Chapter Six
Cameron
I FOLLOWED TESS down the hallway and into her bedroom.
Jesus, my dick was rock hard, and when she’d wrapped her sweet mouth around it, I’d almost come right then and there, but I needed a way to make this last. Fuck me, I’d never met anyone like her.
She was gorgeous, confident, sexy as all get out, and fuckin’ smart.
There was nothing I wanted more than to bury my dick inside of her.
Once inside the bedroom, she undressed quickly and again, fuck, I needed to get a hold of myself.
Jesus. Full tits, soft and curvy in all the right places, I loved that she wasn’t rail thin, I slid my hand to her neck and gently pulled her close to me, kissing her gently. “You are fucking gorgeous.”
Without a response, she settled herself on the mattress where I grasped the back of her thighs, yanking her forward so her legs fell open. I then dropped to my knees and buried my face in her pussy. It was the single greatest thing I’d ever done in my life.
With a quiet mew, she wrapped her legs around my shoulders, drawing me deeper and I ate her, sucking her clit, fucking her with my tongue, licking her mound. She’d obviously just waxed because she was smooth like porcelain, and I worked my way around her pussy until she was soaked.
She panted and gasped, bucking under my mouth, and it wasn’t long before she was writhing, her fingers tight in my hair, her cries loud in the room, coming. And doing it hard.
I knifed up, wiping the back of my hand on my mouth before flipping her to her stomach.
“Hurry,” Tess bit out.
I moved behind her and let out a quiet grunt. “Spread.”
She did as I demanded, and my dick jerked in reaction.
“Wallace—”
“Call me Noah,” I pressed. “We have to get used to those names.”
“Noah, please,” she begged, and I lost all resolve to take things slow.
I grasped her hip in one hand, my cock in the other, positioning before thrusting in, and I watched her pussy take me.
Fuck.
Her body swayed with the effort, but I was buried to the root, and I knew as long as I lived, I’d never forget the feeling of Tess’s wet, tight heat.
I closed my eyes at the flawless agony of knowing this was all a ruse and yet, the best sex I’d ever had. I couldn’t have stopped it if I’d tried and now I wanted it to continue.
And it would.
For the next hour, I fucked her rough and deep, soft and sweet, curving my body over hers, hand in the bed beside her, face in her neck, hearing her excitement. And smelling the sweetness of her hair, feeling the response to what I was giving her, how much she was loving it.
I drove my other hand between her legs and worked her. I gave her everything I had. It took everything out of me to hold back as I gave her a second, then didn’t let myself go until she had her third.
“Oh my god,” she breathed out. “Ca—uh, Noah.”
I chuckled. “You need more?”
“I don’t think I’d survive more.”
I pulled out and rolled onto my back. “Give me a second and I’ll get something to clean us up with.”
“Can I ask you a personal question?”
“I just had my face in your pussy, pretty sure you’ve earned that right.”
She rolled to face me, head in her palm. “How many partners have you had?”
“Not as many as you might think.”
She met my eyes and waited for me to answer.
“Before you. Six.”
Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open. “Wait, seriously?”
“Seriously. Had a high school girlfriend that was my first. That lasted our junior and senior years. In college, I had two serious girlfriends.” I shrugged.
“Then three, I guess you could say hook ups, and now, you. If you ask my family, they think I’ve fucked my way through half of the Pacific Northwest, but that’s because of, well, you know… undercover and shit.”
“That’s your cover?” she asked.
“Yeah. I work construction with my brothers until my handler calls. Then I have to come up with another reason to reschedule or plain ol’ flake out on them.”
“Wow, that must be hard,” she said.
“Yeah.”
“I hope you can work all that out soon,” she said.
I nodded. “What do you tell your family?”
“They think I’m a Hollywood film location scout.”
“Are you serious? That’s your cover?”
“Sure is,” she replied. “Right now, my family thinks I’m in Europe, scouting for an upcoming documentary.
Of course, I can never disclose too much about where I am or what movie I’m working on because of non-disclosure agreements.
Of course, later on, after certain movies or documentaries come out, I tell my friends and family that, ‘I worked on that.’”
“Hasn’t anyone ever checked the credits for your name and noticed it was missing?”
Tess smiled wide. “That’s the best part.
Twenty-five years ago, the Agency created a scouting company called Locations Global Limited, along with a couple dozen blank employee identities.
The Agency is in cooperation with several major film studios, who will insert the name of Locations Global Limited, and any necessary officer name who is in need of a cover story. ”
“So, you’re telling me that the name Tess St. Marks actually appears in the credits of actual Hollywood films as a location scout?”
“Twelve films and counting.”
“Ones I would have seen?”
