Black And White Ops: A BWWM BBW Military Romance (11 page)

Monique had fallen
back asleep when Rick pulled out of the parking space and took his
car back out on the road. He checked his gas gauge and found he still
had plenty of fuel to get him through until tomorrow.

When he found another
line of cars overlooking the river, Rick pulled into a space and
waited. Once again he shut down the engine but this time he stayed in
the car. Monique had woken again and was staring at the river and the
dark sky. This far north, the sun would only emerge for a brief time
and not be out long. It wasn’t quite the midnight sun, but it
would get close.

“Where are we?”
she asked him.

“At the
submarine races,” he snickered. It took Monique a few moments
to realize what he said before she leaned over and kissed him.

“I haven’t
been to those in a long time,” she told him. The windows were
beginning to steam up, as were those on the other cars.

Rick put his mouth to
hers and began kissing Monique gently. He slid one had up her dress
and found the silk panties underneath. With one hand he pulled them
down to her ankles and left them on the floor of his car. While he
was doing this, Monique was getting his belt unbuckled and his pants
unzipped. She pulled them down to his knees and began stroking him.
Rick leaned back and let her stroke some more, then he put one hand
between her legs and matched her movements. She moaned and continued
to jerk on him until she felt his desire begin to reach a climax.

Rick grabbed Monique
and lowered him down over him while he remained seated in the car.
She made an “O” shape with her mouth as Rick lowered her
down on him. Slowly he began rocking her back and forth while she was
on top of him. She kissed him on the lips as she went up and down.
The motion was precise, but not enough to case the car to rock.
Monique turned her head and could see motion going on in the backseat
of every other car. She now realized why Rick had chosen this spot to
hide out from the law.

Rick felt strong
inside her. Again she marveled at how he knew just what parts to
touch that made her feel hot and sexy. Rick thrust upward and she put
her head next to his neck while trying to hold back a scream. The
seat was perfect for them to make love sitting up and the steering
wheel tilted back, which allowed her some movement. Rick loved the
way her thighs slammed down on him. Monique tossed her head back and
moaned as she came up and down repeatedly. She couldn’t
remember if she’d ever made love this many times in one
twenty-four hour period before. She didn’t think she had, at
least not with the same person.

“Oh, Rick,
baby,” she whispered in his ear. “You’ve almost got
me there; hang on tight because I can’t control myself.”
As she told him this, Monique began to gasp and grab the back of his
neck. She bit his lip, drawing a little blood as her orgasm hit. Rick
felt her mouth open and pushed his tongue in while she kicked back
with her feet, striking the underside of the dashboard.

Knowing she was
climaxing again drove Rick wild with pleasure. He held her in place
on top of him and pushed in far, grabbing her back to keep her in
place. As Monique made small noises in the back of her throat, Rick
began to pick up speed with his pelvic movements. Soon he was one
continuous blur in the front seat of the car as he pushed and pulled
into her. He felt himself close and grabbed her as tight as he could.

Rick grunted as he
let loose another gusher inside her. Monique almost cried when she
felt the relief that came with his hot love inside her. Monique
continued to rock back and forth until she was convinced he was
finished. She lay on top of him, feeling her soft breathing on her
neck. Rick was shrinking inside her, but she knew he’d be ready
to go in another hour. She couldn’t believe the staying power
this man had. If she had wanted him to hold back for an hour, Monique
was certain he would‘ve found a way.

“Jesus,”
she told him as Monique was resting on his chest. “You get hard
fast. You must be doing something right, lover.”

“It all depends
on having the right person,” he told her while kissing her
neck. “You make me so hard Monique. All I have to do is
remember that nice butt of yours and I’m ready for another
round.”

“You are too
nice to me,” she said while returning his kisses. “I
don’t think I’ve ever done it in a car.”

“I’d like
to do it some more,” he told her, “but I need to make a
phone call to control in another hour or we’ll lose the only
opportunity we have to get out of here.”

“I know,”
she responded and climbed off him. Monique pulled her panties up from
the floor and put them back on. Rick pulled up his trousers, zipped
them back up and buckled his belt. They sat in the line of cars and
held hands for a long time.

Finally Rick looked
at his dashboard clock and decided it was time. He picked up the
burner cell phone he’d bought from a street vendor a week ago
and dialed the number the station manager had given him. He waited a
few rings and heard it connect. Quite possibly the SVR was listening
in to him right now. He didn’t care, they would have no way of
knowing what the words he was about to hear meant.

“A snowstorm is
headed into the city today,” the voice on the other end told
him. “Residents are advised to take the noon train at the first
chance before it shuts down from the drifts.” Rick broke the
connection and tossed the phone out the window.

“What did you
hear?” Monique asked him.

“We have big
problems,” he told her. “We can’t even meet with
the station manager this morning at the museum. She wants me to meet
her at the first plane out to America. I pray to God she’s got
new identities ready for the both of us. Because that is the only way
we are going to get out of here alive.”

Rick drove the car to
the airport and waited. While he sat in the car he used his smart
phone to check on the flight schedules of all planes flying direct to
America. This would be the method the station director would use to
get them out. Thank God he’d brought the super drive along as a
bargaining chip. It was the only thing they had on them which made
the agency risk taking them out as diplomatic employees. Right now
the SVR would be checking traffic cameras and eye-witnesses for a car
and passengers matching their descriptions. Ordinarily this would
have been a herculean task, but Monique’s prescience made it a
lot easier for them. At least it wasn’t as bad as the time he
had to get out of Northern China in a town where the sighting of a
foreigner could stop traffic.

