Five

 

KYLE

 

My vagina was going numb as I lay along the tree branch that I’d chosen for the job. Because it had thicker branches higher up, I figured it would be okay, but I’d be lying here for a while and my vagina was starting to scream at me. My ribs were feeling much better, but the rough bark wasn’t doing it any favors, either. Normally it was my shoulders, neck and elbows from lying on the floor waiting for the perfect shot, so I was doing my normal exercises to keep my focus on point. At least there weren’t scorpions crawling around and a freaking hot sun beating down on my back. There was a joke amongst my team; we could put up with anything, but swamp ass which usually led to swamp crack, was something that you did everything in your power to avoid because you did not want that going on when you had to lie still for hours or walk around in a sandy, hot climate.

“On my signal, Kai take two. Hunter, proceed to the West. We’ll take the East. Jagger hit North and Duke will hit South,” Preacher’s voice spoke through the piece in my ear.

Both Hunter and I had been shocked when Preacher had laid his plan out for us and we agreed that it was the best way to proceed. It pained me to do it, but at the end of the day it was Perry’s well-being that was the priority here.

Reaching up, I pressed the button on my throat mic twice to signal my acknowledgment. As a low-pitched noise sounded, I heard faint footsteps through the grass as they advanced on the target. There were two at the front of the compound that I had to take out and then provide cover for the teams.

A cricket hopped onto my forearm just as I looked through the sight at the two heavily armed targets. If you were running an operation like this, then you wanted to make sure that you didn’t draw attention to the shit you were up to by standing out. Guess how that would be done? Oh yeah, without fucking RPG’s strapped to your back and taking random shots up at the sky with your fucking rifle. I could only hope that one of the bullets would fall back down onto one of the grenades they had strapped to their chests before I took the shot, but this shit never went according to plan. Fucking amateurs.

I squawked out three taps to warn the team that shots were about to be fired, aimed and shot the first mark. Mark two went to radio in, so I took quick aim and fired again.

The same three tap code signaled the teams that they were safe to proceed. At the back of my mind though, it was bugging me that there had only been two protecting this property. In the past, there had been many more.

I needed to focus on the teams though, so I watched through the scope as they proceeded in their agreed directions, adjusting periodically so that I could move from team to team.

I watched as the Valiant leader, Hunter, and his number two, Blake, opened a door and held up the militaries version of a joke decoy, a foam soccer ball, and tensed as shots came out. The noise coming through the ear-piece I had in let me know that each team was encountering the same kind of resistance.

The cricket moved just as I focused on an unknown in dark clothing coming up behind Preacher’s team. I didn’t have time to blow the cricket away, so I moved the rifle and took in the different readings showing as I looked through the scope. I could read wind directions and was pretty good at the wind speed and doing the calculations, but this scope was a life saver because it did all of that too.

I watched as the unknown took out a gun and saw a huge sword strapped to his side. None of our people had swords, I would have taken a mental note of that if they had. Just as they stopped and aimed at the back of Preacher, I fired and watched as the person dropped to the floor.

“Thanks,” came the whispered voice of Preacher. I couldn’t talk or I’d lose my focus, so I pressed my mic button once and went back to watching.

There were a lot of shots coming from within the building as they prepared to enter. I watched the confident actions of Hunter’s team and moved across to Jagger’s team. I heard Hunter radio to him about six coming in his direction and watched as they took aim. Quickly all teams gained entrance to the building and started to communicate as they went through the rooms in front of them.

The sound of a baby crying made chills go up my spine. The baby, we had it.

“What the fuck?” I heard shouted through the comms unit.

This wasn’t good.

“We have a negative on the mark,” Hunter said through the comms.

One by one, each unit radioed the same message.

Shit!

 

 

Walking up to the three kids that Hunter and his team had found inside, I heard them give a description that sounded very much like Bo. She was an old friend who had worked alongside my team with her own. She dropped off the face of the earth about six months ago, but now we knew where she was and what she was doing. Fuck, I never figured her as someone who would assist in trafficking of any form, but least of all, babies and kids.

