His Angel: Trident Security Book 2

by Cole, Samantha

  He snorted and took another sip from his cup. "Macho and hunky, huh? Yeah, well that's the thing about being gay, it doesn't discriminate. We come in all shapes and sizes." She opened her mouth to ask him something but changed her mind and glanced down at her sketch. "Go ahead and ask your question, sweetheart. I'm not ashamed of who I am."

  Glancing back up at him, she shrugged her right shoulder. "I didn't think you were since you came right out and told me, and you're not embarrassed about it, which you shouldn't be. I just can't help but think about how you can work with Ian and the rest of them without being attracted to any of them. I mean, you're all good-looking men."

  Jake nodded his head in understanding and didn't seem put-off about her question. "I'll admit, I fought a lot of attractions to straight guys throughout my whole career in the Navy–hell, pretty much my whole life–but when it comes to the team, we've been together so long and they've become my brothers. I have no more attraction to any of them then I do to my own blood brother, Mike."

  "When did you realize you were gay?" Her eyes widened at her unintentional bluntness. Her brain-to-mouth filter wasn't working this morning. "Sorry, that's way too personal. Don't answer that."

  "No, it's fine." He tilted his head and held her stare. "I like you, Angie, and I'm not like Brody who makes friends easily wherever he goes, so I hold onto the friends I do have. In the short time I've known you, I'd like to think we've become friends."

  She gave him a shy smile. "I think we've become friends too."

  "Good." He raised his cup of coffee in a silent toast to their new friendship, then drank what little remained. "So, in answer to your question, I guess I've known since puberty, maybe a little earlier. Like most gay people, I struggled with it in the beginning because it was out of the norm from how I was raised, especially since my father was a homophobic jackass."

  Wincing, she asked, "How did he take it when you came out, or haven't you ever told him?"

  "Oh, he found out, somehow, when I was a senior in high school. Beat the ever-living shit out of me too, thinking it would convince me to go straight, as if I had a choice. All my life, up to that point, he'd been living his life vicariously through me. He'd been a mediocre football player in high school, and here was his youngest son, the star quarterback on the football team with a full-ride to Rutgers. After he beat me near unconscious with his belt three months before graduation, I couldn't go to school for almost two weeks. My mother called me in sick with the flu or something, and nursed me back to health. My father wouldn't let her take me to the hospital or even a doctor–God forbid someone found out he'd beaten his son, the faggot."

  He shrugged off the fucked-up memory. "Anyway, after I recovered, I was done with him. I threw my scholarship in his face and enlisted the afternoon I graduated from high school, which also happened to be my eighteenth birthday. If it wasn't for my mom and brother, I would never have seen my father again. As it was, we may have said less than a dozen words to each other for the rest of his life. He died four years ago and the only reason I ever regretted our estrangement was for how much it hurt my mother and brother."

  Despite what he said earlier about them being friends, Jake suddenly seemed shocked by how much he'd told her and he stopped talking. A look of surprise came over his handsome face when she stood with tears in her eyes and pulled on his hand until he was standing also, then hugged the stuffing out of him.

  With only the sounds of nature around them, they held each other for a minute. Angie's heart broke for the teenager he'd been, and how his father had assaulted and disowned him for something which was beyond Jake's control. "Is that how you got the scars on your back?" He pulled away and looked at her with confusion in his eyes, probably trying to remember when she would've seen his bare back. "Ian told me it's why you didn't take your shirt off in the club the night you were Whip Master. You were soaked in sweat but kept it on."

  Letting go of her completely, he nodded. "Yeah, that's why. There's quite a few scars where the belt buckle did some permanent damage. I try not to show them to anyone if it can be avoided."

  Not knowing what else to say, Angie grabbed her pad and carefully ripped Jake's sketch out and handed it to him. "I hope someday I can draw you when you're truly happy and find someone you love to share your life with. You deserve it."

  He gave her a wry smile and kissed her on the cheek. "I don't know if that'll ever happen, sweetheart, but if it does, I hope he's the male version of you–kick-ass and tender, all wrapped up in one beautiful package." He paused and winked at her. "And not afraid of his kinky side."

