Bane: Elite Operatives (Bad Boys of X-Ops Book 4) (13 page)

Next time we had to bring Jade on the mission because his ADHD was getting ridic.

“Ask my copilot,” I said.

“Thirty minutes to the airfield.” Kiki confirmed.

“Right. Time for a drink.” Walker uncapped a flask, took a drink, and passed the silver container to Kiki.

Right on point, half an hour later we reached the exfil location. The rain and wind still thrashed down as I brought the SUV to a halt on the landing strip.

The only plane on the runway was a Huron jet Storm had somehow sourced.

We humped our packs across the slickened tarmac toward the jet already fired up and ready to go airborne.

Up the gangplank, with Kiki between the two of us, we burst inside the plane.

I shoved our bags into the overhead bins, kicking the back Justice’s seat where he reclined like he was a billionaire playboy.

He sent me both middle fingers for my troubles.

“Wheels up in two,” Storm intoned over the inflight coms. “Welcome to your ticket home, folks.”

“How’d your op go down?” Kiki asked Justice.

“Successful and deadly.”

“Sounds like ours.” I strapped into a seat, and Kiki took the one next to me.

Walker flipped up a little oval shade, glaring at the inclement weather outside.

“We’ve got pea soup outside with a heavy helping of headwind.” Storm sounded pretty damn happy about his weather report.

Maybe it was because he was back at the wheel.

Or because Blaize was his copilot in the
cockpit
.

Or maybe he just liked flying a metal deathtrap in the middle of a crazy storm.

Walker steadied himself in the aisle before hurrying into a seat. “
Aaaand
we’re back on DeathStar Airlines, folks. Please make sure your luggage is securely stowed—as well as your guns, blades, ammo.”

He turned a little yellow when Storm pulled the nose of the plane into the air, and we took off. Despite the hailstorm bucketing down on us, Storm had the plane leveled within a couple minutes.

Walker lost any street cred he may have had when he went from yellow to green. “I’m gonna go upchuck now. How many times I gotta tell you all I get air sick?”

Dangerous Woman

HOLDING PATTERN. WASHINGTON, DC. Early December. For two weeks we’d been reporting to T-Z HQ like it was biz as usual; everyone except for Kiki, who had to remain a ghost. The rest of us pretending we weren’t fully aware our days had been numbered.

Too bad Operation T-Zone was gonna come a’crumblin’ down. C/o Blaize, Storm, Walker, Justice, Kiki, and me. Just as soon as we figured out how to destroy the mighty beast that had made us what we’d become.

Kiki zoomed ahead of me on her flashy red Monster 821 Ducati through the streets of northwestern DC. Justice had done a solid, supplying us with live locations of CCTV cameras, meaning we could go out and about and Kiki could still be in the wind.

The roads were slick. Not conducive to most bikers, but like we gave a shit. I throttled down on my matte black Victory Gunner after Kiki—this high-speed chase bringing back the time I’d nearly destroyed that sweet-ass ride in London, England, on the way to Walker’s wedding to Jade. I chuckled low in my throat, remembering the way he’d almost sicked-up in the back seat of the super boss Jag. Just like he’d almost tossed cookies in the jet during our stormy escape from Mexico City.

Right now Kiki was the only sweet-ass ride I wanted. She proved to be excellent prey, swerving in and out of unwieldy traffic, zipping up onto a sidewalk, gunning back onto the road.

I pursued, hot on her tail—a position I’d normally be thrilled to occupy, in the sack. But here? On the streets of Adams Morgan? She was proving just a little too wily for my liking.

As soon as I caught up with her I was gonna tie her down and fuck her until her legs went weak. Then we’d see how well she rode her Ducati. Only thing she needed to be riding was
me
.

She wore a brain bucket, goggles, leather jacket. A red scarf wound around her neck and soft leather gloves covered her hands. Her wild hair flew out behind her—light pink and pale blonde. I knew without seeing her cheeks were flushed, and the icy eyes that reflected the weather would be bright.

She loved getting one up on me.

Wasn’t gonna last.

She led the chase until I revved in front of her, overtaking her as a streetlight turned from green to yellow. She slowed. I didn’t. Fuck that.

I heard her engine thundering behind me. A curse flew from her lips, finding me on a gale of cold wind as I hammered my bike into a steady zigzag pattern that kept her at my rear.

Hitting a corner at high speeds, taking a highly torqued angle—my knee almost brushing the road—I heard her laughing behind me. The woman was unstoppable.

So we’d made it back to DC, just a little worse for wear. Two bullets. My thigh. Walker’s ass. We’d probably never get tired of using that for laughs. Been sold out by our own company, but what the fuck? Payback was a motherfucking bitch, and our crew had no problems delivering the upcoming nasty to the PTB cunts.

