Trained for Seduction (27 page)

“Jesus, Jake, didn’t you tell her you were wired?” Chase snapped into his headset, so deeply in pain, his cock throbbing now.

Jake turned Kate’s head to the other side of his and kissed her neck. Then he sat back, and began to unbutton her shirt. They wanted to make sure the guards knew immediately they were unarmed, unwired. Jake would dispose of his ear piece the moment the team saw movement on the border.

“Oh my God, I just won the pool. Fucking pink bra.”

“You people bet way too much,” Chase said through his teeth, loving her bra, hating the way Jake’s hand cupped her breast as he kissed her again. Then her fingers worked at his buttons, and she kneaded his chest, raking her nails lightly across his nipples.

“Movement on the border, sir, to the east.”

“Movement, to your right,” Chase relayed, his heart pounding, and not just from the show he was getting. “They’ve stopped. They’re taking aim.”

Jake responded by unbuttoning her pants. Alarms went off in Chase’s head as he watched his best friend slide his hand down his girl’s pants, into her panties, and so obviously into her pussy. But the guards lowered their guns and took a knee, obviously intent on watching the show instead of killing them.

Kate threw her head back and moaned, eyes still closed. Then she leaned forward, her mouth brushing Jake’s ear on the microphone side. “Chase,” she whispered, her voice full of longing.

Chase almost came, knowing she was thinking of him as Jake touched her.

And then all eyes in the tent turned to Chase, and he wished he could control the redness creeping up his neck. So not the way he wanted the team to find out. “Eyes on the monitors,” he commanded.

They all turned back, and one of the team muttered, “There goes the rest of fucking pool.”

“That’s what you get for never putting my name in the hat.” Served them right, bastards. Then he pointed to the monitors. He pressed the button and radioed to Jake, “They’re still watching. Two, on the right.”

Jake kissed her harder, and then said in a loud enough voice, “You’re so wet.”

She froze. Blinked. And looked at Jake with growing horror. “You’re not—”

“Going to make you come out here? Of course I am.”

“Fuck, Jake, what are you doing?” Fear took hold of Chase. She was close to blowing their cover. So close. And so close to coming, her eyes glazed, her mouth open. He knew the look. “Get her back in the game. Right now.”

Jake kissed her lips, quickly. “I don’t care if you’re thinking of him. You’re here, with me, now. Let me love you. To death.”

The death part cleared the fog from her eyes, and she closed them as Jake kissed her harder, firmer, his hand sliding her jeans down her ass, making it easier for his hand to make her come.

She shook her head. “Jake.”

Chase was frantic. They couldn’t blow their cover, but he didn’t want this to happen, either. “Jake, finish. That’s an order, before the guards get restless.” The guards looked anything but restless, their eyes glued to the couple. But Chase feared they’d suspect, so he said, “Tell her it’s part of the plan. I command it.”

Jake slid his mouth to her ear and whispered very softly, “Chase wants you to come. Now.”

“I hate him,” she hissed and came, her face beautiful in ecstasy.

She didn’t hate him any more than he hated himself.

“Roll, now,” Chase commanded hoarsely. “They’re coming for you. Good luck, my friend.”

Jake rolled with Kate, and Chase knew he took that second to ditch the earpiece. Kate was on top now, looking down at him, knowing this was the signal that the guards were moving. Her blonde hair obscured her face from view. And then the guards came out of hiding.

“Get up,” one guard commanded.

She looked at the guard and lifted her hands, still straddling Jake, her breasts heaving as she surrendered. He motioned with the gun for her to move, so she did, standing on shaky legs.

“Honey? What’s going on here?” she said, her voice trembling. Chase didn’t know if her fear was real or faked, but he was convinced.

“Pretty girl, why are you with the stupid American?” That one kicked Jake in the ribs. “Get up, asshole American.”

“Honey?” she said on the edge of hysteria. “Are you okay?” The panic in her voice was enough to make Chase want to throw up.

Jake rose, his hands in the air, and Chase knew the concern on his face wasn’t faked. “I’m sorry, darlin’, but I think our picnic is over.”

The guard slammed Jake in the back with the butt of his rifle. “Your boyfriend is a stupid fool. Too bad for you, pretty girl.”

“Don’t hurt him,” Kate warned, and Chase wanted to scream for her to shut up. He knew that tone. She was on the edge.