  The two of them laughed and Angie was about to say something snarky when the front door opened and Brody stuck his head out. "Athos is on the phone."

  All thoughts of what she and Jake had been talking about took a backseat to her best friend's welfare. She was desperate to hear his voice and ran past Brody as he held the door open for her, then he and Jake followed her back inside. Ian was standing in the living room, talking on his cell phone. He looked like he'd just woken up too, and as soon as he saw her, he told Athos he was putting him on speaker. Pushing a button, he held out the phone so she could hear and talk to her friend. "Jimmy? Where are you? Are you okay?"

  "I'm okay, baby. I'm so sorry about this. Having you involved in this was the last thing I ever wanted. I'm on my way to meet you and we'll talk when I get there, okay? Just do what Ian tells you to do and stay safe."

  A little more at ease after hearing his familiar, comforting voice, she looked up at Ian and said into the phone's mic, "I will. You stay safe, yourself, and get your sorry ass here as soon as possible so I can kick it from here to the moon."

  A chuckle came over the line. "That's my girl. I'll see you soon."

  Ian gave Athos the location where Jake and Brody would meet him in Spartanburg, South Carolina, not far from the airport they flew in to. After they were certain they weren't being followed, the three men would return to the safe-house where they would all sit down and figure out how to get Angie out of this mess. After he hung up the phone, Ian sent a text to CC, telling the pilot to fly back to Tampa, pick up Marco, Boomer and Tiny. He'd bring them up to Spartanburg where another SUV would be waiting for them so they could drive to the safe-house. Ian then called his brother and filled him in, making sure all was safe and sound back at the compound.

  Twenty minutes later, Jake and Brody were on their way back to South Carolina. They would reach their destination around the same time as Athos, who'd been taking the back roads since yesterday. In the meantime, Ian and Angie had about three hours to kill. She was staring out the front window looking at the lake when he came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her rear flush against his front. He knew he wasn't out of trouble with her yet but he was pleased to feel her relax into his embrace. Nuzzling his chin to her neck, he placed soft gentle kisses on the skin covering her pulse, loving how a shiver went through her. When she titled her head to give him better access, he began to nibble and lick the tender area. She moaned and reacted by pushing her ass into his groin which made his dick happy and hard. He smiled against her skin when she said in a husky voice, "Just so you know, I'm still mad at you."

  Ian slid a hand up to play with one of her breasts while the other hand slid down and cupped her mound. "I know. But how about we try a little makeup sex, hmm?" The hand at her breast squeezed her lush flesh while his fingers down below began to rub her clit through her clothes. Her hips began to undulate as she reached back with both hands and grabbed hold of his ass, trying to keep him still while she teased his huge erection through his jeans. "Oh shit, Angel. You feel so good. Let me make you forget about everything, just for a little while."

  She gasped when he bit down hard on the spot where her neck and shoulder met. A swipe of his tongue followed as he soothed the sting away. He knew her heart and body wouldn't let her deny him, even if her brain wanted to. She needed what he offered–a brief period where her mind wasn't focused on t
he danger they all faced. "Yeeesssss."

  The single word came out has a hiss as he increased the pressure on her clit and tweaked her nipple through her thin shirt and bra. He spun her around, wrapped his arms below her hips and lifted so she had no choice other than to hook her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. The position put his rigid cock in contact with her mound and she whimpered with need. She kissed him with all the passion and desperation inside her as he carried her into his bedroom, kicking the door shut behind them. After easing her down to the bed, Ian checked his phone to make sure the security system was armed and then put the device on the nightstand. His gun, which had been holstered at the small of his back, went right next to the phone.

