McCabe bit her left nipple and then sucked the firm point into his mouth. Natalie panted and writhed against him. “Let her hear. She doesn’t know who you are, but I do. I know what you like, Natalie. I know how to make you mine.” He let his lips bump into her sensitive nipple while he spoke. “Or maybe I don’t. You still haven’t answered.”
“Yes, McCabe, you master me.” She lowered into his lap and pressed the heat of her clothed pussy against his pants.
“Ah, ah, ah. Not yet.” He released her shirt, grabbed her waistband at the crotch and yanked, moving her breasts back to his eye level.
She folded over on him and convulsed.
“No fucking way.”
Natalie’s hips rolled. She bit into his shoulder, muffling a cry.
“Holy fuck, Nat.” He jerked her pants higher, shifted them left and right, forcing her to draw the most pleasure from the orgasm that surprised the hell out of him. “I didn’t know you were that…” He didn’t know what she was. Oversensitive. Primed. Ripe.
“Deprived,” she gasped. “I haven’t had you in almost eight years. I’m overdue.”
“No shit.” McCabe peeled her shirt over her head and tossed it to the side. He settled her breasts into his palms. The flushed skin pressed into the sexiest mounds of flesh he’d ever seen. He buried his face in the valley and tried to drown himself in heaven…almost heaven. Heaven lay a few degrees south.
“I bet your pretty lace panties are soaked.”
“Mmmm.” Her chin jutted toward the ceiling, and her nostrils flared, sucking in air.
“Look at me, Natalie.”
Slowly, her eyes opened. Her chin lowered, and she smacked him between the eyes with her sultry gaze.
“I know you love me.” His fingers trailed down the lines of her obliques to the top of her pants.
“You do?”
“Yeah.” He grazed the tip of his nails across her belly, stopping above the button of her pants. She licked her lips and watched him take his time, unfastening her buttons one by one. “You just need to figure out what love is.”
The scent of her orgasm shot hot and humid up his nose. It was all he could do not to impale her through their layers.
“This is love, Nat.”
McCabe wrapped a hand around her backside and slipped two fingers between wet lace and dewy skin. She shook in his grip but maintained eye contact. He slid his knuckles down her center, working his way over her slick, swollen folds.
Natalie’s belly quivered.
“I’ll give you what you want, for as long as you’ll let me.”
“McCabe.” She gasped.
He stole his fingers away. “Stand.”
She stood without question, giving him an unfettered view of her regal body. He untied her boots and shucked them and the socks from her feet, and then guided her pants down her legs and tossed them away.
“Hands on the foot of the bed. Legs wide.”
The woman who ordered men around her entire career gripped the metal rail of the bed and placed one foot on either side of his legs.
“You bring me to my knees.” He let a hand glide up her belly, which rested over his head, between her breasts, and then back to the core of the matter. His thumb hooked inside her panties and wrenched them to the side. Natalie’s full lips and erect clit stared back, taunting him. “To my fucking knees.”
He pressed his face to her mons and breathed her deep.
“Dixon,” Natalie sobbed his name.
“I know what you need.” The fingers of his left hand nestled between her wet lips and spread them wide. His teeth snagged one thick side and scraped its way from top to bottom. Saliva pooled in his mouth, urging him to suck any part of her into his mouth. He swallowed and grabbed hold of the other side and pulled.
“Yes. Oh God, yes.” Her hips rolled. “More please.”
He drove his middle two fingers inside her and hooked them into the wall of her hot flesh.
“Ahhh.” Her knees buckled, but she remained upright.
“Don’t rush this.” He held pressure but didn’t move.
“Oh, McCabe.” Her hips rolled, but each undulation grew smaller than the last.
“That’s it. Just feel.” McCabe used his fingers to pull her closer to his mouth, but he didn’t devour her. He calmed his own revving need for the climax. When they both found the ground, he opened his mouth and sealed it around her clit.