Kate’s guard laughed and leaned in. She was the same height but he outweighed her by quite a bit. “What are you going to do, pretty girl?” He ran a finger along her cheek and grabbed her chin so she had to stare into his eyes. “If my boss doesn’t want you, maybe I could have you. Would you like to play rough with me, pretty girl?”

Just when Chase thought she’d break and blow the whole thing, she whispered, “There’s a price for everything.”

The guard smiled, slowly, like a wolf in a hen house. He released her chin. “What’s your price?”

“Don’t,” Jake warned, and his guard slammed the butt of his gun into his side again.

Kate looked the guard up and down, as if assessing him. “Treat my asshole boyfriend right, and I’ll reward you.”

“Yes? How.”

She reached up and traced a finger along the guard’s lips. Chase tensed, not knowing what game she was playing, but oh, did she ever like to play with fire. “I’ll make you scream for release in every language you know.”

“Don’t!” Jake warned again, and the guard hit him with the back of his hand. Chase expected her to react as Jake righted himself, blood running from the corner of his mouth. But she held her ground and merely glared at the abusive guard.

“You, too, don’t treat him that way. Not if you want what I have to offer.” She ran her hands over her pink bra, touching her nipples, then she slowly buttoned her shirt, her eyes never leaving the guards. “Do I make myself clear?”

Jake’s guard licked his lips. “Who are you to bargain?”

She then fixed her jeans, and when she was finished, she crossed her arms over her chest. So calm, so cool. Chase had never been prouder of her.

“A willing woman is more fun. How nice you treat my boyfriend determines how much I give. How willing I am. And you just saw how willing I am, for the asshole. Imagine how willing I can be, for you,” she whispered.

Chase swore a pin could have dropped in the tent. Every man was on the edge of his seat. He didn’t know if she was smart or stupid for this, but at least she was laying the groundwork for Jake to get decent treatment. Until they discovered who he was, that is.

“Then we should get back and give your boyfriend the deluxe cell.” The guard motioned for her to walk. She didn’t put her hands in the air. She held them by her sides and walked like she was a model on the runway.

The guards followed, hypnotized, until one realized he should really be in a little more control of Jake. He jabbed Jake in the back with the barrel of the gun, Jake put his hands in the air, and off they went.

“That’s it.” Chase rubbed his hand over his face. He didn’t know what to think at this point. “On standby until the bomb is triggered. We’ll monitor the borders just in case Kate can’t get the bomb in place. We’ll need to call for extraction if that happens.”

“I don’t know if I should be envious of you, sir, or wish you luck.”

Chase didn’t know, either. He was so proud, so in love, so…scared. If she died, that’s what his last memory of her would be. Fucking hot. So scary smart. And then he smiled. If she died, it would be with honor. A part of him had feared she’d be afraid, she’d be weak. She was anything but, and he loved her more for it. As her boss, he wouldn’t want it any other way.

Chase sat in the chair and put his feet up on the chair in front of him. Ready to wait. “Don’t envy me, Ryan. She still has to come home. And I think she’ll have no problem handing me my ass after today.”

The walk to the compound wasn’t far, and Kate knew she could easily run the distance to the extraction point in the allotted time. For once, she was grateful for all the running they had made her do. They entered a simple, two-story home through the ground floor. The area was an unused sort of rec room, with a makeshift prison cell in the corner.

The guards shoved Kate first into the cell and then Jake. They locked the door and walked away, keys jingling.

“We’ll be back for you later, pretty girl,” one called over his shoulder with a leer that made her shudder.

“Where are you going?” Kate demanded, glad they were leaving. She couldn’t act the hussy any longer. She turned to Jake, the adrenaline feeding her anger. “Anderson, this is your fault.”

“Me?” He put his hands on his chest and looked innocent, a trickle of blood still at the corner of his mouth.

It was the innocence that got her. He was supposed to be her friend, not the person who fingerfucked her and destroyed what little relationship she had with Chase.

“Yes, you,” she said on a hiss. And then she hauled back and hit him square in the jaw, as hard as she could.

Jake groaned and sank to the ground, holding his face. “Sweetheart. Why?”

“Oh, that hurt.” She shook out her hand, the pain blinding but also serving to drink up some of the adrenaline she had surging. Now she knew why men fought. “You never said hitting someone like that would hurt.”