Rick watched the
other cars in the lot carefully. He didn’t know what the SVR
tended to use, but he was betting something plain that would not draw
too much attention. He parked his car in the end of a long row of
vehicles for travelers who were headed overseas. The international
section of the lot was huge and took up most of the available parking
spaces. He looked at the clock on the dashboard again. They had
another half hour.

Monique was scared,
but relieved they were almost to the end of their ordeal. All she
wanted to do was get out of the city and be home safe. The people who
employed Rick would want to talk to them. She expected to be
debriefed to some extent, but prayed they would get it over and done
with. What could she tell them? It all started with walking into a
bomb explosion and got steadily worse.

Pulkovo International
Airport had seen many years. It was originally built in 1932 but had
taken a constant barrage from German artillery during the Second
World War when the Nazi guns had pounded it from the near-by hills.
Rebuilt many times over it resembled a modern European airport with
shuttle service and long-term parking. They were sitting in the
long-term lot waiting for the moment to go into the airport and meet
the station manager.

“You really
mean to buy me a big diamond engagement ring?” Monique told
Rick as she put her head on his chest. It was getting very cold in
the car and her jacket wasn’t doing a lot to keep her warm.

“I meant what I
said,” he told her. “We just have to get through this
mess.”

When he noticed the
time was right, Rick opened the car door and looked around. No
suspicious looking men in the lot. Perhaps the old license plate
switch had worked after all. He helped Monique out and they made
their way to the nearest shuttle station. The shuttle bus arrived
early and the sullen driver yawned as he opened the door and called
out the destinations in several different languages. “Just got
two of them,” Monique heard him radio to the terminal as he
closed the door and moved on toward their destination. The shuttle
made a few more stops, but only picked up a single man this early in
the morning. It rumbled up to the terminal a half hour after picking
them up. Monique and Rick stepped out to the clean sidewalk in front
of the doors with the other passenger as the shuttle rolled off for
its next round.

They walked inside
the vast terminal hall and pretended to look at the departure and
arrival schedules reflected on the wall above them. The place was
vast, like so many construction projects built during the Soviet era.
But now all kinds of western companies had little stakes all over the
terminal and a bored traveler could find something familiar anywhere
inside the terminal to remind him or her of home.

“I see you
received the message,” the station manager said to Rick. She
had appeared out of nowhere and was dressed to resemble a school
student from one of the local colleges. She was even carrying a stack
of books.

“Nice outfit,”
Rick said to her. “Does the agency provide you with the patent
leather shoes or do you buy your own.”

“I’ve got
a whole closet full of these outfits,” she confirmed. “But
they’re back at the embassy compound.”

“I’ll bet
you keep them right next to your rack and spanking bench,” Rick
jabbed.

“No,” she
contradicted. “I keep those in the basement back in Washington.
But enough of the cuteness, do you have the super drive? I’ve
got tickets for you booked back to Dulles Airport under the names
Bill Smith and Maggie Jones as embassy employees.”

“You’ll
see it when we get back,” he told her. “Let’s see
the identities first.”

The station manager
handed him two envelopes. Inside were documents and ID’s in the
names she had given him with air tickets. Rick handed Monique her
packet and she looked through it. They had even place current
photographs on the passports.

“So how do I
know you have the drive?” she asked.

“You don’t,”
he told her. “I’m keeping its location safe until we get
off the plane at Dulles. I’m not taking any chances.”

The station manager
grumbled and walked off. Rick watched as she ditched the school books
into the nearest trash can.

They were safely on a
plane two hours later. Monique was breathing much easier, but
wouldn’t feel truly safe until they landed. It was a long
flight with connections at Heathrow until they arrived home nearly a
day later.

The flight back to
America was uneventful. After what they had endured in less than
forty-eight hours, both of them needed a break. Monique slept a lot
and held onto Rick’s hand. She became excited when they saw the
coast of America looming through the windows. Monique was finally at
ease.

As they walked
through customs two men in business suits walked up to them and
flashed badges. Rick had expected it to happen and gave them their
folders with the fake ID’s in them. They took them, flipped
through the materials inside it and looked up.

“We already
spoke to her,” the first man said. “Where’s the
drive?”

Rick reached in his
pocket and handed it to the man. “Here it is. You tell her the
next time she tries to hand me over to her buddies in Moscow I’m
not going to be so forgiving.” Dumbfounded they took it and let
them walk away.

It was later that
evening when they were in bed in Rick’s house that Monique
finally asked him how he knew it was the station manager, not Yuri,
who had tipped off the SVR men who came after them.

“They were
working together,” he told her. “Yuri was contacted by
her to get it back and hand us over to the SVR. He knew I’d
hide it in the warehouse if we were captured. All he had to do was
find it. Then she’d pay to get it back. And we would vanish
into the Russian penal system. No honor among thieves.”

Monique fell asleep
looking at the huge diamond ring he’d bought her earlier that
day.

The end.

If you
enjoyed this ebook and want me to keep writing more, please leave a
review of it on the Amazon Kindle store (the page where you bought
it). By doing so you'll allow me more time to write these books for
you as they'll get more exposure. So thank you. :)

Hi
there. As a special thank you for buying this ebook, for a limited
time I want to send you another one completely
free
of charge
directly
to your email! You can get it by clicking the cover below or
going
here
:

Direct
link:
www.saucyromancebooks.com/love-bwwm-romance-books

This book is so
exclusive you can't even buy it. When you download it I'll also send
you updates when new books like this are available.

Now, if you enjoyed
the book you just read, please leave a positive review of it on
Amazon. It'll help get it out there a lot more and mean I can
continue writing these books for you. So thank you. :)