  “I can help,” she whispered and reached into the seat pocket for her laptop.

  Sean looked down at her, trying to see if she was in anyway regretting what they had just done. This was the first time they had made love with both of their eyes wide open. What is she thinking? Is she going to pretend that we didn’t just fuck each other with the possibility of anyone on this jet catching us in the act?

  “Yes, we obviously need to devise a new plan,” he told her softly and tenderly kissed her one last time.

  Malika stood on unsteady legs with Sean’s help. She had no idea what he thought about their lovemaking. He acted as though this was normal for them and that they hadn’t just broken every rule they had set for themselves. What happened to him thinking of me as a sister? Does this mean I should now consider him my boyfriend? Girl, you’re fucked up and pathetic. I just let Sean screw me in plain sight of everyone on this jet. Who the hell am I? What the hell was I thinking? That’s just it. I wasn’t thinking. Now I have no idea where I stand with him, and it’s killing me. He must think I’m a slut!

  The feel of his cum leaking down her inner thighs stopped her in her tracks as they started to make their way to the back of the aircraft.

  “Sean, wait.”

  He looked down at her with an unreadable expression and waited for her patiently to talk to him.

  God, when did he become such an enigma? Damn
bastard used to be an open book to me. She clenched her teeth in frustration. “I need to use the ladies before I join you and Rico.”

  Sean grinned at her wolfishly. He stepped in front of her with his back toward Rico, blocking the other men’s view of what he was doing. Pulling her into his arms, he palmed her ass and placed his forehead against hers. “I like my scent on you. I don’t want you to wash it away.”

  “You do realize that you sound primitive right now?” She rolled her eyes as his grin widened.

  “I’ve waited forever to finally take you. Fuck, yeah, I’m feeling primitive where you’re concerned. I want every mudderfucker to know that you’re mine.”

  “As enlightening as that speech was to my many questions about us, there’s no way in hell I’m standing in the company of four men with your seed running down by thighs. Ewwww!”

  He chuckled and then swooped down and captured her lips in a devastating kiss.

  With the taste of him still buzzing in her senses, he turned her and slapped her on her ass.

  “Hey,” she shrieked.

  He pushed her toward the restroom. “Go, don’t be too thorough in the cleanup.” He laughed when she gave him an indignant glare.

  Malika entered the small toilet stall and stared at her face in the small mirror for endless seconds. Her eyes were large from the shock of what she had just done with Sean. Damn, my skin looks good though. Regular sex does wonders for my complexion. God, do you hear yourself? I can’t believe I just did that! I don’t regret it, but what the hell was I thinking? I swear, for a supposed genius, I really have shit for brains sometimes. I don’t even have time to berate myself over this. I need to pull myself together and get the intel that will keep Sean alive. We’ll have to deal with the fallout later.

  Malika turned away from her image, and after relieving herself, she cleaned her inner thighs as best she could. Her panty was a mess. She took it off and threw it in the small garbage bin.