Nina points to a current picture of Managus on the screen and adds, “He’s a handsome fucker, too. That don’t hurt either.”
I look at her, and she says, “What? He is.”
Just then, Justin points to the live feed. “They’re on the move.”
Nina says, “Dirk is inbound. He’ll set the helicopter on the beach.” She points outside. “Fly nap of the earth to the rocks. You’ll drop in the water. Swim in through the gap. The lagoon is not guarded.”
I stand. “Let’s go.”
When Dirk comes down the beach, he is less than twenty feet off the water in a Coast Guard Jayhawk. He sets it down, and we jump in. Then he picks it up and hauls ass.
While we were getting our gear ready, we watched Managus and Marie travel down the cliff and out onto the road. They turned toward the bar, not toward town.
While we were getting our gear ready, we watched Managus and Marie travel down the cliff and out onto the road. They turned toward the bar, not toward town.
Pete watched us pack our gear, then his phone rang while Nina got a text alert. He stepped out to take it while she read, “It’s Zane. The mission is FBI sanctioned. We are going in as Born To Fight Task Force. We have a green light to rescue and recover everyone.”
I called out the assignments. “Motherfucker and Danger, you two will locate and secure the other girls. Badass, Hammer, and Fastball will be with me.”
When Dirk hovers over the drop point, we bail off and swim to the rocks. As soon as we enter the gap, the water gets shallow, and instead of swimming, we pull ourselves through. While Lucifer strokes it out next to Jocko. Before we leave the shadow, I scan the lagoon beach with a monocular. It is deserted, but there are two ATVs parked in the cave entrance.
We submerge again and pull ourselves to the beach, keeping the noise of splashing to a minimum. After we secure the empty cave, I key Nina on the earpiece. “Foxtrot. We’re in. Coms will be in-op while we are in the mountain. Update on targets position?”
“They entered the bar ten minutes ago.”
“Catch you on the other side. Rocket out.”
17
Gabriel
When we enter the bar, I have Marie on a leash. It was her idea to use the dog collar to hook her to me with the leather strap. I knew this girl was smart, but her idea was brilliant, and I couldn't argue with her logic.
She's wearing what she called a slouchy t-shirt dress that she made by tying a single gathering knot off her hip. It's baggy as fuck and shows nothing. Which is perfect.
On the ride in the jeep, she didn't hold her hair, letting it fly in every direction, and it's tangled as fuck.
She looks a hot mess, and she's behaving meekly like a punished puppy, complete with new bruises.
"I'm not an actress, Gabriel. I don't want to fuck up and get us killed. If I'm bruised up, they'll assume you had to beat me to tame me. Fresh bruises will be convincing. They will set the tone. You have to!"
So, this morning, I tied her hands together, then strung her up on the back porch and fucked her from behind. I rub my fingertips together, remembering how every time I pinched her rosebud tip between them, she jerked, then begged me to pound her harder.
I got carried away and slapped her ass. She screamed, "YES!" So, I slapped it again, and she encouraged me to keep doing it.
What started off as just a means to an end ended up opening a door neither of us will likely be able to close. The controlled delivery of consensual dominance was a turn-on for both of us. Right before her orgasm, her legs stiffened. Then they started quivering again, and this time, when I thrust my hard cock inside her instead of my fingers, slamming it all the way to the hilt, bottoming out in her, she literally exploded and squirted all over the porch, and I did too.
Best damn fuck of my life.
When I let her down and unbound her, she was crying. I carried her to the pool, and she cuddled the whole way. She kept telling me, "Thank you."
I was at a loss for words. I don't understand tears, to begin with, but when they are from a woman, I care so deeply for, they were like knives in my heart. It was a crazy sensation. Her tears were stabbing me, while her thank yous were soothing me.
I eased her down into the cool pool, then held her until she stopped crying and got a firm grip on her emotions. Then I lifted her out of the pool, and we sat on the side, eating our fill of passion fruit. After that, we slept under the stars on the grass until the sun came up and enjoyed a beautiful sunrise together.
Walking back to the house with our fingers threaded together, her other hand held my arm so she could lay her face on it. I have never felt more cherished and appreciated before.
Looking at her blue marks now, I see them as badges of courage from a brave woman for the rescue of innocents and know we have bonded on more levels than most couples ever experience. She and I are kindred spirits.
Strutting my hardass up to the bar, I order my usual two shots of whiskey and a beer. When the bartender brings them, he says, "Rough night, Alejandro?"
I nod. "Rougher than I like, but the bitch had to learn a lesson." I slam the shots back, then ask him, "Billy, I've been summoned this morning."
He says, "Yeah, I know."
"Is he here?"
"Not yet. You'll know when he arrives." He looks at me. "All the Wicked Ones are required to travel with him."
"Perfect." I roll my eyes. "Nothing like a crew of psychopath pirates to deal with first thing in the morning."
He chuckles, reaches for the whiskey bottle, and pours me another shot. "This one is on the house."
I slam it back, then take my beer and scan the area, looking around to see how many men in the crowded bar I know. The only one I recognize is Roberto. He's eating a platter of eggs and pancakes with his wife. He has his back to the door, so he's facing the booths.
I check my watch. We still have ten minutes, so I stroll out onto the patio to wait. Completely ignoring Marie as planned, she follows meekly like a punished puppy with her eyes down. I notice some bastards checking her out, so I give them a direct hardass stare. They all look away, except one. He gives me an approving head nod. I disregard his gesture, but yank Marie to me by the leash, grip her jaw with my hand forcing her mouth open, and give her a suffocating kiss. She kisses me back, hungry for my tongue, and I give it to her to reassure her. When I release her, I tell her, "Good girl," and a flash of I-dig-hearing-that flashes in her eyes, then she resumes the pitiful puppy persona.
Damn, that was hot! I smirk as my cock hardens, then turn to look at the dude and give him a wicked grin. He gives me another more respectful head nod, then looks away.
Marie
I had no idea I was this kind of woman! None! If you had told me that I would love being spanked by a man, I would have laughed in your face. But … I do. I so do!
Every step I take, my bruised, spanked ass responds with a little "hello," and it's making me wet. Avoiding eye contact with Gabriel is a must because I don't think I can hide my love for him. His kiss just then, followed by his 'Good girl' comment, made it pounce out of my eyes, and that's dangerous.
I close my eyes, and my throat tightens. This 'adventure' is about to come to an end, one way or the other, and the thought that he won't be a part of my future is really what has me terrified right now.