by Tia Louise
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Save Me
Sex, Vows, & Babies
Tia Louise
Contents
Foreword
Save Me
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Epilogue
Your opinion counts!
More Sex, Vows, & Babies
More from Tia
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Foreword
Dear Readers,
Welcome to the “Sex, Vows & Babies” Kindle World! In this combination of my “Sex & Vows” and “Yeah, Baby” series, we’ll bring you new books by some truly amazing authors.
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Save Me
by Tia Louise
Jessa Steele shoots to kill.
She does not fall in love.
She does not get captured.
Mason “Mace” Moscaretti can retrieve the worst of the worst. No capo or drug lord is too clever to escape him.
When he meets Jessa embedded deep with a Colombian target, he’s determined to capture her heart and walk away from active duty.
And he does.
Six years later, Jessa and Mace are happily married, burning up the bedroom, and ready to start making babies when a job arises Jessa can’t resist. What she doesn’t know is this client won’t stop until they’re both dead.
SAVE ME is a white-hot panty-melter set in the “Sex, Vows, and Babies” Kindle World. Prepare for frequent panty changes, frantic clicking, and rapid breathing until the end. For mature readers only.
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1
Jessa
The metal bar cuts into my sternum. I’m lying flat on my stomach across a network of steel twenty feet above the concrete floor, and my last chance to anchor my safety line is gone.
Our mark and his men slowly fill the open, warehouse. Every move is a potential echo, and these guys are edgier than sinners in church. Lifting the rifle, I slowly exhale through the pain of the sharp beam against my skin. A bead of sweat trickles from behind my ear down my neck, and my heart hammers in my chest.
Just get this shot off, Jessa. Half the battle is in the mind. Mind over matter. Mind over pain. Mind over balance. With slow, deliberate motions, I adjust the position of my M14 rifle. The movement causes a wobble to the left. Ice shoots through my veins. A fall from this height will be fatal.
The low voices of the men grow louder, and I quickly push the fear out of my brain to focus. This isn’t my first rodeo. Closing one eye, I take aim on the leader, but a fight breaks out. Two of the men are shoving each other against boxes of paper.
Looking up, my eyes flicker across the metal network just below the ceiling. Mace is at the far side of the warehouse holding a UMP-45. The sound suppressor adds six inches to the tip of his submachine gun, making it just visible from my location. He’s watching me. Our eyes meet, and even at this distance, I know he’s worried. He can see I’m in trouble.
I can’t stay in this position much longer. I’ve got to get this shot off, take out as many of them by surprise as possible, and hope I can catch myself when I fall. The scope is at my eye, and my finger is gently squeezing the trigger. The Barracuda is in my sight…
TICK! TICK! TICK!
With the silencer on, the blasts of my gun sound more like an air rifle, but the effect is far bloodier.
“What the FUCK!” One of his capos dashes forward just as their leader falls.
Turning the gun, I continue firing as my body wobbles violently on the beam. Another goes down… another… it’s not enough. They’ve spotted me, and now the return fire has begun. Sparks fly around me as the bullets ricochet off the metal girders.
My gun falls from my hands as I lose my balance. “NO!” I scream involuntarily as my body slips off my perch.
Twisting my torso, I flail my arms around, stretching and reaching for the metal rod on which I was just lying. My fingernails scratch on the surface just as it slips out of my grasp…
White fills my vision. I’m going down. It all happens so fast, but just like every cliché I’ve ever heard, my life flashes before my eyes. I remember being eighteen and seeing my grandmother killed in the crossfire of a drug war. I remember my tears and vowing to dedicate my life to hunting down the men responsible for her death.
I see myself at the academy, a green young recruit. I see myself meeting Evie—codename Scarlett—and how she was just as green as me those first days. I remember Evie’s marriage to Alex Shaw, and their ability to stay together even after they discovered they were opposing agents. I remember talking to her about it, and her showing me it could be possible to combine my passion for my work and falling in love.
I remember the first moment I saw Mason “Mace” Moscaretti, standing in the rubble of a Colombian drug compound, looking like the sexiest G.I. Joe I’d ever seen.
Tears are in my eyes as I brace for the slam of concrete that will end my life. We never had time to make a baby…
2
Mason
“Keep your eyes on every entrance,” I say to our hired backup in a voice just above a whisper. “After that first shot, they’ll scatter like oil from a drop of water.”
“Roger that, Mace.”