“Silent Tuesday, Return to Morgan’s Creek, Dominator Part Four, When Shadows Fall. Not the original of course, but the remake with Melody Morgan.”
“Shit, that’s way better than the weak ass cover story I fell into.”
“Sometimes I wish location scouting was my real job,” Tess said. “I love what I do but wonder sometimes about what a normal life would feel like.”
I laughed.
“What’s so funny?”
“Sorry, I wasn’t laughing at what you said, just the idea that being on the road in the Hollywood movie industry seems normal in comparison to our real jobs and lives.”
“Wow, you’re right.”
“Can I ask you something?” I asked.
“You just did,” she replied.
I chuckled. “You’ve worked for the Company how long again?”
“Five years.”
“So, not that much longer than me.”
“That’s right.”
“How the fuck did you make GS-15 so fast?” She cocked her head. “Respectfully, but seriously how?”
“I was on Junebug.”
“Holy shit. Are you serious?”
Operation Junebug was carried out a little over a year ago and had already become the stuff of legends within the agency.
“Serious as my Uncle Donny’s next heart attack.”
“You guys were the ones who got El Glotón. Holy fuckin’ shit.”
Ramondo “El Glotón” Chavez was the most successful drug lord in the history of Ecuador.
So successful that his empire rivaled that of neighboring Colombia.
And he was as slippery as he was rich. Remaining elusive to the ATF, FBI, and Interpol.
Evading capture and avoiding prosecution year after year.
Finally, the Company was tasked with devising a plan to capture El Glotón and Operation Junebug was launched.
An eight-person extraction team was sent into Ecuador and seventy-two hours later, El Glotón was in US custody.
“I was on the team that located and apprehended El Glotón,” Tess corrected me. “After that, I was bumped from a GS-12 to a 15 and given my pick of assignments.”
“And you chose Russia?”
“I chose to take down Ilya Petrakov before he becomes too powerful to take down,” Tess replied with a vulnerability in her voice I’d not heard until then. “Sasha Fedya is my door into the Petrakov palace.”
“Sounds personal to you.”
“Less than a year ago, my boss received intel from a well trusted Russian asset that Ilya Petrakov was shipping an unknown number of young women to the port of Los Angeles from Russia to be sold at auction, as sex workers. That was all our informant knew, but our officers were able to locate the ship they sailed on, the port they arrived at, and even which cargo container they were inside of, all in record time. We immediately dispatched officers to the harbor, who located and opened the container within an hour of reaching the scene, only to find the dead bodies of thirty-seven Russian and Ukrainian women. They ranged in age from twelve years old to their mid-twenties. They’d been dead for days. ”
“Oh, my god.”
“At first, we thought they died as a result of an accidental oversight from Petrakov’s men. That maybe they hadn’t provided enough food and water to last the entire thirty-day voyage, but a closer inspection of the shipping container revealed something even worse.”
“What?” I asked.
“The container was equipped with a small canister of Hydrogen Sulfide which was rigged to a timer. The women inside had plenty to eat and drink and the container was well ventilated, but on day twenty of the voyage, the air vents were sealed and the toxic gas released, killing everyone inside within minutes.”
“Ilya Petrakov rigged the container to kill his own girls?” I growled. “Why would he do that?”
“He was sending a message to the auctioneer, a man named Terrence Zander, after what Petrakov perceived as an insult during their last business transaction. Zander is a British ex-pat who now resides in Montenegro, but ‘secretly’ runs his business out of Los Angeles. He has no idea that the Agency has been tracking him for three years.”
“I assume he’s living in Montenegro because they won’t extradite to the U.K.”
“Or the United States, for that matter,” Tess added.
“So, what was the insult?”
Tess shook her head. “We don’t know, but apparently it warranted murdering thirty-seven innocent young women just to prove a point. Petrakov killed them just to show Terrence Zander that he could. I’ve never been the same since that case.”
“Petrakov is an animal,” I said.
“No, he’s worse. He’s a human being who completely lacks empathy and his power is growing by the day.
Deputy Director Forrester wants the heads of Ilya Petrakov, his maniac son, Zivon, Sasha Fedya, and Terrence Zander, along with a half-dozen more members of this burgeoning crime syndicate before it can grow any larger. ”
“I think we’re gonna need a bigger boat,” I quipped.
“We’re here for Sasha Fedya and his little black book once the Agency has him, they’ll squeeze him for information on the others. I’m here to gather intel, but I can’t wait until the day I get to see him swing.”
“Why don’t we just take him out? Nothing closes a case faster than a bullet, right?” I asked, sarcastically.
“Because Petrakov is the real prize. The agency plans to use Sasha Fedya as a key into his mighty vault.”