The Omega Team: His Rysk to Take (Kindle Worlds Novella) Read online

  She placed her plate down. “Why did you come here?”

  “I told you.”

  “No, I mean why before this came to your attention, did you pick here?”

  “I can’t answer that.”

  She got to her feet and took both plates to the kitchen. “Make sure you remember that there’s a huge difference between can’t and won’t, Mat.”

  It was the first time she’d said his name and he’d forgotten how much he loved it rolling off her tongue.

  She went down the hall and flipped on a light.

  Mat followed.

  “You can sleep here. It’s all clean. Rest up for when we leave early.” She left him there and went across the hall then vanished through the doorway.

  Unwilling to sleep without making sure it was all buttoned up and the place was secure, by the time he finished casing all the doors and windows, he heard the shower kick on. Instantly, his mind was flooded with images of her naked body being soaped up and rinsed off and it had his cock hard again, ready to split metal.

  Not giving a damn about the ramifications, he ripped his shirt off over his head with one hand while he undid his jeans with the other. Moments later, he was pushing aside the gray and yellow striped shower curtain to join her in the shower.

  Sheri stood beneath the spray, face tilted up to accept the water streaming down.

  He swore under his breath as he ran his gaze over her nakedness. Skin still dusky and beautiful, making him want nothing more than to run his tongue along it and discover if her body was still ticklish in all the same places. Her ass was a pure work of art, and he wanted nothing more than to grip it in his hands as he fucked her. Hard.

  Drawing the curtain closed behind him, he turned her to him and captured her mouth, not giving her any time to speak.

  She didn’t fight him on it, opened willingly in fact, and met his tongue with her own.

  Their tongues entwined and danced along one another. Siding his hands down her wet form, he gripped her ass as he’d been longing to do.

  “Fuck me,” she begged around his tongue exploring his mouth. Her fingers dug into his shoulders.

  “I plan on it.” He popped her on the ass. “Legs around me,” he ordered even as he lifted.

  She listened and hooked her ankles around behind him.

  A position he enjoyed so much as it lined her pussy up with his dick. “Put me inside you.”

  She flicked her tongue along his lips before lining him up to her entrance.

  Mat flexed his hips and pushed home into her heat. The familiar rapture of being with her returned and he moaned low in the back of his throat.

  “God yes,” she cried.

  Mat turned them so the heated water hit them both and put her back to the wall of the shower. Kissing her face, chin, and neck, he continued pumping slow and methodical.

  She clenched around him and undulated. “Faster,” the word fell from her lips on a plea.

  “Not yet,” he replied. Honestly, he wasn’t sure what had happened to manage giving him a bit of control over his raging hormones.

  She twisted his nipple and chomped her teeth in his direction. “Now.”

  Drawing back, so he could look in her eyes, he held her gaze. The need he saw humbled him, even after all this time, to know she wanted him this much. “Pushy.”

  “Needy,” she corrected. Hands on his shoulders, she dug her nails into his flesh. “Fuck me, now.”

  There wasn’t any way to miss that demand. And as much as he wanted to lose himself in the fast thrusts, deep strokes of her wet heat, this too, was its own reward. Making her wait just a tad bit longer.

  “Mat,” she whispered.

  He looked up and stared at her.

  The water had her skin glistening. There was a faint flush on her beautiful face, from the heat and him. The emotion in her eyes swirled with a tempestuous force. “Damn you,” she muttered.

  Mat lifted his lips to a smirk then the thought was wiped completely from his mind. She did something with her pussy, flexed the walls, tightened the vise, something that completely short circuited his brain.

  All he could do was pick up the speed in which he’d been moving. This was not a tease for her anymore. This was the time to fuck her. He began to piston his hips, driving with a heavy force in and out of her body.

  “Yes,” she purred. “Of all that’s holy, yes!”

  His balls drew tight and he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. She had to come first, had to. Maneuvering his hand between them, he found her clit. He pinched it and rubbed it as she screamed his name aloud to the steamy room they occupied.

  The walls of her pussy rippled around him as she came, hard. He was right on her heels. Her cries echoed in his ears as he continued riding the pleasure until they both sagged against one another, hearts beating like drums.

  “Fuck,” he swore as he prayed his legs held out. This had taken more out of him than he recalled it did.

  “I agree. Let’s do it again.” She leaned forward and nipped his lower lip. “This time, I want you in my ass.” Sheri had never been shy about what she wanted.

  Right, like men never wanted to hear that. His cock thickened even more inside her.

  Mat set her back down with her feet touching the floor of the shower. Then withdrew from her and turned her around. Lowering his head, he placed a kiss on the back of her shoulder, along the wings and halo tattoo she had there. The gold cursive of her last name, sat at an angle through the halo between the gold edged pearl wings. “We’ll get there,” he promised. “I’m not anywhere near done with you yet.”

