Chapter Eighteen
Cormac
T his is the part of the mission I hate.
There’s not a damn thing Royce and I can do until Parker finds Carlos’s location. No plans can be made. No decisions can be made. It’s frustrating as hell.
It’s even worse this time because I find myself worrying over what Damon and Mackenzie are likely facing right now. When Royce and I made the decision to search them out and find a safe way for Parker to see them, I never thought I’d end up falling for them as well. I know Royce is on the same page.
Obviously, neither of us is in love with the two of them like Parker, but we could be given enough time. The last thing I want is for that time to be cut short because we dragged them into the mess that is our lives. Not only would it break Parker in a way that I don’t think Royce or I could fix, but I think it would break all of us.
“What heavy thoughts are you thinking, Cor?” Royce settles onto the couch beside me, taking my hand in his.
I scoff, leaning my head back so I can stare up at the ceiling. “How I didn’t expect for us to fall for Damon and Mackenzie over the course of two days. Of how it’ll break Parker in an irreparable way if anything happens to either of them. Of how I think it’ll break all three of us. If we can’t save them, then everything we love will be lost. How can life change so drastically over a weekend?”
“Heavy thoughts, indeed,” Royce murmurs, leaning back to mirror me. “As much as I’d like to argue with your words, I think you’re right. This is one mission we cannot fail.”
“I’m worried about them being in Carlos’s hold.”
From all accounts Carlos Alvarez is a mean bastard who will do anything he has to in order to get what he wants. He’s our prime suspect in the murder of Santos Santiago’s wife. We just haven’t been able to work out his motivation, or how he could’ve pulled off framing Parker. My gut tells me he’s the one who did it, but without proof there’s nothing we can do. We’ll only have one chance at speaking to Santos, and we’ll have to have proof of Parker’s innocence for him. We won’t get a second chance. That’s why we’ve been on the run so long. Whoever did this has covered their tracks well.
Royce hums his agreement. “From the stories I’ve heard about how he treats prisoners, Damon and Mackenzie won’t come back to us the same people they were this weekend. I don’t know how Parker will deal with that. The guilt is going to kill him, even though we know neither of them will blame him. No matter what happens, we’re going to need to be strong for all three of them.”
“And we will be. However they need us. Whatever they need from us. We just need to rescue them as soon as we can.” I sigh. “The less time they’re in his hands, the better. I hate the waiting.”
“Me too. We could see if we can find any more information on Alvarez. Most of what we know are rumors. We could see if there’s more to know about him.” Royce turns his head to look at me.
I shrug. I might hate the waiting, but I hate research even more. “Yeah, I’d rather not.”
Royce chuckles. “I’m sure we could find something to keep ourselves occupied with while we wait for Parker to do his thing.”
“Oh, yeah?” I smirk as I turn my head. “And what do you have in mind?”
Instead of answering, Royce waggles his eyebrows and stands up—though he’s not on his feet for long. My cock swells behind my zipper as he drops to his knees in front of me. I widen my legs, allowing him to settle between them. There’s no teasing as his hands move to my pants, releasing my dick from its confines.
The moment his lips close around the tip, a low groan spills from my lips. My hands lace into his hair as he slides up and down my shaft, taking more of me with each movement.
Fuck.
Royce’s mouth feels like heaven wrapped around my cock, but I’m too tense and too worked up for a slow and leisurely blowjob. Not to mention, Parker could find the information we need at any time. If we don’t hurry, Royce won’t have a chance to get off too.
“I’m going to fuck your face,” I tell him, his eyes flicking up to mine. They’re filled with hunger as he moans around me, sending a shiver down my spine. I take that as all the permission I need. My grip on his hair tightens as I lift my hips to thrust into his mouth while I bring his head down to meet me. I hold him there for a minute, his throat constricting around me as he struggles to keep me there and breathe at the same time.
Royce swallows around me, and I lose all control. I fuck into his mouth forcefully, his moans and groans spurring me on. It doesn’t take long for a tingle to start, warning me of my impending orgasm.
“I’m close,” I rasp. “I’m going to come in your mouth, and you’re going to swallow me all the way down. Do you understand?”
Of course, he can’t answer me, but he moans around my length once more. I pick up speed until my hips stutter, coming hard. I move him up and down my cock slowly as I fill his mouth with cum before relaxing back against the couch.
Royce grins up at me. “Feeling better?”
“Mmmm, definitely, but I think there’s something else that could make both of us feel better. Lose your pants and come here.” I pat my lap before tucking away my spent cock and yanking off my shirt.