Our team has the perimeter surrounded, and a helicopter lingers just outside the range of hearing. It’s all going down at the warehouse of one of the largest paper distributors outside of Philly. The space is immense, and it echoes like your fucking worst nightmare.
Jessa is on the opposite side of the massive ceiling, and I watch through the blue shadows as she negotiates the crosshatch of metal bars forming the support system of this structure. Leaning back against the w
all, I wait for her to get into position.
On my back is an MP5A2 submachine gun and in my right hand is a UMP-45. I lost the toss, so she gets the kill shot on Barracuda, but I don’t mind. I’m happy to watch her gracefully make her way into position, ass up in that black bodysuit. My mind skips ahead to the other side of this job—analysis and postmortem… in a hot tub at our retreat in the mountains of northern California.
I’m hot in my bulletproof vest, and a bead of sweat makes its way down the line of my chest. We’re both covered in Kevlar, since the moment that first shot is fired, the element of surprise will be gone. They’ll return shots full force, and it’ll be like driving eighty miles per hour on a motorcycle in a hailstorm.
Jessa will draw their attention while I pick them off from my vantage point like fish in a barrel.
A loud slam of metal snaps me to attention. It’s show time. I pull the black mask down over my face. Jessa is in position, but… my brows clutch together. Am I seeing what I think? Her carabiner dangles from her belt. She didn’t attach her safety cable.
My eyes flicker down to the group of men entering the warehouse. We’re out of time. If she does it now, the loud clatch will draw their attention before her kill shot is off. Fuck!
I’m on my feet, both guns on my back, and my own locking hook in my left hand. Arms out, I reach across to balance as I move fast along the two-inch wide metal rods toward her. My heart is in my throat as she lifts the M14 to her eye. She’s balanced on her stomach on a narrow beam, and she’s still going for the shot.
My scalp tightens. I’m well aware the force of the blast could knock her off her perch, and she’ll fall twenty feet to solid concrete below.
“Jessa…” Her name slips from my lips before I can stop it just as the blast flies from her gun.
Shouts echo from below. They’re firing into the air all around her. Bullets hit her vest. Bullets spark off the metal rods. I manage to fire two shots into the crowd and two men fall. Still, the only thing in my eyes is my beautiful wife as she loses the war with gravity.
“NO!” I shout, taking three lunging steps toward her.
Light glances off the steel carabiner in her hand, and she twists hard, throwing her weight in midair, trying to make contact with the metal beam. Her arms and legs flail like a windmill, and…
My breath stills…
She misses.
I push with all my strength, my boot slipping off the skinny crosshatch, and I throw the force of my weight toward her, slamming my safety hook over the metal bar as I pass.
“JESSA!” I shout, reaching for her body.
It happens so fast. The hailstorm of bullets pelts us. The unyielding grey concrete flies toward my face. The warmth of my wife’s body appears in my hands. She’s in my grasp, and I jerk her to my chest just as the safety cable goes taut, breaking our fall and dropping us to the pavement at a far less life-threatening clip.
“Safety first, Mrs. Moscaretti.” My voice is a hoarse growl, and I’m gasping from the force of the drop and the beating we’re taking.
Her green eyes flash into mine, reflecting all the heat and passion and adrenaline I’m feeling, but I don’t have time to kiss the fuck out of her like I’m dying to do. Instead I whip the MP5A2 off my back and into her hands. We’re on our feet, back-to-back, returning fire all around us.
Two men go down. I feel the jerk of bullets hitting Jessa’s Kevlar, and I hear her little grunts of pain. I have to fight my instinct to pull her to me and protect her, but I do turn, forcing her chest to mine as I fire off another round over her shoulder.
It’s the last. Ten men are down on the floor of the warehouse, including the mark we were after thanks to my daredevil wife. The remaining six have fled into the night, where the rest of our team is waiting to stop them.
We’re standing in the blue light, breathing heavily, facing each other. Her arms drop. I toss my gun onto my back before pulling off my mask and pulling her to me.
“I thought that was it.” Her voice is muffled against my chest, and I feel the shudder ripple through her.
We’re both aching and winded, but I’ve got my girl in my arms. “You think I’d stand by and let you fall?” I speak against the side of her head before kissing the shell of her ear, her neck.
She melts into me, but our moment is cut short as the team of professionals assisting us slams into the warehouse. Most of them are members of my old crew before Jessa and I retired and started our own private firm, tracking the leaders of these huge crime rings, infiltrating their networks, and taking them down. It’s rare for us to use backup, but in this case, we knew it was necessary.
