Watching From The Shadows: Trident Security Book 5 (25 page)

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Marco reveled in his submissive’s muffled screams of pleasure. If her skin hadn’t been holding her together, he was sure she would have fragmented in front of them. Her body quaked with her release as Brody and he drew it out as long as they could, unsurprised when a second orgasm hit her just as hard. Once he made sure she was okay, he glanced at his friend who was rising to his knees in between her legs, after removing the now inactive vibe from her ass and tossing it aside. Grinning, the man wiped her cum from his mouth and chin. “Holy shit! Too bad Shelby isn’t into women because I’d love to see the two of them cum together.”

Chuckling, Marco finished undoing the last strap. Before the pixie submissive had been collared by Parker, the two men had tag-teamed her many times. The woman was explosive, to say the least, when she came. They had never been able to fuck her mouth at the moment she orgasmed, because she had an involuntary reflex to bite down—and neither man had wanted to become detached from their manhood as a result. “I know, right? Scoot over, Butterfly. Let Master Brody lay down. You’re going to ride him as I fuck that luscious ass of yours.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He smiled. She sounded breathless and he wondered if it was from her back-to-back orgasms or the anticipation of taking them both at the same time. His bet was the latter. From what she’d told him, it’d been years since she’d taken two cocks at once.

After rolling on a condom he’d retrieved from the nightstand, Brody lay in the center of the bed, and then Marco assisted Harper into positioning herself over the man’s hips. Brody held his hard cock in place as she slid down on it, both of them moaning as she did. With little thrusts of his pelvis, the Dom quickly filled her, then held himself deep in her core, waiting for her Master to join them. “Shit, man. Hurry up. She feels fucking incredible.”

“I’m coming.”

Still blindfolded, Harper smirked. “Not yet, but you will be.”

Her sassiness prompted Brody to reach around and smack her ass. “Brat.”

They all laughed as Marco put on a condom and then climbed on the bed behind Harper. Grabbing the tube of lubricant, he coated two fingers on one hand, and then his throbbing shaft. He thrust his fingers into her back hole and made quick work of ensuring she would be able to take him. In the meantime, his friend could no longer stay still, and began moving his hips as he played with her nipples. The moans coming from her mouth had Marco speeding things along. Withdrawing his fingers, he pushed gently on her back until she draped herself across Brody’s upper torso. He straddled his friend’s thighs, not bothered by any unintentional contact with him, as he’d gotten over any weird feelings years ago. While both of them were nothing but straight, in order to tag-team, they were bound to brush up against each other.

Lining the tip of his cock with her back hole, Marco rubbed his hand up and down her back. “Ready, sweetheart? Tell me if you need to be stretched more or something doesn’t feel right.”

“Y-yes, Sir. Please, hurry. I need you.”

And he needed her…no, it went beyond that. His heart clenched.
Holy shit!
It’d happened. The impossible had happened. This woman had taken his hardened heart and, without even trying, showed it how to fall in love. He was up, down, turn-around in love with her and wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. Not just because of Mara, although his daughter was the icing on the cake, but because he didn’t think he could live without seeing Harper every day and making love to her every night. Once again, his sister had to be laughing at him from her grave.

A moan from Brody brought Marco back to the here and now. Tilting his hips, he entered Harper’s ass an inch at a time. It took several rounds of withdrawing and plunging until he was seated far enough inside her. Like they had done for years, neither man needed prompts or instructions from the other as they began to alternate their thrusts. One was on the way out as the other was on the way in.

The three of them grunted, groaned, and perspired as one. Despite stretching her, Harper’s ass was so tight, Marco was almost seeing stars, as she hugged his cock and he felt Brody’s through the thin membranes separating them. It wasn’t long before the pace was increased and his balls drew up tight with his pending release. “Hit her clit.”

The other man snuck his hand between his and Harper’s lower body’s and found the little pearl that would send her over the edge, taking both men with her. As soon as her orgasm hit her hard, Marco came with her, emptying his seed into the latex barrier, a few moments before Brody followed. Their shouts and loud groans were a testament to the fact they’d all forgotten to keep their voices down when nirvana had overtaken them.