  Pulling her up into a sitting position, he yanked off her shirt followed by her sports bra. Her sweats and thong went next and soon his shirt and jeans were added to the growing pile on the floor. Kneeling next to the side of the bed, Ian put his hands under her ass and pulled her to the edge of the mattress. Placing his hand between her breasts, he urged her to lie down until she was flat on her back and then put her legs over his shoulders. The scent of her arousal hit his nose and his mouth watered. To hell with slow and easy. He parted her pussy lips with his thumbs and attacked her sex like a man who'd gone without for years. He licked her slit several times from bottom to top, moaning at the taste of her, and nibbled on both sides of her opening before stiffening his tongue and stabbing it into her. Angie's hips bounced off the bed as she screamed his name, begging for more. Her hands dove into his hair. While one hand held his head to her core, the other pulled on the short strands, making him growl as the sexual beast inside him was unleashed. He flicked her clit with his tongue while he plunged two fingers into her hot wet pussy. Finding and rubbing the magic spot, he sent her flying, her shrill cry filling the room.

  Not waiting for her to recover, Ian stood, flipped her onto her stomach and grabbed the lubricant he'd found in Boomer's room and placed in the nightstand drawer along with the condoms he'd bought. He wouldn't need one of those this time. He'd been prepping her tight little asshole for over two weeks now and he couldn't wait any longer to take her there. With both of their health clearances signed off on, he wanted to fuck her ass with nothing but skin between them. Popping open the lid of the bottle, he poured some lube down her crack while he took two fingers from his other hand and shoved them back into her still quivering pussy. She hadn't been expecting it and the sudden penetration sent another orgasm spiraling through her, her walls squeezing his digits together as he pumped them in and out of her channel. While she was still cumming, he ran his free middle finger up the valley between her ass cheeks and coated it with the silky fluid before easing it into her back hole. She took it without a problem and it wasn't long before he added his index finger to join the other one.

  "Oh God. Yes. Yeeesss. Yeeeeesssss. Oh God!" Her lungs heaved and she pushed her hips backward, trying to get him as far into her body as he could go. "Please, Sir. Don't make me wait. Take me now. Fuck my ass and cum inside me. Pleeeaaasseee!"

  Any other time, Ian would've made her wait and drawn out the sweet torture, reminding her he was in charge and not allowing her to top from the bottom. But now he needed her as much as she needed him. While he made a scissor motion with the two fingers in her ass, stretching her more, he grabbed the bottle of lube again and poured some on his aching shaft. After tossing the recapped bottle aside, he pulled his fingers from her puckered rosette and grabbed her hips, tugging until her feet touched the floor and her torso was bent over the bed. Using one hand to spread her cheeks, he used the other to guide the tip of his cock to where it was begging to be. Slowly, he pushed forward and watched as her body yielded to his invasion.

  "Aaahhhh. More. Oh fuck, Sir, give me more. It burns but feels so good. Don't stop. Oh, please don't stop."

  Her pleading spurred him on and once he was sure he wasn't going to hurt her, he thrust his hips forward until he was buried to the hilt, making her gasp then beg him to do it again. When she tried to get him to move, he growled, holding back the desperate urge to take her like a rutting animal. "Fuck, Angel. You feel like heaven. I'm not going to last long."

  He began to pump his hips at a slow pace, loving the drag of her tight rim along the length of him. Need whipped through him and he couldn't refuse his body's urgent desire to mark her as his in the most primal way possible. He sped up his thrusts until they were both grunting and groaning, reaching for the utmost pinnacle where they would take flight together. A tingling started in Ian's lower spine and spread to his heavy balls, which were slapping against her pussy with every inward thrust. Reaching around her hip, he worked his hand between Angie's body and the bed and found her little pearl. Just before his own release ripped through him, he pinched her clit and sent her tumbling over before him. As the waves of her orgasm hit her, the muscles of her empty vagina and her full ass clenched in unison and she milked the seed from his body.

  Ian wasn't sure how long he stood behind her, his cock still buried deep, while he covered her upper body with his. Most of his weight was placed on his forearms on either side of her shoulders and he kissed her on the head. His heaving lungs sated their desperate need for oxygen and his breathing slowed to a more normal rate. "Are you okay, Angel?"

  "Mmm-hmm."