Before I could reply, Mace, an old friend of Hunter’s, lost his shit and showed us a photo of his sister and girlfriend. They fucking knew! Who the fuck was giving away everything? First in the pits, now this?

Preacher said it before I could. “We were set up. They knew.”

“How?” Hunter asked.

I couldn’t hold this information back, it was too important and we were going to do anything we could to get Perry back.

“I think I have the answer to that,” I held up the screen on my phone so they could all see the photo that I’d been sent of a blonde holding a sleeping Perry fast asleep in her arms.

“Is that Bo?” Noah, Hunters second right hand man, asked in disbelief. We all knew there was history between these two and I couldn’t blame him for looking as shocked and disgusted as he did.

Before any of us could answer, though, Duke broke the next set of news that floored all of us. “It’s not what you think. She’s with me.”

“And you didn’t fucking think to mention this? There wasn’t one point where you thought that this might be motherfucking vital information?” Blake held Hunter back as he lunged at Duke.

Normally, I’d have Duke’s back in everything, but this was way too fucked up. I stood with my arms crossed watching Hunter strain to get to him just as his other man, Noah, moved past Hunter and the sound of him punching Duke hit all of us. Unfortunately, it started the kids off crying.

Duke sent them over to a group of the team who were standing off to the side, the rest of us stayed to deal with monumental skull fuck that was going on.

Duke slowly sat up from where he’d been lying on the floor since the punch, tenderly moving his jaw and spitting out some blood.

“She can’t be compromised. She’s finding locations for us.”

“But you knew she was in there. That she’d get the mark and retreat,” Hunter stood, fists clenched at his sides.

“She’s not there to intercept and retrieve,” Duke muttered as he stood and dusted his ass off. “She’s there to find and pass the locations back to us. If she was to intervene, her cover would be blown and she’d be in danger as would the innocents involved.”

I think we all realized that this made sense and in fact was actually a huge plus for us tactically, but Noah thought differently.

“She could be killed!”

I snorted at that, Bo was more than capable of looking after herself. Duke confirmed that. “You don’t believe that any more than I do. That woman could give my beautiful niece a run for her money,” he nodded in my direction. I just gave another snort and looked the other way. No fucking way!

“If anything happens to her you son of a bitch, I will fucking end you myself,” Noah spat in Duke’s direction and then stormed over to where the bikes were hidden.

I’d driven an SUV to the location instead of my baby, expecting to have Perry in it when we left. The fact that I now had these three kids was a bonus, and I was begging all that was holy, that Bo was looking after Perry, too.

I watched as the guys got the kids situated in the SUV and then turned back to listen to Hunter’s friend, Mace, as he exploded over his girlfriend and sister.

As they were discussing tactics and what we should do with the kids, I walked up to Mace and got his attention.

“I won’t let you down. You have me.”

Holding my eyes with his, he took in the blank look on my face and quickly his own copied it. It was an old art of war – remove emotion because it muddies the mind. Focus on facts alone and strike with a cold, neutral mind.

Seeing the change, I allowed him a quick smile and nodded as I walked back to the SUV. I have no doubt that his mentality would swing between cold and emotional over the next hours, but at least for now he could focus on being a warrior instead of the lover and brother that he was.

 

JAGGER

 

We dropped the kids off with the authorities and filed the relevant reports after meeting with one of Kyle and Hunter’s contacts. For the duration of the visit, he’d referred to her as Kai. I knew I’d have to get used to it, but to me, Kai was a separate person to the woman standing in front of me quietly watching everything going on. Kyle was a masculine name and I know that Preacher chose it because it was his grandfather’s name and he’d idolized the man, but Kyle could pull it off. She actually brought a new form of beauty to the name. Kai, though, I just couldn’t grasp and I doubted that I would ever call her it.

We’d been driving in the direction of the town that Mace lived in when Kai signaled that we pull over and broke the news to us that Perry had been found in the park that she’d been snatched from. She’d had a note attached to her saying that whoever took her had a moment of madness fueled by the death of the person’s own baby and apologized for it. There was proof that the authorities were covering it up as the Senator was pushing for harsher penalties and more power to fight against trafficking. If it looked like the issue was bigger than had been let on to the public and that they didn’t have control over it, that would make the public panic and they’d look weak.

