Bane: Elite Operatives (Bad Boys of X-Ops Book 4) (16 page)

Justice fumed at Walker. “Okay. I actually put some fucking thought into your present. Dickhole. I want
the kit back.”

“Oh. Are you an
Indian giver
, Jus?”

“Don’t play the oppressed race card with me, Tonto.”

“I call prejudi—”

Jade clapped her hand over Walker’s mouth, giggling.

The only two left were Jade and Blaize, so Jade went first, after she unmuzzled Walker.

Her package was bigger than all the others had been.

Not that kind of package.

There were bows and ribbons and inside what looked like yards of tissue paper before she finally unearthed a . . . hat.

Not combat gear. Not weapons. Not a helmet, but a wide-brimmed, half-netted, dead-red hat.
A hat.

Jade cradled it like a baby against her breast.

Us guys—and Kiki—looked at her like she was cray-cray maybe.

“It’s perfect! The best present ever.” She beamed at the boss lady. “Cheers so much, Blaize.”

“Hey. I gave you a samurai sword that one time.” Justice took offense.

And Walker right after him. “I gave her a baby.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake . . .” Jade rolled her deep green eyes. “It’s just a hat.”

“Exactly.” Walker smiled.

And Jade wrapped herself around him, clinging close and kissing him.

Finally unlocking her lips from Walker’s mouth, Jade handed a gift to Blaize. “I hope you like it.”

“Wait. Did I get the Secret Santa rules wrong? I thought they
weren’t
supposed to like it,” I butted in.

“You’re not very good with rules, Bane.” Kiki snuggled up to me, and her next words were warm and soft against my ear. “That’s why I like you.”

Blaize grinned as she unwrapped the biggest box of all. She lifted the lid, peeking inside.

“You didn’t.” She stood to slowly unravel a long leather bullwhip from the box.

Turning, she quickly snaked it with a whistling hiss across the air.

“So you can keep the men in line.” Jade’s laughter rang out, joined by Blaize’s, Tilly’s, and Kiki’s.

Fuck. We were screwed.

“I hope that’s not from our personal collection.” Walker watched Blaize coil the leather lash into a loop around her arm.

All eyes turned to him.

“What? We raise horses on the ranch?” He held out his hands innocently. “Dirty minded fuckers.”

The Secret Santa circle broke up for . . . dancing.

Pretty boy was suave and smooth and had all the moves for Tilly. Natch.

Storm
cut a rug
with Blaize.

Even Walker spun Jade around, the two of them moving closer and closer.

“Wanna dance?” Kiki asked me.

“I’d rather fuck.” No lie.

Her dress was sinful, sexy, and needed to be ripped off her smoking hot body pronto. Enough with the merrymaking already.

She took my hand, leading me toward her. “Dance first.”

The way Kiki danced was
sinful, sexy
. Didn’t matter Christmas tunes spun from the speakers, not slow rock ballads . . . her hips rolled against me. She nestled in my arms, against my body, her hands roaming up and down my back and all the way to my ass. She kissed my neck, gyrated some more, licked my jaw, and moaned.

I didn’t so much dance as fuck her vertically in a crowded room with all our clothes on. I touched all the bare flesh I could get at. Quite a lot in that strappy red dress it turned out.

When she felt my cock, ludicrously hard and large and pressed against her belly, she muffled her moan with a bite at the juncture of my neck and shoulder.

The music cut off with a screech, and Justice shouted, “Snowball fight!”, effectively breaking the mood.

Probably a good thing since I’d had serious thoughts about hiking Kiki’s dress up to her waist and slamming right into her.

Christmas party be damned.

Always on point, the eight of us immediately outfitted ourselves in Kevlar vests and NVGs, gloves and hats and boots—the women in dresses, us in our decent duds. A Force-Reckon snowball fight wasn’t something to take lightly.

Before tromping outside, Blaize gave the one and only rule. “No weapons allowed.”

“Dammit,” echoed from each of us.

We all disarmed and then headed into the fluffy snowy landscape.