He teased them both with little flicks of his tongue across the ridge of her pulsing clit. Natalie’s pants slowly built, filling the room with the sounds of their love. His licks flattened to full laps. Pressure built in his sack like he would combust at any moment. There was only so much torment a man could take. The laps turned to sucks. Her fingers plowed through his hair. She pressed his head farther between her thighs.
If she wanted it, he hoped she could handle it. He sucked her clit past his lips and lashed its tip with his unrelenting tongue.
“Dixon McCabe,” she screamed his name and shivered in his grip.
Three loud bangs thudded against the wall. “Keep it down. Whore.”
McCabe pumped and curled his fingers inside her with one hand while he reached high and twisted her nipple with the other. Natalie cried out again, louder; incoherent sounds that rocketed blood through his shaft, lengthening him to the point of pain. “That’s it, Nat. Let her hear how much you love me, how much you like it when I make you come.”
Again, she keened. Again, the woman smacked the wall.
He unfastened his fatigues, shoved them down his legs, and pulled Natalie’s hips low. When they were eye to eye, he leaned close and pressed his slick mouth to her dry one. She answered his kiss with desperate strokes of her lips and tongue.
“Are you still on the pill?”
“It’s a shot now, but yes.” She yanked his shirt over his head and dropped it beside them.
Hard length in his hand, McCabe stroked himself once, spreading the pre-cum that drenched the tip, and lowered Natalie until her heat encircled his crown.
She looked at him as though he held the key to the universe. Her gaze measured his every move. His chest swelled to King Kong proportions. He could beat his chest and roar to the fucking world that she was his.
Instead, he pulled her onto his aching cock one inch at a time.
Natalie’s hands framed his face. She gulped in air. “I want to love you like you deserve to be loved, McCabe.”
To his fucking knees.
He grabbed her hips and pounded himself inside her, tattooing, claiming what was his. Her fingers bit into his neck and shoulders. The sway of her breasts mesmerized him. The curve of her waist and hips threatened to end his life. Her gaze, deep and intent, shoved him toward the never-ending abyss.
“Natalie.” With each thrust, he chanted her name a little louder. She pressed a hand over his mouth, gripped his shoulder, rolled her hips, and tossed her head back in abandon. His name screamed off her lips.
It was his undoing.
McCabe jacked his seed inside the woman he loved; the woman he would spend the rest of his life loving, one way or another.
Her greedy walls squeezed his cock, milking the very last of his release with her own.
“How come you get to scream my name, but I can’t yell yours?”
The wall banging started again. “She’s why.”
He growled and snagged her mouth. His hands wrapped around Natalie and pulled her close.
Chapter 9
“They’re making the exchange in thirty minutes.” Natalie crawled over McCabe’s rippled and beautifully naked body toward the side of the bed where her clothes littered the floor.
“Not so fast.” He snagged her waist and reeled her back. His stunning face and hypnotic eyes stopped the retort on her tongue. “No crazy shit out there. You’re not invincible.”
“Says the man who toys daily with lethal animals.” She pressed her lips to his mouth and still smelled herself on him. Her cheeks, top and bottom, f
lushed. Fuck, that was hot. He was hot, and he loved her—despite everything.
“You’re the most dangerous thing I’ve ever dealt with on a daily basis.” He smacked her bare butt, and the sound echoed in the room. “Seriously, routine drops stop. We won’t get them all, but we’ll round up as many as we can.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Mmmmm. I’ve missed that on your lips.”
“Haven’t missed your cock on my lips?” She scrambled away before he could make her forget about the exchange. Dixon McCabe was that dangerous.
“Your hours are numbered, Natalie.” He stroked his swollen length and arched off the bed.
Christ. Heat and moisture gathered between her legs. She licked her lips and nodded. “Yes, they are.”
“Fuck.” His growl echoed in the room. Zeppelin stirred from his nap spot on the rug in front of the small table. McCabe jumped up and threw on clothes. “So you fucked me with the transmitter in your ear?”
“Yep.”
“That’s stupid hot.” He winked and tossed over her panties. The things were soaked.
