30. Eagle
EAGLE
It took a fucking week to get everything sorted out and put the plan in motion—one agonizing week of being under the careful watch of this CIA special ops team.
We couldn’t go anywhere on this property without someone watching us or following us around.
They’d even made sure to take our cell phones and would only give them back to us if we needed them, then we’d have to give them back.
Corbin didn’t grow on me like Magnus had the more I got to know the guy.
Instead, I couldn’t wait for this shit to be over so I could get my life back.
We all rotated who shared the bunk with Dax at night but other than exchanging kisses, there’d been no chance for us to do anything else.
Well, unless we didn’t mind an audience, but there wasn’t a chance in hell I’d let any of these assholes hear my woman coming on my cock.
Obviously, sex wasn’t something we needed to live, but it was something we had gotten used to having whenever we fucking wanted.
Sprocket kept telling me it was psychological because we couldn’t act on an impulse, so it made things worse.
He might be right, but it doesn’t fucking help when my dick was fucking hard twenty-four-seven.
To me, it felt like simply another way to prove how much control Corbin had over us being here and under his control.
Thankfully, that was all going to end in two days.
The cruise ship had gathered all our people and was well on its way.
We estimated it would take them about two to two and a half days to get everyone where they needed to be.
First was Puerto Vallarta, where some of our army would be dropped off.
They would then make their way to La Garita and wait for the signal.
The second group would be dropped at Manzanillo, where Angelina’s family was located.
Then the last of our crew would disembark in Lázaro Cárdenas and head for the drug farm.
Once everyone was in place and ready to go, we’d have them strike all at once.
This would flush out Marco or make it clear he was in his mountain retreat gearing up for war.
Our team would be flying in on the cargo plane that held the tank tomorrow so we could set up the command center. The hardest part would be coordinating all the teams in various locations. There had been talk about splitting everyone up so each target had us involved.
“If you want to split up your men, that’s just fine, go right ahead,” Cam said, irritation in his voice.
“As for my people, we’ll be facing this down together.
I’m not going to let you ice us out at the very end, Corbin.
This fight is fucking personal to us, and we’ve been doing our best to stay alive to end this battle.
Corbin slammed his hands on the table. “God, all of you are so fucking stubborn. Haven’t you figured it out yet that none of us are trying to fuck you over? This mission needs to work, and the only way that happens is if we have people we can count on to lead.”
“Which, if you’ve been listening, isn’t a problem,” Cam shot back.
“Brian, Dax’s righthand man, is going to be leading the attack in La Garita.
Dante is leading the team dealing with Angelina’s parents, which we’ve all agreed, if Marco or Martin aren’t there, will be a snatch-and-grab.
You want to put them on trial back here in the States, so we’ll make that happen.
Dante is the best to see that through, regardless of the CIA’s help.
Finally, Mutt and Gator will be leading the hit against the drug farm.
Those two are trusted enough to run the Phantom Saints when all of us are gone so trusting them with this is easy. ”
I watched the muscles tick in Corbin’s jaw as he held back whatever argument he thought he had. “Then what the fuck are we doing?”
For the final piece of the puzzle, we’d kept that to ourselves, including them on all the plans worked in our favor. He’d been able to solve the problem of transportation and getting people back on the boat when it left, so it didn’t seem odd to have an empty cruise ship leaving port.
“We’ll tell you that once we get past the coordinated attacks,” Sprocket answered. “Besides, we have to pick up Martin in Guadalajara when he comes to get Alvaro and their mother. If we can get him out of the way, then we don’t have anyone to set off a warning alarm.”
“That brings up my point of what happens if he doesn’t come to get his little brother? What if he sends his people to do it?” Corbin challenged.
“He wouldn’t do that,” Alvaro said. “Not with him believing Mom will be there. She’s too important to trust to just anyone, so he’ll be there.”
“Fine,” Corbin muttered. “You know your part, Al?”
We all knew Alvaro hated to be called Al, but Corbin seemed to do it simply to get under the kid’s skin.
