“I’m gonna fucking come if you keep going like that.”
She pumped against him, adding friction and he groaned long and deep. As his body tensed she reared away from him and scrambled over his shaking form.
“Not yet,” she teased.
But she put him out of his misery. She needed this too, and she couldn’t hold back any longer. She aligned her dripping pussy over his cock and slammed down in one smooth stroke. They groaned together, and then she set a punishing rhythm. Her ass slapped his thighs, and he gripped her breasts as they swung back and forth. They were warriors, battling, fighting for their climax. Where it has started with sweet emotions and caresses, now the waged war. He crashed against her and tweaked her nipples while she swirled her hips and made her ass bounce on his cock. When it wasn’t enough she tightened her core like a fist and ground down on his dick.
“Make me come, baby,” she whimpered.
He let go of her breasts and wrapped his big hands around her waist.
“Hold on.”
She squeezed his shoulders and he bucked. He took her breath away. He held her just a bit up in the air and fucked her like a man possess, his thrust hitting harder, and further than it had before. Each tap struck an epicenter of nerves deep inside that illuminated her bloodstream and made her light headed. Her climax crested on the edge, so close she could taste it. Right here, with him, was the only place she ever wanted to be. Emotions bubbled through her and she didn’t know if she could speak the words out loud. Her throat locked and she couldn’t make a single sound, but she tried to convey it with her touch, the way her body wept against his.
“Te quiero,” he whispered. His soft, reverent voice filtered up to her and she looked down. It was there, in his eyes, in the glisten of tears.
He cries when others cannot.
She nodded, understanding and accepting.
“I love you too.”
The world exploded and she rode out the most profound climax in her life, and then fell asleep in her lover’s arms.
Chapter Seventeen
Cry Baby
“Officer on deck!” Heim hollered.
Twelve Navy SEALs jumped to attention, with Heim presenting arms, as General Scaparnelli walked into the briefing room at Special Operations Europe Headquarters in Stuttgart, Germany. Though the SOCEUR handled over fifty-one countries and territories, including Russia, Europe, and Greenland, and not US land, it still belonged to the Department of Defense. The Commander could also receive their evidence and secure them safe passage to the States.
“As you were,” Scaparnelli told them. “I want you to give it to me straight, and without bullshit. Am I understood?”
“Yes sir,” Heim answered.
“Who is responsible for the death of our troops?”
The Army general’s dark eyes met Heim’s squarely. It wasn’t often that the two branches met in this manner, and the tension between them was thick. No one wanted to believe one of their own could be a Bravo Foxtrot—a traitor to their own people, a Blue Falcon.
“Rear Admiral, Upper Half Nathan Mortesson, Commander of the Unites States Naval Special Warfare Command.”
Scaparnelli sucked in a deep breath. “Why?”
“Sir, Mortesson was involved with the illegal exchange of top secret information with rogue nations, terroristic cells, and warlords. He’d earned millions of dollars, traced to foreign bank accounts. When Abd Al Alim bin Abdul hacked into the Domain Name Infrastructure, he stumbled on the secret servers and proxies that Mortesson used. He then began to blackmail Admiral Mortesson for information into maneuvers particular to the War on Terror,” Heim explained.
“And how did you find this?”
“Sir,” Tex began, “after interrogation of Abd in a joint mission with SIS agents Tiffany Cannon and Trace Wellington, we were able to find the threads.”
“And this is conclusive?” the General asked.
Cry Baby nodded. “Yes, sir. We’ve vetted and checked every avenue, and the SIS also went through it. We found five more transactions under their files.”
“I hear that five of you were detained.”
Heim, Hawk, Glitz, Snake, and Welsh stood. “Hooyah, sir.”
“While I hope you enjoyed your accommodations and sleeping on the job, you are hereby reinstated to active duty.”
“Hooyah!”
“Petty Officer First Class Alvarez?”
“Sir,” Cry Baby acknowledged and stood to attention.
“It is your quick action and pursuit of justice that freed your team and assisted you in clearing your names. You are hereby awarded the battlefield promotion to Chief Petty Officer, with all the commendations such is accorded. So is signed by Master Chief Petty Officer of the Navy, on this date.”
Cry Baby stumbled back and sought Heim’s gaze.
“See? Told you guys marrying the MCPON’s daughter comes with benefits. Congratulations, Chief,” Heim said.
“Thank you, sir,” Cry Baby said, and saluted.
“When you return home your ranks will be appointed to you. For now, I have verified the information that SIS alerted me off on your way here, and I forwarded it to the USSCOM as well. In twelve hours, gentleman, you will be on a flight back home.”
*
She didn’t come with him.
He sat back in the private charter plane and curled his fingers into tight fists. The bitter taste of rage coated his tongue, but he tried to calm himself down. Of course, he understood how thing went. She was an SIS agent, and couldn’t stop her life instantly to come with him. Truth be told, if he’d wanted to leave the Navy to be with her, he would have had to come home and do it through the proper channels, after getting closer to his re-up date. Knowing all of it didn’t change a thing. The scent of her perfume clung to his shirt and he wanted to bury his face in the material and inhale her deep.
