Mission: Compromised Submissive

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Table of Contents

Dedication

Team

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Epilogue

Books by Willow Brooke

Excerpt from Cabin Fever

Excerpt from A Place for Her

JK Publishing, Inc. Author List

SGT Robert Weiser a.k.a. Bud

SFC Paul Fredericks a.k.a. Juju

2LT Mitchel Gram a.k.a. Poppa Smurf (Pop for short)

SGM Leland Reynolds a.k.a. Rock

CPT Brody Williams a.k.a. Maverick

MSG Nick Hughes a.k.a. Kodiak

SSG Drake Shields a.k.a. Joker

SFC Wesley Newman a.k.a. Romeo

SGM Zane Monroe a.k.a. Hulk

SFC Alexandria Strong a.k.a. Vice

1LT Jeremy Jagger a.k.a. Dom

Two months had passed since that night at the party, and things had only
gone
d
ownhill since. Each
time Vice
was forc
ed to interact with Dom
, it
had grown
harder and harder, making her dread the deployment coming in just two days. The whole farm had
been buzzing with blooming love
and it made her want to barf.

This morning she had tried to avoid everyone like the plague, but it seemed the forces of Grey Skull were stacking against her. Now, here she was, stuck loading the damn truck in the blazing hot sun with none other than their fearless asshole leader himself.

“Vice, get your head out of your ass and get this shit
tied up!” Dom snapped.

Vice fumed. She had been tying the damn tent poles and ammo boxes for the past three damn hours with him barking orders and had had just about enough. Standing up straight, she grasped the small of her back that was aching so bad she could scream and
glared at him with daggers shooting from her eyes.

“I don’t know what the hell has crawled up in your ass and
camped out but you best
get it out before I
knock it out.” Her fists doubled at her sides and her eyes narrowed, daring him to say something.

The corners of Dom’s lips tilted up into a cocky smirk. Slowly, he walked toward her, stalking like a prowl
i
ng lion in that moment before
it took down its prey.
Her heart pounded against her chest
, speeding with each step he took
closer. Vice felt her stomach flip
-
flop, dropping into her toes as he came up, stopping only mere inches from her face. He
had intentionally invaded
her personal space, using the uncomfortable
closeness to knock her bearings
—
and it worked. She could feel his breath casting against her face, seeping in her pores like a searing branding iron.
His eyes roamed over her features, looking for her to falter. She tried to remain cold as stone and keep her feelings hid
den
but knew he could see straight through her act. When he grinned, her gut twisted.
How the hell did one man turn her body into a walking pile of mash potatoes? She watched as his lips parted, seeming to be in slow motion.
“I assure you, nothing is in my ass, but if you keep getting lippy I will stick a plug
in yours and spank it until it’
s a pretty pink.”

Vice’s jaw hit the ground. When she finally found her tongue, she was boiling. “Your threats don’t work on me, Dom. You should know that by now…and you made it perfectly clear where you stood the night after the party. So, unless you want to loose a vital body part, I suggest you back the fuck off.” Her lip curled over her teeth, giving in to the pent up hurt and anger she had been holding since that mouthwatering, panty
-
twisting kiss.

Dom took a step back, mimicking the same reaction he had when he stormed off that night and backtracked. “You’
re right. You are my soldier. N
othing else. Take five and finish up here.” He spun on his heel and disappeared for the rest of the day.

Dom had been kicking himself in the ass since that night behind the barn. It had been hard to dismiss the feelings that came every time he was around
the
little hell cat, and despite knowing good damn and well he could never have her for multiple reasons, it didn’t stop the raging hard
-
on he kept each and every time she was near. He had almost lost it
today, and it couldn’t ever happen again. With the deployment coming up, he needed to get his head in the damn game. So, like any rational human being, he stayed locked up in his cabin for the rest of the day going over plans and information
—
for the umpteenth time. When dinnertime rolled around, he knew it would be pointless to try
to
avoid going to the main house, so he put on his best poker face and headed out the door.

Dinner
time was always a
huge deal at the MM Ranch or so it had been dubbed by everyo
ne, meaning Military Mavericks.
With
Juju and Bud now
living on the farm, meals were a chance for them all to
come together as a family. The only team member who opted not to move was Pop and his wife who owned a home in town. They did join them all for Sunday dinner and visit
ed
regularly
.
The wome
n didn’t
voice it, but all were relieved given that Pop’s wife wasn’t one who pl
ayed well with others. Her h
o
i
ty
t
o
i
t
y attitude was polar opposite of the happy
-
go
-
lucky down
-
to
-
earth Pop. No
one understood their connection. They were a true example of opposites attracting.

