Nico ran his hands up the back of Mac’s powerful muscled body. Clothed in the stupid black fatigues they were both forced to wear, he couldn’t get at any of Mac’s creamy freckled skin and Mac had nice skin. When he’d had Mac naked and in his bed, Nico had watched him sleep, admiring the cut of his muscles and tracing the patterns his freckles made on his body. He had beautiful lines, perfectly muscled but not overly so. He’d seen some guys in the gym that looked overly muscled like those bodybuilder types they always showed in competitions. Mac’s body wasn’t like that. He was built just perfectly all over and the way his back felt even through the fatigues, was giving Nico a hard on.
Their tongues tangled and danced. Nico absently wondered where Mac had learned to kiss like this. He tasted so damned good and when he lifted his hands and cradled Nico’s face, pressing his hard erection into the middle of Nico’s belly, Nico groaned. He couldn’t help but tighten his arms around Mac’s larger body. He wanted the man desperately. Mac must have been thinking the same thing because he ended the kiss, pulling away but leaving only a few inches between their faces as he panted lightly.
“I want you, Nico. I’ve been thinking about you all day.”
“Me too,” Nico admitted, smiling into Mac’s face. When Mac’s lips quirked and he stepped back, removing his warmth, Nico felt his world tilt just a little. He missed the heat of his body and his mouth in only a few seconds. He had to tell Mac what he and the Israeli had worked out but now wasn’t the time. If he told him now, Mac might focus on that instead of getting naked the way Nico needed him. They had time. It was only a little after eleven o’clock and he wasn’t scheduled to meet Adael until after he returned to Stryker-Dunn after meeting with Evans at midnight. Plenty of time. They had plenty of time for that.
Mac took his hand and turned, walking toward the messy bunk where Nico had stretched out to think after his long day combing through Archer’s computer, trying to pretend to be Josiah Flynn. Undercover work was exhausting because he had to always be on his guard to stay in character. When he was a cop he’d found it challenging and it had been a long time since he’d been tapped to go undercover. Besides, even in the NYPD, he’d never had to spend the night locked in a fortress filled with criminal mercenaries who’d be happy to kill him on the say so of his boss. It was tiring work so being afforded the opportunity to wind down with a naked Mac McCallahan, was a treat.
They got to the edge of the mattress and Mac turned. His smile was sexy as hell and Nico felt butterflies in his stomach. As Mac began undoing the buttons on his fatigues, Nico stopped and just stared at him. Ever since meeting Mac, he’d wanted him, and here he was, once again, about to get naked with Mac about whom he’d fantasized for months. Mac smirked.
“Get out of those pants, Devecchio. You don’t have a second change and I know you don’t want those ripped off of you.” He separated the shirt he wore, revealing the slightly furred red fuzz on his chest. His nipples were small and pink in contrast to the heavy dick and balls underneath his bulging zipper.
Nico shook himself out of his reverie and began undoing the buttons at his waistband but left his gaze on Mac. Watching him was a whole lot of fun. He quickly shed his clothes, stooping to remove his socks and boots the way Mac had. When he was nude, he stepped forward, reaching for his lover. Mac’s cock was hard, too large to stand up even when he was erect, but as they came together for another hot kiss, it brushed against his own painfully hard dick. Mac kissed him like his life depended on his, slipping both arms around Nico’s waist to pull his smaller body up against his much larger one. He grabbed Nico’s ass, bringing their groins together and thrust into him, groaning into his mouth as he kissed him passionately.
Nico had never been manhandled by a guy before. He was several inches over six feet tall and weighed close to two hundred pounds but Mac easily outweighed him and towered over him. The disparity in their heights was sexy as hell to Nico. He’d never been with a guy who could throw him over his shoulder like a caveman if he wanted to. It was sexy as hell. Mac groaned into his mouth and Nico realized he was sinking back on the bed, taking him along with. Nico stretched out over Mac, loving the top position as Mac grabbed his ass, pulling him down hard against his massive erection. A few slides up and down Mac’s body and Nico realized Mac was leaking, easing the way. He stopped kissing Mac, as reality suddenly hit him. He pulled away to look down into Mac’s face.