As they lay in a heap, trying to catch their collective breath, Marco was surprised they hadn’t woken the baby up. The monitor on the nightstand was silent. It was a good thing to know Mara could sleep through all the commotion they’d just made. Easing from Harper’s body, he left the two of them to untangle themselves, as he stumbled to the bathroom to dispose of his condom and get a wet washcloth and dry towel to clean his sub. It might come as a shock to most people outside of the BDSM community, but this was the part of a scene he loved the best—the aftercare—because that was when his submissive needed him the most. It was when she was completed exhausted and sated, and counting on him to take care of her needs, which were no longer sexual in nature or part of an emotional release. This was when he felt truly needed.

Returning to the room, he found Brody easing her to the mattress as he slid out from under her limp body. When the man noted his partner had come back, he removed the blindfold the sub was still wearing, then stood from the bed and headed to the bathroom to get rid of his own condom. Marco sat next to Harper as she lay on her back, and spread her legs. He cleaned her with the cloth, then moved so he could sit with his back to the headboard and put one of the pillows in his lap.

Coming out of the bathroom, Brody stepped over to the bed and helped him remove all the cooled wax from her chest and abdomen. They then moved the woman’s upper body until her head rested on the pillow. He glanced at Marco, who nodded. “Feel free to stay or go. It’s up to you.”

Brody leaned over and kissed Harper’s bare shoulder. Reaching down, he grabbed the comforter from the carpet and opened it to place over the submissive’s body. “I’ll leave you to do what you do best. And I’m glad things are going to work out for the two of you, despite everything going on. You deserve to be happy and in love, man. Everyone does. So don’t blow it.” He held out his fist which Marco bumped with his own. “Be good. And thanks. It was an honor.”

“Same here. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” As the man headed for the door, Marco added, “Hey. Can you check on Mara? But after you put your clothes back on, because I really don’t want her seeing her uncle bare-assed naked with his junk swinging in the breeze.

The only response he received was a middle finger in the air and he chuckled as the bedroom door closed. On his lap, Harper sighed and cuddled closer as he stroked her back and silky, blonde hair. He didn’t care how long she slept, since she needed it, but he would watch over her while she did, as he tried to figure out how to keep her and their daughter safe. And in the morning, he’d tell them both how much he loved them.

* * *

Three Weeks Later

Striding into Ian’s office, Marco was a little surprised to see Devon there, too. Boss-man had called him during his Wednesday morning workout in the gym to say he needed to talk to him. After wiping off his sweat with a towel, he’d grabbed a bottle of water and hoofed it over to the offices. From where he sat behind his desk, Ian told him, “Close the door and have a seat.”

Uh-oh. This can’t be good.
As the door clicked shut, he walked over and sat in one of the visitor chairs in front of the huge mahogany desk filled with papers and files. Devon remained where he sat on the arm of the couch to Marco’s right, with his arms crossed. Marco glanced from one man to the other. “What’s up?”

“Drew Murdock called— “

Excited, he sat up straight. “He’s got a lead?”

Frowning, Ian shook his head, disappointment evident in his expression. “No. They’ve got nothing. Everything has gone cold. Same as us. With no more contact or attempts on Harper’s life, things have died down. I’m sorry, Polo, but we’ve got to move on. We’ve got gigs coming in faster than ever and we can’t keep contracting them out. I need the Omega team training together, so we can start utilizing them for what they were hired for.”

Slumping back in the chair, Marco ran a hand down his face in frustration. When Devon opened his mouth to say something, he held up his hand to stop him. “It’s all right. I knew this was coming. I’m not happy about it, but I understand where you’re coming from. And I got the same shit from Harper last night. She needs to get back to her practice. Her staff has been there, but she can’t continue doing things from here.”

It was obvious neither of his bosses were happy the case had been left dangling without a solution. But who knew if the guy was just bidding his time or had been killed in a car wreck or arrested for something else within the past few weeks. They couldn’t keep hiding here forever. Devon uncrossed his arms and leaned forward. “We’re not saying we aren’t still going to be protecting her, but it’s going to be a lower scale. It could be weeks, months, or never before he strikes again. You two, Mara, and Karen are welcome to stay in Nick and Jake’s apartment. Neither one of them will be in for at least another month the way things stand now. And it’s not like there aren’t enough beds in this compound to accommodate everyone. We’ll keep Blackhawk’s men on a rotating assignment for anytime Harper or her mom have to leave the compound.” There was a pause and Marco could almost guess what was coming. “Egghead, Boomer, and I will be heading out on Monday to do a week’s recon in Belize. Keon called with some info on the white slavery case they’ve been dogging and wants us to check things out. He doesn’t want to go through channels because he’s afraid they have an internal leak. The last two times they tried to check things out, the operation had up and scrammed before they got there.”

