Bad Boys Teaser: A Sizzling Bad Boys Anthology

by Rie Warren

  All three of them stared at me like I’d lost my fool mind—which I clearly had—and Jade mouthed, “Babe?”

  Shrugging, I turned to Justice. “You got Albert and the Batmobile stashed somewhere here, too?”

  “You’re such a fucking throwback.”

  “And you’re a fuckin’ pretty boy. But you got some cool shit so I forgive you for that. Now, gimme the thing.” I snatched the swanky control pad, tempted to press all the little buttons at once just to watch his head explode.

  What? I needed something to explode.

  “It works the alarm, the door and window locks, and the steel shutters.”

  Steel shutters? Every operative’s wet dream.

  I pressed the appropriate button, and they started clanking down all through the warehouse in tandem.

  I was totally getting some of those for the homestead. Assuming I survived this latest hell.

  Slipping the tablet into my pocket, I glanced meaningfully at Justice. “You’re not gonna stay, are you?”

  “With you and your concubines?” He snorted. “Not likely.”

  Out of nowhere, Madge hauled back and kicked him in the shin. “I am not a concubine.”

  “Ow!” Justice hopped on one leg, rubbing the other.

  “Big bad man cannot take a little pain?”

  Damn. I liked it when Madge got her snark on.

  Eleven

  Hell’s Kitchen, and a Whole Lotta Bitchin’

  SINCE I REALLY DIDN’T trust the women on their own, and I didn’t really want to listen to the bitchfest if I tied them up again, I took them with me for an on-foot recon of the area. Also, I’d checked Justice’s food supplies. No bueno.

  His fridge and cupboards looked like something you’d find in a frat house kitchen mixed with shit picked up at the nearest 7-Eleven.

  At least we blended in with the multicultural atmosphere. One bonus to being in the heart of a big city. The streets were busy with pedestrians of every ethnicity, their breath steaming in cold puffs as they talked in a disjointed mishmash of languages. It may have been the beginning of spring down south, but winter maintained its toehold up here.

  We stayed well away from Times Square and the Theatre District, keeping our heads down, maintaining our vigilance. We just had to hope everyone who was after us didn’t locate us again until after we figured out this FUBAR sitch and decided once and for all what to do with Madge.

  Loading up on groceries, I kept one eye on the women and one on the surrounds at all times. Our excursion was made much less dicey than it could’ve been, since Jade was an expert at picking out the most elusive threats.

  Then there was Madge. Who wanted to pop into every open shop from one side of the road to the other, pawing through trinkets like she was just out for the day browsing in the Souk el-Ahad bazaar in Beirut.

  “This isn’t sightseeing. It’s surveillance,” I gritted out.

  “I need some souvenirs for when I return home.” She sniffed. Imperiously.

  That regal shit was in her genes whether she was a recognized princess or not.

  “If you return home.” I reminded her.

  I noticed Jade’s nose twitch when we passed a foodtruck doling out Korean short rib tacos.

  Hustling to buy her a couple of tacos topped with slaw, I enjoyed the way she ate them with relish—and ignored the way Madge watched with a slight smile and a twinkle in her black, black eyes.

  Back at Justice’s loft, we made a slapdash dinner, washed it down with electrolytes to make sure we were good and replenished in the event of a midnight raid, and prepared for bed.

  Madge took the bedroom. I set the alarms and closed the shutters with a press of the sleek buttons on the control pad. Jade and I couldn’t stop staring at each other as we prepared for some shut-eye in the corner of the screened-off studio where a large California King bed looked as inviting as fuck for nothing short of a long night of fucking.

  Naked. Together. Again.

  We crashed together, our movements raw and rhythmic. There were no words, just wet, sloppy sounds. Low grunts and soft moans. Another night of no fucking, but a lot of inappropriate touching and indecent kissing. Hands and fingers, mouths and tongues. Jesus, Jade’s tongue.

  This case of goddamn blue balls was gonna go down in history, never mind the case against Majedah Chehab. My dick remained so hard all night long I could’ve used it as a battering ram to blast through the warehouse’s two-inch thick steel doors.