Everyone was stationed in DC for the immediate future. Caused no problems for me—I already owned a row house in Adams Morgan. Ditto Storm and the boss lady, who were currently shacked up in their house in Georgetown. Both Walker and Justice—marooned without their missuses—took crabby and cranky to whole new levels in rented digs they were sharing for the duration.

But neither one of them wanted to endanger their women by bringing them to the capitol before we got shit sorted.

No matter Jade—
Mrs
. Walker—was an expert operative in her own right, working for the British Special War Ministry.

“Deconstructed,” Kiki had said the first time I’d brought her home. “Suits you.”

The house was nothing like the shitty little utilitarian NYC apartment I’d squatted in before I was arrested, before T-Z took me on.

I’d done a lot of the reno on the early twentieth-century house. The place boasted high ceilings, revealed brick walls, open beams, refinished original flooring.

“Are you trying to say I’m unfinished?” I’d backed Kiki against the long kitchen table, my bulk bullying her softer smaller frame.

Her hands lighted on my shoulders, a touch igniting a blast of flames inside. “I’m saying you’re raw and rough.” She’d nipped my chin then pushed up to take my lips in a hot hungry kiss. “The way I like you.”

Then she’d spotted my collection of antique-looking implements in the main room
.
The devices were neatly lined up on several shelves built into the exposed brick walls. An odd collection of what probably looked like medieval torture devices to the unpracticed eye.

Not gonna lie, I cringed inwardly when she picked up a bookend that looked like a can opener. Rough and raw was one thing. But Kiki was about to find out I was kinda into weird shit.

“What’s this?” She inspected the medical instrument.

“
Uhhh
.” Hesitating, I rubbed the back of my neck. “That’s an ancient Roman vaginal speculum.”

She’d dropped the thing like it had grown two legs
and
a vagina.
“
Shit! No wonder it looks all rusty and crusty.”

“You’re not really squeamish, are you?” I frowned.

She took a closer look at the collection. From a step or two away. “No.” She snorted. “But really?”

I’d shrugged, going for boyishly charming, something I wasn’t sure I’d ever been able to pull off. “I find old medical instruments interesting.”

“And what? Collecting something like vinyl albums or classic cars is just too mundane for you?”

“Somethin’ like that.” I’d chuckled.

Kiki had explored the entire ground floor, casing each room like she was on recon. “Apart from the bizarro factor of that shit over there”—she waved toward the shelf of oddities—“your digs are surprisingly normal. You’re a lot more suburban than you make yourself out to be.”

“Yeah?” I’d circled my arms around her from behind as she stood at the deck doors. “You approve?”

“
Mm hmm
.”

Bonus. Because the woman was sadly mistaken if she thought I was ever gonna let her bunk anywhere else ever again.

Listening to her laughter filling the once empty rooms, I’d lifted her over my shoulder, ignoring her protests. Giving her the rest of the tour amounted to depositing her on my bed and fucking her hard for the remainder of the night.

Luckily I didn’t have to keep her as my hostage. She’d readily moved in as soon as I asked/ordered. Her excuse had been
safety in numbers
, but I knew it was much more than that. What we had going on was unexpected, unlooked for, and something neither one of us was willing to lose.

The two of us roared up to
our
place, fountaining winter slush beneath our tires.

Hopping off her ride, Kiki released her helmet and tossed back her hair. “You cheated!”

“Bullshit.” I hauled her to me and took the opportunity to squeeze her ass inside the tight jeans. “Creative license.”

“Someone oughtta
confiscate
your license, more like.”

“Too bad you don’t have the credentials,
Baby Spy
.”

I chuckled when her cheeks heated up. Getting a rise out of Kiki most definitely meant off-the-hook sex. Whether she knew it yet or not.

“Anyway”—I mentioned—“I won the bet about who’d win the race back.”

She scowled. “I don’t remember putting money down this time.”

“That’s because you knew you’d lose.” I winked at her while she huffed and puffed in indignation.

Taking her hand, ignoring the way she balked—
her form of flirtation
—I brought her with me up the steps of the house and presented her with her own key.

“Do the honors?” I asked.

She looked up at me with wide ice-blue eyes.

“What? You’ve moved in, right?” I grinned, something I still hadn’t gotten used to.

Something that came so easy with her.

“Next you’ll be asking me to marry you,” she muttered, fitting the key in the lock.

“I know. What the hell’s wrong with me?”

Smirking back at me, she opened the door.

Once inside, I helped her out of her jacket before shedding my own. She unwrapped her bright red scarf.

“Probably buy a puppy too.” She arched a fine eyebrow.

“Horror of horrors.” My brow furrowed.

