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

by Bella Juarez

  After getting a room and settling in, JJ sat with Irene in between his out stretched legs, holding her loosely. They were watching the lights dance on the water and the small boats pass from the bay window in their room. They’d been talking on and off while they sat and watched the dark harbor.

  “You don’t need to sit with me, James. I imagine watching boats and water is nothing new to you,” Irene said, stroking his arm.

  “It takes on a different look when I’m with you, sugar.”

  “You, Mr. Jones, are a very charming rogue.”

  “Rogue?” JJ asked with a chuckle.

  “Charming rogue,” Irene corrected.

  “Is that the same as a scallywag?” James asked playfully.

  “I guess, if you’re pirate.”

  “I’ve definitely been called a pirate before,” JJ said with a yawn.

  “Are you tired, James?”

  “I’m fine, sugar,” JJ said, tightening his grip.

  “Let’s go to bed. I’m tired, too.”

  “Do you seriously think we’ll sleep?”

  “For a little while. We can always wake up later.”

  Irene stood and changed for bed. JJ followed Irene into the room, and after he undressed, he slipped under the covers while she was changing. She snuggled close to him as he wrapped his arms around her and buried his head in the back of her neck. He inhaled deeply and discovered a scent that reminded him of his childhood in Florida. Sweet jasmine.

  The sultry summer nights were filled with that scent around his childhood home. It was a scent that brought warm memories to his violent, war-torn life. He was home. He realized something almost life changing at that moment. He was home as long as he was with Irene. He snuggled closer. There was no hurry. He felt as if he had all the time in the world with her. For now, he was content just to be next to her. He closed his eyes and gave in to the blissful scent. JJ let Irene’s scent take away the stress of his restless, aggressive life as he drifted into a deep, contented sleep.

  * * * *

  JJ felt the first stirrings of his consciousness when Irene snuggle closer to him. His cock immediately responded to the delightful shimmy of her ass grinding against it. He moved his hand lightly up and down her waist. She responded by shaking her fine ass all over again. He smiled. Damn! That feels good. He lightly kissed the back of Irene’s neck. She shuddered slightly at the sensation. He continued the light kisses to the back of her neck as he made a final pass up her waist and to her breasts.

  “Morning, sugar,” JJ whispered as he stroked her nipple through the thin shirt. Her nipple stiffened under his thumb as he rubbed. His cock surged with need every time he raked his thumb over her nipple.

  “Good morning.”

  JJ continued his light caresses as Irene purred and rubbed up against him. He reached under her shirt and started caressing the soft mound of her breast.

  “I want you,” JJ whispered as his hand ventured to her pussy.

  Irene turned to face JJ and latched on to his lips. He massaged her nice firm ass and played with her lips. He broke away and worked his way down her throat, nipping and licking as he went lower. He lifted her pajama top and swiftly pulled it over her head.

  JJ bent his head and took one of Irene’s nipples in his mouth. He remembered the first time they’d been together he hadn’t had time to pay attention to her breasts. He’d been too interested in her feet. This time he planned on exploring every inch of her. He licked and sucked her nipples, moving back and forth between each of her breasts. Irene inhaled sharply as her fingers squeezed his shoulders. He suckled and licked one after another, teasing her until her breathing became more rapid and her moaning more desperate. He gently pushed Irene onto her back as he continued his nipping and sucking of her breasts and nipples.

  Irene was pushing the rest of her clothes off in lustful anticipation of what she really wanted. JJ helped her as he eased his hands over her hips, sweeping the last of her clothes away. He took her breasts in his hands once more as he worked each one with his mouth and hands. He eased one of his hands down over her belly to her pussy and rubbed the outer lips with his palm.

  “Oh yes, please, more!” Irene cried.

  “Patience, sugar.”

  JJ ran is middle finger along her clit and slid it into her pussy as he continued to suck Irene’s nipples. He pushed his finger into her and remembered how tight her pussy was. It had been a pleasant surprise when he’d fucked her the first time. When he shoved into her cunt, he thought he’d hurt her, but her reaction told him otherwise. He guessed she was so tight because she’d never had kids. Her pussy clenched and he knew she was on the brink. He pulled his finger out and rubbed his hand over her mound once more. Her hips thrust upward.