We were stewing over that when Hunter’s phone rung and his dad had broken the news that his woman, Piper, had been snatched. He’d received a similar photo to the one that Mace had received with the message ‘tick tock’ under it. Understandably, he’d lost his shit when he saw it, but we managed to bring him back and were now holed up in a motel.

Mace, Hunter and Preacher were muttering about shit and shouting while the rest of us watched on. Through the years I’ve seen a lot. I’ve seen men die in front of me, seen women brutalized, women and kids beaten, men losing their shit under pressure…but seeing two strong men literally losing it and Preacher looking powerless, the guy that I always looked up to, it was something that I hoped I never felt.

Just as Mace started yelling again, Kyle took control.

“Data,” she spoke into her cell to their tech geek, “look into the feeds and do searches on signals near the compound and the Valiant compound. Find us the link.” Walking over to Hunter she gave him a firm look. “I’ve made contact with Bo. I’m waiting for her to return the request.”

One of Mace’s friends, Coleman, who was apparently head of a security company and former military updated the group that he had people searching for Mace’s sister and woman.

“We need to find the rat, too,” Preacher added, voicing the thoughts that were no doubt going through all of our minds at that point. The fact that there was someone within my MC who was working with these assholes was stewing beneath my skin. I wanted to find them and show them how rats were rewarded by the Knights MC.

Hearing this, Hunter finally lost his shit completely. “You’ll fucking excuse me if I don’t make that one of my priorities. My woman is who knows fucking where. Mace’s woman and sister are missing too. We don’t know what the fucking plans are for them,” he roared in Preacher’s face, something few men got away with. I watched as my President visibly restrained himself from punching Hunter. “Your rat is your problem,” he finished, before walking out of the room.

Looking over at Kyle, I saw her sitting watching it all with a blank face. I was starting to learn what her reactions and expressions meant. I’d seen her calm Mace down by removing all of the emotion from her face and knew the tactic well, but the fact that she could do it so well over so many situations and subjects bugged me. I understood why she did it in situations like this, but she had herself so closed off that she wasn’t facing her own facts. I hadn’t had the chance to speak to Preacher about what she told me last night. I knew I had to tell him and it made me feel like shit because, from what Duke had said and what I picked up from her, Kyle didn’t open up to just anyone. I’d broken through that barrier and now I was planning on breaking her trust, even if it was for her own good.

Walking up to her, I said nothing as I held my hand out and waited for her to take it. I needed some alone time with her after today and all of this fuckery. When we heard about Mace’s woman and his sister I was spooked, but Hunter’s had a guy watching her and was supposed to be protected. I knew Kyle was different, but what would I do if someone snatched her too?

After a couple of seconds, she put her hand in mine and allowed me to pull her out of the chair and then out of the room and down the walkway to where one of the rooms that we’d booked was sitting empty.

Closing the door behind her, I did what I’d been wanting to do all day and pulled her toward me at the same time as I took her lips. I needed to taste her and hold her to make sure she was okay.

 

KYLE

 

I wasn’t sure what I was feeling inside. People assume that if you are trained to kill for the right reasons, that you can walk away from it. I couldn’t. A life was always a life and no matter what they had done or were about to do, that mark lay heavily on your soul. Taking those lives tonight was weighing on me, but seeing Mace and Hunter break like they did after knowing them as level-headed, mentally strong men for years…it was so hard. I was also seeing things about Preacher that made me wonder if he had changed from what I knew of him.

The second Jagger started kissing me; I felt this burning need to be close to him. To feel him, taste him, be with him and forget about everything else.

“I need you,” I whispered as I reached for his cut to push it off his shoulders.

Taking my mouth again, our tongues stroked against each other. What had started off as an almost frantic kiss was now slower and deeper. I could feel his hardness against my thigh and the wetness in my panties. Thankfully, I’d foregone my normal business underwear attire and had put on a pair of boy shorts which were made of lace.