Mrs. Sanders took pride in taking care of the huge family,
and wouldn’t stand for one
to bail
out
on
the family si
t down meals.
The only acceptable excuse was illne
ss, and even
then
she found a way to include them
by making them a bed on the couch
.

Dom
walked in and
w
as overwhelmed by the delicious aroma of whatever Mrs. Sanders had prepared. T
he table was being set by
a giggling
Lizz
y
and
Heather
, while Skyler ran around chasing after Kodiak. He couldn’t resist sticking his foot out as Kodiak ran by, stumbling the big ol’ brute giving Skyler just enough time to close the distance and jump on his back. Kodiak sw
ung him around, bringing laughter and squeals
so loud Bella came in from the living room and scolded them both. Kodiak, still holding Skyler, sulked back into the front room with the ot
hers until dinner was ready. From the sounds that erupted after they were out of Bella’s sight, the party hadn’t stopped. He shook his head, laughing. “I swear Kodiak is more of a child than they are. What is that amazing smell?” He walked over to Mrs. Sanders who stood over a giant pot on the stove.

Mrs.
Sanders grinned, dipping a lad
l
e
full and held it
up to his mouth. “Homemade chi
li
, c
orn bread, and strawberry cupcakes for dessert. The girls made them special, with rainbow sprinkles.” Her eyes sparkled with pri
de at the two little homemakers-in-train
ing who were setting bowls of sour cream and che
ese out. Dom ate the spoonful, trying to sneak another when she turned back and caught him.

She swatted his hand and co
nfiscated her spoon back. “It’s delicious
,
”
h
e pouted.

“Well, you can wait and eat all you want at dinner. Now shoo out of here so I can finish and tell everyone to wash up.”
Even while she reprimanded him, her eyes
shined with humor
.

Dom dropped a kiss on her cheek. “Yes
,
ma’am.” He walked over toward
the cupcakes
on the counter and was stopped by Alaina before he ever got close.

“Oh no you don’t
,
mister. Go on.” Alaina laughed.

“Geeze, you women are harder than any drill sergeant I’ve ever known. Lizz
y
, make sure Uncle Dom gets an extra cupcake and I’ll get you
both
a bunny.” He winked at her, making b
oth girls jump up and down. He couldn’t help but smile. He had never been around kids much until moving here,
and they had grown on him and hit
upon
a soft spot he didn’t know he had. From tea parties to playing army with Sky, they brought out a side of Dom that shocked everyone. Thankfully, they all new better than to give him grief over it.

Dom plopped down on the couch beside Michael, who had the same disgruntled expression as he did. “Get kicked out?”

“Y
e
p. Dang woman is worse than a warden when it comes to guarding that damn pot. I managed to get a chunk of cornbread though
,
” Michael said with a smile.

“Damn. I didn’t see the cornbread. She must have hid it. If dinner isn’t ready in ten minutes, I say we plan an ambush.”

“Sounds good to me
,
” Michael said, flipping through the channels on the television.
Juju and Bud were wrestling in front of them, making it impossible to see. Joker sat with Bella on his lap, talking to Vince. The rest of the herd came barreling in the door, all talking at one time.

“How the hell do you think
,
much less focus on the
TV
?”

Michael
clicked the power button in defeat. “I go to the basement.” Mrs. Sanders hollered for everyone, announcing dinnertime
,
which had them all pushing and shoving to get to the table. Dom and Michael stood back, watching in shock. “Hell, they are worse than hogs
,
” Michael groaned.

“If I thought we could get away with it, I’d say lets grab a plate and sne
a
k to the basement.”

“Yeah, but Margaret would take our cupcakes away.”

“Mmm
…g
ood point. Let’s go fight the
crocodiles before they lick the pot clean.” Dom got up, waiting for Michael to lead the way. Everyone
was finding their place
when Dom noticed Vice wasn’t there. He took his seat and began filling his plate, still watching for her. Just before prayer
,
he was about to go search
for her
when she walked in, looking pissed off at the world. The table was buzzing with conversation and hadn’t picked up on it, but there was no mistaking the scowl that spread across her featur
es. Vince passed her the salad, which she
only
took
a tiny amount. With each dish
that was passed she did the same, ending with maybe a few bites of food in front of her. Normally, she ate more than Kodiak’s big ass.
Something
was off. When Michael
led prayer, he snuck a glance at her, finding the same plagued expression.

All through dinner the group engaged in conversation like normal, except Vice
. Even while he explained the upcoming deployment
,
she remained silent. “I want you ladies to be prepared for us to be gone longer than normal this time. There is a good chance we will end up over there for eight months or more.”

“What! Why so dang long?” Alaina complained.

“I don’t know for sure, but we have one shot to get this right. With the
F
eds and
H
omeland
S
ecurity breathing down our backs, we can’t afford to come back empty handed. As it is right now, only a handful of people know what’s going on. If word gets out, we are screwed.”