  “James, please!” Irene moaned.

  “Wait for it, sugar. I won’t leave you hanging.” JJ kissed her.

  Irene was writhing at the carnal buildup JJ was causing her. As tight as she was, she would damn near take off his cock when she finally came. He ran his tongue in between the valley of Irene’s breasts. He took his rock-hard cock in his hand and rubbed it against her slit. Irene grabbed his waist and pulled him toward her. He managed to keep his balance and remained firm. JJ let out a low, sensuous chuckle.

  “What do you want, sugar?” James teased.

  “James…” Irene whispered desperately.

  “I could never say no to you.” JJ rocked forward. Irene was thrusting her hips upward as he tried to work his cock fully inside her. “Stay still for a minute, sugar. You’re so damn tight, you’ll make me come right now if you don’t stop moving.”

  JJ slowly worked his cock in and out of Irene’s wet pussy, gaining a slow, easy rhythm. “Damn you feel good, baby. I’ve never felt anything so tight and hot in all my life!” He groaned.

  Irene clenched again as she started meeting his thrusts equally with her own. It was all right now. He would come the minute he felt her greedy pussy start milking his cock. He reached down and rubbed his thumb in tight circles over her clit. She threw back her head and screamed as she dug her nails into his biceps. He pushed harder and faster. This was the best fuck he’d had in recent memory. Irene was so different than his usual choice of woman. Who knew?

  “James!” Irene called.

  “Come for me, baby.” JJ growled as he closed his eyes.

  JJ’s balls tighten against his body in anticipation of the mind-blowing orgasm he was about to have. He felt the rhythmic throbbing and clenching of Irene’s pussy as she began her own release. He let go, and it felt as if he had just released his body to the wind in a HALO jump. The freefalling sensation was a liberation of his senses. He violently shoved inside her as he came. He reared back and felt his lower back spasm as another wave hit him.

  “Fuck! Sugar!” JJ roared uncontrollably as he pushed deep inside her pussy once more.

  JJ squeezed his eyes shut and groaned as he ground himself into Irene and shivered. He tried to catch his breath as he lowered himself. His breathing was strained. He must’ve been holding his breath because he had to remind himself to breathe. When her pussy’s clenching cadence slow down, he pulled out and cradled Irene to him for a moment. She was breathing just as hard as he was. Her arms slid around his neck and he relaxed.

  “I think I just went to another planet,” Irene breathlessly whispered.

  “If it was the one with the bright neon lights, I was there, too, sugar.”

  “That was the one,” Irene said with a giggle.

  JJ chuckled and slid to Irene’s side, scooping her into a tight embrace. They held on to each other for a long time as they recovered. He was drifting off to sleep when she moved. He tightened his grip and greedily pulled her back. She giggled.

  “Rest, honey. I’ll take a shower and start getting dressed. It’ll take me at least an hour to get ready,” Irene whispered as she kissed him.

  “No. Stay with me.”

  “James, I’m here,” Irene said, releasing herself and leaving
the bed.

  JJ opened a lazy eye and watched as the light from the bathroom disappeared. He turned around and drifted into a contented sleep. When he opened his eyes again, he was refreshed and ready to start the day. He stretched like a tomcat and sat up. He stood and walked to the bathroom where he found Irene fixing her hair and putting on her makeup.

  “Do you need inside?” Irene asked.

  “Just for five minutes, sugar. Then it’s all yours again,” JJ said.

  Irene gathered her makeup and walked out. JJ quickly showered. He left the bathroom to her again to dress himself. He settled into one of the chairs in the room as he waited for her. He switched on the TV and located the news and weather. He noticed Irene was starting to rush.

  “Take your time. I want you to look perfect,” JJ said.

  “I’m not perfect, James,” Irene said over her shoulder.

  “Yes, you are. What do you think made me notice you?”

  “James!”

  “I’m serious. I don’t care if it takes another hour. Take your time.”

  JJ caught the scent of sweet jasmine, roses, and apple? Irene’s perfume filled the room as he closed his eyes and let its sweetness curl around him. He managed to catch another segment of the news before Irene announced that she was finished and ready to go. They’d decided to explore the area and take the ferry to Port Aransas. They ate breakfast and began the drive down the scenic inter-coastal waterway along the Texas Gulf Coast.

