Page 65 of Covert Mission
A concerning thought hits, but Evan asks what I’m thinking before I do. “Are we sure this is real and not some ploy to get us out in the open at night?”
“That’s what I was wondering. We need to keep our eyes open.”
Justice and Belle join our circle—Justice looks strapped and ready, Camile’s coworker just plain looks alarmed. He grabs Belle and pulls her closer when she hesitates, then offers his opinion. “I think it’s legit. I met that guy earlier in town today. He was working with one of the teams.”
A moth the size of a helicopter buzzes me. I swat it away. Instead of getting hit in the face by its wings, I get smacked on the forehead by a gigantic rain drop.
We all look up at the inky sky as if we'd be able to see clouds. Rain is not what this situation needs.
All of us crowd under the eave of mycabinaas a torrent unleashes around us. As rain often does in places like this, it’s zero to downpour in seconds. “Let’s wrap this up. I’m glad we have a visual on him from earlier. That’s good information.”
Everyone mumbles their agreement.
“Alright, we roll out in three minutes. Take your own protective gear.”
After looking out at the rain, they all glare at me. Oh no. “You’renotcoming inside. You can forget it.”
Evan’s smirk is back. He quirks a brow. “I wonder why.”
“Just get your shit and get ready to roll.”
Without another thought of concern about their asses getting soaked, I spin on my heel and storm through the door.
As I slam the door and click the lock, I brace myself. This is gonna hurt. Seeing Camile wearing the flush of my orgasm is not what I need right now.
Damn you, fate.
I’ve had punches to the gut that didn’t even touch the blow of seeing her beneath that blanket. The sight of Camile in my bed makes my feet glue to the floor, a knot twist inside my chest, and a stab of eagerness roll through my cock.
I’d never complain about helping a person in a dire crisis, but man, I sure do wish I was coming back to crawl into that bed right now.
It pains me to break the news. “We gotta roll. Get dressed, sweetheart.”
She raises her head, sleepily pushing her hair back from her face. Her cheeks are still flushed. Her eyes are soft and sexy as all fuck.
“Are you okay—” When she registers my expression, she scrambles off the bed.
I catch her as she stumbles, grabbing both her upper arms, and pulling her against my chest.
Dammit. She smells good. I close my eyes and drink in that scent. Like honey, sin, and bad decisions. She’s the kryptonite to my control.
I press my face against her hair and wish that I didn’t have to go to work.
“What’s wrong?”
“One of the rescue teams found someone. They need more men to help.”
Her body stiffens as her small hands fist my T-shirt. “Are they alive?”
I can’t stop myself from pulling her tighter to me. When I kiss her temple, she leans against me. Molding her tall, lithe body to mine from knees to shoulders.
“I presume so since we’re being scrambled in the middle of the night. Otherwise, they’d wait until morning. It would be safer to dig then. We need to roll and we have to hurry. The team is waiting outside.”
She tenses and looks up at me. “I’m worried.”
I lean down and scoop up her things. She quickly shimmies into her bra. I guide her arms into her shirt and pull it down, tragically covering her tits. As she pulls on her panties and shorts, I say, “We’ll be fine. All of us have made careers out of surviving dangerous situations.”
“I know… I just.”