“I’m packing this shit with ice.” Justice cupped his hands around the ball he formed.

“I’m packing mine with C4,” Walker taunted, a sinister grin on his face.

It was all out warfare once we got started.

Dodging the cold launchers thrown from strong arms. Ducking behind cars. Every man and woman out for fun for a nice change of pace.

“Gotcha!” Kiki ambushed me, beaning a snowball at my back as she hung from one arm from a street lamp.

Tugging her ankle, I pulled her down to me. “I thought we were on the same team.”

“I have a green light!” She raced off, her boots leaving tracks in the fresh snow.

I bolted after her.

Justice crammed a snowball in Walker’s face, quickly sidestepping when Walker retaliated.

He disappeared into the dark night.

Tilly’s laugh echoed in the distance.

Storm sounded off behind me, “Taking the tango down.”

He tackled me into a drift, but I quickly spun, kicking him off while Kiki shoveled snow into the back of his pants.

“
Merde
. That’s a cold move, Damage.”

Blaize muffled a laugh behind her gloved hand until Jade jumped her with a handful of pristine snow tossed in her face.

Laughter and low chuckles filtered across the hushed, winter-white surrounds. People darted out from the dark corners of the building. More snowballs pelted with laser-sharp aim.

Eventually Blaize stood in the middle of the parking lot, shouting, “CEASE FIRE!”

Laughing, holding each other up, we trudged back into HQ.

Inside, Kiki shook out all her gear, and her dress clung to her body. “I’m all wet.”

“Not as wet as you’re gonna be.” Our lips collided, cold but quickly becoming hot.

“Like that, is it?”

Grabbing her ass, I made sure she was warmed straight through, because no way in hell was I done with her yet.

Force to be Reckoned With

THE
MERRY
ENDING OF the party finished with all of us parting company for a two week break before the real work began. Walker left with Jade. Justice and Tilly departed next. Storm took off with Blaize.

I helped Kiki into my truck—more tank than pickup.

At home, I plugged in the fully fucking decorated Douglas fir Christmas tree while Kiki got the tequila.

She lit candles, and I started a fire.

“Can’t believe Jade’s pregnant,” she mentioned, something more wistful than usual about her voice.

“Walker’s been through hell, you know that, right?”

“His first wife.”

“Kimimela.” I pulled Kiki down with me to the floor in front of the fire that crackled and blazed. “And his daughter, Winona.”

Kiki kissed me, a hot press of her mouth against mine.

She poured us two drinks and clinked her glass to mine.

“Are you still nervous about Allegra?” she asked.

“Yes.” I drank. “No.
Yes
.”

She pulled my forearms over her belly, stroking the strong muscles. “Did you want her, Griffin?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re still her dad, you know?”

“I’d be nothing without you, Kiki.”

Turning in my arms, she drew her hands up my chest. And my heart already began to pound.

“I want you to do one thing for me,” she whispered.

“Anything.” My breath ratcheted.

She always had that affect on me.

“Promise you’ll try with her.”

“Said I would.” My hands balled beside me. “Fuck. It’s hard to let the feelings in, you know?”

Kiki pressed her cheek against mine, and her fingers massaged up over my shoulders. “I know.”

I stilled, only rolling my neck. “Want to be good enough for her.”

“You already are.” Her voice hushed against my ear. “Promise me one other thing?”

“You know it.”

“You’ll make love to me tonight.”

“Always do.”

The last restraint shoved off, I grasped her hips. Our fingers laced together as our mouths collided. She was so soft and sweet like this. Intimate. Gorgeous. The only woman I wanted to be with.

She bit my bottom lip, and her hands drove into the back of my pants.

Did I say soft and sweet?

Goddamn sex kitten.

The firelight played across her when I lay her down—the red dress with all the straps. Lights from the Christmas tree twinkled on her skin, her face turned to me, her body arched and purely sensual.

“How do I get you out of this?” My hands skimmed from her breasts to her legs.

“The usual way.”

Gripping the edges of her dress, I ripped it right down the middle.

