CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Thursday, September 28th
Sam stepped out of the shower and waited for Lucky to turn off the water. They’d spent a good twenty minutes in the steamy enclosure and he finally felt relaxed for the first time in days. They’d been working almost non-stop since Monday and were finally at the point where everything was in place. All the interested parties had signed off and the HRT team had flown in yesterday and were prepping for the op to arrest Vazov.
It was hard to believe that things had come together as quickly as they had, and he hoped that tomorrow night would net the results they were all hoping for.
He grabbed two towels and handed one to Lucky and then started drying himself off. “Do you want to go downstairs and eat or should we try that Italian restaurant that’s on the next block?”
“I think we should have room service.”
Looking up, he noticed her smile and wondered why she was eyeing him like he was her favorite dessert. “What are you up to?”
Dropping her towel in front of him, she hitched her shoulder. “Oh, nothing…”
“The look in your eyes tells me that’s a lie and one I’m going to enjoy the hell out of.”
“You just lean against the wall and enjoy.”
He watched her kneel slowly down in front of him and grin as her nails raked across his thighs, his balls drawing tight in anticipation. Not letting his eyes waver, he kept his gaze steady as she licked her lips before taking his cock in her hand and pumping it slowly. Her blue eyes darkened as she licked the tiny drop of pre-cum that beaded on the head. Feeling the zing from just that one lick down to his toes, he groaned. “This may kill me, but it’ll be worth it.”
Sweet torture is what she was doing with her mouth as she kissed and nibbled her way down to his sac. She rolled his balls in her mouth gently for a moment and then kissed her way back to his cockhead. Groaning, he let his head fall against the wall and let it bounce as she opened her mouth and swallowed him whole. She relaxed her throat and took him all the way down until her chin hit his scrotum. “Jeeze, Lucky.”
Her tongue moved against the underside of his cock and she moaned around him as the vibration sent an electric shock up his shaft. Sucking him harder, she brought her hands up and caressed his balls. The dual sensation brought him closer to orgasm and he felt the tightening at the base of his spine, signaling he was about to come. Pleasure crackled across his skin as he moved his hips, fucking her mouth with short, hard strokes.
The groan that erupted from his chest surprised him as his vision went dark, and he spurted stream after stream of thick semen down her throat. His knees threatened to give out as a pleasure he’d never known rocketed through his body.
Opening his eyes slowly, he pulled his still-hard cock from the soft suction of her mouth and watched her lick her lips and smile seductively, her eyes glazed with desire. “Goddamn, Lucky, that was spectacular.”
She stood slowly and ran her hand over his chest and then took his hand. “I’ve just gotten started, Sam.”
He let her pull him out of the bathroom and realized he’d just experienced the best blowjob of his life. “What else are you going to do to me?” Hearing her dark laugh and watching the sway of her sexy ass told him whatever she had in mind was going to be incredible.
***
They stood in front of the bed and she looked up, and she smiled. “Lay down.” Seeing him frown, she pushed at his chest. “I’m in charge, Sam, and I want you to do as I say.”
“But, Lucky…”
“No, I let you and now you have to let me.” Seeing him fight with himself before surrendering let her know that he’d give her anything, and all she had to do was ask. He lay on his back and his big frame took up a good portion of the bed. “Scoot up.”
He raised an eyebrow and then finally did as she asked. “Now I’ve got you where I where I want you.” Bending down, she unlatched his prosthetic and laid it on the floor, and then put her hands on her hips and nodded with satisfaction. “Perfect.”
“Am I going to survive what you have planned for me?”
Climbing on the bed, she crawled over him so her legs straddled his hips. “Not sure.” Leaning down so their mouths were touching, she said quietly, “But what a way to go.”
“I guess all I can do is agree and enjoy my demise.”
Good choice,” she said as she moved his hard cock away from his stomach and closed her eyes as she moved him to her swollen folds. Kissing him deeply, she rocked against him slowly, teasing herself every time his cock pressed against the taut bud of her clit. “Are you ready, Sammy?”
“I hope so, Lucky.”
“Me too,” she replied as she sank down on him to the hilt in one smooth motion.
