Chapter 12
I couldn’t take my eyes off Tatiana.
Hands down the most beautiful woman I’d laid eyes on.
But when she came out of my room after dinner with a pair of black cargos on, black boots, and a tight-fitting tee, I nearly swallowed my tongue.
When she strapped on a SERPA thigh rig and holstered her Sig, my dick jerked in my pants.
And when she strapped on a bullet-proof tac vest, precome leaked from my dick and I was sure there was a wet spot.
Her hair was pulled up in a high ponytail, leaving her sexy neck exposed for my viewing pleasure.
And it was a pleasure. I couldn’t wait to suck and nibble on the soft skin around her throat and neck.
Dec gave her an ear piece, and after a comm check, we’d be ready to roll.
Now we were less than a quarter mile to the warehouse where the Bitoos were holed up and Declan, Thad, Kyle, and Max had broken away to get into their positions, leaving Tatiana and me to walk the last bit by ourselves.
The area wasn’t particularly shit nor was it a nicer part of Bahrain. The building was waterfront, though there were no boat docks. As we approached the industrial park, I was happy to see it was deserted.
“Set and ready,” Kyle informed the team.
“Sixty feet and closing in,” Declan returned. “Team two, you in position?”
“Affirmative. Waiting for the green light,” I answered.
“You good?” I asked Tatiana.
“Yep.”
She had her weapon up and was scanning the area.
There should’ve been nothing sexy about her appearance.
Her curves were hidden behind tactical gear, a balaclava covered her beautiful face, and a bulletproof brain bucket hid her shiny long hair.
Nothing outwardly appealing, yet she was turning me on like no other woman ever had.
“Breach.” Declan came through my comms once again.
I waited for the heavy breathing of a firefight and the telltale sounds of rapid gunfire. Nothing. Silence as they made their way clearing the building. The only communication was them calling in “clear” as they went. Something wasn’t right.
“Sniper, you got anything?” I asked Kyle.
“Negative.”
“We got blood,” Max announced.
“Team two, you’re clear to move in.”
Tatiana nodded from beside me, allowing me to take the lead, and we covered the last of the distance to the building.
I could feel her at my back matching me step for step as we moved at a fast clip.
We entered the door the team used, bringing us into a small but empty room.
Off to the right there were three doors, all open.
Max and Declan were standing in the doorway of one of the rooms and Thad was at the back door. Blood was everywhere.
We were too late.
“Fuck,” Tatiana mumbled. “Totally fucked.”
“Looks like one was taken out there.” Declan pointed to a pool of blood on the cement floor, the splatter on the wall suggesting he was correct. “One in the first room.”
“The others?”
That only accounted for the possibility that two out of the five brothers had been shot. With no bodies there was no way to confirm.
“Fuck, man, you got me. This room is a mess.” He gestured to the room he was standing in front of.
I broke away from Tatiana and peeked inside. He wasn’t lying. It looked like a massacre had taken place. The stench of coppery blood was thick in the air.
“There’s only four drag smears,” Tatiana noted.
We turned to look and she was correct. Four very distinct blood trails led to the back door.
“Sniper, how’s the back look?” Declan asked.
“You’re clear.”
Thad opened the back door, trying but failing not to step in the blood as he stepped out. Max, Declan, and Tatiana followed and I pulled up the rear. The blood trail continued the short distance to the water’s edge. The drop down wasn’t very far, maybe three feet into the shallow water.
“Got one,” Dec called in.
Timothee Bitoo was floating below, face up.
It took less than ten minutes to find the other four Bitoos all suffering their brother’s fate.
It would’ve been considered a good night, someone else coming in and doing the dirty work of disposing of the brothers, but Tatiana didn’t get the interrogation she needed and the tablets were not in the building.
Neither was anything else helpful. So all in all it was a bust. We got nothing.
The drive back to the compound was silent. Tatiana sat next to me and I could feel her annoyance rolling off of her in waves.
We were pulling into the compound when she finally spoke. “Have you talked to Zane about me going to Saudi Arabia with you?”
“He mentioned it. But the details haven’t been worked out yet,” Dec answered.
He had spoken to the team about the possibility of Tatiana staying with us for a while.
The team had a meeting and discussed her continued presence.
Zane wouldn’t entertain the idea unless the team agreed and felt like she’d add value to the mission.
Everyone gave their okay and volleyed the decision back to our boss.
“What details?”
Tatiana was going to be pissed. It might’ve made me a pussy but I was pleased I wasn’t the one having to explain what the details were.
“We’ll discuss them when we get inside.”
Nothing further was said as we exited the car and each of us removed our boots before we entered the house.
We may’ve been a team of mercenaries, but no one, not even us, wanted brain matter and blood tracked into the house.
Tatiana made a beeline to the bedroom. She was already in a bad mood and irritated.
No doubt she was going to be a whole lot more of both of those things, but I followed.