“Fuck. Me,” I croaked out.

Kiki lay beneath me. No panties, no lingerie . . . just pure woman . . .

Her tits called to me, those soft hills filling my palms. I licked a proud crest, making it an even deeper pink.

Biting the twin breast, I roamed over her belly, touched the soft essence of her sex.

“I can’t wait, Bane.”

Clothes flew as I undressed, and my cock jutted like a mast from my groin, the piercing feeling as hot and heavy as my nads.

“Slow down, babe,” I whispered the words in a trail along her body as I settled between her legs.

That shaved cunt.

The tight recess.

The way her thighs opened.

And her breath halted.

I licked her, taking the plump bead of her clit between my lips for a pursing kiss.

Kiki thrashed. “
Oh, God!
”

Pushing her thighs apart so her pussy presented, I mouthed her. Licked her. I sucked on her labia and gorged myself on the juicy pink slit.

Winding my hands beneath her taut ass, I jerked her closer. Breathing in her scent, circling my tongue around her, twisting two fingers inside, I almost came against her leg where my cock pressed, throbbed, nearly exploded.

Kiki orgasmed. From the proud thrust of her body and the jerking clasp around my fingers to the ripple from her belly to her breasts.

Swinging up over her, I slapped my cock against her face.

“
Oh, yes
.” Her wet lips parted. “You sexy bastard.”

After wiping a trail of precome from cheek to cheek and over her jaw, I moved back to straddle her tits.

Kiki sandwiched me with her hands, watching the thick rod bounce between her breasts.

I reached behind. With a flat palm, I lightly spanked her cunt.

The smell of sex surrounded us. The wet sounds of filthy fucking raised chills on my skin.

With one last stroke between her tits, I covered her completely. She pulled me in, meeting me with her hips and legs and arms and lips.

“Fuck me, Bane.”

I shafted her to my balls. The wet assault of her cunt almost making me blow my load.

Rising to my fists above Kiki, I fucked her fast. I pumped her slow. I curled my hips, left her wanting and twisting beneath me before I slammed every thick inch into her.

She grabbed my shoulders. My hair.

She screamed and moaned.

Pulling her onto my cock, I held her with one hand, pumping her up and down. I latched my lips to her tits, feasting . . . fucking . . . dying to have her.

She shuddered, clasping me around the back. “
Ahhh, yesss
!”

Branding me with a pulsating rotation of her hips, Kiki came.

She was unbreakable.

Unstoppable.

I couldn’t stop.

The wet heat inside her tripled, and she howled through every hard thrust I pistoned into her.

My breath rasped.

I saw nothing but Kiki.

Holding her in my two hands, I bent over her.

She was so small.

So powerful.

I sucked in a great gust of breath, filling my lungs before I reared up, thrusting my cock balls deep, and bellowed.

Pulling her to me, I buried my face in her neck, growling, grunting . . .

Coming.

Every pump of my hips was another jet of seed unleashed inside her.

Kiki mewled, her mouth at my ear, her lips nibbling, her body accepting.

I leaned back to watch her take me, those last few aching thrusts.

“Good God, Bane.” She stretched luxuriously against me, her hips still seeking more.

She bit her lower lip and her hands landed on my ass. “
Mmm
. No half measures for you.”

Finally slowing, I rolled next to her. “You sweet, sexy woman.”

The fire had burned down to blue coals, much darker than her mesmerizing irises.

I pulled a blanket over us.

“Is it Christmas yet?” She idly kissed my chest, tickling her fingers up and down my stomach.

“Not yet,” I murmured, pulling her closer. “Damn, but I love you, girl.”

Her smooth legs caressed mine, and her breasts rounded against my chest.

A whole new meaning to
tits up
.

“Does that mean I can’t give you a present?” She kissed my lips, teasing me with a little tongue-work.

“You already gave me the scarificator.”

“That was a gag gift, Griffin.”

“So, where’s the real thing?” I caressed her hair down her back and handled her sumptuous ass for good measure.

“Besides me?” she purred.

“I’m not complaining.”

