Read Walker (Bad Boys of X-Ops #1) Online
Authors: Rie Warren
Damn.
She rippled all over my buried meat, trying to make me unload inside her already.
Staying balls deep inside, I ran my hands beneath her, from her swelling clit to her trembling belly. I palmed the globes of her tits then grasped them hard, pinching her nipples.
When she tensed and shivered and hoarsely yelled out, I began charging my cock in and out of her.
I drew Jade higher and higher. Slapping her tits. Using her ass to drive her against me. Yanking her up by her hair until her lips met mine and she bit and hissed and kissed me.
Then I got a really good grip—with one hand on her waist and the other reaching across her back to her shoulder—and rammed her back onto my hefty cock.
She moaned and swore. She shook and took and fucked back savagely.
Jade somehow lowered the base of her spine even more while lifting her shoulders up, creating the perfect arch of her body—feline, feminine, blindingly hot.
Her cunt hummed around me, vibrating in lush pulses as I hammered to her depths.
We fucked like we always did. Raw and primal, powerful as forces of nature. But with love and passion underlying every motion, every gasp, every murmured word for more and harder and
just like that
.
I fucked Jade all the way to the floor until she lay on top of the glossy furs. I knew the soft hairs rubbed just right on her nipples and clit because she writhed beneath me like a wanton woman. Crooking up one of her legs, I held the back of her thigh and rolled in and out of her. Her labia folded around my girth and stretched to hold the bulbous head inside with a wet kiss of her greedy flesh.
I was no less greedy.
“I can never get enough of you,
mahasani
.”
Lacing our fingers together, I pistoned as deep as I could, and holding. Holding. Holding her as that tightly twined force binding us together warped wide open and exploded into ether.
Like flying.
Soaring.
Being.
Alive.
Splinters of fiery sensation burst through me. I unleashed a last round of unsteady thrusts inside Jade as she clamped tighter on my cock. Liquid seed erupted from me, coalescing with her mighty climax.
With my pelvis planted against her ass, my dick deeply embedded inside her, my arms wrapped all the way around her, I rolled us to our sides.
Laughter boiled up inside of me, a smile I couldn’t contain. I grinned against Jade’s neck, biting her tender skin to kickstart her from the
came-so-hard
coma.
“Feisty.” She reached back and smacked my thigh.
“Horny.” I rubbed my leg over hers, pushing on her belly so she felt the hard shaft still buried inside her.
“Insatiable.”
“Always with you.” I released her long enough to withdraw, and snug her to me with her head on my shoulder.
“God, you make me feel good.” I lowered down for a soft brush of a kiss on her lips.
Twirling her fingers through my hair, she gazed at me. “And you make me . . . hungry.”
“And
I’m
insatiable?” Barking a laugh, I jumped up. “Know why I love you, Jade?”
“Because I can use the KA-BAR better than you?” Raising a slim black eyebrow, she lay stretched out and supine on the furs.
What a great fucking image.
“Because you got no filter, and a pretty filthy mind.” Leaning down, I planted a deep kiss on her mouth. Just a little
appetizer
. “And you saved me from myself.”
She captured my hand.
Bringing my knuckles to her lips, she kissed each one. “As you did me.”
Curling my hand around her neck, I dropped my lips to hers again.
Then she sassed with a half-smile. “Still hungry though.”
I rummaged in the kitchen, making a mess of things because all I could think about was her in the other room, glowing and naked and the furs and the fire.
Eventually I assembled a tray of food, grabbed a bottle of wine, and sauntered back in.
Jade sat up. Cross-legged.
Holy hell.
Another hot visual burned into my mind.
“What’s this?” she asked.
“Naked picnic.” I sat across from her, setting down the tray piled with an assortment of fruit and cheese, crusty bread and butter.
A sneaky smile curved the corner of her mouth and lit her eyes. “What are
you
going to eat?”
The woman pulled the tray toward her.
I glanced between her legs, smirking. “You.”
