Tactical Error [Black Ops Brotherhood 4] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Bella Juarez

  “Damn, sugar. You’re sexy!” JJ growled as he moved to the other foot.

  Irene had nice legs, JJ observed as he finished with her foot and worked his way up to her thighs. He gripped her firm calves and opened her knees. He slid closer and Irene’s small hands cupped his face when he looked up into her golden eyes and smiled. I’ll convince her to stay…I have to.

  “Kiss me…” Irene whispered.

  JJ stood and removed the rest of his clothes. Irene crawled backward to the middle of the bed and watched him. He stared at her feet, laying a kiss to the center of the arches. She drew in a sharp, audible breath, closed her eyes, and let out the sexiest moan he’d ever heard.

  * * * *

  Irene had never imagined her feet and ankles were so sensitive. Every time James kissed or ran his tongue over the area she almost passed out from the sensation. The feeling sent a jolt straight to her pussy every time he touched her skin. He pressed a kiss right above her knee on her inner thigh. He was even more overwhelming naked. For a man in his mid-fifties he was in damn good shape. When she moved her hands over his back, she couldn’t believe how tight his muscles were wound. In truth, James didn’t have an ounce of fat on him. All she could feel was hard muscle.

  Her mind flashed a guilty picture of David. They’d drifted apart over the years. David spent the last several years of his life obsessed with his job and ignoring her as a result. She’d grown lonely, and thankfully she had a full life that kept her occupied. Sex became routine, and although Irene had been a good wife, she always wondered what another man would be like. All thoughts of David vaporized when James gave her the bone-melting kiss she’d begged for earlier. So far James had made it worth the wait. It had been a very long time since she’d been this aroused.

  “Sugar?” James whispered.

  “Yes?” Irene asked opening her eyes.

  “What’s wrong?” James nuzzled her neck as if he could read her thoughts.

  James’s hands ran over her belly and up to her breasts. He found space right below her ear and kissed as he started stroking her nipples through the thin mesh material.

  “Nothing…Just kiss me,” Irene said, closing her eyes again and giving in to the bliss of his touch.

  “Where?” James kissed that space again.

  Irene giggled at the sensation of the kiss. “Where do you think?”

  It never occurred to Irene what she considered a kiss and what James thought it was were miles apart. Before she knew what was happening her panties were around one leg and he was kissing…

  “James! What are you doing?” Irene demanded as her eyes flew open at the sensation of him kissing her pussy.

  No one had ever done that to Irene. David didn’t like oral sex. He always considered it dirty and beneath them to even explore that part of their relationship. Apparently Mr. Jones held no such beliefs and everything was open for him to explore.

  “Kissing you, sugar, lay back and relax. I’m almost positive you’ll like this,” James said before he went down and started licking and kissing her pussy.

  Irene’s eyes rolled back in her head as she melted into the sheets. She moved her hips, grinding her pussy into his eager mouth. His hands pushed under her thighs folding her legs at the knees. His alternate licking and sucking of her clit was driving her mad. He inserted his finger into her pussy and firmly stroked in and out as he orally pleased her.

  Irene gasped when he hit her G-spot and started rubbing back and forth. The sensation was like touching low voltage electricity and it was making her moan like a dying woman. If staying with him meant this kind of attention every now and then, she would move in tomorrow! Irene squeezed her eyes shut at the first indications of her orgasm. Her belly contracted slightly as James latched on to her clit and started sucking harder, encouraging her climax. The wave hit and he had to use his free hand to hold her convulsing body. Her throbbing pussy contracted around his finger and tightly squeezed his thick finger. Irene couldn’t remember a more intense climax than the one she was experiencing now. Her nerve endings seemed to fire at once as her body came to its final apex.

  “James…” Irene sighed deeply and shivered as he made his way up her post-climactic sensitive body.

  “My turn, sugar.” James kissed her deeply.

