“Hey you.”
“Hi Chris, don’t tell me that you're still in bed at this time,” Nate said.
“Nope, on the contrary, I'm up and about,” he replied cheerfully into the phone. “What’s up?”
“It looks like there is a change of plan today,” Nate said into the phone. “The chief gave me a call earlier and he says that something has come up for me and you. He would like us to report to the base for a briefing, ASAP.”
Chris frowned. He and Nate were an assault team, but they were on a month long break. If the chief had called them out this early, and on a Sunday, then it had to be something really serious.
“Any idea what it might be?” he asked.
“Dunno, I guess we will find out when we get there. Would you like me to pass by and pick you up on my way, that is unless you have some naked woman in your bed?” Nate said.
“I'm alone, Nate, pick me up in ten,” he said, feeling slightly annoyed more at himself than at Nate. “See you then.”
He loved the feel of the hot water against his back as he stood in the shower. He rinsed off all the sweat and the feminine scent the blonde might have left on his body. He felt good as the soap rubbed though his body, almost as if he was washing away his nightmares too, feeling cleaner both in and out. When he was done, he made his way out of the house to go and wait for Nate. It was not long before he saw a silver truck rounding the corner and beginning to make its way towards him. As it came to a stop, he went around to the passenger side and slid into the seat next to Nate. On the console, there were two cups of espresso.
“You didn’t have to,” he said, tasting the coffee. “Exactly how I like it with one cream and one sugar.”
“Well, you can say that I hardly ever forget the little details,” Nate said as he put the truck into motion.
“So, you sure that you have no idea what the chief has in plan for us?” he said as they headed for the highway.
“Nope, but we are going to find out soon enough.”
They soon arrived at the base and immediately made their way to the chief’s office. Chief Special Agent Alan Moore was seated behind his office as they walked in.
“Shut the door and please be seated,” he waved them as they eagerly made their way to the chairs and seated themselves. “I'm sure that you have all heard of Al Jamal, and I'm sure that you are all aware that he is in detention, awaiting trial in a week.”
Everyone had heard of Al Jamal and just the mere mention of his name made Chris' blood recoil, his fists forming into little balls. He had been following the story of the Syrian terrorist carefully who had been captured while trying to enter the country from Mexico. The part that shocked the whole nation is that he had been planning to carry out a terror attack in Washington. The DEA had picked him up in what was a surprise drug bust just a few days before the terror act was to be performed. Chris had never imagined that he and Nate would ever be involved with the case, and that is why all this was intriguing to him. He felt as if his past was coming back to his present. He was aware of the way that both the commander and Chris were looking at him, and he forced himself to relax, unclenching his fists.
“You both must be aware that this man poses a very big threat, and especially due to all the supporters and sympathizers he has out here, and we will there for need some reinforcement. That is where we are going to need you two to come in,” the commander continued.
“Us, isn't there any other ops team that could have gotten the job done?” Chris asked, glad that his voice was composed unlike what he was feeling inside.
“There will be other teams, but each of them will have their own duties,” the commander said as his gaze cut across Chris.
The commander then delved into the bio of the terrorist. He was trained in Somalia before he moved to various parts of the world, making new cells and initiating terror attacks. Al Jamal was one of the most feared and wanted terrorists in the world. Now that he had been caught, everything had to be done to ensure that his trial and execution went successfully.
“So, what is our assignment?” Chris said to their commander.
“We have a key witness in the witness protection program and we are afraid that some terrorist sympathizers are going to try and take her life. She is the only remaining witness and we cannot afford to lose her. That is why I'm going to need both of you to go over and watch her, starting this evening,” the commander said.
“But I thought that such witnesses have a lot of security around them,” Chris thought out loud.
“Yes they do, but unfortunately in the past couple of months we have been infiltrated and compromised. That is why I need some of my most trusted men on the ground and in this case, you are the most experienced to handle such situations,” he said to them, looking from one to the other.
“And just asking, who could the witness be?” Chris asked the commander, curiosity filling him.
“That is a very good question, because it is someone that you might have ran into when you were in Angola. Her name is Genine Hart,” the commander said to him as he looked up at the commander.
They were painful memories that he would have preferred to remain buried. Genine had been an undercover agent working for the CIA in Angola. Her husband had been a very close friend of his and they had worked together in a special mission in Africa. Genine had infiltrated the heart of a terror cell in Angola at the time, when her life was suddenly put at risk. It had been up to him and his then partner and her husband, Ethan Hart to get her out of there to safety. It had been one of the most intense fighting seasons of his life, but as they had managed to get Genine out of there, Al Jamal's men had killed Ethan. Chris had been held for days on end but had somehow managed to escape, taking Genine with him before they were both beheaded. Those were some of the horrors that came into his sleep every night, the nightmares.