  He chuckled at her exhausted response. His now flaccid dick slid from her well-used hole and they both groaned at the loss of contact. Pushing off the bed, Ian placed a hand on her buttocks until he was sure he was steady on his feet. Giving her right fleshy globe a squeeze, he told her to stay where she was while he retrieved a wet washcloth to clean her. As he finished wiping away the evidence of their wicked and wild makeup sex, his phone chimed a text, followed by an alert that a vehicle had breached the security sensor on the road leading to the safe-house. Grabbing his phone, he checked the text and saw it was from Carter, advising Ian he'd be pulling into the safe-house driveway in less than five minutes. Fuck! For once, the black-ops spy had shitty timing...and how the hell did he know they were here in the first place?

  Chapter 16

  Reluctantly, Ian took a two minute shower while Angie dozed under the covers he'd tucked around her after picking her up and putting her to bed properly. He wished he could join her in blissful slumber just to wake her in an hour or so and do everything again. Instead he got dressed in his jeans and T-shirt again then left the bedroom in bare feet, shutting the door behind him. He found Carter helping himself to a cup of coffee, a banana and two chocolate chip muffins.

  While his friend stuffed his face for a few minutes, Ian grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and gulped the entire contents down. Sex with Angie always left him parched, not that he was complaining. Tossing the empty bottle in the recycling bin under the sink, he grabbed another one and sat down at the kitchen island next to Carter. "Should I bother to ask how you knew we were here? And don't tell me you're here just for the food, ass-hat."

  The spy showing up 'just for the food' was a long-standing flat joke between him and Ian's team which was usually brought up when they ran into each other on a mission. If the spy said that's why he was there, it meant his operation was classified and he couldn't discuss it with anyone, not even the former SEALs with government clearance, who he considered to be his closest friends. For a man in his deadly business, having six friends he could count on in life and death situations was a lot, and he never took them for granted.

  Carter grinned as he chewed the last bite of his muffins then swallowed. He took a swig of his coffee knowing full well Ian was impatient for an answer. "Nope. This time the food is a bonus and thanks, I was starving. As for why I'm here...I got a message from Athos saying he was in trouble and he couldn't trust anyone in his agency. Said he was heading to Spartanburg, South Carolina and I assumed this was his final destination. Have you heard from him yet?" Without waiting for an answer, he added, "I take it your new girlfriend is in your bedroom catching up on some much needed slee
p."

  Ian rolled his eyes as the other man waggled his eyebrows, à la Groucho Marx. "You can be a real asshole sometimes. You know that, don't you?"

  "Of course. It's what I do best."

  Letting out a snort, Ian shook his head at Carter's matter-of-fact statement. "Yeah, Angie's sleeping. We heard from Athos over an hour ago. Reverend and Egghead went to pick him up. Devon's holding down the fort and CC is on his way to Tampa to bring back Boomer, Polo and Tiny. I figured the big guy might come in handy if I need an extra body to watch over her. Once we get the full update from Athos, we'll decide what to do next."

  Carter nodded, apparently satisfied there was nothing which needed his immediate attention. "Good. Since I have close to two and a half hours before they get back, I'm going to sack out for a bit."

  As the other man got up and placed his now empty cup in the dishwasher and his garbage in the trash, Ian told him, "Take Jenn's room. I'll give Athos the spare room my folks use." His parents didn't visit Maggie Valley often, but when they did, the master suite on the main floor was theirs.

  Without another word, Carter gave him a small salute, grabbed his military green duffel bag from where he’d left it next to the front door and headed upstairs for a quick shower and some shut-eye. Since his friend was now taken care of, Ian returned to his bedroom and locked the door. Stripping his shirt off once again but leaving his jeans on, he climbed into bed, pulled Angie's sleeping form into his arms and closed his eyes.

  * * *

  An hour and a half later, Ian was sitting on the wide porch stairs staring at the lake, while Angie finished drying her hair after their shared shower which took longer than necessary, as usual. He'd gotten a text a short while ago from Jake saying they would be back at the house in about forty minutes or so and Ian was getting antsy. The faster Athos got here, the faster they could figure out how to end the threat against Angie. His cell phone alerted him to another text and Ian checked the screen. Devon was letting him know Marco, Boomer and Tiny were heading out to the small airport to meet CC, and they would be in the air within the hour.