She walked up to me, placing a palm on the center of my chest. “You’re not such a tough guy.”

“Care to wager on
that
?” Leaning into her, I held the nape of her neck in one hand.

Her eyelashes floated down, and I caressed the warm skin of her neck first before barely coasting my lips over her upturned mouth. My lips cruised to her cheeks, kissing in small whispery touches before I traced my tongue to her ear.

She whimpered, low and husky from her throat.

Her hands convulsed on my shirt.

A mesh of need pulled at me, pushed me toward her.

“Remember what I said when we made love after you stitched me up?” I crushed the hard ridge of my cock against her.

My voice throbbed, not nearly as insistent as my dick, ready and thick inside my jeans.

She laughed, her light blue eyes opening and immediately darkening a shade. “Made love? Did we?”

Intense sexual heat beat between the two of us.

Dominantly, I tilted her chin beneath my fingers. I lowered my mouth to the heat of her lips, possessing her. Her warmth. Her fiery nature. Her push and pull.

“Do you remember?” I repeated, my words tight, my body suddenly rigid with an untamable need to fuck this woman until she knew I owned her soul as much as she did mine.

“Of course. I’ve got a trained mind, right?” She danced backward, but her breathy voice belied her breezy words.

“Good. I hope you’re ready to get bent over and fucked from behind so hard you come whenever you hear my name.” The rough harsh voice deepened from my chest.

Kinky Kiki

KIKI TIPPED A COY smile at me.

Fucking coy.

She was such a player.

My player
.

Taking off on her long legs, she raced away from me. The chase was on again.

Chairs overturned. Tables shoved out of the way. She even threw a bowl at my head.

Damn
.

I ducked from the missile.

Good thing I had great instincts. The fucking best where Kiki was concerned.

She crouched in the center of the living room, goading me. “C’mon, Griff. Come and get your woman.”

Hell. Someone had probably already called the police.

Wouldn’t stop us, though.

I jumped over upended furniture, whipping my belt free so it whistled through the air. She dashed for the stairs. I caught her around the waist, hauling her against my body, my mouth buried near her ear.

“You’re mine.” I growled.

Immediately arching into me, she moaned my name.

Victory? Fuck yeah.

I carried her back to the living room. Setting her on her feet, I retrieved my belt. Her irises sparkled—the dilated pupils surrounded by the otherworldly arctic blue. Without a word, I stretched her on the carpet. I lashed her wrists together around one heavy leg of the couch.

Her tits heaved with ragged breaths.

“Bane?”

“
Shh
.” I quieted her with a slow and deep and drugging kiss.

Taking my knife, I sheared through her clothing until she lay naked. Naked and bound below me. Her nipples popped like pink spirals on top of her sweet tits. And her legs scissored, her pussy a tempting, already-glistening shell of flesh.

“You scared of me?” I asked.

“Never.”

Standing over her, I threw off my clothes until my cock was finally free. Stiff and upright, rigid and hard all over, the tip dripped precome.

Kiki gasped, her tongue peeking between her lips.

“I’m gonna feed you my cock now.”

Her mouth parted obediently. Probably the only time she’d take orders from me was when she wanted my dick.

The woman wouldn’t be controlled.

Another thing to love about her.

I kneeled beside her, hefted the long shaft in one hand, and pointed it toward her darting tongue.

Kiki moaned when I slid the flared pierced crown between her lips. I controlled her head, my cock, and every slow unforced ingress into her mouth. To the back of her throat. Out again. The huge muscles in my thighs quaking. My voice hoarse as I encouraged her. Sweat on my brow. The slabs of sinews tightening from my ass to my abs to my pecs.

She twirled her tongue around the Prince Albert, licking the jizz gathering on the metal, swirling the cliffhead of my meat in hot wet circles.

My haunches tightening, I swung my pelvis and dipped farther.

Her mouth stretched around the widest part of my shaft, her hooded eyes following the slick rod of muscle sliding between her lips.

I pulled back. A huge breath gusted from my chest. A hoarse curse flew from my lips.

My neck craning back, I felt the soft tip of her tongue swipe and lick at my balls.

I groaned when she pulled a bobbing testicle between her lips. Crushing both hands in her hair, I twisted my fingers, massaged her head, shouted as her tongue wet every single part of my cock and balls.

She gorged on me until I drew away. My body rippled, muscles carved deep and calling out with need.

“
Fuuuck
. Should’ve called you
Kinky
Damage.”

“Complaining?” Her lips swollen from me, she tested the bonds on her wrists.

“Too busy trying to figure out how not to come.” I wrapped a hand around the base of my cock and strangled that beast, forcing the seed back down.

I kissed her. Hard and deep, dragging her tongue into my mouth, licking the corners of her lips, searching the soft nooks inside.

