Code of Honor (Special Ops Book 7)

by Capri Montgomery

  She fell back on the bed. “Not good,” she whispered. She wanted him and clearly he wanted her too. the fact that he wasn’t abiding by some Marshal Code of Honor to not bed the witness under his protection told her the man wouldn’t refrain from taking her to the precipice of orgasm and pushing her over it should he decide to do so. She really should think smarter and help him not feel the need to do just that, but she wanted him to do it. This was the first man in all her life that she actually wanted to have sex with and she didn’t even know him.

  Trist Maloney ran his hand through his dirty blond hair. That woman was the woman of his friggin’ sex dreams. He had been looking at her since he got the first picture with clear instructions to wait before killing her. They, his payers, wanted to make sure they knew what she knew and who she talked to, so they wanted to wait on the kill. He knew it was coming; he just didn’t know when. Killing the gamer design guy had been easy but not fun. They wanted it to look like an accident so he made it look like one when in reality he would have preferred a bare hand kind of kill.

  He hadn’t gotten the job to kill the senator though and a part of that had pissed him off until he found out why. They wanted him to do her and by do her he had his own vivid imagination on how he would do it.

  Abigail was one delectably gorgeous woman. He had a penchant for the darker ebony ladies but she, in all her light skinned beauty, was his own kind of blasian sex dream. What he wouldn’t give to have bedded her sooner. No, he was supposed to just keep an eye on her without making too much of a dent. That had been easy. The woman was so into her music on her morning jogs that she was easy to watch unnoticed.

  He would see her leave every morning and for a while he had just watched her from the windows the same way when she returned, but then he got it in his head to give her a view of what was soon to come her way. He didn’t even bother putting on pants when he went out to smoke his cigar. Every morning she came by. The first time he had made a feigned attempt at saying he had just stepped out and didn’t expect anybody to be coming by. She had blushed and looked away swiftly as she told him to have a nice day. He watched her behind so nice and round and looking perfectly firm as she walked toward her unit.

  He had enjoyed her bashful blush so much that he did it again, and again. She started trying to avoid looking at him by pretending to turn up the volume or fish for a song on her MP3 player. Oh yeah, he was unnerving her just a little and he didn’t care.

  He knew her schedule as if he were her personal assistant. He had gone into her apartment, had ran his hand over her underwear in the drawers and even went through her dirty underwear. She had a delicious kind of smell to her down there that set his erection to high rise. He had even jacked himself off in her panties every day. His fluids mixing with her dried previously worn but not yet washed panties had set him to blaze. He had even done it lying in her bed. He had planned to leave a present for her in a pair of her clean underwear and stick it back in the drawer, but sadly he had gotten the call and the call was the one that told him to make the kill and finish the job. He had gotten that call the morning she went out for her run. He had watched her leave while he talked to the guy on the phone and got the go ahead. Then, he knew that day had to be different. He had to get her in there, get inside of her and then finish the kill. Sure, he could have killed her some other way, but the reality was he had many a night’s dreams about coming inside of her and he planned to fulfill that dream.

  He knew everything about her training, enough to know she had weak spots he could easily take advantage of and get the drop on her. He also knew even if she hadn’t had weak spots he could still take her. He was that good. What he hadn’t planned on were the Marshals showing up. He was so busy watching her that he didn’t realize somebody was watching him too. How had he missed that?

  “Maybe you didn’t miss it,” he mumbled to himself. “Maybe they were watching her because of her connection to the senator. Maybe she just got lucky.” Yeah, that was it because he sure as hell hadn’t gotten sloppy.

  He thought about her beauty. Toffee was what the guy at the coffee shop had said about her while Trist sat in a corner unnoticed. He heard the kid talking about her and how much he wanted her, how he was going to make a move on her. Trist wouldn’t have that. This woman with the fire red hair and hazel eyes was his. He thought of killing the kid but he noticed Abigail wasn’t looking at him at all so he figured he’d let the kid live.

  Three months of jacking off thinking about her and the kill had gone south. Yeah, he had heard about the disappointment but fortunately they weren’t fully blaming him given the Special Conditions team watching the area. They did, however, want this fixed fast and he had assured them he could, and would, do it swiftly. He hadn’t told them he still planned on getting inside her while her body was still warm. He wanted to be the last face she saw and the last body she felt on top of her. he wanted to be the last to come inside her. He wanted her to look into his brown eyes and beg him to let her live while he rammed his shaft inside her. He wanted that, and he was going to have that. Never give a man three months between the hiring and the killing because an idle mind would create its own playground and his playground involved her body. He didn’t do dead women. He would take her while she was still breathing and then, maybe, just maybe, he would take her again and kill her during.

  He reached into his glove compartment and took out the red lace panties he had taken from her home two days before he got the kill order. He had taken them right out the dirty clothes hamper and stuffed them in his pocket as a souvenir. He knew he could always take another pair, but he liked the red ones. The red ones were different—boy shorts, that he was sure hugged her hips in delicious ways. He knew she would miss them, but he also thought she would assume she sacrificed them to the dryer gods or something like it. He knew her washing schedule because he had seen her go up to the laundry facility on site. She still hadn’t replaced her washer that broke three months earlier.