“Well, I guess you guys better get over there, take the bad guys, and get home then.
You have two months, three tops
,
”
s
he said
defiantly
. The group all laughed, knowing that Alaina
hated them gone and meant every word.

“Yes
,
ma’am, that is the plan. Just be prepared for it to be longer. I don’t want you ladies thinking something is wrong if we a
ren’t back in that timeframe.
Which leads me to my next subject. Communication will be sparse. We will have a stable internet connection,
but there will be times
when
it’
s unsafe. Once again, don’t freak out if you don’t hear from us for long periods of time. I personally promise to get word back whenever possible. If you ladies start to panic, go shopping. Juju and Bud both need things for their cabin, and we all need a new w
ardrobe. When we get back, we’
re all going on a vacation.
” Oohs and aww
s erupted.
“
Think tropical waters and fruity drinks with umbrellas
…which means you get to pick out any and all of the god
awful
Hawaiian shirts and board shorts your little hearts desire and we will wear them.”

“Are you serious! We are going somewhere with sandy beaches and Tiki bars?”
Juju ask
ed enthusiastically. At twenty—
four, he was the baby of the group.

“Yes, I think once this is all behind us we could all use a little RR.”

“Babes in bikinis…oh yeah!” Romeo added, high
-
fiving his promiscuous partner in crime, Juju.

“Girls, make sure you find the most hideous clothes you can for these two idiots. We don’t need mini versions of them walking around
,
” Brody piped up.

“I’m sure we can
find them matching pink speedo
s.” Violet grinned. The table bu
r
st out in laughter, triggering jokes all around. When everyone settled down, Dom took the floor once again.

“Let’s get back on topic. This mission is a bit different.
Because of the new I
ntel we have, for safety purposes, I need you all here at home to make a few changes. First off, don’t go anywhere alone, and never at night unless it is an emergency. Second, keep everything locked up tight. I understand that normally we don’t have the need to lock our doors here, but for now we need to enforce it. And Third, absolutely no
talking or discussing our deployment. I don’t want anyone knowing we are gone or where we are. Michael and I have already discussed security. I know I am leaning on the extreme with this all, but it’s better to be safe than sorry. Any questions?”

“Can we have dessert now?” Skylar asked,
light
e
ning the mood innocently. Dom couldn’t help but grin. The boy reminded him so much of his father
—
a calm nature and
a
never
-
ending stomach. Jared was never one to get worked up often and had been th
e calm to any storm they
faced. Going into this mission
without him was going to be tough for the whole team.

“Yes, enough business talk. Girls, let’s see those cupcakes! Remember, Uncle Dom gets two!”
Dom
shot them a wink
, getting giggles in return as they scurried excited
ly
to share their confections.

The girls came back toting platters full of the bright pink
cup
cakes. One by one they handed them out, not hesitating to smack the hands of those who attempted to grab an extra as they passed. “I see Mrs. Sanders has been teaching you two her tricks
,
” Michael snickered. Mrs. Sanders cranked her eyes at him with a subtle grin, bringing a blush to the old man’s face that didn’t go unnoticed.

Once the girls were out of the room to fetch the next armload, Hulk chided with his voice lowered, “So, does this mean you two are finally coming out of the closet? Or, should I say, basement?”

Michael managed to deepen into a deep crimson color. All eyes were on him, waiting for the confession they were all fully aware of. Hulk w
asn’t the only one who had the m
isfortune of hearing odd noises coming from Michael’s hide-a-way spot. And,
as
if that wasn’t
enough, Kodiak and Bud had been spotted heaving a new pull out couch to replace the tiny love seat that had been down there for years. Supposedly, ‘the little couch didn’t have enough room to lounge comfortably.’
Which, in la
y
m
a
n terms, meant uncomfortable for two. As the silence drew on, Michael’s lips curled into a huge grin.

“Don’t be disrespectful
,
boys. It’s no secret that Marg
aret and I have been…courting…
for some time now. She is an amazing woman.” He reached his hand over and placed it on hers in a public claim.

“Don’t lie to the kids, Michael. Yes. We’re together, and will be sharing living quarters as soon as he gets the nerve to put a ring on my finger.” She smiled sweetly, watching as the room gawked in shock. The women all grew excited, immediately falling into
chatter of wedding plans. Before they could get goin
g and fly away with it, Michael’s voice cut them off.

“I guess it’s a good thing I bought this then.” He stood and withdrew something out of his pocket, moving around to kneel beside her chair. Everyone went silent. Even the girls who had returned with the rest of the cupcakes stopped and watched, hushing Skyler
when he
went to ask for another.