  Daylight arrived too soon, once again dropping a wall between Jade and me.

  Breakfast was silent. She did that superior British thing, glowering.

  I scowled.

  Madge probably hated on both of us, wondering how the fuck she’d been saddled with a pair of seriously sexually frustrated enemies/not enemies.

  Whatever.

  The moment Justice’s mega computer station lit up at the touch of a button from his righteous control pad, I got in my happy place. I had a strict order of things I liked:

  Fighting

  C-4

  Fucking

  Big guns

  Hacking

  Fucking some more

  After several hours, it all seemed goddamn pointless. Even if we got the info that cleared Madge’s name . . . what then? The whole world was out to get her and, by extension, get Jade and me, too.

  During the Internet trawl, one of my phones went off. I hit the receive button without even looking.

  Big. Fucking. Mistake.

  “Where the fuck are you?” True to her name, Blaize blazed out without even a how-do.

  “Hello to you too.” I wheeled around in my chair, internally swallowing my groan.

  Fuckit. Fuckit. Fuckit.

  “Do not be coy with me, Walker.”

  “I don’t even know the meaning of the word,” I haggled back, cringing.

  Jade stared at me. Madge, too.

  My boss lady, I mouthed at the two of them.

  Jade’s eyes widened into saucers.

  I grimaced at her, holding the cell away from my ear while Blaize bashed me about breach of protocol and traitorous activities and failed mission goals.

  The woman probably had a twelve-step guide imprinted on her brain with goddamn mission goals and operation objectives. She probably checked off each bullet point when we debriefed.

  “These . . . these shenanigans end now.” Blaize’s voice lowered into a forced-calm/slightly rabid tone. “You. Turn. Majedah Chehab. OVER. NOW!”

  Fucking hell. Blaize wasn’t just pissed. She was foaming-at-the-mouth furious.

  “Can’t do that.”

  Coitus interruptus? Call interrupted would’ve been welcome right about then.

  “You can’t?” she asked.

  “Won’t,” I clarified. “But I tell you what. We’re in New York City. Stateside. And when I get this shit sorted, I’ll hand the target over to the proper authorities.”

  “Is that supposed to be some kind of consolation, Walker? You are notorious for going off the reservation”—if only she knew—“and running roughshod. That stops now.”

  “I’ll be in touch, Miss Carmichael.”

  She was still ranting when I shut down my phone and crushed it underfoot.

  I wondered how many more problems I could add to the growing list. Now I had Blaize hot on my tail.

  I brought my knuckles to my mouth, staring at the wall behind the computers.

  “What is it, Walker?” Jade asked.

  The first words she’d said to me all day and it was already late afternoon.

  What it was was: I was having second thoughts about this entire mission, and Jade was perceptive enough to figure that out in an instant.

  She shook her head with finality. “No. No way.”

  “You heard that yell-fest I just endured, Jade.”

  But suddenly the idea of turning in Madge made me feel a hell of a lot more like a traitor than not completing my kill orders on her ever had.

  I pus
hed up with my palms on the long table. “I don’t know what else I can do.”

  When I locked my eyes on Jade she shot up in front of me. “You promised! You just told your boss you wouldn’t do it. You swore we wouldn’t stop until we discovered the truth when you took us with you!”

  “I don’t think either one of us had a choice in the matter.”

  “I would’ve survived. I’d have gotten us out.”

  “How?” I folded my arms over my chest.

  She deflated, and I hated seeing her lose her fighting spirit so much another pulse of anger coursed through me. I needed to unburden it, not on Jade.

  Spinning on Madge who’d sat silent witness to everything, I towered over her.

  “And you. You’re too fucking calm for your own good,” I snarled.

  “Losing my cool isn’t going to help convince you of my innocence.”

  Goddammit. Why does she have to be so freakin’ reasonable?

  I deflated, too, and plopped into a chair. I sat there, rubbing a finger back and forth beneath my lips.