Chris had always found Genine to be a very attractive woman, and even before she got married to Ethan, he was the one that had not been brave enough to propose to her. After she had gotten married, he had respected her decision and done his best to stay away from her. Now, however, she was widowed and he was not sure how meeting her again after two years was going to be. She had probably forgotten about him after he had last seen her at Ethan's burial, before she was taken into protective custody. She held key evidence that could make Al Jamal face life or even death, and that is why she was a very key witness in the trial.
*****
“Genine, there is a guest that you might want to see after quite a while,” one of the security guys at the safety house said to her as he opened the door and stepped into the living room.
She turned to look at the entrance, wondering who the guest was, since she had not been permitted any visitors, until not until the trial was over. Her eyes widened when she saw Chris Darling and another man walking into the house. He looked just the same as he had always, handsome, hazel eyes that looked into hers the very way that they always had. It had been a while since she had seen him last, and she could still remember the look on his face as her security agents took her away, bringing her to the safe house. Genine had always had this really mad crush on him and as she looked at him now, she realized that things were no different than before.
“Chris,” she said, getting up and running towards him to give him a hug. “I can't believe that I'm actually seeing you again.”
“Me neither, Genine. I never thought that I would be put on your case again,” he said, kissing her on both cheeks before pulling away from her to introduce the other man. “This here is Nate Parker. He and I are both here to take specialized care of you since it is feared that someone might strike here.”
“What about all those security guys outside,” she asked.
“There might be a snitch among them and we can't risk losing you,” Nate said as he shook her hand firmly.
Nate was not as handsome as Chris but handsome enough to make shoulders turn. These were probably the first handsome men that she
had met in a year and she couldn’t explain just how excited she was even though they were just here to protect her. She felt even safer with Chris being around, and especially since he was the one that had helped her to escape from the camp in Angola despite all the danger that they had faced.
Genine did not like remembering the events that led to her husband’s death, even though she had undergone therapy to help her get through all the trauma that she had gone through. She hoped that once this was over, she would be able to get back to work, although she knew that she would not be given such a risky job again, and yet she thrived on danger.
“I knew that Al Jamal would have his people looking for me to kill me before the trial, and seeing you guys here to help protect me means so much to me,” she said to the men as they walked into the house. “I don’t know whether to tell you to have a seat and feel at home, because this does not feel like home to me at all.”
“I thought that you thrived on danger,” Chris said as he settled on the couch next to her, while Nate sat on the opposite seat.
“I did, but that is when I'm not in this case where I feel as if I'm in some sort of captivity,” she said to Chris, being so close to him after all this time actually seeming to stir something inside her, something that she had not felt in a long time.
“I guess that I can understand where you're coming from with that because I would feel the same way too,” Nate said, and she realized what a fine pair of teeth he had, along with the sexy dimples that formed on his cheeks whenever he smiled.
“I'm glad to hear that. I hope that you two knew just how happy I am to have you here with me. The other security men only ever talk to me when it is a must. The only other person that I get to talk to every now and then is the delivery guy, who brings in supplies once a week, every Wednesday,” she said, referring to the eighteen-year-old delivery boy, a friendly flirt that she would have let to take care of her insane lust if it was not for the always watching guards.
The past year had felt like her whole life. Each day had felt as if it would never end and that was because she was not allowed to leave the compound for whatever reasons. She knew that it was for her own good, but staying confined to a compound for such a long time had the ability to make one feeling like they were losing their mind. During the first month, a female counselor had kept her company most of the mornings, during the therapy session, but after that it looked like she was on her own. At times she felt as if the security guys guarding her had been told not to talk to her, and she understood because she knew that she might tell them too much about what she knew.
“So, what do you do around here, sit around doing nothing? It must be pretty hard for a woman like you, because from what I remember, you were always in the middle of the action,” Chris said taking a hold of her hand and squeezing it.
Just the contact of their hands sent a zing through her body right to the very core in between her thighs. She felt a surging heat spreading through her, her whole body aroused in ways that she had never felt before. She knew that it was because she had gone for quite a while without sex and the effects were finally catching up with her.
“You can't believe how bad it is around here. At times I feel as if I'm going to go crazy,” she said, standing up and praying that none of the men had sensed just how needy she was, although she would have gladly stripped both of them and fucked them right there. She paced around the living room. “Apart from the television, there really isn't much to do around here. The compound is pretty big and I can go do things like cycling, but they become a bore after some time. Most of the time I just lay by the pool and enjoy the sun.”
“Don’t you worry, it is only a week to the trial, and after that your life will get back to normal,” she could feel his gaze on her butt as she walked around the room, and Chris did not make her feel any better.
“I guess you're right, and besides, at least now I have you two here to keep me company, you should have come here sooner,” she said, coming to a stop at the window and looking out into the dark of the night, a moonlight shining in the distance.
