Protecting Arizona (Special Forces: Operation Alpha)

by Holt, Desiree

  Protecting Arizona (Special Forces: Operation Alpha)

  Desiree Holt

  Contents

  Foreword

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  Also by Desiree Holt

  More Special Forces: Operation Alpha World Books

  Books by Susan Stoker

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.

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  Editor: Kate Richards

  Cover Design: Croco Designs

  Beta Reader: Margie Hager

  Dear Readers,

  Welcome to the Special Forces: Operation Alpha Fan-Fiction world!

  If you are new to this amazing world, in a nutshell the author wrote a story using one or more of my characters in it. Sometimes that character has a major role in the story, and other times they are only mentioned briefly. This is perfectly legal and allowable because they are going through Aces Press to publish the story.

  This book is entirely the work of the author who wrote it. While I might have assisted with brainstorming and other ideas about which of my characters to use, I didn’t have any part in the process or writing or editing the story.

  I’m proud and excited that so many authors loved my characters enough that they wanted to write them into their own story. Thank you for supporting them, and me!

  READ ON!

  Xoxo

  Susan Stoker

  About the book

  She wasn’t a no-name sex kind of woman but stress had gotten the better of her…

  She’d never see him again so she could indulge every need and desire she had with this hot, sexy, intense, troubled man. Now she has to put it out of her mind as the DEA task force she’s on prepares to take down dangerous drug kingpin Luca Vasquez, coincidentally her brother-in-law. When her sister is murdered and her niece disappears, she leaves the task force to find her.

  He couldn’t get the memories of the woman out of his mind…

  Being a SEAL was the only thing Clint “Razor” DaCosta had known for twenty years, until a disastrous mission ended his career. Now dreams of the raw sex with the passionate redhead are the only things that keep the nightmares of that mission at bay. He’s still trying to figure out what to do with the rest of his life when a phone call from a friend brings him to a shocking meeting.

  Passion…danger…murder…a lethal combination

  No one is more shocked than Razor and Arizona when he answers her call for help. The heat is still there and it’s hard to put aside the memories of their scorching sex. But first they must find her niece and avenge her sister’s murder. And hope they both don’t get killed in the takedown.

  Dear Readers

  Writing a book is a labor of love for me. My characters take over my life, and I work to make them come alive for all of you. But I could not do it without the help of key people in my life. My team. It begins with my wonderful beta reader, Margie Hager, who has a super critical eye and finds all my mistakes. Kate Richards, my wonderful, unbelievable editor, who is used to my crises and makes my books sing. Then there is my incredible son, Steven Horwitz, who, despite running a successful business of his own, manages the financial side of mine and is also a marketing guru. Croco Designs, who designs covers that rock, and last but way far from least my incredible virtual assistant, Maria Connor, who takes care of everything so I can devote myself to writing. I am truly blessed.

  And finally, there is you, my readers, without whom there would be no Desiree Holt. You enrich my life and inspire me.

  You can always reach me at authordesireeholt@gmail.com, and I invite you to join my reader group, where there is always something happening. https://www.facebook.com/groups/DesireeHoltReaderGroup/?epa=SEARCH_BOX

  Looking forward to “seeing” you there.

  Desiree

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  None of my books would come to life without the inspiration and help of key people

  Former SEAL Jack Carr, who is the inspiration for all my SEAL stories and a best selling author himself (check out his books!)

  Joseph P. Trainor, law enforcement officer who gives so generously of his time so I make as few mistakes as possible

  My “team,” who helps me turn an idea into a story

  None of this would happen without you

  Prologue

  The drinks had softened her raw edges a little but hadn’t dulled her senses, for which she was grateful. Arizona Hunt told herself she’d hate to miss out on the full impact of this man’s electric touch, his powerful kisses, the explosive feeling when his rock-hard dick was inside her and they came together in a cataclysmic detonation. She was pretty damn sure she’d never felt anything that intense before, an orgasm that swamped all her senses and rocked her body.

  She ran her fingers through the long, inky hair of the man whose body was currently covering hers. A little on the long side, it felt like silk to her touch. The bedside lamp was on low, but it cast enough light to reflect on the midnight-black color. His body was tall and powerful, his defined muscles imprinting themselves on her skin. His hot mouth was stringing soft kisses along the line of her neck, working his way down to her shoulder and then her breasts. Yes, please, her breasts. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been this aroused, this eager for someone’s touch.