  I propped both elbows on the table. “You really expect me to believe the dossier I got on Madge was a totally engineered decoy?”

  “You’ve spent three days with her, Walker. What do you think?”

  For the first time since joining T-Zone, I didn’t know what to think.

  Frustration lit Jade up. “They’re protecting Qasim’s interests. They’re making Majedah his scapegoat!”

  “I can name dates, leaders, locations.” Madge touched my arm. “I can provide the information, but it won’t matter. Qasim can just as easily implicate me, as he already has. He set it up perfectly.”

  “So, what you’re saying is we just need a full-blown confession from your husband in front of witnesses? Is that all?” A rough-edged laugh escaped my throat.

  So fucking easy. Riiiiight.

  “Urethra!” Madge shouted.

  I covered my crotch with my hands. Whaaaat?

  Jade chuckled. “I think what Majedah means is eureka?”

  “Oh. Is this where I say my bad?” Madge looked at Jade.

  “Okay,” I said. “No more daytime TV for you, Madge. And definitely no reality TV. Jeeesus.”

  Bad enough we’d watched CNN where Madge was being fingered as the biggest baddy since Saddam Insane. Having fled Beirut directly after the Liban explosion, she looked more and more guilty of everything she’d been accused of.

  Getting back down to business, I did as Madge asked. I verified the details she supplied. Everything checked out. But it wasn’t concrete evidence in her favor. I had no one besides Jade to corroborate her innocence. And that just wasn’t going to fucking fly.

  On the other hand, I knew Madge now, and I wasn’t half bad at reading people. I believed her. I wasn’t so soulless yet I could hand her over without giving a fair fight for her first.

  I nodded with my jaw clenched. “Fine. We’ll keep going. Together.”

  I cranked my neck. I stood and stretched my arms, popping muscles all over my torso and back. I walked around and returned to stand just behind Jade who continued working away.

  Time was running out. We’d already had our mission almost derailed on two occasions—once in Beirut, yesterday in Mt. Pleasant. It wouldn’t be smart to stay in one place for more than a few days without a solid plan ready to put into action.

  The pressure was on, and goddamn, did I feel it in my bones. One in particular. My cock had spent the day reminding me of its presence with an insistent throb. Meanwhile, Jade, aside from our harsh words and wary agreement, had sat next to me hacking, cracking, and virtually ignoring me.

  It was a shame I was so skilled at multitasking. I could scan codes and find wormholes into databases all the while aware of Jade’s mouthwatering scent. Her tight body I knew on an intimate level but not the most intimate one. Her lush lips that pouted every time she hit a brick wall while probing the interwebz.

  The air fucking crackled with insane tension the longer I stood there, staring at the back of Jade’s neck bared by her pulled-up hair.

  It went without saying we didn’t have Facebook accounts, we weren’t on Instagram, we didn’t have social media hookups, and we for damn sure didn’t post selfies despite Storm’s self-proclaimed seflie stick trick in the Sikorsky four days ago.

  We had little to occupy our thoughts, hands, or time as we waited.

  Jade and I were used to being in action.

  She pushed back her wireless keyboard with a sigh before rolling her chair around.

  I jumped back before she could run over my toes.

  Her cheeks were flushed, lending a pink hint to her golden skin. Her eyes sparkled. Her hair was swept in a bun, two chopstick-style things shoved through the magenta-black mass to keep it in place. For all I knew they could be slim daggers honed to a fine edge that she wielded with an icepick grip. And she was just waiting for my back to be turned.

  “What, Walker?” She reached up, letting her long, glorious hair cascade over her shoulders, down her back. She set the possibly lethal, carved-ivory instruments on the console. “I can smell your distrust every time you look at me.”

  “I think that’s lust,” Madge commented with a hint of mischief.

  Ignore.

  I took two steps, leaning toward Jade. “What I can’t understand is why your people haven’t reached out to you yet.”

  She wheeled her chair sideways, out of my reach. “Simple protocol. Go silent and stay untraceable when in trouble.”