Food passed between us, fed from our hands. Wine went down easy, drunk straight from the bottle.
Jade crouched closer, and I held a slice of succulent peach toward her, just out of reach.
She snapped her teeth at the fleshy fruit, but I jerked it away, stuffing it into my mouth instead.
Her lips slanted against mine and her tongue forayed into my mouth, licking up the last of the juice.
I fed her the next section of peach with very little teasing—the temptation between us already taut and tense. She left the glistening nectar on her lips, and I swooped in to lick the dewdrop of juice from her mouth before it fell to her breasts.
Jade sat up on her knees, dangling a cherry from its stem before I snatched the purple-red fruit between my teeth. I popped the tight skin, and a burst of liquid flowed down my throat. Jade mashed her lips to mine, sucking the last of the pulp from my mouth.
With her hands on my chest, she lapped at my throat, riding a taut tendon with her tongue to the corner of my lips where I held the final section of ripe peach. With a curl of her tongue, she drew the flesh into her mouth, watching with dazzling eyes when a pearl of the fruit’s sweet syrup gushed down to my cock, standing upright and throbbing against my stomach.
I rocked my hips, swearing when the juice coursed down over the helmet of my head.
Jade crawled backward, lowered her face, and lapped her tongue over the sticky sweet trail from the root of my cock to the crown.
My head notched back.
“
Mmm.
Squishy.” She smacked her lips.
“Squishy, woman?” My voice husky, I grabbed my thick rigid cock.
She smiled so brightly. “Maybe I was talking about the peach?”
“
Hmmph.
Better be.”
She set the tray aside. It was so empty there wasn’t a single scrap of food left and it looked like we’d licked the platter clean.
“You know why I love you, Walker?”
“Not really.” I crinkled my brow.
Jade crawled into my lap, the heat of her body matching mine. “Because you believed in me. You let me in.” Bending her forehead against mine, she framed my face in both her hands. “Because deep down inside I knew you’d come for me.”
“Always.” I lowered my lips to hers. “I love you.”
She brought my hand to her heart, looking at our twined fingers. Her slim fingers laced between my darker, larger ones. The beat of her pulse echoed mine.
A tiny frown etched her brow when she flicked her dark green gaze to my eyes. “What now? What happens now?”
I’d wrestled with that very same question since she’d returned to me. The truth was we were both good at our jobs—she at the Ministry, me at T-Zone. This not-quite-honeymoon could only last so long, and there might come a time when our missions put us in opposition again.
I didn’t want to think about it just yet. We had so much more to do together.
“I could just get you pregnant to keep you out of the game.” My fingers skimmed down her body, and I settled her more closely against my hard cock.
“You could.” Jade bit into her bottom lip, flicking flirty eyes to me.
Man, my heart flipped over in my chest. I briefly wondered where my lethal assassin had gone. Until . . .
Jade bounded to her feet. “But you’d have to catch me first!”
Laughing—the both of us—we raced naked through the house. I captured her at the top of the stairs, wrangling her down the hallway to our bed.
Hours later, the soft glow of sunrise swept across the fields outside. The bedding was a rumpled mess and most of the pillows had ended up in a heap on the floor. We hadn’t slept. We’d made love, memorizing each other through every moment.
Time was precious.
We both knew that.
“Would you want that?” Jade asked, tracing the vivid ink of the Thunderbird on my chest.
“What?”
“Babies. Children. With me.”
I sucked in a quick breath, the idea alone making me think of a future. Where we could build a life that had nothing to do with death and danger.
Jade. This ranch. A home. A family.
A future that didn’t end up burned on top of a pyre or plugged full of bullet holes.
“Yeah, Jade. I’d want that.”
“Even after Kimimela and Winona?” she whispered.
“Yes.” Dragging Jade over me, I held her face between my hands. “Why do you think I brought you here? I love you. I want you. However you come, and whatever the outcome.”
“I’ve never though about myself as a mom.” Self-doubt peeked in as she ducked her head. “I’m not sure I’d be good at it.”