When I roamed down to her highly sensitive tits, every kiss and suck made her arch and twist in the most sexual way.

“Want to touch you.” She thrashed in her makeshift shackles.

“Later. Too much to do to you.”

I followed the shivery trail of her skin—goose bumps rising before I even caressed her with my fingertips and lips. Her legs spread wide the lower I coasted until my mouth met the crux of her sex, a pink swollen slit smoothly waxed with the pearl of her clit neatly hooded at the top.

Helpless to do anything but fuck her with my tongue, enter her with my fingers, flick at her, explore and eat her, I melded my mouth against her sexy cunt. I heard every gasping moan, every high-pitched cry, every hot shout of my name.

She pushed her hips up to me, pulsing and wet and warm and wanton.

Kiki’s laughing, gasping shriek ended with a sigh as her legs went weak, unwinding from around my head. I kissed the bright jewel of her sleek pussy. I murmured against the insides of her thighs.

I kissed her trembling belly, her tremulous mouth. She greedily searched for my tongue and kept licking at my lips when I rose higher to drag open the belt that kept her wrists captive.

My cock—the hard rod of thick flesh—butted against her cunt, and she grinded up to my groin.

A low chuckle rumbled from my chest.

I flicked the belt open, but only enough to free her from the couch leg.

Lifting Kiki, I positioned her forward over the leather arm of the sofa. Seconds later I had her wrists tethered again. Behind her, at the base of her spine just above her ass. My cock thrummed, arrowing at her heat and wetness as I bent her over.

The belt was a leash, a handhold I used as I drove into her clasping cunt with one huge hard shafting, hilting my cock in a thrust that rasped a raging groan from my throat.

Kiki pushed up, an arch of womanly flesh, all dips and hollows—her heart and heat mine for the taking.

I fucked her like I’d promised. From behind with all my brute force. The belt at her wrists the reins used to pull her onto my pounding cock.

Dark and dangerous desire she met with equal intensity.

My pelvis flexed against her ass. My cock drove deep into her cunt. I cupped her tits, strummed her nipples. Kissed her neck and rubbed my face into the hollow between her shoulder blades that rose like angel’s wings.

Primed, ready, Kiki howled with her release.

I wasn’t far behind, the flash-heat of burning pleasure-pain encapsulating me from the balls of my feet to my ass to my nads. Twisting desire wrenched a hoarse shout from my throat after the first wild spurt of come.

Twisted wonderful fucking sex that made me more beast than man.

Rippling waves almost wrecked me. Destroyed me. Whipped me.

Then slowly . . . .so fucking slowly . . . floated me back down to earth.

An earth where Kiki was still bent over the arm of the couch with my come running down the insides of her thighs, her ass plush against my pelvis, her wrists still bound.

Earth.

I found enough breath to let loose a low chuckle.

More like heaven.

I quickly undid the belt, massaging Kiki’s wrists.

“I love you,” I whispered against her bowed neck as soon as I was sure she was breathing, because I still wasn’t sure I was on the same planet.

She rolled beneath me—a sex rash flushing all over her body.

Hell yeah I did that.

Her eyes were drowsy, less sharp than usual, but her tongue still bit. “You would say that now.”

“Is that wrong?”

“
Mmm
. Not when you love me like that.”

For once completely docile, Kiki folded herself against me. I picked her up, cradling her back and legs, carrying her upstairs. I pulled down the covers and placed her on the bed. Slipping in beside her, I nestled her against me.

She never failed to snuggle, a fighter brought to heel, at least in sleep.

I could almost cover her entire head with one palm, instead I framed her face with both hands—her delicate features a perfect balance to the fierce array of tattoos on her arms, the crazy hair I loved.

I kissed her lips, feeling her smile begin.

“Love you too, Griffin.”

A surge of something overwhelming made my heart knock in my chest. The feeling so light I couldn’t grasp it, wondered if I could hold onto it, onto her.

I swept my hand down her side, along her hip. “Look at you.” Lowering my face to the crook of her neck, I breathed in the warmth of her. “You’re a mess.”

She huffed half-heartedly. “Your fault.”

“Yeah.” I felt nothing but smug about that.

We fell asleep shortly after, a contented heap of arms and legs and last goodnight kisses.

It was the sound of alarms that woke me up.

I fought my way toward consciousness, too used to a soft life even though we’d only been fourteen days off mission.

Kiki mumbled beside me, searching for the source of the noise.

“Your phone.” She thrust it at me.

“
Your
phone.” I handed hers over after I located it.

Suddenly completely alert, we both sat up, ramrod straight.

“The boss lady?” I asked after checking my screen.

“Blaize,” Kiki concurred.

We hit the message icons at the same time:

It’s go-time