  As a matter of fact, she didn’t even know what the hell she was doing here in this particular situation, anyway.

  It had to be the stress of the last case her team had finished. Working for the Drug Enforcement Agency wasn’t for the faint of heart, especially when major distributors kept popping up all over the place. She had just spent six weeks undercover to get the goods on this dealer, and she was mentally and physically exhausted. She’d been headed for home, back to Tampa, driving because she hated flying and being behind the wheel relaxed her for some crazy reason. Maybe she was subconsciously looking for a way to erase the images camped in her mind.

  Which probably explained how she’d ended up in a roadside bar close to the Florida/Georgia line and accepted the offer of a drink from the sexiest man she’d seen in longer than she could remember. One drink led to another, one thing led to another, and now here she was in a motel having wild, unrestrained sex, the bes
t of her life, with a man whose name she didn’t even know. More than that, she didn’t even care.

  Normally she was very picky about her personal life. She didn’t want long-term relationships. Most men had no idea how to handle her job or give her the space she needed. She’d spent so much time locking down her emotions in order to handle her assignments that she wasn’t sure she could connect with anyone, anyway. Friends with benefits suited her just fine.

  This—whatever this was—was way off the charts for her.

  And this hot guy with the distant look in his eyes who seemed to be wrestling with some problem of his own, appeared to be as much into no-name, no-holds-barred sex as she was. She sensed in him a desperation like hers that hungered for an intense connection, however brief. Something to blank out the rest of the world.

  As his lips grazed her skin and his hands coasted over her body, the only thing important was she could let go of all her inhibitions because she’d never have to see this man again. It would be one night, no holds barred, and then they’d go their own ways.

  They had practically broken the door down getting into the motel room and stripped each other’s clothes off as fast as they could. She had barely a moment to take in his body with the well-defined muscles and the scars that had faded with time before he had her up against the wall.

  “I can’t wait,” he’d said, sliding his fingers between her thighs to test how slick her sex was. How ready for him.

  Oh yeah, she’d been ready. More than.

  Her inner walls pulsed with need so strongly she instinctively squeezed her thighs together to contain it.

  “Uh uh.” The rough sound of his voice sent more shivers through her body. “Spread those legs for me, darlin’. I’ve got plans for that sweet flesh.”

  Arizona watched in fascination as he grabbed a condom from his wallet, tore open the foil, and rolled it onto his thick, throbbing cock. Kneeling between her thighs, he urged her to wrap her legs around him and then drove into her with one hard, fast thrust. That first orgasm hit them with the force of a tornado, bodies shaking, her inner walls clenching his shaft again and again and again.

  And then, with cataclysmic force, they kept coming and coming until they were spent and exhausted. Only after that did he ease his cock out and take a moment to dispose of the condom. Then he was back again, his body over hers. Barely giving her a second to catch her breath, his mouth began doing wicked things to her.

  “Now we really start the good part,” he growled in a rough, deep but very sexy voice.

  And then her brain shut off, unable to function as his hot mouth closed over one nipple, sucking it in as his tongue teased it. She gripped his shoulders as he tormented it into an exquisite state of agony before turning to the other one. Grabbed his thick, midnight-black hair in her fingers to keep him from moving his head. When she was sure she couldn’t stand it another moment, he eased his body down hers, painting a line of kisses down her abdomen, pausing at her navel to swirl the tip of his tongue in the indentation.

  Arizona clutched his shoulders and tried to lift her hips, urging him to move that incendiary mouth lower, but he seemed determined to take his time. She knew he was as aroused she was. Despite the quick but intense orgasm they’d shared, his shaft was already thick and long and hard as a rock again. She felt its swollen outline where it pressed against her body.

  She could feel his warm breath on her skin as his mouth moved over her, licking and nipping, tasting with the tip of his tongue. Every touch, every tease made her need grow stronger. Her pulse ratcheted up when he nudged her thighs apart, giving him better access to her throbbing sex.

  “Beautiful,” he whispered and blew a gentle breath on her exposed flesh.

  Then he looked up at her, and the heat in his onyx-black eyes singed every one of her nerves. Shivers raced along her skin, intensifying as he traced every inch of her wet flesh with his tongue. And when he bit gently on her clit, she tried to push herself against him.

  “Please,” she begged.

  His low chuckle rumbled against her. “Please what?”

  “Please make me come.”

  “Not yet,” he told her and flipped her over.