“Bullshit. You’re excellent at everything you do.” I tickled her sides. “Except cooking.”
“Arse.”
She settled on top of me, the quiet moment stretching.
“I don’t want to lose you again, Jade.” I tilted up her face. “Whoever we work for, or for however long . . . I’m not losing you.”
“You won’t.” Her stubborn chin jutted out.
“Does this mean I have to marry you to keep you around?”
“You could try.”
“Would you?”
“Whatever happens, with or without a ring, I’m never running from you again, Walker.”
“Good.” I hauled her beneath me. “Because I’d just hunt you down anyway.”
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Foggy Bottom
STORM, WALKER, BANE, AND I had been
ordered
to show our faces at Operations three fucking months after the final shit went down in Beirut.
The room was hidden several levels underground in the heart of DC. Smack dab in the hub of the US government, even though T-Zone wasn’t officially recognized by the POTUS, Congress, the Senate, and definitely not by Homeland Security or their international counterpart, the OSCE.
To enter the facility we had to scan our thumbprints—no one but Feebs carried official ID badges these days—go through the TSA-style X-RAY, and log in our weapons on the terminal under the number assigned to each of us.
Everything was computer activated. No muss. No fuss. The kind of shit that gave me wet dreams.
What?
Before T-Zone recruited me, I’d always wanted to be a
hacktivist
.
Gears and guns got Storm off.
Walker? Explosives. Obviously.
Bane liked to plug people full of holes, when he wasn’t patching folks up. The dude had issues.
As for me, I was into cyberspace and the way the worldwide web influenced the world of politics. Take Majedah Chehab’s case. I’d dropped the audio of her
charming
husband’s confession into the inboxes of a few influential underground groups in a handful of strategic countries, and the rest was remade history.
Majedah exonerated.
Qasim Hassan implicated.
Peoples’ fortunes and fates could change with just one press of a button, one leaked lie spun as the truth, or a stupid one-hundred-and-forty-character tweet about a celeb faux pas.
In this day and age, that kind of power in the wrong hands was goddamn dangerous.
I arrived first at the T-Zone location. I found my favorite seat around the long oval table and tapped another thumb scanner to bring a screen up in front of me. Op T-Zone’s logo blazed out from the monitor. I punched in my code to load my case files and swiped through them.
Tripoli, Islamabad, Jordan, Beirut . . .
Walker strolled into the room, the door closing automatically with a silent
whoosh
of air. He looked loose-boned and happy as hell. As happy as Walker ever got, anyway. A nasty plastics expert with a dry sense of humor, he’d been a grim motherfucker when I’d met him more than a year ago. By reputation, Walker was not a fan of new people, so I’d had my work cut out for me after his former partner, Hunter, had cut bait and cut loose from T-Zone.
I stood, and we clasped hands.
“Hey. So guess who I saw in Mt. Pleasant?” Walker asked.
“No idea. Santa freakin’ Claus?”
“Don’t be a schmuck, Major Douchewad.” He lifted his hand to crack me on the side of the skull, but I twisted his arm behind his back.
“Wasn’t a Major. I was Gunnery Sergeant.” I grunted when Walker struggled against my hold.
He wrestled free with a slick twist of his limbs. “Ran into Bo Maverick.”
“No shit? Captain Maverick? How’s he doing?”
“Seeing a shrink and hating every single second of it.”
I chuckled. “Sounds about right. Think he’ll make it?”
“About as well as any of us do.”
“Yeah. I guess you could say my
reentry
into civilian life was a failure.” Shaking my head, I sat back down.
“Bo’s trying though. Trying Hunter’s patience.” Walker laughed. “But someone’s gotta take over that job now that I’m all adjusted and shit.”
I looked Walker up and down. “I have to admit, un-marriage looks good on you, man.”
The long braid down his back was black as the baddest sin when he edged a hip to the table. “You should try it, Jus. Any more international conquests and I swear to
fuck
there will be no more prison breaks for you.”