They moaned in tandem as she placed her knees securely on either side of him and sat back. The penetration became deeper and she squeezed and relaxed her muscles around him and felt his hands go to her hips. “Don’t move, Sam.”
“You’re killing me.”
Looking down, she saw his eyes were only half-open and his breathing was labored. His fingers dug into her hips and she felt the bite. “I want to give you a little of what you give me.”
“And, what’s that?”
Trailing her hands over his stomach, she felt the ridged muscles jump beneath her fingers. “Pleasure, Sam…so much pleasure.
His hand moved between her thighs and he rubbed her clit in slow circles as her head fell back on her shoulders. “So good,” she moaned as she began to move, lifting her hips until the head of his cock was barely inside her. Falling back down, she then started stroking him steadily, using her inner muscles to milk him as she rose up and down. His fingers flicked faster and she felt the spasm building in her womb. “I’m coming.”
“Thank fuck,” he groaned as his hands went back to her hips.
He began to thrust up into her with hard, fast strokes until she came undone around him, crying out his name with her release. He did the same and she felt his seed jet against her inner walls as her orgasm rolled into another one.
Collapsing on his chest, she closed her eyes and tried to pull in a full breath. His arms went around her, and she felt her heart slip right into his. Not wanting to explore what that might mean, she let herself be pulled into sleep.
***
Closing the door quietly, Sam pulled in the room service table and rolled it close to the two chairs that sat in front of the windows. He lifted a roll, and as he ate it, he studied the beautiful woman who’d stolen his heart.
She was the perfect embodiment of everything he couldn’t control and, while that concept was scary as shit, he wouldn’t have it any other way because allowing himself to fall in love meant he’d finally let himself get back in the game instead of just existing on the sidelines.
This thing with Lucky was just as perilous as any op he’d ever been on and, for the first time since the explosion, he was putting everything he had in without consideration for the results. Which meant he’d finally healed. The drive and tenacity that had been as much a part of him as his breath were back in full force, and he had her to thank for it.
Walking back to the bed, he sat down and ran his fingers over her arm. He felt her stir and continued to wake her gently. When her eyes opened and she smiled, he bent down and gave her a small kiss. “Dinner just arrived.”
“How long was I asleep?”
“About an hour and a half.” When she closed her eyes, he put his hands on her shoulders and lifted her up. “Get up, so I can feed you.”
Her head rolled to the side and she opened one eye. “What did you order for me?”
“I ordered the fish special as well as roast chicken and thought we could share.”
“All right.” She raised her head and kissed his cheek. “Taking care of my man took a lot more energy than I thought it would.”
Laughing, he embraced her tightly and then sat back. “You can have the rest of the night off, because it’s my turn next.”
Swinging her legs to the floor, she stood and waved her hands. “Nope, can’t let you do that because I’m already a limp noodle.”
He watched her walk into the bathroom and shut the door. “We’ll see about that,” he said loudly.
The door opened and she called out, “No, we won’t.”
“Yes, we will,” he said to himself as he stood and walked over to the small table that held their meal. Opening the bottle of wine, he poured two glasses and then sat down and went through the updates on his phone. All the pieces were falling into place and, by tomorrow night, he hoped they would be celebrating the takedown of one very nasty piece of trash.
Hearing the bathroom door open, he saw Lucky walk toward him wrapped in a hotel robe with her hair pinned on top of her head and in that moment, he knew he was going to be seeing a similar scene forty years from now.
They’d probably be wrinkly and not as agile, but he’d bet his last dollar they’d still be madly in love with one another.
Because that was their story.
“Why are you smiling at me like you have a secret?”
“No reason, honey.” He stood and made sure she was comfortable before he handed her a glass of wine. “Ready to eat?”
“Yes, please.”
He took the covers off the salads, put one in front of each of them, and then sat down. “How was your day, dear?”
Throwing her head back, she laughed. “Well, dear, it was very productive. Grif and I met with Martin Wouter and the Federal Police regarding freezing Vazov’s assets. We wrote a program that will not allow anything to move in or out but won’t alert him to the change. Should he decide to check the activity tomorrow, he will not see anything that should alarm him.”
