“Well, I am telling you I have to, but I am sure you will get your chance helping me to bring him in. The meeting is a way of getting him in a confined space so that we can take him alive. He is supposed to come with only two guards. The intel came from a debrief with your friend, Sergeant First Class Thompson. He arranged the meeting during his captivity. What do you know of SFC Thompson?” she asked.
“I know he’s one hell of a non-commissioned officer and one of my good friends. Can’t get no better than Tommy. I would trust him with my life.”
“Well,” she said. “We are going to have to, because right now, he has our lives in his hands. If this goes to shit, we are fucked.”
Logan sat for a moment and grimaced. “The one thing I don’t get is how did Tommy set this all up if he is in the States?”
“I’m not sure, but when I get on the sat-phone later, I can ask. Are you going to brief your guys later?”
“Yeah, it should give them something to look forward to. I know I am,” Logan replied as he stuffed the papers back into the envelope. “I will wait until you have some more info from your people. For now, let’s just keep this between us.
“It’s getting close to eleven hundred hours. I gotta go get the guys, but I will be back. You’re welcome to hang out here, or if you need to go see the colonel, he will be in his office by now.” He grabbed his IBA—Individual Body Armor—and tossed his helmet on his head. “Just another day at the office,” he said as he walked out the door, shooting her that killer smile and a wink.
What is it about that man that stirs my blood and shoots right to my pussy? she thought as she grabbed her helmet and made her way out the door across the FOB back to her room to see if she could get her handler on the phone. If not, she would call headquarters to get some answers, then she would go to the colonel’s office to brief him.
Sitting down on her bunk, she grabbed her bag and searched for her sat-phone. Pushing the memory button, it dialed directly to her handler, Chance Maxwell. He seemed like a good guy, and he had contacts all over the world. She had heard he ran some computer securities firm, but those were just rumors. She just knew that there had to be a reason why he didn’t tell her the entire story, unless he didn’t know either. It looked like the envelope had been sealed at the White House, so maybe the only one who knew was the president himself. She just knew right now that she needed some answers or at least the semblance of some. The phone rang and rang again. Nothing, no answer. Damn, she thought, rolling her eyes at the thought of calling Langley.
“Fuck me,” she yelled just as someone knocked on her door. “Who is it?” she asked.
“It’s me, Logan. I’d be happy to assist if the offer is still open.” As he cracked the door open, a grin from one ear to the other pasted itself on his face. “If you give me a few minutes, I will give the guys something to do,” he said, laughing.
“Come in, smartass. What’s up?” She was curious as to why he was back so soon. “You missed me already? It’s only been a couple of hours,” she said, smiling.
“Well, the guys and I thought we would invite you over to lose some of your money. We got a poker game starting up in about twenty minutes, but if you need me to assist you with a roll in the bunk, I don’t mind. I will take one for the team.”
Laughing at him, she replied, “I bet you would.” But on the inside, she was craving him, mind, body, and soul. What was it about this green-eyed stud that got her motor running besides his eyes, his body, his accent, his smile, and, oh yes, his huge cock? She wasn’t even sure she could handle him inside her, but she was prepared to take the chance.
“I promise it’s not strip poker, just regular ole clothed poker. Do you think you can handle it? Are you in? After the game, we can head over to the chow hall and eat.”
“Sure, why not? I’ve been known to take a hand or two. Give me a few minutes, and I will be right over.”
“Your deal, Bryant?” Adams tossed Bryant the deck of cards.
“Who’s got the pot so far?” Bryant interjected.
“Looks like Kenzie is kicking all our asses,” answered Logan. “I thought you said you didn’t play often?” When he looked at Kenzie, a smile crept over his face.
“Naw, I said I have been known to take a hand or two. You didn’t tell me that all of you sucked at poker,” she said, laughing as she picked up card after card that Bryant shuffled her way. “It’s not my fault y’all suck and my daddy was a great teacher.”
Adams popped up across the table and replied, “Well, if she wins this pot, I am done. I’ve already lost enough, and my wife is already gonna kick my ass when I get home. If I lose more, I am dead meat.”
“Well, buddy, you best start prepping for an ass kickin’,” Logan replied, “’cause this hand is gonna take the pot.”
“Oh, really?” she said. “Would you like a little side wager on that, Logan? Let’s say three hundred bucks?”
No sooner did Kenzie offer the side wager than the other two men bowed out. “Oh no, way too rich for our blood,” Bryant and Adams replied in unison. “We are outta here! We are gonna go ahead and beat the rush to chow. We will see you both over there.”
“Okay, let’s see what you got, big talker,” she said, smiling.
“You think you can handle what I got? You already got an eyeful last night. I am hoping you like what you saw.”
“Maybe I did, and I think if I get the chance, I am willing to give it a try. Can’t very well just drop our clothes and fuck here on the table, now can we?” she said as she stood up, staring into his deep green eyes, never once looking away.
“Are you talking about a challenge?” he said as he stood up and walked toward her. His heart raced, and he could feel the pounding in his toes. He had never felt this way, and it rattled him a bit, but he tried not to let it show. He inched closer to her, taking her hand in his, then placing it on his heart.
“No, it’s not a challenge,” she said. Her voice hitched as she felt his heartbeat beneath her fingertips as her own tried to match his. His skin felt warm and smooth, and his heat shot a warmth straight between her legs, and her folds moistened.
“You feel that?” he asked as he pulled his shirt up then slipped her hand on his bare chest. The warmth of his skin and the beating of his heart stirred her soul. Pulling her into him, he cupped her face with his hand. She leaned into him, and her heart sped faster. She was anxious and wondered where this would all lead. She had wanted him from the moment she saw him standing near the chopper pad, the wind whipping, dust swirling, and he stood unwaveringly. She knew at that moment he would take her heart; she just didn’t expect it would be in the middle of a war zone. Her heart raced as he leaned in and touched her lips to his. A kiss like none she had ever experienced before. She couldn’t help but to give herself to him.
She paused for a moment to try and regain her composure. “What if one of the guys comes back?” she asked.
“They won’t. They are at the chow hall, and chow doesn’t start for another twenty-five minutes. We are safe here, and I can put the padlock on the door if you want. We can lock ourselves in. Will that make you feel better, darlin’?” he said as slid the poker chips to the floor and lifted Kenzie onto the table. He kissed her deeply as he pulled away to lock the door on the inside. Once he had the lock on and had turned to face her, he pulled his tan t-shirt off, exposing his torso. Her heart skipped a beat as she got another look at his washboard abs. Her body shook, and she could feel her pussy throb, and as he approached her she got wetter, and once he had set himself standing in front of her, she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him in closer.