Scampering from beneath the blanket, Kiki foraged—naked I might add—beneath the tree.

She handed me a thick envelope.

My hands shook when I opened it. Wasn’t the first time my hands got shaky around Kiki.

“Jesus.” I leafed through the airline vouchers. “That’s kind of a lot, girl.”

“So you can keep visiting Allegra.” She pressed her palms to my chest, resting her chin on the back of her hands.

Carefully laying the travel tickets aside, I drew her lips to mine. The kiss was hot, deep, intense, just like everything else about Kiki.

“What did I ever do to deserve you?”

“Well”—she looked slyly at me, her hand wandering down my abs—“I really like the piercing.”

“None of that now,” I gruffly said.

It took an effort to pull her roving fingers away from my rapidly thickening cock.

“My turn.” Easing from her, I stalked to the tree.

Naked, I might add.

Kiki watched, her smile less flirty and more a cock-hardening leer. “That right there is gift enough.”

“It’s a fucking surprise we ever make it out of bed.” I picked up the present I’d wrapped—terribly
I might add
.

Popping up to her elbow, she said, “It’s a wonder we ever make it
to a
bed.”

I waved my hand toward the makeshift rack on the floor. “Case in point?”

“
Mmm hmm
.” She smiled.

I slipped back in beside her, and placed the gift on her tummy. “Merry Christmas, Kiki.”

All pretense of being uninterested in the gift exchange disappeared when she sat up, and the blanket shivered down to her hips.

She tore open paper like her life depended on it, but when she unearthed the leather box, she slowed.

“It’s too big to be a ring.”

“Well, yeah.” I swept her hair behind her ear. “That a bad thing?”

“God, no!”

“Okay?”
Or not?
I wasn’t really sure.

She opened the box, her eyes alight. “Oh, Griffin! It’s gorgeous.”

An exclamation point. That was good, right?

She tucked the hinged, hand-painted, hammered copper wrist cuff on her arm where it fit perfectly.

“I didn’t really figure you for a diamonds kind of girl.”

Wrapping her arms around my neck, she fell against me.

“It’s perfect,” she murmured against my lips.

“How perfect?” I cupped her sexy ass.

“Want me to show you?”

“Yeah.”

Understatement.

The next hour included Kiki
showing
me. And me doing some of the same, hungrily keeping her at bay from orgasm until she begged in a throaty moan of a voice.

Might’ve been snowing like crazy outside, but inside? It was hot. We’d worked up a sweat, rolled across the floor, nearly knocked over the Christmas tree, and definitely flattened the plane tickets beneath our bucking, rocking, fucking bodies.

Little Miss Self-Sufficient Silent Operative finally fell asleep in my arms.

More liked passed out from the Major League fucking I’d given her.

I didn’t want to sleep.

Didn’t want to lose a second of time with her.

The only thing she wore was the thick bracelet I’d given her, the blanket tucked under her arms, and my body snuggled half on top of her.

I kissed her brow, lightly, her lips, gently.

The goddamn journey we’d been on since day one of Walker’s Beirut op. Twelve months of intense missions, misinformation, life and death situations.

Twelve months.

And not to be pussy or anything, but a goddamn heart full of love.

One big fucked-up family—Walker and Jade. Tilly and Justice. Storm and Blaize. Kiki and me. Forces to be reckoned with.
When no one else could get in or get out. When no one else cared.

We weren’t knights on white horses.

We were men and women who had loved and lost.

Fought and failed.

Hurt and hated and healed.

We came out alive, together.

Because love prevailed.

I believed that shit now. All because of one woman. Kiki Damage.

She’d done the exact opposite of damaging me.

She’d saved me.

Her eyes blinked open—asleep one moment, alert the next. “What are you thinking so hard about,
Still Waters
?”

Smoothing her hair with one big hand, I scooped her closer in my arms. “Was thinking you already gave me the greatest gift.”

“Did I?”

“Yeah.” The love I poured into the kiss I gave her was filled with a past full of regret forgotten for a future bright with hope. “You.”