“What about going commando?” She threw the lace into the garbage can even though she hated leaving them behind. They were beautiful.
“Hell, Nat, there’s nothing not hot about you.”
The part where she didn’t know how to love wasn’t too sexy because it had wrecked him once. The man was willing to be wrecked again, but she wouldn’t allow that to happen. One way or another, she’d figure out how to prove her love to him. McCabe, the man who rescued innocent animals and broken women, deserved it.
He leaned over and quietly counseled the dog. The pair’s accord shocked her. They seemed closer than career-long war buddies. Zeppelin’s big ears perked at his words. Soulful eyes read his every move.
Then everything made sense. McCabe loved the dog because, no matter what the poor sucker had been through, Zeppelin would always be loyal, always love McCabe, and proved it every day.
Dog. Man’s best friend.
Natalie Winston. The girl who broke his heart.
She shoved her feet into her boots, tied them, and then stood.
“Any more information?”
“What?” Natalie jerked toward his words.
He stood in front of her and cradled her chin in his hand. A sweet smile spread his red mouth. “Renee?”
“Oh, they’re meeting in the parking garage in…” She looked at her watch. “Twenty-four minutes.”
“Let’s set up a perimeter.”
“Separate?” She hated the idea.
“Yeah, we’ll be able to hem more of them in that way.”
“You’re right.” Natalie pressed her lips together, trying to fight her newfound jitters. She didn’t like the idea of McCabe in danger. Of course, he’d been in some serious situations through the years, but she hadn’t witnessed them.
“Don’t worry; she’s probably exchanging fitted sheets for food or something.”
“You don’t really believe that, do you?”
“Nope, but it made you smile.” He offered a cocky grin. “Got any cuffs in the Base Branch chariot of yours, or do I need to improvise?” His brows waggled.
The man could improvise restraints. Her cheeks flushed with memories. “I have plastic cuffs in the car.”
“Let’s go.” He hiked the bag over a shoulder, called the dog to heel, and offered her a hand.
She took it, and they worked through the maze and down into the parking garage. Poor lighting gave the ominous structure a yellow hue. They moved around the vehicles, watching every corner and car on the level, but acted like an amorous couple departing from an evening fuck-fest. It wasn’t a stretch.
More often than not, scouts were sent out before an exchange to ensure a smooth transition. In the quiet structure, nothing moved, yet the sounds of light traffic and a questionable night scene muddled from the street below.
After gearing and gunning up—well, two of them, at least—McCabe ordered Zeppelin to lay in the far corner in the only true and good blind spot on the entire level. Passing vehicles couldn’t see past the cars that occupied the spaces in front of it. The main column support hid him from the front aisle of Renee’s delivery truck.
“Perfect for a sneak attack.”
“That’s the idea.” He rubbed the dog’s head, kissed it, and then whispered in German. “You comfortable to set up behind the Base Branch car?”
“Yes.” They’d observe until it was time to move in; if it was ever time to move in. If this turned out to be nothing, they could go back to base and arrest the entire K-9 unit. Hell, even if it turned out Renee was the kidnapper, she’d still go back and arrest those guys…the moment she had the evidence to prove they were asshole rapists.
“Good. I’ll take the east end.” McCabe squeezed her hand and jogged toward the end opposite of Zeppelin. He’d be the first one to see arriving vehicles.
Natalie hurried to her spot and crouched behind the small car, positioned midway between her two allies, closest to Renee’s truck.
“In position,” she breathed.
“Not the position I’d like you in, but it’ll do for now.” McCabe’s voice rang through the transmitter in her ear as though he were whispering right behind her.
“In what kind of position do you want me?”
“Not now, minx.”
“You started it.”
“I’ll finish it too. Later. Eyes up.”
She couldn’t fight the grin off her face, but she quieted and surveyed the area. Her vantage point was similar to what it had been before they’d gone to the room. The back of the truck stared at her from her spot at the side of the car. Natalie smoothed down the vest she wore over her clothing, checked the magazines on her belt, the AR-15 strapped across her chest, and the pistol at her side. Just like McCabe, she was ready. Poor Zep didn’t even have his vest, much less a gun. She hadn’t thought about the military dog having a Kevlar vest, but McCabe had been pissed he hadn’t thought to place one in the bag before they’d left the base. The dog had weapons, though. Hell, he was a weapon.