We step over to where the Barracuda lies dead on the concrete. He is the lynchpin in a ring of human trafficking we’ve spent eighteen months tracking. Now he’s dead, and his men are dead or scattered. I take his laptop off the table where he’d placed it right before Jessa fired her shot and signal to the guys as we make our way to the exit.
They can process this scene, and we’ll conference call tomorrow. For now, I want to get my woman home and into a hot tub.
3
Jessa
A champagne flute is in my hand, and I gingerly lean against a warm jet. “Oh this feels so good,” I moan, placing my head against the side of the jacuzzi.
“Don’t get ahead of me,” Mace says, and the low vibration of his voice floods delicious heat between my thighs.
I’ve been an adrenaline junkie since my first assignment in special ops, but only in the last six years have I found the perfect outlet for all that energy after a job. He’s crossing the deck in nothing but a towel, holding a silver bucket and a spare flute.
The floodlights deepen the shadows in the lines of his muscular torso. A smile curls my lips as he climbs the short flight of steps and tosses the towel aside. Our eyes are fixed on each others’. The heat of his gaze makes my clit tingle—along with the site of his thick erection.
“Not banged up too much, I hope,” I say.
We both are stiff from the hammering of bullets against Kevlar, but it’s a bruising we’ve learned to manage. His additional injuries are from saving my ass before I hit the concrete floor.
“You scared the shit out of me tonight.” He’s in the water and crossing to where I sit. “You violated one of the basic rules of climbing.”
“Always tie off, I know,” I sigh as he pulls me into a straddle across his lap.
Large hands trace down my back to cup my butt, scooting me closer to where I can feel his erection pressing against my stomach.
“How often do you tie off?” His warm lips trace the line of my jaw, and the scruff of his beard scratches my skin.
“Always,” I say again, but my voice is breathless.
One of those large hands cupping my ass has moved between my legs, and his fingers are now alternating between massaging my clit while dipping into my core.
“Ooh,” I moan, and I’m rocking, riding the movement of his hands.
The adrenaline in my bloodstream has my orgasm already spiking, and my eyes are squeezed shut as my thighs tighten over his, pushing me against the movements of his fingers. Dropping my hand into the water, I fumble for his cock, long and thick and hard as steel. I wrap my fingers around it and tug, sliding my thumb over the tip as a low groan rumbles from his chest.
“Fuck me, Jessa,” he rasps, and I grip his neck, rising so I can move myself into position over the head, letting go with a drop that engulfs him deep in my clenching insides.
“Oh, fuck,” he shouts, and now both hands are on my face, holding my head while he devours my mouth.
I’m riding him, whimpering and chasing his kisses as I buck my hips. He’s thrusting up, driving deep, and the water splashes all around us. His thumbs are on my cheeks, and he tilts my face. He kisses me firmly, expertly, as if he were a starving man, and I were his first meal. My moans are lost in his mouth, and I grip his strong wrists. I’m holding onto him like an anchor as I massage my clit against
his rock-hard cock and pelvis. It doesn’t take much. Pleasure snakes up my legs, starting at the arches of my feet and centering all its energy in my core. I’m desperate and grasping, right on the razors edge, when with a last buck of my hips, I explode.
“Oh, god… Yes!” My head drops back, and I’m crying out to the night sky. I’m shooting through the stars, and he releases my face, grabbing and grinding me against his pelvis. Strong hands hold me as he works out his own orgasm, pulling me firm as he thrusts deep and breaks with another shout.
“Jessa,” he coughs, leaning his forehead against my neck as strong arms encircle my waist.
I feel his dick throbbing, filling me with his cum, and the thought I had tonight when I thought my life was over resurfaces through my post-orgasmic bliss. I love this man. I want to have his baby.
“Shit, that’s so good,” he says roughly, pressing a hot kiss against the base of my neck.
He sucks the delicate skin between his teeth, and another little spasm clenches my pussy. It makes me moan and him murmur an oath. He lifts his chin and grasps the back of my neck, guiding my mouth to his for another consuming kiss.
“You’re always multi-orgasmic after a job.” The smile in his voice makes me smile. “Give me a minute, and we’ll go again.”
Resting my elbows on his shoulders, I don’t even try to argue. It’s the truth, but I know he took more of a beating tonight than I did.
“You saved my life,” I say, looking deep into his gorgeous, navy blue eyes.
I thread my fingers into his thick hair and let my eyes travel over his dark brow, down his perfectly straight nose, to those luscious lips now curved into a smile.