  Irene had forgotten all about his happy ending. She was exhausted and didn’t know how the hell she would keep up with him. He kissed and teased her all over again. James’s hands and mouth went to work on her overly sensitive skin. Irene shivered as he ran his hands over her ribs and up her breasts, gently teasing and squeezing as he nipped at her neck. She closed her eyes and let his manipulation of her senses begin again.

  James planted himself in between her legs and gently rocked his hard cock against her pussy’s entrance. She gripped his arms as he rose and looked into her eyes. A wicked look crossed his features as he rocked, teasing the entrance to her sensitive cunt. Her head was spinning. She waited and almost begged him to fuck her like she had never experienced.

  “Do you want me?” James growled.

  “Yes,” Irene said, running her hands down to his hips. She tugged and urged him forward.

  James bent and kissed her. At the very moment his tongue entered her mouth his cock slammed into her pussy. She shuddered and fought not to scream at the feeling of completion his fucking was giving her. He drove himself firmly and rhythmically in and out of her eager pussy. She couldn’t believe he’d found her G-spot again, this time while filling her with his cock. Irene couldn’t remember ever climaxing in the bottom position. She had to be on top for David’s cock to hit the right spot inside her. James seemed to break all the rules. Her pussy pulsed around his cock as he drove her to another orgasm.

  “That’s it, sugar. Come for me again,” James commanded.

  Irene’s consciousness was disjointed as she gripped James’s arms and dug her nails into his skin.

  “Fuck me, baby.” James increased his tempo.

  James’s thrusts became more demanding and aggressive as her climax came to its peak. He grabbed her ass and thrust himself inside as deeply as he could when he reached his own end.

  “Oh, sugar!” James said as he pulled Irene close. He shivered slightly as he slid next to her, pulling her close.

  Irene had no idea what had just happened to her life. Her world had changed on this trip and she wasn’t sure what to do next. James kissed her forehead and snuggled closer.

  “Are you all right, baby?” James asked.

  “I don’t know…I’m not sure what just happened to me.”

  James chuckled, a low, sensual laugh she could hear rumble in his chest. They slid under the sheets and turned to face each other. Irene was sated and more content than she could remember. It felt so right to be lying next to this man. She smiled as she ran her hand through his furry chest.

  “What do you do in the Navy? Really,” Irene asked.

  “I do the same thing Gavin does. I’m a SEAL.”

  “What exactly does that mean?”

  James reached out and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear before answering. “Special Operations. It used to be called Black Operations. We work in secret. But mainly we’re sent in to get the bad guys before they do some real damage.”

  “How long?” Irene asked with heavy eyes.

  “A long time, sugar.”

  “And you really want to leave it behind?”

  “It’s time for a new generation. They’re smarter and better trained. It’s time for an old salt like me to move on,” James said wistfully.

  James kissed the tip of Irene’s nose and smiled at her. She was fighting sleep and wanted to talk him out of what she felt was a horrible mistake.

  “James, promise me you won’t make a decision for a couple of weeks or even a month,” Irene pleaded.

  “Stay with me, Irene. I promise I won’t make a decision as long as you’re here.”

  “James, please, I can’t stay,” Irene said painfully.

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bsp; James pulled Irene close and wrapped his arms around her. He kissed her softly. “Goodnight, sugar.”

  Irene awoke to James kissing her shoulder lightly. She had slept soundly all night long. Sometime during the night she’d rolled over and he’d snuggled up behind her. She felt warm and safe, safer than she had in a long time.

  “Mmmm.” Irene sighed.

  “Morning, sugar,” James said.

  “What time is it?” Irene whispered.

  “It’s four thirty. I’m leaving before the beast across the hall wakes up,” James quipped.

  Irene giggled as James left the space he’d taken up behind her. While he was in the bathroom dressing, she found her robe. She was sitting in a chair when he walked out. James knelt in front of her and took her hand.

  “I’d beg you if I thought it would do any good,” James said.

  “You know why I can’t stay.”

  “I’ll let you know when I get to Texas.”

  Irene shook her head. “You’re so stubborn. Please think about this before you do anything.”