Royce lifts his eyebrows but undresses without a word. He even tosses his shirt aside, giving me an uninterrupted view of his body. One thing the two of us haven’t done as we’ve gotten older is letting our bodies go. We’re both in just as good of shape now as we were when we joined the military—something I greatly appreciate as my eyes roam over him before settling on his hard cock. He strokes himself once, twice, before straddling me.
I pull him down for a hard kiss, loving the taste of myself on his lips. Breaking our kiss, I spit on my hand and reach down to take him in my hand. Stroking him slow but firm, I lean forward to press kisses to his chest before nipping at his nipple.
The groan that spills from his lips is exactly what I wanted to hear. I turn my attention to his other nipple, repeating the action.
Pre-cum beads at the end of his cock that I spread down his length as I continue to work him over. I slip my other hand around him, my fingers finding his puckered hole. What I wouldn’t give to have some lube right now.
“Can’t fuck you with my fingers without lube,” I murmur against his chest where I’m now placing open-mouthed kisses, my tongue leaving a trail across his skin. “You’ll have to settle for a little bit of pressure instead.”
“Damn it,” Royce curses, and I know he’s searching the room to see if there’s anything in here that might have lube, but I already know there isn’t. The bags with the lube are in the bedroom.
I chuckle. “It’s okay, baby. I can still get you off.”
To prove my point, I press my thumb against his hole as I stroke him faster.
“Feels so good,” Royce groans, thrusting his hips with each stroke of my hand.
Even without me fucking him on my fingers, it doesn’t take long to work him up. We both need this release.
“Come for me, Royce. Cover me in your cum,” I murmur, leaning back as I continue to work him.
His hips stutter before he freezes, moaning as he does as I requested—spilling cum on my stomach and chest as he leans over me to lay his head on mine.
“As hot as that was to watch, and as much as I’d love to join, I think I found where he’s likely keeping them.” Parker’s voice breaks us apart.
We both turn to look at him, the tent in his pants obvious, but it’s go-time. At least he let us finish before interrupting us.
Royce practically jumps off my lap as he scrambles to get dressed. I grab my discarded shirt to wipe Royce’s cum off of me as well as I can until I can grab a shower while I follow Parker into the kitchen.
“What do you have?” I ask, dropping into the seat beside him. Glancing at his computers doesn’t tell me a damn thing. I can use one for all my needs, but what he’s doing? It looks like a foreign language to me. It’s why he was in Intelligence, and I was not.
“Estrella Fugaz Incorporated recently made three property purchases in Detroit—a club, a warehouse, and a penthouse apartment. The penthouse is out as it’s a busy building. There hasn’t been enough time since the purchase to have it soundproofed,” Parker says, eyes on the laptop as he continues typing.
“Unless it was already soundproofed,” Royce offers as he joins us, sitting on Parker’s other side.
Parker shakes his head. “There are no work orders or anything that I can find to show that any of the previous owners had that done. If they did it themselves, it still won’t be enough for Carlos to do what he wants to them. Plus, there are security cameras in the building. I found him and a few of his men leaving Sunday afternoon, but they never returned.
“There aren’t cameras at the club they bought, but it’s an existing club that’s just changed ownership. I was able to get into the cameras of one of the businesses across the street, and there’s been no sign of them. The warehouse, on the other hand? I haven’t been able to get eyes on it at all. That’s likely where they’re holding them.” Parker presses a button before the screen on all three laptops change, showing blueprints on all three of them. “These are the last known blueprints of the warehouse, but they’re from when it was originally built. There’s no telling what changes might have been made since then.”
I hum, leaning in to take a closer look. “At least we know the dimensions—that’s better than nothing. They already know we’ll be coming for Damon and Mackenzie, so it’s not like we can stage a surprise attack. I need to see a map of the area. Maybe an aerial of the surrounding buildings. It’ll need to be as recent as possible. We need to see how we can use them to our advantage. The cards are stacked against us with this one.”
“I already have it. This is from Sunday afternoon. I figured it would be best to see it in the daylight, but I also have one from tonight I’ll show you afterward.” Parker presses another button, and the image changes to the aerial view.
I let out a sigh of relief. This is what Royce and I do best. Parker’s done his part, and I’m sure we’ll have more for him to do before we’re ready to go, but for now it’s up to us to figure out a plan.
I don’t care what we have to do—we will be getting Damon and Mackenzie back. There’s no telling what shape they’ll be in, but they’re ours and we’ll bring them home where they belong. If we’re able to get proof that Carlos is behind framing Parker, even better. But that’s not the main point of this mission.
No, this is a rescue mission, and rescue them we shall.