“You’re starting to turn into a fucking moper, and I hate those,” Welsh fussed at him.
Cry Baby glanced over at the big SEAL and rolled his eyes. “It’s better than having a scrotum for a face.”
Welsh scoffed at him and then dipped his head, pressing his forehead to Cry Baby’s mouth.
“What the hell are you doing?” Cry Baby asked.
“I’m trying to tea bag you, duh.”
Despite his heavy heart, Cry Baby broke out laughing. Leave it to a guy on his team to pull him out of his funk.
“Something is wrong with you, Welsh.”
“Yeah, you won’t lick my scrotum and it’s pissing me off. I swear you’ll like it. I washed today, so no risk of hypertension.”
Glitz leaned across the aisle with a straight face. “That’s a myth by the way. I haven’t gotten high blood-pressure yet.”
Cry Baby and Welsh lost their shit. It took years for Glitz to open up about his homosexuality, and they all wanted him to feel comfortable. That he’d finally started to make jokes made Cry Baby happy.
“And, no, Welsh, I won’t lick your scrotum. Nothing that ugly is coming near me,” Glitz finished.
“You guys are going to get us kicked off the plane,” Snake hollered.
“It’s just SEALs on a private charter plane, and you’re the one yelling,” Cry Baby tossed back.
“Now that he’s a Chief, he wants to be all observant. Look at him trying to get some more rank,” Heim said.
“You know he could run a team now, on his own?” Snake asked.
“You think he’s trying to ditch us and steal the guys away?”
“Are they really talking about me while I’m sitting right here?” Cry Baby asked Welsh.
“Oh, now you want to talk to me and shit. And all I tried to do was get your mind off Tiffany.”
“You just brought my mind back to her, idiot,” Cry Baby told him.
“Yeah, well since you’re an asshole, I don’t give a shit.” Welsh grinned at him and Cry Baby resisted the urge to punch him.
“But, honestly, you’ve got a good one. She sent you o
ff without a single tear. That’s all you can hope for in our line of work. You’ll see her again soon. There’s got to be a ton of shit she has to deal with before coming stateside.”
Logically, Cry Baby knew all of that, but it didn’t make it easier to not have her beside him. They’d been inseparable since the moment he’d met her, and not having her around felt like a gaping hole.
“I’m just hoping I don’t catch the bug you all have,” Welsh said.
“And what bug is that?” Snake asked.
“This love thing. You meet a woman and then you lose you minds. What is it with that? I’m all for a long-term relationship, but I want a slow burn. Something nice and easier that I can know is right. Your guys met a girl and had lobotomies the same day.”
“You’re just jealous, Welsh. No one is dropping panties over that accent of yours anymore, and now you’re wishing you had somebody. Get over it, discount-Gerard Butler.”
“Did you just—” Welsh couldn’t get the words out as glared at Heim.
“Come at me bro.”
Cry Baby joined Hawk, Snake, and Glitz in laughter as Welsh and Heim shadow boxed in the aisle. It was all games, and jokes flew back and forth. Cry Baby had to admit, it did clear his head of thoughts of Tiffany. Not in the sense that he stopped thinking of her, but that his heart wasn’t so heavy. His team reminded him that they’d been through so much together, from kidnappings, rescues, and false imprisonment. There was no one on earth he’d rather serve his country with, or another woman but Tiffany he’d let inside this world.
Eventually, when things had been smoothed over, and she’d worked her way out of her ongoing missions, she’d come back to him. He’d have to old that close. It was odd, with the shoe on the other foot, and he having to wait for his woman to come back from deployment—because that’s how he’d view their time apart. She was out there, fighting for her country, and serving her Queen. When she could step away she would.
Hell, the fact that she even thought about stepping away, when he knew she loved her country and her work as much as he loved his, was astounding. He looked over at the SEALs no the plane. Welsh had disappeared to sit next to Hawk, who’d slumped over to sleep. He twitched, his fists closed tightly, and Welsh sat stone still. He gave Hawk the honor of vigil, whatever Hawk feared in his sleep, he could be comforted knowing that Welsh was beside him. Hawk’s darkness, right now, was his own. His SEAL brothers would be there to help him, when he was ready. Heim and Snake chatted back and forth, and Glitz dozed off. Wolf and his team congregated together and ribbed each other over poker hands.
I’ll be waiting, T.
Chapter Eighteen
Cry Baby
Six Weeks later
He fucking lied.
That’s what he did. When he said he’d be okay and he’d deal with it like a deployment, all of it. One. Big. Fucking. Lie. He missed her, to the point of distraction, and with his team on a mandatory leave while Hawk faced medical review, and So “Big Boss” Ji-sub’s—Glitz’s cousin—onboarding. None of it mattered at all. Cry Baby paced his home, the darkness wrapped around him and moonlight filtered in. A silver cast colored his black comforter slate gray and he glared at it.
“I don’t feel like sleeping.”
He forced himself, for the thousandth time, to not search out his phone and send a message. She’d told him she’d have to go radio silent when she went deep under to clear out her missions, and she wouldn’t get any messages. He’d sent one a day, just so she knew he loved her and thought about her. Small voice messages, his way of keeping them connected. It wasn’t enough. He wanted to know that she was okay, that she still loved him.