Breaking apart and gasping for breath, I watched Jagger’s face as he lifted my t-shirt up over my head and threw it to the side.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured as he traced the tattoo down my front. “Jesus Christ, just when I think there can’t be anymore to you that turns me on, I uncover even more.”

I left his hands exploring as I lifted his t-shirt up, making him break away for a couple of seconds as I pulled it over his head. I’d already seen his body the night before, but I hadn’t gotten the chance to explore.

His arms were bare of tattoos which struck me as bizarre, but his chest and shoulders were covered in beautiful scrolling patterns. Leaning forward, I traced some of them with my tongue, feeling him shudder. My hands took the opportunity to run up his sides and then round to his back, feeling the powerful muscles tense beneath them.

I’d just gotten to his nipple when he broke.

“Fuck this,” was the only warning I got before I was flying through the air and landing on the bed with him on top of me. This was a first for me, normally men saw that I was in good shape and just went with the flow. Sometimes, a woman wanted a man to take charge in the bedroom. Out of it, fuck no, but in it…well it never happened until now, and I loved it.

The bed moved as he took to his knees and then slowly stood up staring down at me. Looking up at him, I reached behind my back to undo the clasp of my bra. His eyes followed every movement as his hands moved to his belt and started to undo it.

Rolling my shoulders forward, I let the bra drop down my arms before pulling it off and throwing it in the same direction as the pile of clothes that was forming.

Jagger undid his jeans before leaning down and pulling my boots off without undoing the laces. I left them that way because you never knew when you have to go barefoot to make absolutely no noise on a floor and I’d never been so grateful that I did.

The next to be tackled were my pants. Pushing me back so that I was lying on the bed, he undid my button and fly and pulled them down along with my panties.

His intake of breath at what he just bared to his gaze was audible as the pants went flying.

“Fucking hell, I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my life,” he whispered as he moved both hands up my thighs.

Lifting my leg and opening myself up more to him, I moved my foot up his thigh and rested it on the open fly off his jeans.

“Off!” I ordered, getting a raised brow in return.

“I think I’d rather enjoy you first,” he said moving my foot away.

That was all fair and well, but we weren’t in the kind of situation that was compatible with taking time. “We can do that another time. Right now, I don’t know if someone’s going to hammer on the door to tell us that they’ve found the women or that we’re needed. Do you really want to risk that?”

It took him all of five seconds to come to the right conclusion. Pushing his jeans and underwear down, he crawled onto the bed moving me up it at the same time.

I lifted my chin expecting him to kiss me, but he surprised me by bending down and taking a nipple in his mouth. My back arched off the bed and I moaned as he sucked it hard before following my tattoo and kissing down my stomach.

“No fucking way do I not have time for this,” he muttered before leaning forward and giving my clit the same treatment he’d just given my nipple. My hands went into his hair and grabbed as he took it carefully between his teeth and then flicked it with his tongue. Just as I could feel an orgasm creeping up on me, he stopped and licked down to my entrance before plunging his tongue inside me. “You taste fucking amazing,” he groaned against me, the vibrations taking me even closer to the edge as he plunged his tongue back inside me. His hand moved softly over my belly until it was just above my slit and his thumb trailed down to find my clit and put pressure on it as his tongue continued moving inside me.

I wasn’t a vocal person in bed, but Jagger had broken that. I was writhing across the bed and moaning so loudly that in the back of my mind it registered that someone might walk past and hear it.

“Please,” it was a croaky whisper, but he heard it all the same.

Swapping places with his hand, he latched onto my clit and sucked hard again as he pushed two fingers inside me and started to pump in and out. I was perched on the edge, ready to go over. Like he knew, he bit down gently as he sucked, crooked his fingers and hit that magical spot inside me as he sucked hard again.

Not being able to stop it, I screamed as I came and shuddered while he continued to work me with his mouth and fingers. I vaguely registered the tight hold I had on his hair and that it might be hurting him and forced myself to let go as my orgasm went on.