“Did you bring lube? I want you inside but…” He sounded desperate but didn’t care.
Mac’s frown was explanation enough and when he let go of one of Nico’s ass cheeks to rub over his eyes, he groaned.
“Fuck. I didn’t even think about it.” Mac’s words came out like a growl and Nico could feel the frustration boil up from inside him. He already knew this was going to have to go differently. Neither one of them was prepared to penetrate the other without lube. The only thing slippery in his shaving kit was toothpaste and that wasn’t happening. The bar soap Stryker-Dunn provided in the bathroom wasn’t happening either. He hated the sting of that shit. It only took ten seconds to rule that out. He wondered if he could generate enough spit. Probably not.
“I guess we settle for blowjobs,” he said, trying to be encouraging. “What do you think?” He reached down and tried to circle Mac’s thick cock. He couldn’t even get his hand around the girth. Fuck he’s gorgeous.
Mac grinned, staring at Nico’s mouth for a few seconds as Nico felt him reach in between them. When Mac’s hand closed on his own cock, his reaction was to groan again. Jesus, the man knew how to drive him insane.
“Wouldn’t be settling, Devecchio. I’m dying to have you shoot down my throat. Just thinking about you spurting on my tongue has me tied up in knots.” He patted Nico’s ass. “Bring your cock up here and sit on my face, baby.”
Son of a bitch.
Nico felt his cock throb but he let go of Mac’s dick and did as he was told, sitting up and straddling Mac’s body. He put both hands on the bed on either side of Mac and crawled up until he’d positioned himself at the big man’s shoulders. Mac grabbed his ass cheeks again and opened his mouth, looking up at Nico as he touched his dick with the tip of his tongue. When Mac encouraged him by sucking the head of his cock inside, Nico’s breath came out in a whoosh. Mac’s tongue slid around his foreskin, trying to get underneath it to the sensitive skin beneath. Nico gasped and lowered his head, closing his eyes, and pushing down into Mac’s eager mouth until half his uncut cock was buried inside the warm wet heat. Mac ran his tongue up the length of him, encouraging deeper penetration as he put his head back. Nico wondered if he would be able to take the entire length of him. Nico wasn’t a small man but he figured if anyone could do it, the sexy Green Beret could.
“Oh, God, Mac!” Nico gasped the words as Mac sucked hard, taking him deeper and deeper, forcing his hips forward with two massive hands planted on his ass. Nico gasped again as the sensitive head of his cock bumped the back of Mac’s throat. How he could do that without gagging like hell mystified Nico. He realized with some jealousy that Mac had obviously been a champion cocksucker for a long time. Nico didn’t care. He was reaping the benefits. He had to move. His cock needed more friction. Mac reached up and grabbed his balls, rolling them almost painfully and Nico gasped, pulling out and then thrusting back inside. Mac hummed appreciatively when Nico did it again. Just being inside this man any way he could was hot as hell.
One of Mac’s hands disappeared from Nico’s ass as he fucked his mouth in earnest. When he felt movement in Mac’s body behind him, he realized that Mac had moved the hand to himself. He was jacking his own cock behind Nico’s back and just the thought of watching him bring himself off was almost too much to handle. He glanced down at Mac who was watching him closely. His lips were stretched around Nico’s cock as it plunged in and out of Mac’s mouth. Fuck that felt so damned good. The look in Mac’s eyes was hot as hell as lust stole over his features.
Mac jacked himself harder and Nico twisted to ge
t a glimpse of what the man was doing to himself. Mac groaned loudly, jacking himself faster than ever before. Nico almost came right then and there. When Mac suddenly sucked harder, Nico turned to look over his shoulder and catch a glimpse of Mac’s face. His cheeks hollowed out as Nico pulled back. It was so fucking sexy, he almost lost it then and there. He didn’t know how many more seconds he was going to last because just knowing that Mac would be coming right along with him had Nico ready to scream. He moved faster, plunging inside, pulling out, fucking Mac’s face as he chased his climax. He met Mac’s gaze. The lust in his eyes as he nodded to Nico sent him over the top and he spurted onto Mac’s tongue, convulsing in orgasm, pouring all he had to give into Mac’s mouth.