  He laughed at the thought of the washer breaking—a washer he had permanently and expertly covertly mucked up so it wouldn’t work again. He had heard his girl, yeah, she was his, talking to another woman near the pond area and she had said she was waiting because she was hoping to move once her lease was up in six months and it would be two less items to have to try to get moved.

  He would have been sad to see her go if he didn’t already know that’s not the kind of moving she would be doing. He figured she would be dead by the time her lease came even close to expiration and he, too, would be moving on because that apartment was a rat’s cage and he was not a rat. He was a man, a Marine dishonorably discharged because of work he had done under orders. Yeah, they had trained him, conditioned him, put him on the hunt and then when they were found out they brought it down on him, his team, the men who served doing exactly what they were told to do without questions.

  He chuckled to himself. “Their loss was another evil man’s gain,” he said. He and a few of the guys had gotten special requests for special things, but he was the only one who had gotten picked up full package. He was the only one good enough to do it all while they were more of the go in as backup type men. If he needed them he would call for them, but he didn’t think he would need them here. There wasn’t anybody in that Special Conditions unit who could hold even a match to his skill set. He just had to find out where she was and then go after her.

  “Two kills are better than one,” he laughed as he thought about putting a bullet in the Marshal before putting his dick in his woman. He would do a slower kill for the person guarding her, but he didn’t want to waste time on an unpaid kill when he could spend that time getting in close contact with her body.

  He thought about where his life had been as that young high school kid who took his GED a year early so he could go into the Marines right away. He was at the right age thanks to some stupid school board laws about birthdays and ages to start school he was a year older than most of the other people in his
class. He had joined up and moved out into this world of military. He had done covert operations. He had done more as a Marine than he thought he would ever do in his life. He had lived for the Marines, proudly serving and putting his life on the line and this was how the government had treated him—dishonorably discharged for following orders. He was angry back then but it didn’t take long for him to get that one call that changed his life, his pay grade, and his purpose all at the same time. Oh yeah, dishonorably discharged was the best thing to ever happen to him.

  “I think we need to talk,” Abby’s voice was soft and seductive as usual, but there was an edge. Had he pushed her too far? Maybe. Did he care? No.

  Rhys pushed the paper in front of him to the side. He wasn’t reading it anymore anyway. He had already finished reading the update he printed off this morning. Autumn still didn’t have a clue as to where this guy was, but she knew he hadn’t been caught which meant he was still after Abby.

  “You’re brash and—”

  “That turns you on,” he said, not asked. He wasn’t mistaking the way she responded to him last night.

  “That is beside the point.”

  He shrugged. “Seems like a good point to me. Together we’re a wild fire waiting to rage and I promise you, when I get you in my bed again that fire is going to blaze like a fire reaching flash point.”

  Her eyes dilated like she was thinking about him taking her into the hot zone and holding her there for both of their pleasure.

  “Rhys, you don’t even know me really.”

  “And you don’t know me at all yet that didn’t stop you from coming into my room last night.”

  “I came about the tea.”

  “No you didn’t. I’m not stupid, Abby. I could read you from the moment I got you beneath my body.”

  “You were…you were naked.” She nearly shrieked.

  “You could have been too,” he shrugged one shoulder again. Her cheeks were starting to turn a soft shade of red as the blood rushed to them.

  “We can’t. After this is over I’m going back to my world and you’re…well, I don’t know what you’re going back to.”

  “Does it matter?”

  “That we’re going to part ways? Yes.”

  He chuckled. “No, that you don’t know exactly what I do. Because I assure you once I have you I’m not letting you go, and you can count on that one, Abby.”

  She exhaled slowly. “You are impossible.”

  “I’m impossible,” he stood and walked toward her as she kept taking steps back. She was heading into a wall he could box her up against and she didn’t even realize it. For a woman with her training she surely did fluster easily. Or maybe she just flustered so easily around him because she wanted him.

  When her back hit the wall he was quick to place his hands on either side of her body and make sure she stayed put as he moved his body closer to hers. “I’m impossible, huh? Impossible to resist.”

  Her lashes fluttered wildly as she looked up into his eyes. “I…Rhys, we—”

  “Can if you want to,” he cut off her words. If she wanted him he wasn’t under any restraints that would keep him from giving her what she wanted while taking what he wanted in return. He lowered his hand to her waist, letting his fingers softly caress her through the fabric of her silken blouse. “Tell me what you want,” he breathed the words firmly in a subtle tone of seduction.

  “I…I want you to kiss me,” she said as if he had weakened her protest for not getting involved. “I want to know what it feels like to kiss you because I can’t stop imagining what it might be like. I figure if we kiss then I can get you out of my mind and maybe get a good night of sleep.”

  He chuckled softly. “When we kiss,” he said because if wasn’t even an option. “I can assure you it won’t be a kiss that lets you put me out of your mind.” Her lips parted on a soft protest of a gasp and his mouth took the opportunity to taste her lips.