  “I’ve thought about it, and it isn’t all about you.” James smiled as he placed a kiss on the center of her palm. “Promise me you won’t forget me, sugar.”

  “I don’t think I can.”

  James leaned forward and kissed Irene fully. She closed her eyes at the emptiness she felt when she heard the door close softly. She didn’t know how long she sat looking into space. She heard her phone softly chime indicating her alarm to wake up. It was six o’clock. She stood and took her shower. I can’t do this so soon after David. I need some time to think. But you want to stay…

  Irene was packing when she heard a slight knock on the door. She’d taken a shower and dressed and was preparing to go home. She’d been thinking about James and seemed to just be going through the motions. She thought over and over how she could tell Amy and Gavin she would be staying an extra week. There would be no logical explanation for her behavior if she broached the subject with them. Irene opened the door to Amy.

  “Morning, Tía,” Amy said brightly as she bounced into the room.

  Irene smiled. She understood why Amy was always so happy. If Gavin was anything like James, she was a very happy woman. Irene turned and finished her packing. Amy was sitting on the bed happily chatting about the trip and the harbor tour they had taken yesterday. Irene would nod and smile. She was still thinking about James and not really listening to Amy.

  “What did you do last night, Tía?” Amy asked.

  “I read for a little while.” Irene closed her suitcase

  “Did the book come to life?”

  Irene laughed. “No, why?”

  “Who does this belong to?” Amy held up James’s T-shirt.

  Irene’s face warmed and her jaw drop. “Uh…” She was speechless for a moment. “Give me that!” she said, snatching the shirt away from Amy. Irene shoved it inside her bag.

  “Did you have a visitor last night?” Amy asked with a shy smile.

  “Amy!” Irene snapped.

  Amy stood and walked to Irene. She held her aunt for a moment.

  “If this is what you want, I’m happy for you. I want to see you happy again,” Amy said.

  “He wants me to stay with him another week,” Irene said quietly.

  “And?”

  “I can’t.”

  “Why?” Amy asked simply.

  “Amy, your uncle hasn’t even been dead a year, and here I am messing around with a guy I hardly know. This is so complicated.”

  Amy walked to the bed and sat down. She started twisting her hair. Irene wanted to smile. Amy was thinking. It was an unconscious habit she engaged in since childhood. When she was deep in thought or working out a problem she would sit and twist a lock of her long hair. Irene knew that when the twisting was done, she had an answer or a more narrowly defined question. It was a problem-solving technique Irene had taught her.

  “I remember when I first met Gavin, Tía. He was like no one I’ve ever known. I’ve gotten to know some of the men Gavin works with in the Navy, and I can tell you this. That man you met wouldn’t make that kind of offer if he didn’t really feel something for you. It would’ve been a onetime thing and he would’ve been gone before you woke up this morning,” Amy said.

  “What makes you think he didn’t?”

  “I got up to go to the bathroom around five this morning. I heard a door close. Now I know it was yours,” Amy said. She always seemed so childlike and innocent. Irene smiled slightly. Her little girl was really grown and very wise. “Maybe we should go home, see Dr. Adams, and then decide if you want to come back and spend a week. That way Gavin doesn’t ask too many questions.”

  “You knew I was worried about Gavin?”

  “I am. I know JJ. I got to know him when Gavin was in the hospital and JJ’s feelings run very deep. I could tell by the way he worried. I know Gavin has a lot of respect for the man. He’s known JJ since becoming a SEAL. He’s very protective of you, and after you decide what kind of relationship you want to have with JJ, then we’ll tell him about it.”

  “That’s very wise advice, mi hija.”

  Chapter Four

  Lubyanka Square

  Federal Security Service of the Russian Federation

  Military Counterintelligence Directorate

  Moscow, Russia

  August 17, 2008/0435 Zulu

  Sergei Vaslliev sat with his legs crossed, looking down at his watch. Five minutes, seventeen seconds late. The director, his boss, was late. His obsession with timeliness was a habit from his Spetsnaz days and his compulsion to complete operations based on timing. Bad timing meant certain death in that line of work. It also meant screwing up an assignment and missing a contact during his KGB days. He hated untimeliness. It was a bad habit and one he would instantly correct in his people.