Mac groaned loudly, swallowing around Nico’s dick as his back was suddenly hit with jets of hot come. It sprayed against Nico’s lower back and Mac moaned around his own spurting orgasm. The hot wet heat of Mac’s come showering his back and sliding down into his ass crack was overwhelming. He emptied himself into Mac’s throat as the man swallowed and swallowed again. Mac slid one finger in between his ass cheeks, taking his hot come along with it but being careful not to penetrate him. Though they both got tested for work, they hadn’t discussed going without condoms. If they lived through this assignment, it was a discussion Nico planned on having with Mac at the earliest possible moment. His touch was still so sexy, Nico groaned and cried out.
“Ohh…, fuck!” Nico gasped as his cock was milked dry by Mac’s mouth. What the fuck? He hung his head, panting as he came down from the most intense orgasm of his life. Mac groaned one last time and then finally let up on the suction he was giving him. As he slid free of Mac’s incredible hot mouth, he met his gaze. Mac smiled with puffy lips as Nico felt his finger slide out of his crack. He gripped Nico’s ass cheeks again and Nico shifted, moving back down Mac’s body where he could lie on top of him face to face. Mac reached up and cupped his cheeks staring up into his eyes.
“You’re fucking delicious, Devecchio. Anyone ever tell you that, baby?” Mac smiled at him as Nico shook his head and leaned down to kiss him. Their lips met in a sensual kiss that lasted much too long. Nico could taste himself on Mac’s lips and it was a fucking turn-on. He wanted to suck Mac off but he had things to tell him… things Mac wouldn’t like. He steeled himself and finally pulled away, looking down at him.
“Come on, baby. Let’s clean up. I have some things to tell you that you’re not going to like.”
Mac frowned. “Shit.”
Chapter Fourteen
Nearing midnight, Jarrett pulled up to a large warehouse in the Koreatown area of downtown Los Angeles, not far from the Stryker-Dunn building, close to MacArthur Park. The two-story warehouse looked empty from the outside but for a single light streaming out of one window in an office on the ground level. There was a door leading to the office so Jarrett turned off the borrowed FBI SUV’s engine and got out of the car.
“I’m here,” he said into the com. “There’s a single light on in an office on the south side of the building. I’m going to check the door and see if it’s unlocked.”
“Be cautious, Jarrett,” his husband said into the earwig.
“Copy that.” Jarrett knew the rest of the team was listening. The military-grade earwig he wore was sensitive enough that it could pick up his conversation with Adael as long as he was standing close enough to him. They would all be listening to what the operative had to say to him. That included Mac Mac Mac and Devecchio who’d been looped into what had gone down in Susanville that afternoon. The two men had both been mad as hornets when Snow and Galvez had reactivated their coms after hours of radio silence. They’d been shocked—to say the least—hearing what had happened at the prison and how close Sarah and Dev had come to not making it out alive. Mac had been especially pissed that he’d been standing guard over an asshole all day while his friends were in peril. They had laughed when told about Jarrett and Thayne’s flight up north in a Black Hawk, however. Jarrett had to smile. Watching the looks on those prisoners’ faces as they got their first glimpse of that powerful aircraft had been all kinds of awesome though.
Fortunately, Robert Rios had made it through the melee with only a flesh wound to his side. His ribs would heal and after being threatened with being kept in “the hole” until he was prosecuted for taking two federal agents hostage, he’d agreed to cooperate. He’d no doubt be found guilty in the death of those guards and staying in the hole until his execution date rolled around, hadn’t appealed to him.
He’d agreed to cooperate by giving them a list of everyone he knew of who was not officially on the payroll at Stryker-Dunn. From what he told them, the company hired kill squads whose sole purpose was to assassinate American politicians and other citizens they had been paid to kill. The murder for hire would be hard to prove, but it was just one more reason the information kept on the Minnow disks was important. Archer’s notes would no doubt back up the company’s actions. Stryker-Dunn was dirty from the inside out just as they’d guessed, and Rios’s cooperation, it turned out, was more critical than ever.
