Chapter 20 - Brooks
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We were in the south of France. Wished I could be more excited about it, but it wasn’t like I’d have time to enjoy it. This was going to be a quick trip, hopefully. Confirm Tanner was here, see what he knew, take him out, get back home. We hoped to fly out before the end of the week.
It was only Skye, Maverick, and me this time.
Diego had some leads on who’d hired Sven and Andre to kill Ramirez and take Everett.
Luca had wanted to stay back to take point on that if anything came up.
I’d been surprised Luca didn’t want to deal with Tanner since it was kind of personal for him, but he trusted us to handle it, which meant a lot to me.
Yeah, I wasn’t going alone, but still, there was history between them and he hadn’t thought twice about sending me to handle things.
Leo and a few of his people were also staying at the estate while we were gone. It made everyone feel safer.
Wes had stayed home too. He was acting as a babysitter for Luca and Diego, making sure they didn’t get too wrapped up in their work, as well as a protector for Matty and Everett.
It had been strangely quiet when it came to Everett.
Diego had been scouring every corner of the dark web, and we had Ari on it as well, but they were coming up empty.
We assumed whoever hired Sven and Andre must be looking for someone to clean up that mess, but they were being extremely quiet about it.
Which, of course, raised all kinds of red flags.
Everything was on the internet if you knew where to look.
We had no reason to believe they had given up.
Why would they? Luca's contacts at the FBI and other federal agents had all confirmed that if anyone was looking for Everett on their end, it wasn’t official.
His case, and all traces of him, had completely disappeared.
We weren’t sure if it was a good thing or not.
The fact that all official mentions of Everett had been erased meant they were trying through unofficial channels, which meant more danger for us.
We were staying in a little apartment right off the beaches of Cannes.
The view was gorgeous, but I was trying not to focus on it, otherwise I’d get salty.
Mav promised we’d come back here to vacation one day when this was all over, so I was attempting to act like an adult about the whole thing and was busy trying to distract myself.
Skye and I were sharing a love seat that wasn’t big enough for the two of us, so we snuggled while watching a movie on his tablet as we waited for the sun to set. My legs were draped over his and he lazily massaged a knot in my thigh, both of us only half paying attention to the movie.
Maverick sat in a chair across from us, his legs stretched out and resting between us. I had one hand wrapped around his large foot, kind of like an anchor point. I wasn’t really into feet, but I was feeling a little out of sorts, so having that point of contact helped.
Pressed against Skye’s side, when I thought he wasn’t paying attention, I tried to take deep breaths, letting his scent sink into my psyche.
He was wearing one of his overly faded, stretched-out T-shirts that I fucking loved.
This one said, Hang in there. It gets worse.
A picture of a chibi Grim Reaper sitting on a llama drinking an iced coffee was below it.
It was so fucking random, and that was why it worked.
I looked up at Maverick, who was looking at us instead of the tablet in his lap, where he was supposedly going over the last-minute details for tonight.
Everything was golden. Skye, Diego, and I had all confirmed that, but Mav was Mav.
Besides, I thought he was using it as an excuse so he didn’t have to watch the movie.
“You’re too far away, Sir,” I told him, batting my eyes and putting on my most innocent tone.
He wasn’t fooled. But he was fighting a smile, so I considered it a win.
“Am I?” His voice held the same faux innocence as mine, which honestly wasn’t a good sign for me. Alarm bells blared in my brain to BACK OFF! CODE RED! CODE RED! But red was my second favorite color after pink, so . . .
“Yup.” I popped the “p.” “So come here.” I patted my lap suggestively, since there wasn’t any room on the love seat, especially not for someone Maverick’s size.
His pupils dilated. I swallowed on reflex, the prey in me alerting me to the predator in him. Even Skye began to discreetly unwrap himself from me, giving us space. Maverick stood. I watched him, my blood thrumming with anticipation. What was he going to—
I was hauled into the fucking air and into his arms. Maverick took the seat I was just in, and then suddenly I was over his knees, my ass in the air and my face in Skye’s lap.
“Well, fuck.”
Maverick laughed, and it wasn’t a good sound. His hands stroked possessively over my cheeks. At least my joggers were still on.
“I don’t think we have time for that, but I do think I can carve out some to have a little fun. Especially since you asked so nicely.”