God, he’d turned sappy and whiny, and he didn’t even know when it happened.
If he told his team about any of this, they’d be calling him Cry Baby for a whole other reason. He paced back out of his bedroom, too agitated to go to sleep, and too exhausted to do anything else. He passed by his sofa and stopped. A small black box rested on the arm, and he knew he hadn’t put it here. He scanned his home, senses on alert, but he couldn’t sense anything out of the ordinary. So, where’d the box come from? He approached it on silent feet before he lifted it up, and realized it was a mini music player. Confused, he searched out his headphones and plugged it in.
“Day One Without You. I’m in Senegal, around amazing spices and color, people that I am eager to know and understand. The air smells different here, heavy almost, and damp from the afternoon sun. I wish you were here. I love you.”
He swiped a big hand down his face and closed his eyes as he soaked up her voice. It filled him, touched the hollow places she’d left behind when he’d been separated from her.
“Day Two Without You. It’s taken longer than I expected. The rebellion forces I’m tracking have moved, and the access to their financial support seems to be drying up. Their threat, however, can’t be ignored, so I can’t come home just yet. But I will, soon. I promise.”
He scrolled through each voice message, listening to her adventures and frustrations. Like him, she’d made a message for every day they were apart. When he got to Day Thirty his heart kicked up a notch.
“Day Thirty Without You. I’m in the States now. The urge to catch the nearest flight and race to your side is so strong I thought I’d have to bunker down in my hotel room and never move. But I’ve been accepted, and, if things go right, won’t be too far from you. Please wait for me. You’re Vixen.”
“Day Forty Without You. It’s a very long flight from Virginia to California, and I’m so very tired. But they have me meeting up with my contact here. She’s wild, with color stripped hair and crazy leggings, but I love her to pieces already. She’s got a picture of Snake, Goddess—how awesome is that? —and a little boy on her desk. I wonder if you know how close I am now?”
He swallowed. Only one woman fit that description, and would have a picture of Snake on her desk with Kondo, and that would be Jayla, Kondo’s surrogate aunt. Wait, Jayla? Jayla was CIA. His heart pounded.
“Day Forty-one without you. I can’t go see you just yet, had to set up shop. But you should really make some more room in your closet. I can’t fit any of my things in there. Oh, and I tossed out the jackets in the main hall closet, because, hey, I needed a gear room.”
He pounded to the main hall closet and wrenched the door open. He didn’t know what he expected, maybe for her to leap out and strangle him with kisses, or something. Instead he came face to a face with a closet covered in weapons and hanging gear.
Where the hell was I at for this? he wondered.
“Day Forty-two, and I’m with you. Could you turn around now and kiss me?”
He whipped around and she was there, in black jeans and a white tank top. He never fucking heard her, but he didn’t care. He slammed into her and jerked her into his arms. He paused long enough to note her twinkling eyes and then he sealed his lips to hers. God, she tasted of sugar and it went straight to his head. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he ground his pounding cock against her cloth covered pussy. How he’d missed her heat and the taste of her on his lips. The way she clawed at him and screamed his name.
Hell, he missed the way she could throw a mean uppercut and could laugh with his teammates. He missed and loved every part of this woman and he’d never let her go. When he finally let her up for air she smiled.
“Did you miss me?” she asked.
“Want me to show you how much?” he asked, and punctuated the question with a roll of his hips.
“Mmmm, but first I need to get the rest of my stuff out of my car, that I parked two streets down.”
“What?” he asked.
“Well, I didn’t want you to see it when I got in, and it was cute watching you strut around the house in a huff. You picked up your phone twenty-seven times in two hours. Adorable. And I didn’t wear any of my perfume and wore scent masking spray—yuck—just for this occasion. Anyway, I’d like to bring the rest of my stuff, then we can have awesom
e, hot, hard I’m back sex. Deal?”
“I’m going to paddle your ass when we get back.”
“It’s against the law to hit a CIA agent, didn’t you know? I’d have to report you, sailor.”
His head spun. “You joined the CIA?”
“I love being a spy, but I love you more. Taking a job with them, with C’s recommendation of course, allowed me to have the best of both worlds. I may be gone sometimes and can’t tell you, but I’ll always come home.”
He held her close, overcome with emotion.
“Baby, you can do whatever you want, just one thing?”
“Yeah?”
“Become Mrs. Alvarez first.”
She rolled her eyes. “Where’s the bended knee? The flowers? Maybe some violinists playing?”
“I’ve got a AT22 Integral Suppressed just three inches from your right hip, rafters in my bedroom strong enough to take two tons of weight for the sex swing, and a battered SEAL’s heart in a killing machine of flesh and blood, how about that?”
She trembled against his body and licked her lips. “The best proposal ever. Forget my car, we can get it later. Take me to bed right now.”
“I love it when you get bossy like that.”
“You’re going to end up on the floor with your wanker hanging out for the neighbors to see if you don’t do what I asked.”
He didn’t argue anymore. He took his Vixen to bed.
THE END
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