I was just coming down when he moved over me and rubbed his cock against my overly sensitive pussy making me groan and shudder again. Raising my pelvis slightly, I helped him find my entrance, our eyes locked as he started to push inside me.

The feeling of him stretching me made me reach above my head to grab a pillow. He was so wide that there was a slight sting regardless of the fact he was taking it so slowly that I could see a slight sheen of sweat on his forehead.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned, dropping his head into the crook of my neck as he pulled back a bit and then pushed forward again.

I appreciated him taking his time, but I needed this, I needed him, something that I never felt before.

Lifting my head, I kissed him and flicked the tip of his tongue with my own. Feeling him moan into my mouth, I wrapped my legs around him and pulled at the same time that I raised my hips and pushed down as far as I could taking him to the hilt.

The pleasure made me drop my head back and let out a moan that was almost a scream at the same time that he shouted.

“Fucking hell, baby,” he panted against my lips. “Are you okay?”

Nodding, I made an experimental swirl of my hips and groaned at the feelings shooting through me.

“I need you to move,” I begged as I swirled my hips again.

Lifting his head so that he was looking into my eyes, he pulled back slowly and then pushed forward equally as slowly, both of us groaning as he hit the bottom of both of us. Still holding his eyes with my own, I lifted my leg so that it was curled around his ribs opening myself up further to him.

Jagger’s movements started to speed up, helped with how wet I was, and soon all that I could hear was both of us panting and groaning along with the sound of skin hitting skin.

I followed his eyes as he looked down between us and watched his glistening cock move in and out of my pussy. It registered that he’d put on a condom at some point, but I was too caught up in the feelings firing through me as I watched him move in and out and felt it inside me at the same time.

I could feel my muscles starting to flutter around him as the feeling started building inside me.

“You’re gonna come on me, baby?” It was a useless question, but it turned me on even more. I was now so close that all I could do was moan as I gyrated against him, rubbing my clit on his pelvis. “Here,” he whispered as he moved his thumb down to my clit and applied pressure as he moved it around in circles. He knew he wasn’t applying enough pressure, though, which was proven by what he said next. “Tell me you’re mine and I’ll give you what you want.” By this point, I would have given him a kidney if he’d asked for it I was so desperate to come. I nodded, but that wasn’t enough for him. “Say it,” he demanded, stopping all movement.

I was trained to kill in a range of ways. One that I excelled at was hand-to-hand combat and if the bastard and his beautiful cock didn’t start moving again, he’d find out how skilled I was.

Looking up at the smug asshole, though, I acknowledged that I needed him alive to get what I wanted. Moving my hips so that he moved inside me, I tightened my muscles so that I was squeezing his dick and said what he wanted to hear. “I’m yours.”

His jaw was clenched tightly given how I was squeezing the life out of his cock, but just as I’d begun the last word, his restraint broke and he slammed into me so hard that the word ended on a scream.

“Fucking right you are,” he growled as he pushed in and out of me repeatedly.

In the next second, I went flying over the edge in an orgasm so huge that I didn’t think I would make it out alive as he pinched my clit between his thumb and forefinger. My orgasms were usually the feeling of coming and were fabulous, but both orgasms with Jagger had had my muscles joining in and the feeling of the ones inside my pussy squeezing around him was indescribable and took me higher. I barely registered his groan above me as I threw my head back and gasped for breath.

I don’t know how long it lasted for, but I was aware of his clammy body collapsing on top of me as he panted into my neck. I’d been gripping the comforter so hard, that my fingers were locked and it was slightly painful as I let go and moved them to rub up and down his back.

“I’ll move in a second,” he said through the pants. “I can’t feel my body.”

There had never been a moment that I’d been as close to someone, even during mission where we had to be in sync to stay alive and get the job done. But at that moment, I burst out laughing with Jagger still inside of me, making him groan loudly. I wasn’t sure if it had been making love or fucking, but whatever it was, looking up into his now smiling eyes, I felt that I could trust him and that he might actually be the exception to my rule. I was going to take that chance.