All my shit was still in the room and I needed a shower and a change of clothes.
She had her tac vest off and tossed on the bed when I entered the room. Her eyebrow lifted in question as she unbuckled her thigh holster.
“Sorry, Doll, only shower downstairs.”
I made my way through the bedroom, into the bathroom and started to undress. The area was so small I had to unload my gear and dump it in the sink. Christ, I missed man-sized American bathrooms. I was down to my boxer briefs when Tatiana filled the doorway.
“Do you know what the details are?” she asked.
So maybe she wouldn’t be pissed I was invading what I told her was going to be her room.
“Zane didn’t discuss the particulars but I can guess.”
“And what’s your guess?”
“Can we do this after I shower?”
“What, you can’t multitask?”
Oh, I could multitask. I took her in and noted the challenging glint in her eye. Game on. I dropped my underwear, gave her my back, and turned the taps on, before I turned back to talk to her.
“My guess would be Zane wants more background intel on you.”
“Why?”
I had to hand it to her. Her eyes hadn’t dropped below my chest. She was fighting it though. I had no issue standing in front of her nude. She could take in her fill and I’d be perfectly comfortable with her doing so.
“Why?” I returned, stepping in the shower, not bothering to close the clear plastic curtain.
“Yes. Why? I’ve told you everything you need to know.”
“You didn’t scratch the surface, Doll. The team vote was to bring you along. Zane will take that into consideration but only after he gets a full work-up on you and The Company. No chance in hell is he sending you in with us without knowing who you work for.”
I lathered the soap in my hands and went to work washing the sweat and stench away when she appeared within touching distance. And she looked just as mad as I knew she’d be.
“Leon Brown will never give him the information he’s after,” she informed me. “I should cut out now so I can figure out my next move.”
My soapy hand grabbed her bicep before she could leave. Her eyes dropped to where I was holding her and I waited for her to demand I let go. Her gaze snapped to mine but instead of seeing irritation, I saw heavy lids and heat shining back.
“You’d be surprised what Zane Lewis can find out.”
The way she was looking at me, I didn’t think she comprehended what I’d said. She was back to daydreaming. Fantasizing. And on that thought, my dick swelled. I gave her arm a tug and to my surprise she stepped forward, fully clothed into the shower.
Her body collided with mine and I wasted no time.
My mouth was on hers and she immediately opened.
This kiss was no less forceful than the first, but it had a hint of familiarity to it.
Her tongue brushed mine and it was like it was welcoming me home.
This time I didn’t stop myself from touching her.
My hands were everywhere. I ripped her shirt off, forcing her hands up as the fabric cleared her head.
I tossed the cotton aside and moments later her bra followed.
My head bent and I latched onto a pink nipple.
One hand on her ass, the other curled around her ponytail pulling her head back, making her arch her chest.
“You’ve got great tits, Doll,” I muttered before moving to the other side.
Her hands were steadily working, trying to get her pants off. Once they were around her ankles and she was kicking them loose, her hands moved to my ass and she squeezed. I moaned against her skin before I lifted my head and slammed my lips back onto hers.
I wanted to taste and touch every part of her. I couldn’t get enough. I’d never wanted to fuck a woman so badly, yet I also wanted to take my time and savor everything about her. Fast. Slow. Now. Later. I couldn’t make up my mind. I wanted it all. Now and later. Fast then slow.
One of her hands moved between us. There was nothing gentle in the way she fisted my dick.
Small fingers wrapped around my shaft and violently jerked.
It should’ve been painful but it was raw and needful.
I shoved her panties to the side and found treasure.
Hot, slick, wet treasure. I slipped a finger inside, pulled out, and slid back in two.
She stroked my dick and I fingered her pussy until we were both moaning our pleasure.
I pulled my hand away, hitched her leg high, and waited. She guided the tip of my dick to her opening and I slammed home.
“Christ,” I moaned.
“Brooks.” Her moan was breathy but no less demanding.
The sweet sound of sex filled the bathroom, coupled with the sound of water splashing between us. Hard. Fast. Heaven. So damn good, the lukewarm water doing nothing to cool my heated skin. My body was on fire, my entire being solely focused on the feel of her as she took me.
“Please don’t stop,” she begged.
“I can feel you, Tatiana. You’re there. Come on, baby. Come with me.”
I pounded into her the best I could in the small space I was provided. Later, I’d take my time, enjoy making her squirm and scream. For now, it was a race to completion. Her pussy was contracting, threatening to unman me.
“Brooks! Oh, shit. Oh, God. There.”
“Mouth,” I growled and she leaned forward to kiss me.
I swallowed her groans as she fell over the edge. Three strokes later I planted deep and joined her.
I didn’t break the kiss for a long time, letting us both come down from our shared ecstasy. When she finally pulled back, her features were gentled and her eyes soft and I knew I’d been right. There wasn’t much a man wouldn’t give to have that look. I was so fucked.