  Sergei closed his eyes and let his senses take in his surroundings. Marlboro cigarettes, American made. He could smell the light scent of French perfume, Chanel. Interesting. Viktor’s wife wears a Russian-made perfume. In fact she and Natasha were the same brand. He opened his eyes and let them scan the room. He avoided the secret camera that he knew was hidden in the large clock behind the desk. He saw the limited brand of Kauffman Vodka sitting on the tray behind the desk.

  Sergei closed his eyes again, trying desperately not to look at his watch and increase his agitated state. He forced his breathing to take on a slow, steady rhythm in order to relax his anger. He couldn’t control the director. He couldn’t control the people who ordered him here. He breathed deeper, slower, and could feel his heart rate slow. He could hear light sounds coming from behind the closed door of the opulent office. He could hear the sounds of phones and keyboards tapping. He smiled as he heard light footsteps outside the door. The door opened and he took a deep breath. Chanel.

  “Colonel Vaslliev, the director called and said to relay his apologies at being so delayed. He is with the president and will be here as soon as he is dismissed,” the young woman said. He opened his eyes and said nothing. “May I get you some tea, sir?”

  “Da, sugar only,” Sergei said, without looking at the woman.

  “Yes, sir,” the woman said, closing the door softly.

  Sergei looked at his watch, wondering why Viktor had called this meeting if he had a meeting with the president. He knew it might have been an unexpected meeting. Nonetheless, Viktor could have called and rescheduled this meeting. Time…It was so precious. He certainly hadn’t had enough time to spend with his son and daughter before they were gone and married. His time with Natasha was growing short. They were older. Natasha was no longer a prima ballerina with the Moscow Ballet company. She was now teaching ballet to the next generation of dancers.

  The thought of his Natasha made Sergei smile. She and his children were the only clean thing in his life of death and destruction. Because of his position in the KGB and Natasha’s fame as a ballerina, they led a privileged life. Nikoli, their son, was an accountant wi
th a Ukrainian shipping company in their native Odessa. Sable, their daughter, was a dentist in Kiev. Every summer, like clockwork, they would go see the children and grandchildren. None of them knew the true nature of his work.

  Sergei managed to keep his family free from the dirty business which had dominated his life. He recalled with a frown when Nikoli was eighteen and had to serve in the Ukraine militia, how he had informed his father that he was being recruited by the awesome Spetsnaz. Sergei went straight the minister of defense and told the man if they even looked to his son again he would declare war on the entire Russian Federation. Nikoli had been given a desk job with a Navy supply division in the finance office.

  Sergei heard the soft footsteps and the twist of the handle on the door. His tea was ready. The young woman set a tray on a small table next to him. She prepared his tea and he heard heavier footsteps approach. Viktor was finally here. Eighteen minutes and thirty-seven seconds late. The things I could have done while I waited. The young woman handed Sergei his tea. He took a sip. It is passable. He preferred the strong Russian black tea that he’d been raised with. This was the popular green tea.

  “My old friend, my apologies for being so late. I know you value timeliness and hate waiting. I would not have kept you if it had not been important,” Viktor stammered.

  They’d worked together in the days of the old KGB. Viktor was a politician and knew how to survive the ever-fluid world of politics. Viktor Zaytsev was now the director of Military Counterintelligence. He had been a Putin appointee. Unlike many in the new regime, Viktor was old school and like Sergei had made his bones in the old Soviet military and the KGB. He sipped his tea as Viktor sat down behind the massive desk.

  “You are aware of the War on Terror that America is waging in Afghanistan and Iraq?” Viktor asked.

  It was a stupid question. Sergei didn’t dignify the question with an answer. He took another sip of his tea and looked at Viktor.

  “We have been asked by a concerned Pakistani government to keep an eye on America and perhaps explore an old project that could slow down what Pakistan believes to be American aggression into their country,” Viktor said.