“There are reasons we don’t do more than spar. That’s one.” He leaned back against the wall, still on the floor. He groaned as he crossed his legs at the ankle and looked up at her. “So why did you hit me?”

“That was for making me come.” She took the steps forward, arms crossed over her chest, and straddled his legs, looming over him. Embarrassment heated her cheeks, and she glanced away, hating the pity in his eyes.

“I hope you don’t hit Chase like that. As much as the two of you go at it, he’d be black and blue for making you come.”

She kicked him half-heartedly with the inside of her foot. “How do you know that?”

“I know Chase.” He raised his hands in surrender. “Don’t hit me again. We lived together for a bit. I know he’s horny as hell.”

“In Paris.”

“Yeah.”

Ooh, Jake had mentioned Paris in the office. Her embarrassment waned just a bit. “So what happened?”

“You have to ask him about that. I’m sworn to secrecy.”

Spies and their secrets. Kate snorted and stepped away from Jake. The cell was small, with a pail in one corner, probably for whatever needs they may have. Jake’s long legs stretched across the entire area. She had to step over his feet to lean against the bars of the cell, the metal cool against her cheek as she looked down on him. “You crossed the line, Anderson. You took it too far. Chase is going to hate us.”

“No, he’s not.” She gave him an arched brow, and he said, “I know, because you sorta whispered his name in my earpiece when I shoved my hand down your pants.”

“Oh my,” she whispered, horrified. The whole team now knew she was sleeping with Chase. “He’s going to be so pissed. You, he’s going to kill, and I hope he doesn’t choose to snipe you. I hope he kills you with his bare hands. But he’ll hate me even more. We should just bag this and let them kill us, right now.”

“Shh, calm down, sweetheart.” He patted his chest. “Come rest. Chase will be doubly pleased, because he won the pool the entire team set up.”

Kate sank to the ground near Jake, still refusing to give in and put her head anywhere near his chest. Even if that’s what she wanted to do. Put her head down and sob. “He won? What? Why?”

Jake nodded. “Half the team bet you were sleeping with me, the other half that you weren’t but would definitely after this mission, and there was a side bet on what color bra you were wearing today. I think Ryan won that one.”

“They bet on my bra color? Oh, my God, you men are pigs.” She ran a hand through her hair and pulled it into a ponytail. “So how did he win?”

“I put his name in the hat.” Jake tossed up his hands in defense. “He gets pissy because they never put his name down for these things. He’s the boss. They’re not supposed to bet on him. But I knew I had a sure thing, and no one would believe…” Jake shrugged.

“No one would believe? What’s wrong with me that no one would believe?” She was fucking hot now. How dare he?

“Nothing is wrong with you, sweetheart. I’ll bet when we board the plane to go home, every man on the team will have their phone number ready for you, even the married ones. But they don’t expect Chase to play, not at work, not ever. That’s my job.”

Her anger faded to just a niggling sense of pissyness. “How much did he win?”

“Five hundred bucks.”

“He had better take me somewhere really good.”

Jake patted his chest again. “While I’m down here, why don’t you come here, and we’ll rest a bit.”

She looked down the hallway in the direction the guards had gone. “What if they come back?”

“They won’t. It will take time to decide what to do with us.”

Kate lay her head against his chest, exhausted. Though Jake smelled like Chase, his body was nothing like Chase’s. He had a larger frame, his muscles thicker, and his skin tanner from being outside. He put his arm around her shoulder, and she found it hard not to relax against him. She looked up at him with a mock glare. “I’m still really angry with you.”

Jake leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes. “I told you I would only go as far as needed. Unfortunately, the guards had taken aim, so I shoved my hand down your pants. It was that or fuck you—or die.”

“You didn’t have to say I was wet,” she wailed.

“For the guards to believe us, yes, yes I did.” He held her closer. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t want you to die. I didn’t want to die, either, because Chase would have dragged my soul back, stuffed it in my body and killed me again if you died because of me.”

Now Chase thought she was wet for Jake. He’d never believe she was wet for him, even if she did whisper his name. When Jake touched her, she had thought only of Chase, his hands, his mouth. It was the only way she could rationalize kissing Jake. It had worked in Chase’s office, and it had worked today. Only her plan had backfired. “I hate you.”