*****
Chris knew that they had to be on high alert especially if there was a snitch among one of their agents. He knew that if Al Jamal's men were to strike, it would be any time soon. He and Nate had been here for almost 24 hours and the sexual tension in the house was rife. From the way that Genine stole looks at him and Nate, it was clear what was going on in her mind. She also wore a very sexy outfit, a tight fitting short dress that left most of her legs exposed and also showed off her alluring figure. It was hard not to imagine her supple body pressed tightly against his as her tightness enveloped him, giving him pleasure that he has only ever dreamt of.
“The broad looks like she has been cooped up in here for way too long, don’t you think,” Nate said as he sauntered into the kitchen, where Chris was busying himself making some dinner. While you must be suffering, knowing how your current lifestyle is, a different pussy every night.”
“If you had been though half the things that I have, you would have understood why I do that, and don’t you forget that I also lost a fiancée to a bombing while we were asleep,” he said to Nate.
“I'm sorry, I was just joking, of course I understand what you’ve been through,” Nate said, patting him on the back. “I know that you were really hurt when you lost Lisa, and that is probably the main reason why you act like this, but maybe it is time that you sought some sort of help and got over it. I can't imagine what it must have been like for Genine, losing her husband to a hail of bullets and then ending up here.”
Chris thought about it, and he couldn’t agree better. What he probably needed was to seek professional help, although he had the feeling that the help that he needed could be given to him from Genine. Since he had arrived, he had felt his emotions surging through him, and he had to act to prevent himself from showing so obviously that he still had that mad crash on Genine.
“And there is something else, I know that you’ve always wanted Genine for a long time. Why don’t you wait until the trial is finished because now she is a widow and everyone would understand,” Nate said as Chris turned to look at him as if he had lost his mind.
“Where do you get all of these wild ideas from?” he asked incredulously.
“Oh no, don’t tell me that you are going to deny it, and besides, haven’t you even seen the way that she looks for you, the chick simply seems to get wet just looking at you,” Nate said.
“Is that right, because that is the very same look that she gives you whenever she looks at you. I think that she is just horny and needs someone to take care of her needs. After all, who knows when the last time that she had sex was,” he said to his friend defiantly as the other soldier looks at him.
Nate seemed to think over what Chris had just told him, and Chris was sure that he saw Nate's dick shifting around in his pants slightly. He wondered what was going on in the soldiers’ mind but Nate was quick to tell him what was on his mind.
“You wanna know what I'm thinking,” Nate said, looking around to see that Genine was nowhere around and probably listening to their conversation. “I think that we should give her what she wants without any reservations. She must be feeling pretty horny after all this time and I'm sure that she wants as much of it as possible.”
The words caught Chris by surprise, since although he had been having dirty thoughts of him and Genine, he had not thought of it in terms of a threesome, sharing her with anyone. He really did not know what to think about it, although he had to admit that it did excite him a little, although he would have preferred to keep her for himself.
“I think what we should do right now is to watch out for her. Once the trial is over, then we can talk about giving her a combination of love knobs,” he said, looking away from Nate at the spicy chicken curry that was stewing in the pot.
“Maybe you're right, we wouldn’t want to get caught pants down, that would be horrific,” Nate said. “But don’t thin
k that I'm going to leave her to you alone once this is over. We will help her get her body back to normal together.”
Nate punched Chris in the back just as they heard Genine walking into the kitchen.
“Hmm, something here smells good. What are you guys talking about?” Genine said, walking up to stand beside Chris, taking the ladle from him.
“Nothing really, what took you so long upstairs?” he said, turning to look at her as his eyes widened with surprise.
She was standing next to him, but that was not the thing that surprised him most. She looked like she had just come from taking a shower and was dressed in a silk robe, short and transparent. He could see her breasts through the fabric and as his eyes moved lower, he saw that she was not wearing any underwear, a triangular patch of dark hair visible at her crotch. Chris felt his dick immediately starting to get hard when she began stirring the ladle, making the front of the robe to fall open unexpectedly. She let go of the ladle, her hands shooting to her robe and pulling it around herself again.
“I'm really sorry about that, I did not expect it to happen,” she said apologetically, but the damage had already been done and his manhood was rock hard in his pants. He felt her eyes moving over his body and growing wide when they came to rest on the huge bulge in his pants. “Hmm, looks like there is a growth in your pants, Chris.”
He was still standing there in shock as she brushed her hand over his erection, making him tremble with lust. She turned to look at Nate, his eyes following hers to his crotch only to find that he, too, had a massive erection in his pants.
*****
“Oh my God, you both have growths in your pants, can someone please tell me what is going on?” she said to them, glad that her plan was falling into motion to seduce both men. “I think that you two are being very naughty soldiers if you were to ask me.”
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