  * * * *

  JJ opened the door for Irene as they entered the Water Street Oyster Bar in Corpus Christi. It was almost seven in the evening of a very full day. They’d toured the Lexington and the State Aquarium. He enjoyed watching Irene tour the USS Lexington. She almost seemed childlike in her amazement of the World War II-era aircraft carrier turned museum. He’d learned a few things at the State Aquarium from the former science teacher. They waited at the bar for their table.

  “Did you have fun today, Irene?” JJ asked.

  “Oh goodness, yes!” Irene exclaimed.

  The bartender approached and JJ ordered Irene her red Cabernet and his usual scotch.

  “I must seem so silly to you sometimes,” Irene said as she took a sip.

  “Why would you say that, sugar?” JJ asked.

  “Tell me something, do you travel on those ships with your work in the Navy?”

  “Sometimes. When I first joined the Navy, I was on one of those ships for six months at a time. It almost seemed like I never got off.”

  “Where did you go? What did you see?” Irene gushed.

  “I saw places like Italy, Spain, and Greece. At that time, I was on the Club Med tour. By the time we got into port, we were pretty stir crazy.”

  “Oh!” Irene exclaimed, “That’s so exciting.”

  JJ chuckled. “I wish I could tell you it was that special. Most of time, all I saw was a bunch of sweaty guys in dirty work uniforms. When we finally got off the ship, we got drunk and stupid. We really didn’t bother with the tour.”

  “What about with the SEALs? Did you get to travel with them?”

  “Sugar, you talk like you’ve never been out of Texas.”

  “I really haven’t. David never liked to travel and he never took off work. The only trip we ever took was Amy’s freshman year in high school. We took her to Disney World,” Irene said wistfully.

  Irene looked sad. JJ thought of David with disdain. Why would he do something like that to two beautiful women? He’d gotten to know Amy while Gavin was laid up in the hospital. She was such a beautiful, sweet girl. In fact, he seemed to think of Amy as a younger version of Irene. David had everything. Surely he thought about what he did when he took all that money. What the hell did he plan on doing with all that money if he didn’t like to do anything? He leaned over and kissed her tenderly.

  “Where would you like to go?” JJ asked.

  “I don’t know where to begin.”

  “Paris? Rome? London? Madrid? Rio?”

  Irene giggled. “Barcelona.” She took a sip of her wine.

  “Barcelona? How about you get a passport and we’ll plan a trip to Barcelona.”

  JJ watched Irene’s topaz eyes light up. She’d suppressed her adventurous spirit for so long. He’d been stuck with the very opposite type of woman his first two tries at marriage.

  “I don’t expect you to do that,” Irene said quietly.

  “If my boss won’t let me retire and keeps me hostage for another year I need to go to Europe for a conference in late May. I’ll take you with me. When I’m done with the conference, we’ll go to Spain and see Barcelona. There’s also a conference in Hawaii at Pearl Harbor in November.”

  “What if something happens between now and then?” Irene asked quietly.

  “I’ll still take you. Even if I’m in Iraq or Afghanistan, I still need to go to the conference in Europe. You can meet me there. What are you worried about, sugar? What do you think will happen?”

  “Things change, James, sometimes in the blink of an eye,” Irene said, taking a long drink.

  JJ lifted Irene’s small hand and kissed it. He knew what she was thinking. He almost had to bite his tongue in half so he wouldn’t tell her what he knew about her dead husband. He briefly thanked God that David was dead. It was an awful thing to do, but it was better this way, for Irene. He briefly wondered how different his life would be if he’d met her first.

  “Sugar, I don’t know what’ll happen. All I know is I have you now and you’ll always have me. Let’s worry about right now. Why don’t you come to Hawaii with me? That’s only a few months away,” JJ offered.

  “James, Gavin still doesn’t know about us. We’ll have to break it to him someday, and it’ll be before I take another trip with you.”

  “You’re right, Irene. We’ll need to tell the boy eventually.”

