Page 64 of Covert Mission
I can smell my own arousal on his fingers.
His tone is sexy but full of his frustration about being interrupted. “I have to take care of that.”
I try to nod or get my tongue to work, but only manage to lick my bruised lower lip.
Something’s wrong with the wiring in my body. Nothing else is working.
He kisses my forehead. Inhales deeply and confesses, “I’ve never seen anything hotter.”
When he stands to his full towering height, he adjusts his cock in his cargo pants. A devilish smile curls my lips. I love knowing I made him so hard.
He growls and shakes his head playfully at me. “Little devil.”
After he tugs the blanket from the foot of the bed over me, Lucas grabs the weapon he’d left on the table, puts it back in his waist holster, and crosses thecabinato the door.
When he disappears into the night, I mentally smack my hand to my forehead.
What have I done?
ChapterEighteen
Somebody better be bleeding or on fire. Or both.
Fucking A.Of all the times…
I step into the humid night air and insects whir around me as I scan the area with a glare.
The last twenty-four hours have tried me in ways I didn’t know possible. And what I’ve just done in there with Camile is going to complicate the hell out of my life.
I spot Evan standing a dozen paces away. My tone is as friendly as an executioner’s. “What’s up?”
He gives me a fleeting smirk as he glances toward the closed door behind me. “I wondered if I was going to have to knock again.”
I flip him off. “You got me out of bed.”
I’ll refrain from telling him I was in bed finger-fucking the woman I have no business rolling with.
Evan says, “Sorry about that. But?—”
Out of the corner of my eye, I spot Truck jogging toward us. Scout is coming out of hiscabinatoo.
That’s when I know something is going down. Everyone is in go mode.
“Shit, this looks bad.”
Evan motions toward town, his expression is all business now. “We got a callout. They need all the strong men they can get for an extraction. One of the team leaders came to find us.”
Truck is pulling on his T-shirt over his ripped abs as he says, “The guy said one of the dogs found someone.”
A shudder rolls through me as adrenaline starts to take up residence in my muscles, chasing away the other chemical cocktail of sex hormones.
“Let me get Camile. She’s coming with us.”
Truck’s expression turns dark. “Good plan. It wouldn’t be smart to leave Camile or Belle here without protection. Especially if people see us in town. Belle’s with Justice, they’re coming now.” Evan hooks his thumb toward the yellowcabina.
Something stirs my nerves. “We go as a unit and take the trucks. I don’t want to take any chances that one of us has a run in with the rebels.”
“Great minds,” Truck says as he checks his weapon’s magazine.