The vehicle rocked on it’s rusty axil.
Natalie blinked and then narrowed her gaze. Again, as it had before when Renee had been inside, the large truck tilted slightly from one side of its axle to the other.
What. The. Fuck.
She hadn’t missed Renee exiting the building, which meant what was in the truck had either been in there before Renee left or had entered after the woman left. Natalie was willing to bet on the former.
“Movement,” she breathed, “inside the truck.”
“Safe to say it’s not towels or sheets they’re exchanging.”
“Yeah.” Adrenaline burned through her veins like a shot of whiskey stung her throat.
“Zeppelin’s not going to mistake me for a tango, is he?”
“Nah, he’s sweet on you.”
“Here's to hoping,” she muttered.
“Movement, main corridor, key tango.”
Natalie calmed her heartbeat. Twenty seconds after McCabe’s alert, Renee waddled furiously toward the dirt-covered delivery truck.
“One white van and one white car, main aisle, moving in fast,” McCabe whispered. “Three confirmed tangos. Could be more in the back of the truck.”
Outnumbered already. Fabulous.
Renee hurried her steps to the back of the truck but arrived only a fraction of a second before the two vehicles that screamed money slammed to a stop on either side of Renee’s shitty truck. The woman’s hand shook on the chrome door lever. Hell, her entire body shook while her head dropped in an eerie form of submission.
Two men in the traditional Perahon Tunban exited the car. Atop the long white shirts and baggy pants, they wore fine black vests. The muscles, uncharacteristic to most Afghani men, and the AK-47s strapped to their sides set off alarms inside Natalie’s head.
The larger of the two stepped forward and smacked his hand across Renee’s cheek. It echoed through
the cement structure, along with the woman’s sharp cry.
He leaned in but yelled, “If this girl is dead because you kept her drugged and stuffed under a heater for two days, you’re getting a cut of the profits. Only not the kind you want.”
“She’s fine,” Renee quivered. “Really.”
“She’d better be, American pig.” The man spat at her feet and hollered toward the delivery truck.
Of all the languages in country, Natalie’s Dari sucked most.
A man—smaller, less finely dressed, and not carrying an AK—jumped out of the driver’s door of the van. He rushed around to the back of the vehicle, opened the double doors wide, and offered a bow to both men.
“Open the door, pig,” the leader ordered.
“I’ve never seen one fight after a dose until her. Do you have the sedative?” Renee’s voice shook. “You’ll want to dose her first.” Her palms shot up. “Otherwise, you’re going to have your hands full.”
The leader again yelled at the truck driver in Dari.
“When the driver climbs into the truck to retrieve the drugs, we move,” McCabe barely breathed into her ear.
“Affirmative.” She was glad as hell he spoke Dari. Pashto she had on lock, but that didn’t help much now, did it?
“I’ll take the leader. You, the AK closest to you. Zep will corner Renee. I’ll follow up on the driver. You check the girl.”
“Affirmative.”
“On my mark.”
The driver and leader negotiated something she didn’t understand. Their hands flew in wild gestures.
“They’re talking doses,” McCabe informed. “Get ready.”
After another fit of Dari, the driver tossed up his hands and turned to the pristine van. The closer his feet drew to the doors, the quieter and more spread out her heartbeats became.
“Move.” The word came calm and clear from McCabe the moment the driver’s tan vest and cap disappeared inside the back.
Using the cars for cover, Natalie hurried silently forward. Two rows closer. One more to go. McCabe entered her periphery. They were in sync, invading fast.
Natalie’s prey stood with his back to her and both hands on his hips. Hands up, ready to attack, five feet away, McCabe yelled in German. The men’s heads snapped toward the man she loved more than herself, more than her fears.
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