  Chapter Seven

  Park Hyatt Istanbul-Maçka Palas

  The Lounge at Park Hyatt

  Istanbul, Turkey

  September 10, 2008/1318 Zulu

  Sergei Vaslliev read his newspaper carefully and sipped his black tea waiting for his Pakistani contact to arrive. He glanced at his watch as he turned the page. The contact had four minutes and three seconds before his scheduled arrival. He’d brought Natasha and two of his grandchildren on this trip. He continued reading the Georgian newspaper he’d picked up in the lobby of the hotel where they were staying. A man approached and asked Sergei for a cigarette.

  Sergei appraised the man as he took out his cigarette case and offered it to the man. The man was taller than he was, but thinner and neatly groomed. He was an Arab with a British accent. His black hair and beard were trimmed neatly. The young Arab took on the appearance of a businessman, perhaps a junior executive of some sort. He was a much younger man than Sergei was expecting.

  “Thank you, sir,” the young man said as he lit the cigarette. “May I join you, Colonel Vaslliev?”

  “You may.” Sergei put away his newspaper. He glanced at the clock in the lounge. The young man was on time. He smiled. “I am retired from the military.”

  “My apologies, sir,” the young man said as he sat.

  The waiter came back and asked for the young man’s order. He ordered coffee and a croissant.

  “Azad Jobrani, Mr. Vaslliev. I was sent to meet you by our friend, Mr. Bakri,” the young man said extending his hand.

  “You are Persian?” Sergei asked, shaking the man’s hand.

  “I am. I was raised in Hampshire, England. My parents immigrated to Great Britain when the Shah was deposed in Iran.” The young man took a drag of his cigarette. “Would you be more comfortable speaking Russian?” Jobrani asked in Russian.

  “My English needs practice. You’ll excuse me if I’m a little suspicious. You are a British citizen, yes?” Sergei asked in English.

  “Yes. I’m also an Iranian citizen. I went back to do my military duty after I graduated from Cambridge. I fell in love with a beautiful Persian princess and decided to s
tay. Britain was really never my home,” Jobrani said.

  “What do you do in Iran?” Sergei asked.

  “I have a civil service job. I’m a…chemist,” Jobrani said with a smile.

  Sergei returned the smile in understanding. Nothing about this man rang untrue. His answers were short and to the point. He wasn’t building some elaborate story. The waiter returned with Jobrani’s order, and he took a drink of his coffee.

  “I am working in Russia, Moscow, for the time being. What is the plan from Mr. Bakri?” Sergei asked.

  “I was simply to introduce myself, give you my contact information, and ask if I could assist you in any way,” Jobrani said.

  “How?”

  “That is entirely up to you, sir.”

  “What is your background?”

  “Rather than answer that, sir, why don’t I give you this? Contact me after you’ve had a chance to investigate the possibilities of my position with you. Then, you tell me how I can be of assistance.” Jobrani handed Sergei an envelope he retrieved from his jacket pocket.

  Mr. Jobrani was well trained. He knew Sergei would investigate him regardless of what he said. Why waste time? He was already growing fond of this man’s attention to detail and his appreciation of brevity.

  “You would move to Moscow?” Sergei asked.

  “I have been instructed to assist by any means possible. If that means moving to Moscow…then I move to Moscow,” Jobrani said with a shrug.

  “And what of your Persian princess?” Sergei asked.

  “She has a large family. They will look after her while I’m gone. I’ve taken enough of your time, Mr. Vaslliev. My contact information is contained in the documents I gave you,” Jobrani said.

  “I will call you as soon as I make a decision,” Sergei said, placing his hand on the envelope.

  “Good day, sir.” Jobrani stood.

  Sergei watched the young man as he departed. At least they’d sent someone who looked promising. Jobrani seemed reasonable and not at all like the fervent jihadist Sergei had been expecting. This man acted intelligent and seemed ambitious. Qualities he’d found lacking in other extremists he’d worked with. A man could only gain in his ambitions if he stayed alive. Dying at some point for a cause may become necessary, but it didn’t have to be the first option. Azad Jobrani seemed as if he wanted to live to fight another day. That was a warrior’s attitude that Sergei could respect. The waiter returned.