Our lead agent talked a big game about not taking this personally, but it was clear he hated spending time with the nephew of a man who killed his best friend and a whole team of agents.
Personally, the kid grew on me. He was smart but had zero confrontational skills.
We’d been working on that and even seen a small improvement, like standing up to Corbin right now.
“I know what’s expected of me,” Alvaro answered. “You have your operative ready to pull off being my mother?”
“Don’t you worry about that. This is what we’re trained to do,” Corbin assured him. “Alright, that’s all there is to it. We leave at four o’clock sharp tomorrow morning to get to the airport in time. Alvaro’s flight leaves at eight o’clock so we need to be rested and ready to go when he lands.”
Being dismissed like the soldiers we absolutely weren’t, we headed upstairs.
When I tell you there was nothing to do on this farm, I wasn’t kidding.
The barracks had a television, but there were so many other people to deal with it was pointless.
We did lots of fitness training with everyone which helped pass the time, but when we stepped out into the cool evening air, I wasn’t at all ready to go to bed.
“What do you say we start a bonfire,” Wes suggested. “I saw everything we needed on the other side of the tool barn.”
“Brilliant idea,” Jaxson agreed. “Not sure I can take going back to the barracks with everyone else there. They keep leering at Harper, and there’s only so much the three of us can take before we start killing someone.”
Surprisingly, everyone else left us to our own devices.
Guess they figured there wasn’t much we could do with us leaving at the ass crack of dawn.
I could hear it now, Dax would threaten any moving, breathing thing until she got at least a few cups of coffee in her.
What would work best is if we could get her to fall back asleep on the plane.
Then she’d have another six hours or so to sleep.
“Looks like we’ve got enough wood to get this going,” Magnus informed us. “But we’re definitely going to need more if we want to be out here for any length of time.”
Jumping at the chance, I grinned. “Dax and I will go.”
Her head snapped up to look at me, brows raised. “Huh?”
“Come on, we’re surrounded by trees. How hard could it be to find wood?” I asked.
Ghost snickered, and the others grinned like idiots. “Oh my God, what are you, twelve?” Harper asked. “Boys.”
Pulling Dax up from her seat, I led her off into the dusky forest. We walked for a bit, grabbing wherever we could find large sticks or branches. When it got to the point I couldn’t hear anyone or spot the fire, I dropped my armload and scooped up Dax, making her yelp.
“What the fuck, Eagle?” she demanded.
“Shh,” I hissed. “Drop the wood with mine.”
Confused, she did, and I strode off a little further until I reached a large oak tree I’d spotted as we walked.
It was wide enough that we could stand behind it, and no one would be able to see us.
Shifting her from a bridal hold to having her wrap her legs around my waist, I slammed her back to the tree.
“What—”
Cutting off her question, I surged forward and caught her mouth with mine. Instantly, she relaxed and opened for me, letting out a happy little moan. Her hands curled around my neck, fingers gripping my hair.
“God, little hellcat, I need you so fucking bad,” I told her when I broke the kiss only to start kissing nips on her neck down to her collarbone. “Tell me you don’t need this as badly as I do,” I taunted as I rubbed my jeans-covered cock against her pussy.
“Hell yes,” Dax gasped. “I was wondering when one of you was going to figure out a way to make this happen. Never in my life have I been so desperate to be fucked.”
Holding her against the tree, I used it to support her so I could undo my jeans.
Then I started on hers, thanking the fuck out of the fact she was so flexible.
Tugging her jeans down to her knees, I hoisted her up higher so her feet were up near my head.
My hands cupped her ass, and she held onto my arms. I shoved my cock into her without warning.
Her cry of shock quickly turned to one of pleasure as I seated myself all the way inside her.
We didn’t have a whole lot of time, and I knew she couldn’t keep quiet, so I covered her mouth with mine.
Pumping into her, I fucking loved how warm and wet she was for me, even without any foreplay.
She’d been craving this as much as I had, making this even better.
Her pussy clenched when I hit the spot deep inside her.
This angle let me get so fucking deep I worried I might bottom out in her.