  One kiss wouldn’t be enough and he knew that, but he was slow about it. He brushed his lips along hers before using his tongue to slip inside her mouth. She was quick to respond, kissing him back with a little more vigor. Oh no, he was going to seduce her completely and he wouldn’t’ have her coming apart in his arms just yet.

  He let one hand massage her waist while the other slipped into her hair and fisted it tightly. He maneuvered her head so their lips could meet more completely and so he could taste her in every corner of her mouth. One delicious stroke after another sent embers of sexual need coursing through his body. God he was going to regret this. It had been a long time for him. he hadn’t wanted to for so long and right now, just one taste of her, made him want to strip her bare and take her right there against the wall.

  He could smell her arousal building and it edged him on even more. He was doing this to her. he was bringing her pleasure—pleasure he would make sure was better than she ever experienced before.

  “Hmm,” she moaned and he released a growl of his own. This woman was going to be his completely.

  He slid his hands to her behind and hoisted her so he could be more comfortable in his pursuit. She wrapped her legs around his waist and secured her arms around his shoulders the best she could. Oh yes, this was what he had fantasized about since he got one look at those delicious lips of hers.

  His lips left hers to trail kisses down her cheek and over her neck. He may have sucked a little harder in places, marking her he was certain of that, before his lips trailed up to her ear. He nipped the clearly sensitive lobe judging from the gasp of shock meets crave able ecstasy.

  “I’m not going to stop, Abby; not until we both get what we really want.” And he meant those words entirely. Right now, this moment, they were both about to explore the fire burning between them. He hadn’t missed a beat of her attraction to him. he was good at reading people, but that look in her eyes on first sight had screamed of her lust for him. lust was good; lust was very good. He couldn’t say he was working toward love, but hell, he wasn’t getting any younger and maybe, just maybe, he could make a permanent spot for her in his bed. Either way, this job was not going to end them. He meant what he said, he wasn’t planning to stop, not now, not ever, not until he was ready, or until she felt the need to push him away.

  He pushed her skirt farther up her thighs. It wasn’t hard to do since the skirt wasn’t fitted to her like a glove holding her tightly wrapped. No, this skirt was free flowing and easy to navigate as he slide his hand up her thigh and to her panties.

  “I hope you didn’t like these much,” he mumbled as he nipped her neck. His fingers balled the waistband up in his hand and then he tugged hard. The sound of fabric ripping brought another gasp from her mouth as her breathing intensified and the heat coming off her could nearly scorched the wall. He chuckled at her response.

  “Rhys,” she moaned as she tried to arch into him. Oh yes he wanted this. He wanted this here, now, hard and fast. He wasn’t going to stop.

  He expertly, with the skill of a man on a mission, released the button of his jeans, slid the zipper down and maneuvered to release his bulging erection. Straight up was the direction it went between her legs, seeking entrance to her silky hot cavern.

  “Rhys!” She gasped and clutched his shoulders hard. Her nails dug into his blades and hell if that didn’t turn him on even more. “Oh, please,” she gasped.

  Please was exactly what he aimed to do. He positioned his shaft ready for entry before pulling her down with ease onto him. she was warm, hot would be the better description, and she was so wet. Could he last, or was he going to break into an orgasmic inferno before he could make her come?

  He couldn’t think about anything other than the way she felt and the way she moaned and screamed and called for him, clutching him tightly with every part of her being. Oh yes, this was what he had been missing, what he had been needing and now he was going to take it—all of it.

  His speed increased. The sound of her body thumping against the smooth ivory wall had him g
runting with the force of his own need.

  “Yes,” she moaned near screamed. “Yes, there, right there.” She gasped as he continued to thrust into her. He had obviously hit that spot, the one that was going to push her over the edge of insanity, over the edge of arousal, and into the flash point of orgasm—and he was the man that was going to take her there.

  He pumped into her harder, faster, unable to control his own thirst and hunger for her. He had lost control, unable to hold back even an ounce of the man that he was, of the man who was staking his claim on this woman—his woman.

  “Rhys!” She screamed his name, her juices flooding out of her body as he tensed, tightened, and flooded his own into her.

  He let out a loud growl that seemed more animalistic than human—more tiger winning the prize than man pleasing a woman. No, this was a hard, fast, deep, mating. He was not going to let her go.

  He stayed locked inside her even after his body had exhausted the last of his orgasm. She was panting in his arms. Her warm breath bathed his neck as her head found refuge on his shoulder.

  He growled. “You’re mine, Abby. I mean that. No other man gets you.”

  She grunted. “You have to ask me first.”

  “No, babe. I just laid claim and you let me. In case you don’t feel it, those fluids are not all yours.”

  She gasped. Her head jerked backwards and he could see the sudden recognition in her eyes. “You..you don’t have on a condom.”

  He shrugged one shoulder as he adjusted his hips to make his penis slide deeper into her. “Nope.”

  “I’m not on the pill.”

  He shrugged again. “I’m clean, by the way.”

  “Me too, but I’m more worried about becoming a single mom right now.”

  He chuckled. “There’s nothing single about you. If I got you pregnant I’ll just speed up the wedding to make sure we get hitched before you start showing much.”