“Did the Federal Police ask to purchase a copy of the program?”
“Of course. Grif quoted them an astronomical price and they didn’t blink. We’ll see if anything comes of it.”
Setting down his fork, he lifted her hand. “Very proud of you, Lucky.”
“All in a day’s work.” Taking his hand, she lifted it to her mouth and pressed a kiss against his skin. “And how was your day, dear?”
“Productive,” he replied as she released his hand. “Spent the day out at USAG Benelux meeting with HRT and the operators from the Federal Police, mapping out the op for tomorrow night.”
“Is that the U.S. base?”
“Yes, it’s located on the Northeastern side of Brussels about five minutes from NATO headquarters. The team flew into Chieves Air Base on Tuesday night and then drove up yesterday.”
“Why did they come into an airbase so far away?”
“HRT comes in fully equipped and generally the only place they can land is military bases.”
“Is the team fully self-sufficient when they arrive?”
“Absolutely. From the moment the 888 code is sent out to the team members to landing anywhere in the United States is between four and six hours. The effort and coordination necessary to move fifty men and their equipment cross country on short-notice are astounding. From the moment the call goes out, the front office is dealing with headquarters, trying to reconstruct details of the situation, and intelligence is identifying known threats, while the logistics unit lines up resources, and operators load their gear.
“The team is almost wholly self-sufficient, so gear includes everything from a bolt to a gizmo to an article of clothing necessary to maintain operators and support staff for at least five days. HRT carries its own vehicles, tents, weapons, food, ammunition, medical supplies, communication equipment, generators, climate-appropriate clothing, logistical equipment, and a thousand things that don’t fit into any particular category. The trick is to move it all from the Quantico compound to virtually any spot on Earth in time to resolve the crisis.”
“How much do you miss it?”
Sam pushed his empty salad plate away and shrugged. “Less and less each day. The transition from Tier One to a desk job has been as challenging as you might imagine and there were days the loss choked me. Not only because I’d lost part of a limb, but because I lost my identity. For over ten years, I was part of a small group of men who were the best of the best and having that ripped out of my hands wasn’t easy. But…I’ve made it to the other side and it seems I’ve been blessed with something that makes my future brighter than I could’ve imagined.”
“Sammy, you don’t have to say things like that.”
“I want to, Lucky.” He leaned forward and took her hand. “I was an unmitigated ass for close to a year and I figure it’s going to take me at least that long to make it up to you. I didn’t think I deserved someone as incredible you, so I sabotaged it before I ever gave us a chance.”
“And now?”
“You’re mine and I’ll make sure you know how very fortunate I feel for that to be the case.” Watching her face flush and her eyes moisten told him she got it. Clearing his throat, he stood and opened the warmer that was beneath the table and pulled out their food. Setting both dishes in the middle, he lifted the covers off. “Looks good.”
Lucky looked up and took his hand. “It sure does.”
“Don’t be giving me your sexy eyes until after we’ve eaten because I need to fuel up for round two.”
She pulled both plates toward her and wrapped her arms around them. “No fuel for you.”
Chuckling, he unwrapped her hands and pulled one closer. “Now, Lucky, I thought you were fearless.”
“I am, but not when it comes to you and your sexy moves.”
Cutting into the fish, he took a bite and then smiled. “It’s going to happen either way, so I think it’s best you embrace the inevitability of your surrender.”
Holding her wine glass up, she grinned. “Fill it up because it’s going to take a lot more than chicken for me to embrace that.”
He filled her glass and then winked. “Get used to it because you are my blue Crayon, the one I never have enough of, the one I use to color my world.”
“Oh, Sammy…”
“It’s true, Lucky. You’re the one I’ve been waiting for.”
Pressing her hand against her chest, a tear slipped down her cheek. “Same.”
“I love you Lucky and plan on showing you exactly what that means for the next sixty years or so.”
Standing, she moved to him, crawled into his lap, and hugged him tightly. “I love you, Sammy.”
Kissing her head, he knew a sentence that took less than three seconds to utter had just changed his life.