  Then he began to torment her even more, kissing along her spine, punctuating with those sexy bites he was so good at. When he began to nip the cheeks of her ass, soothing the bites with his tongue, she wanted to scream at him to hurry, hurry, hurry. Yet, at the same time, she reveled in every touch, every sensation.

  By the time he had kissed his way up the inside of her legs from ankle to the curve of her ass and down the other side, she was a quivering mass, gripping the pillow to keep from exploding. Then he had her on her back again, sliding first one then two fingers inside her, scraping her inner walls, finding that hot spot, bending down to suck her clit. By the time he rolled on another condom, she was losing her mind.

  He lifted her legs, bending them back at the knees, holding her wide open. She saw the heat flare in his eyes as he stared at every inch of her exposed sex. Then the head of his cock prodded at her opening and, little by little, he eased himself inside her. That first fuck had been so quick and dirty, she’d hardly had time to appreciate his size, but now she did, wondering how she even accommodated him. But now he took his time, his cock a tight fit, the fullness of it arousing her even more.

  “Get ready for the ride of your life,” he breathed, sliding his hands beneath her ass and lifting her to him.

  And then it began, her brain on vacation because all she was aware of was that thick hard cock and the friction of it against her wet flesh as he drove in and out of her. Slow, then fast, over and over, again and again, always pulling back at the last minute until she was sure she’d lose her mind.

  “This is it,” he breathed into her ear.

  And then she lost it, aware of nothing but that hard cock driving into her and her body shrieking with pleasure. When the climax erupted they both exploded, the walls of her sex gripping his shaft as they throbbed together. She was sure the orgasm would never end, and when it did she lay there a limp mass, exhausted but thoroughly satisfied.

  At last he lifted his head, a satisfied grin on his face, and brushed a soft kiss over her lips.

  “Good?”

  She gave a tiny little laugh. “Do you even have to ask?”

  “The next one will be even better.”

  The next one? She hadn’t caught her breath from this one yet.

  While she waited for her racing heart to slow down, she ran her palms lightly over his back, wondering what the ridged scars she felt were from? The same place as the one on his thigh?

  No questions, Arizona. One night, remember? No names. Nothing personal. No holds barred. Remember?

  With tremendous effort, she pushed everything out of her mind and gave herself over to the heat of the night.

  Chapter 1

  Florida. Where the hell are you?

  Arizona Hunt glanced down at her hands in her lap to check the readout on her watch. She should have had a text back from her sister ages ago. The more time went by, the more nervous she got. For the past few weeks she’d had sporadic calls from her sister, more than usual, that gave her an uneasy feeling. She knew Florida was aware how she felt about her marriage, but she sensed problems and she tried to be supportive. They weren’t close, but they were sisters, all that remained of their unstable marriage.

  The last time she’d heard from Florida was at least four hours ago, shortly after eight o’clock. And that had been a too brief message on her personal cell.

  I’m making some plans. I have to leave, and I need your help. I’ll call you.

  Her first thought was, At last. Thank god.

  But since then, nothing.

  She had a bad feeling she didn’t seem to be able to ignore. Florida had suddenly contacted her more frequently and she sensed and urgency in her sister’s calls. She had only managed to talk to her a couple of times. Her sister kept her phone on vibrate so Luca wouldn
’t notice any calls she was getting. He monitored them very carefully. It was rare for her sister to call, anyway, and the last two times she heard fear in the tone of voice. She should have done something then, but the whole situation was damn tricky. If only this damn meeting would get over already. She was just glad her boss was involved in the information he was dispensing and didn’t seem to notice her distraction. Being stuck in this morning meeting didn’t help with the fidgets.

  She shifted in her chair and lifted her soft drink to take another sip. They’d been in this room for so long the liquid was now warm, but she didn’t care about that. At least it was wet and kept her throat from being dry. They were in a typical small meeting room—small being the operative word—in the Tampa Drug Enforcement Agency office, the branch she was attached to. The agent who led the team, Joaquin DeLoach, was going over the next phase of their planned takedown of Luca Vasquez.

  To the public, Vasquez was a wealthy businessman, ostensibly the owner of one of the largest mobile home dealers in Florida. In reality he was an “organizer” for several Mexican cartels. Smuggling cocaine, heroin, and now fake opioids into the country from Mexico, he used the massive mobile homes he sold to distribute the drugs. Below the surface, he was one of the biggest organizers of cartel shipments.