  “Well, I didn’t fucking follow protocol at all, and now my head’s on the chopping block.” I punched my hands to my hips.

  Jade stood up, getting in my face. “I did not ask you to be part of this detail, wanker. You made it your business.” She poked me in the chest.

  I bullied against her. “It’s our business. The goddamn business we’re in. And you should fucking thank me for getting you out of Beirut with your head intact instead of shot clean off.”

  “You should be thanking me for not killing you in your sleep!” She tried to prod me back, but I was a hard wall of tall muscle in front of her.

  And I was not stepping down.

  “You snore,” she hissed.

  “Oh, yeah? You drool. And you talk in your sleep.”

  Jade’s face went murderous, the rage making her even hotter, me even angrier.

  “I think I shall go to bed.” Madge sidled away, politely excusing herself.

  She wasn’t stupid. She could tell when two powder kegs were set to go off.

  We barely glanced at her, and I hardly noticed when the bedroom door snicked shut.

  “I’d like to know how everyone scrambled on us so quickly in South Carolina. Not like we left a trail of breadcrumbs,” I gnashed out, straining toward Jade.

  “Are you accusing me of something, Walker?”

  “I think you know what I’m saying.” I prowled that last inch toward her, my hands clenching at my sides.

  She flipped her hair back. “You think I’d risk Majedah’s and my lives just to . . . what? Take you down in the crossfire?”

  “Wouldn’t put it past you.”

  The air around us filled with antagonism. Distrust. And just like Madge had said, so much fucking unstoppable lust.

  Neither one of us stepped down.

  Seconds passed—tense and silent.

  I relaxed my stance, lounging slightly back. “You know what I like to do when I need to expel some energy, Jade?” Her name came out buttery soft with a slight dare.

  My eyes lowered to the dangerous curves of her body, and the atmosphere shifted again, compelling me closer to her sensual heat.

  Her gaze widened, the green of her irises drowning in darker depths.

  “What?” she asked, breathless and not backing down.

  “Fuck or fight. So what’s it gonna be?”

  Twelve

  Fight Night or Fuck Night?

  “YOU WANT MY KNIFE at your cock again?”

 
The woman never missed a chance to backtalk me, but that was about to end tonight because she’d be too busy sucking my dick.

  “Actually, that was my knife.” Gripping Jade’s hips, I set my mouth right against her ear. “No. I want your lips plunging down my cock.”

  Her head snapped up, her mouth so close to mine I could nearly taste her.

  “Fight,” she declared.

  My nostrils flared. “Typical.”

  I let her go, let her retreat a few paces. Then I started undressing, right there in the middle of the loft. First my shirt, which I slung behind me. I thumbed open the top button of my jeans, my fingers coming into contact with the black hair that ran from my belly button down and around my cock.

  “What are you doing?” she squeaked.

  Huh. I’d never heard her squeak before.

  “I said fight!” Jade visibly gulped when I forced open the last few buttons over the rigid rod of my cock.

  “If we’re going hand-to-hand combat, I don’t wear street clothes.” I grinned, slowly braiding my hair into one long plait with my jeans hanging open and framing the thick base of my shaft. “Haven’t you heard of the ancient combat method called heroic nudity?”

  “What?” Her voice registered another, higher level.

  “No place to hide. And no place to hide weapons. Sheer strength for strength. But this time I’ll take pity on you.” Toeing off my jeans, I worked them down my legs and off.

  Naked, I ambled to my pack.

  “Well, I’m not taking pity on you.” Jade’s voice dropped into a strained, husky whisper.

  I rummaged for my jockstrap. It didn’t conceal much, but it definitely gave me range of movement. Last time I’d worn it was when Hunter and I had gone at it—not like that—and I’d laid him out in his gym at his house. Good times. He was a mean fucker with his fists when he got pissed off.

  Stepping into the lightweight jockstrap, I flexed and stretched. The rest of my body bare, my muscles heaved in preparation for whatever Jade was going to throw at me. I hefted my dick, making sure the bulge of my cock and my sac were all tucked into the pouch.