“Did someone say prison break?” Storm strode inside, raking his hands through the dark hair sweeping his shoulders.
He twitched an eyebrow, highlighting the deep scar bisecting it.
“
Prison Break
.” Bane shouldered through the door. “Good show.”
And with that one sentence the man who preferred taking action to using his words had already almost completed his speaking quota for the day.
The four of us had been on paid leave of absence while the whole Majedah Chehab mission had been picked over by every single analyst in T-Z. Total waste of energy and nothing short of bikeshedding in my opinion. But hey, if the Talking Heads—what I liked to call the stuffed suits who rode desks in some other part of the building we had no access to—wanted to go over every morsel of intel we’d uncovered while the rest of us got the real shit done, more power to them.
We all hoped the reason we’d been called in today was to get put back in the field. Not another wrist-slap from the nameless, faceless higher-ups. It was late June, and we’d been sitting on our asses so long I bet I wasn’t the only one close to committing hari-kari just to release the pent-up energy.
This whole up-close-and-personal thing was entirely new since Blaize had taken charge of our team. Unlike our last commander who simply called himself Mr. X—
really
—
Mizz
Blaize Carmichael was all hands-on.
Bet Storm wanted her to be hands on with him. The smooth bayou bad boy almost choked on his tongue every time she walked into the war room.
He had no problem working that tongue right now in an effort to get the scuttlebutt on my latest jail time. He slid into a chair across from me, fingers steepled to press against his dimple-dented chin.
“What wassat about you and prison again?” Storm’s words slid out in his lazy Louisiana accent like a freakin’ pirogue rolling along the bayou.
I blamed the behind-bars bullshit in Singapore on Blaize and our probation. Bored and restless, I’d flown overseas, hooked up with a sexy model-type, and ended up in the slammer while my come was still warm inside the condom.
How the hell was I supposed to know the woman was married to the Deputy Commissioner of the Singapore Police Force? I had really bad fucking luck with the ladies, an even worse reputation for getting my cock off at inappropriate times. I’d probably end up screwing Putin’s mistress next.
The chick had been hot in the sack, though. And she’d momentarily relieved the itch, the loneliness, the nothingness that swallowed all possibility of restful sleep at night.
The
itch
had multiplied while I’d rotted in a jail cell—probably got a case of fucking lice waiting for Walker to save my ass.
He and Jade had showed . . . three dull days later.
Assholes.
Walker’s guise that time had been that of shit-hot lawyer, Jade’s a fancy diplomat working on my behalf.
When fast-talking or the threat of fake litigation hadn’t worked, Walker had simply blown a hole in the exterior wall.
Big surprise.
I scratched my chin, looking around at Storm, Bane, and Walker. “Had a little problem in Singapore. Jade and Walker helped me out.”
“Helped you out?” Walker planted his boots on the table, popping his knuckles.
“Broke me out.” I pulled my phone from my pocket, thumbing through pictures. “But can you fucking blame me?”
I showed the dudes the woman’s latest selfie on Instagram. Not that I stalked my conquests or ever contacted them again after the one night easy-lay layover in any given country. But I was a fuckin’ guy, after all.
“You did her?” Walker asked.
“Three times. One night.” I didn’t brag much, either.
“Unreal tits.” Storm squinted at the screen.
“Unreal is right. Implants. Season Six,
Nip/Tuck
.” Bane folded his arms across his chest. “Stopped watching after that shit.”
Walker sat, chuckling at his phone as it dinged with a message. “I told Jade you’re boasting. She’s not impressed, and she says she’s not gonna have your back again.”
After all the crap we’d gone through with Jade in Beirut, Hell’s Kitchen, Beirut again, and then Singapore, I’d started to like the woman who worked for the British Special War Ministry.
“
Huh
.” Leaning my elbows on the table, I asked Walker, “Did she get my thank you gift?”
I’d sent her a battle-ready, katana clay-tempered samurai sword sheathed in a custom-made, glossy green saya. All the rage for ladies, or at least one of Jade Huntington’s hardcore caliber.