Asked? I didn’t ask anything! All I wanted to do was cuddle and—
Skye’s fingers curled into my hair, holding me in place, which happened to be at bulge height, which was pretty fucking perfect, actually.
I got distracted for a second, the musky scent of Skye the only thing on my brain.
I mouthed at his pants, desperate for something.
My own dick was locked up, but maybe I could at least get a taste of Skye’s.
Callused fingers dug into the waistband of my sweats, and before I had a chance to even think about a protest, they were pulled down, exposing my bare ass, because I hadn’t bothered with underwear.
Maverick palmed my ass cheeks, giving them a rough squeeze. “Always ready, aren’t you, brat? You know better than to keep your Sirs waiting with a pesky little thing like underwear.” Then his palm crashed down on my left cheek, hard.
“Ahh, shit!” Slap, slap, slap. Maverick started up a rhythm that immediately had me squirming. Skye pushed me harder into his crotch.
“Fuck, fuck. Sir! This”—spank, spank, spank, spank—“isn’t wh-what—oww! This isn’t what I had in mind.” I yelled into Skye’s bulge. He was going to have to change his pants, but I didn’t think anyone minded.
Two more impacts, these lower, right on my sensitive sit spot.
“Oh, it isn’t?” Maverick asked conversationally as he pinched a particularly sore area. Two more slaps on the same fucking spot.
“N-no.”
“That’s a shame. Your ass looks so pretty when it’s a nice shade of pink.”
Did I mention pink was my favorite color?
Maverick continued his punishment, and I continued to get more and more turned on. I gave up all pretense of complaining, pushing into each smack and moaning like the little slut I was.
I wanted more of Skye’s cock, though, and clearly he agreed. He pulled my head up, his fingers fumbling as he tried to unbutton his pants and free himself.
“You can take it out, but no coming,” Maverick told him. He finally stopped his attack and was rubbing my poor skin. I humped into his lap, even if it made no difference with the cock cage on.
“Huh?” Skye stared up at him, his hand loosely circling his dick, fucking aghast.
“No coming. For any of us. We’re going to do our job, take care of Tanner, and when we get back, we’ll have some fun. It’ll be our reward.”
Skye groaned, but his heated look said he was on board with this plan. Maverick spread my pinked cheeks, exposing my hole. His dry finger brushed over it, causing me to hiss.
“By fun, you mean orgasms, right?” Skye asked cautiously. It was a good question because Maverick’s idea of fun might not match ours. Well, it would because we were kinky little masos, but . . . yeah, clarifications on the orgasms were important.
Maverick reached over me, grasping Skye’s chin before pulling him into a raunchy kiss. They both ignored my existence, which only made it hotter. I really, really hoped Maverick took off my cage tonight. Otherwise, the plane ride home would be insanely uncomfortable.
Mav pulled away, leaving Skye breathless. “Alright. Let’s get cleaned up and ready for tonight.”
He massaged my ass. “Okay, sweetheart?” he asked me, as he carefully pulled me up to a sitting position so I didn’t get lightheaded.
I nodded. We both knew that was easy on the spanking scale for me. Enough to help settle me, but not enough for it to affect my work.
“Feels good, Sir.”
“Good.” He tapped my flank affectionately. “Let’s get going then. We have to make sure we’re in position on time.”
We all easily fell into preparing. It wasn’t until much later, once we were all dressed and armed and getting ready to leave, that I realized Maverick had never answered Skye’s question about orgasms. Damn it.
“Okay, security is down. There’s a guard at each door, but there doesn’t seem to be any stationed inside,” Diego informed us through our comms when we were posted about a block away from the house Tanner Belding was living in.
“Thanks, Diego,” Maverick replied before eyeing the two of us.
We were all dressed in black cargo pants, boots, long-sleeved shirts, and gloves.
The only bracelet I had on was the one that Skye, D, and Wes had given me, and that was safely tucked under my sleeve.
The rest were back at our rented apartment.
Too many people had been caught by accidentally dropping something personal at a scene, and there was no way I was making a rookie mistake like that.
My collar was tucked under my neck guard.
Beanies covered our heads, so there was nothing discernible in case we were reported.
I wasn’t worried about that today, but it was always better to be safe than sorry.