Prison officials had determined that the lawyer of another prisoner had smuggled in a set of keys to his client’s shackles during a visit, prompting the client to stage the jail break. When it was investigated later on, one of the guards inside would most likely turn out to be an accomplice. Guards taking bribes or being victims of blackmail weren’t unheard-of scenarios so it might turn out to be anything.
As it turned out, the jailbreak was completely unrelated to Robert Rios and the women being there at the time had been a mere coincidence. The jail break had turned into the riot they’d all witnessed, nearly taking Sarah and Dev’s lives along with the four guards who’d died. None of those prisoners were coming out of that prison again and they’d probably all end up on death row for what they’d done. Jarrett was just grateful his friends hadn’t died or been hurt worse than they had. Dev had come out of the riot with a small cut on her scalp, a black eye, split lip, cuts on the palms of her hands, and bruising but was otherwise fine. Her nose hadn’t been broken after all. She would heal fully. Sarah had fierce bruising and fingerprints on her throat and complained that her neck hurt when she turned her head. She also confessed that her hands hurt from the self-inflicted cuts. They’d tried to play down their injuries but both women were shaken and it showed.
Jarrett turned his focus back to the warehouse, still wondering what information Adael Dayan could possibly have that would prompt a meeting with him in person. He could have debriefed the entire team on the phone once he left Stryker-Dunn or he could have insisted on a meeting in their office. The Mossad agent was a skilled operative and spy. Since being paired with him on an assassination mission to take out a terrorist in Gaza in 2014, Jarrett had seen him a couple of other times. Dayan had helped them down at the Mexican border when the ATF, FBI, and CIA raided a barn containing a truck packed with fireworks that a militia intended on turning into explosives and using on domestic US targets.
During that mission, Adael had helped Thayne pull Jarrett out of the burning barn just before an F-18 blew the shit out of it. Adael had provided cover fire as they barely escaped with their lives. He’d also kissed Jarrett when he was being tended to in the emergency room. Thayne had walked in just as Adael kissed him and had witnessed the exchange. At the time, Jarrett’s relationship with Thayne had been new and Adael had thrown a monkey wrench into it. It took Jarrett some convincing to restore the trust that he’d only begun to build between him and Thayne. Then, only a year ago, Jarrett and Thayne had learned that the Israeli had been inserted into Mills Lang’s organization undercover. When Mossad brought the FBI and ATF on board, Jarrett had once again been forced to go involve himself in a mission where Adael Dayan played a big part. That time, things had turned out fine but Jarrett wasn’t happy that he’d run into him again, not after Adael had made a blatant play for his affections.
He didn’t like the implications of having to go into the meeting
in Koreatown alone or being summoned there by Adael to meet in person. Thayne hadn’t objected much, but Jarrett knew he was fuming. He’d promised he wasn’t jealous but Jarrett could still feel his husband’s annoyance and the situation bugged him more than he’d wanted to admit. Jarrett was determined to keep the meeting professional, no matter what happened.
Jarrett locked the SUV and headed toward the building after checking that all his weapons were in place. He carried his ATF-issued Glock in one shoulder holster and his own Sig Sauer in the other. In one boot was his backup Remington and on his belt he’d strapped his Marine Corps issued KA-Bar as a precaution. One never knew. He only trusted the Israeli about fifty percent of the time. He had a habit of springing important details on the team when they worked together. If it had been information Adael had obtained and then shared right away, that would have been expected and appreciated, but it always seemed to be stuff that he’d sort of known about for a while and then figured out a way to drop it into a conversation just as shit was about to hit the fan. As much a Jarrett liked giving surprises—like the hearse for example—he hated getting surprised, especially by assholes in the middle of a mission.
When he got within ten yards of the building, the Israeli’s silhouette appeared in the doorway. He was lit from the back so Jarrett couldn’t see the expression on his face but he instantly recognized him. Adael Dayan was a stunning man. He was around thirty or so and had a head full of unruly chocolate-brown curls and a smokin’ hot body. He was as tall as Jarrett and his face could have graced the cover of any men’s fashion magazine in the world. He also knew how to fuck. His melodic accent used to give Jarrett a hard-on. These days it just made him want to punch him in the mouth.
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