“She did.” He smirked. “Wasn’t as good as Madge’s.”
“The fuck you say.” Consider my curiosity sparked. “Majedah sent you guys something?”
“Oh yeah.” Walker sat back with a secret smile.
“What?” Storm pressed for the info.
Flipping up a photo on his phone, Walker proudly displayed a mud-splattered, formerly fancy-looking sedan that was
allll
the hell beat up.
“That hunk of metal?” The corner of Bane’s lip curled up.
“2015 Bentley Continental GT V88. Looked a damn sight better before Jade and I took it drag racing all over the ranch.” Walker’s wistful smile broadened into a grin. “And other things.”
“Jade, you say?” Storm squinted his blue eyes. “Can’t believe you’re really still putting it to her.”
Walker glared. “You better fucking watch what you say about her, man, before I rearrange your brains inside that thick skull of yours.”
Storm’s squint turned frosty and a muscle clenched in his jaw.
“
Sleeping with the Enemy
.” Bane was seriously talkative tonight, and asking for trouble if Walker was serious with the threats.
“She’s not the enemy anymore,” uttering through clenched teeth, Walker rose to his full height, planting his hands on the table in front of him. “Never really was.”
“Oh yeah,
hombre
? What about that time in Somalia?” Storm met his stance from across the table. “How many times did you say you were gonna kill her?”
“Moot fucking point, Storm. We’re in love.”
“So she’s staying with the SWM.” Storm went at it like a dog with a bone.
He probably just needed to get laid.
“Yeah. She is.”
“Nice.
Mr. & Mrs. Smith
much?” Bane grunted.
“Jade’s way hotter than Angelina Jolie,” I mentioned.
Then Walker turned his
not-impressed
stare on me.
“So anyway, the food in the Singapore Slinger tasted like four dicks of death.” I made nicey-nice, trying to cut the raw tension building to detonation point in the room.
We might be unarmed, but hand-to-hand combat was as familiar to us as breathing, and it probably wouldn’t be a savvy idea to be in the middle of a blood-soaked brawl when Blaize finally showed.
With a hand cranked to Walker’s shoulder, I towed him back to his seat.
Thankfully, he took the hint.
“Four dicks of death?” He relaxed with an arm flung over the back of his chair. “Sounds like an STD gone wild through mutation. Right, Storm? You’d know all about that.”
“Fuck you,” Storm gritted out. “Next time I drop you in the hot zone it’ll be another HAHO jump for you.”
Walker’s face blanched. “I hate heights.”
“I know.” Storm’s scarred eyebrow—the one that made him look all the more menacing—rose to an evil angle and matched his sinister laugh.
Chuckling to myself, I pulled a battered notebook from my backpack. I flicked the cap off a pen and started making notes.
“What you scribblin’ there?” Walker angled his head in my direction.
“I’m writing a book.” I crooked my forearm over the notebook containing my scrawling, slanted-off-the-side handwriting. “Selling you bastards out about our ops. Instant
NYT
Bestseller shit. It’s the way to go, didn’t you know?”
“You wanna get murdered in your sleep?” Storm asked.
“I don’t sleep.” I wrote another line. “Besides, this is my get-rich-quick scheme.”
“Why don’t you just hack into Wall Street and make some easy millions?” Walker tapped a finger on the table.
“Because that’s cheating the system.”
“And you’re such a fucking a Boy Scout?” Storm tag-teamed on me.
Bane snatched the leather-bound folio from my hands.
He scanned the page I’d been working on. “Bullshit. This is porn.”
Walker perked up. “Lemme have a look.”
Bane skidded the book across the table.
“Damn.” Whistling, Walker shook his head. “That’s some smut you got there.”
“Smut?” Storm scratched his stubbled jaw.
“What’s that got to do with us and our missions?”
“Speak for yourself,” I muttered testily.
Storm reached for the notebook and scanned back several pages. “But where’s the plot?”