Larry Keon was the number-two man in the FBI—the Assistant Deputy Director—and Trident’s main contact in the agency. It was through him many of their contracts and missions had been acquired. Ian dropped his hand on the desk. “You know we’ll do anything for Harper and you. You’re family. But I can’t keep handing cases off. I’m not sending you with Dev because I know you need to be close for now. So, as of tomorrow, you’re back on drill instructor detail with Omega.”

Nodding, Marco asked, “Anything specific you want me to start with?”

“Yeah. How to avoid a hard-on while on the princess detail.”

A bark of laughter came from Devon, while Marco groaned and rolled his eyes. “Seriously? Tahira’s coming for a visit? For how long?”

Princess Tahira was the daughter of the King of Timasur, a small country in Northern Africa near Mali. While the king, queen, and prince were friendly and undemanding during their excursions to the family’s vacation residence in Clearwater Beach, the twenty-four-year-old exotic beauty was a completely different story. Especially when it came to her unmarried American bodyguards supplied by Trident. The original team members rotated through the ‘princess detail’ with personnel from Blackhawk Security and worked with the Timasur guards to keep her safe during the visits. There wasn’t a single one of them who hadn’t been hit on by Tahira, and whenever they turned her down, her ‘revenge’ consisted of hours of shopping in every boutique within a hundred-mile radius—give or take a few miles.

But whatever happened during Ian and Angie’s vacation in Timasur last year, at the King’s invitation, had softened Boss-man’s opinion of the woman. “She’s coming in next Thursday and will be staying for three weeks. Nothing big is scheduled, except a charity function she’ll be attending. I’m supposed to be getting a fax on that later today. Two of her female cousins are also coming in, but Tahira, of course, takes priority over them if anything goes down. Drill it into the Omega team’s heads I will kill anyone who can’t control themselves around her—she’s off-limits. Costello has nothing to worry about, since as far as I can tell Tahira has no interest in other women, but every guy who hasn’t put a ring on someone’s third finger is fair game for her.”

Marco grinned at Ian. “Think I can avoid the come-on if I let her know about Harper and Mara?”

“I actually think she’ll be thrilled for you, but then she’ll add the rug-rat shops to her list of stops.” Marco gave Devon the finger when he started laughing again, since as the bosses, Ian and he didn’t have to rotate through the detail, unless it was an important event. “Anyway, back to the present, you might want to wander into the garage later—Babs reported for duty today.”

Tempest VanBuren’s call sign in the Air Force had been well earned. Babs was short for ‘bad-assed bitch’—a moniker she’d been given after several harrowing missions where she did some remarkable helicopter flying and saved the lives of numerous troops, quite often under enemy fire. Her last military mission didn’t end as planned, though, when she had no choice but to crash land the helo. She’d suffered a career ending injury, but somehow the five men on board with her had walked away with a few scratches, their bells rung, and one or two broken bones. Having been on numerous missions in the Middle East, with Babs flying SEAL Team Four in and out of danger, the news of her crash had reached them pretty quickly. As soon as Ian had heard she was retiring from the military, due to her injury, but could still fly, he’d called her with the job offer. On top of everything else, she was an ace mechanic, so she would be flying and maintaining their new chopper, along with their vehicles.

Marco had experience flying choppers from before his SEAL days and kept current with all his licenses and certifications. But they’d wanted a full-time pilot who would be able to stay with the bird during a mission, and Marco was too valuable a team member to be left behind. However, he would do some training with Babs, so he could take over if needed. “Yeah, I’ll check in with her now.” He stood. “Then I’ll go get Harper’s schedule for you. She’ll probably be calling to thank you since she’s been chomping at the bit to go back to the office.”

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