  Her answer was to push her ass back into him.

  αβ

  He was alone in Sheri’s bed. No lights were on but he heard movement out in the main part of her home. Padding naked to his room, he grabbed his jeans and tugged them on. Then he went to the living room, scratching the scruff on his face.

  Flight bags were open out on the couch when she walked in from the kitchen carrying two piles of identical items, which she placed before each one.

  He stepped forward when she lifted her gaze to him.

  Leaning over her back, he fingered a lock of her hair falling free of the clip. “Red. I like it,” he said with a soft smile.

  “Need something to do?”

  “Put me to work.”

  She gestured to the bags. “Pack please. And make sure they both have the same things. Then the two bags on the overstuffed chair. Pack those as well as you can.”

  He knew how to pack a bag. “This is a lot of stuff.”

  “Trying to eliminate the need to come back.”

  Something he understood quite well. He jumped in, grateful she was willing to help.

  As he finished up the final two, Liz entered the house and spoke softly to Sheri.

  He compared the women in the light from her home as opposed to the bar light from the previous night. Now their differences were more tangible.

  Liz was a bit darker skinned and possessed fuller curves. A beautiful woman. Not the one that revved his motor like Sheri did, however.

  The women glanced over at him.

  Sheri’s gaze heated but her expression stayed the same.

  Mat understood and recognized the look. Focus on the mission ahead.

  Chapter Four

  “I don’t think this is the place.” Sheri wiped the sweat off her forehead. “Good thought, but it looks like an animal path. Adults may be careful enough but scared young children rarely are about where they place their feet.”

  “And it’s not deep enough to have men carrying children,” Mat added.

  She didn’t miss the frustration and disappointment in still not finding their route. Or eliminating all of them. The sun beat down without mercy upon them. He’d already stripped off his shirt. She was in a bikini top, having folded her wetsuit down. The water felt cold as fuck but when not in it, you got warm…fast.

  Crouching by the backpack, she withdrew the map and open
ed it to this location. They didn’t have many left. A quick mark and it was notated that this was not the location. Slanting her gaze to the man beside her, she bit the inside of her cheek. His hair’s wet ends dropped water along his broad shoulders that rolled along the muscle play and down. Lucky droplet. The sun-kissed skin called to her for touching, tasting, exploring.

  “Let’s eat here,” she blurted out.

  “Sounds fine to me.”

  She pushed to her feet and went to their food where she prayed for self control. Desperately. Mat was too potent.

  Ten years since he’d been with her but as last night proved, the chemistry between them had its own level of intensity. Her breasts grew heavy with want and she fought the urge to pluck at her own diamond hard tips.

  “Coming?” he asked.

  Such a loaded word.

  “Sure.” Yeah, her voice was much deeper than usual. Maybe he won’t notice.

  The heat in his gaze told her how wrong she’d been about that wish.

  With a head jerk, she carried the food to a sunny clearing and sat with her back propped against a fallen tree. Tossing him a sandwich and bottle of water, she unwrapped her own meal and dug in.

  He didn’t insist on conversation, just ate which she appreciated. Once they ate, she toyed with the bottle cap and closed her eyes. “The next place has a viable chance. It’s rocky when you get out, so no footprints would be left behind, unless they are massive.”

  “How far to that place?”

  The sun warmed her. “We can kayak a bit of it, then we’re going on foot. I’m not sending you solo on a class five.” She pinned her gaze on him. “No arguments.”

  “I’m not about to push my luck. No argument.”

  She ran another assessing glance over him. “What injury are you recovering from? I don’t see anything and I didn’t last night in the shower.”

  Electricity crackled along the air between them.

  “I tore some muscles in my shoulder. I’m on light duty.”

  She lingered her appraisal over his bared, tan shoulders. He hadn’t had any problem lifting her and fucking her against the shower wall. Her pussy throbbed at the reminder of his thick shaft thrusting hard and unyielding between her legs. A small whimper escaped and she coughed to cover it up. “I’ve been thinking,” she said forcing her mind off the sex path.

  “About?”

  “All of it. I mean. Not having a very thriving business taking one child at a time, right? High risk, low reward.”

  He stretched out beside her.

  Sheri tried to avoid the defined six-pack and ‘happy trail’ leading her where she longed to put her hand. Or tongue. Hell, why not both?

  “I’m with you.” He closed his eyes. “I’m starting to wonder if this is merely a stop along the route and the children from here were an addition to, not the original lot.”

  “So where are they getting them?”

  He opened his eyes. “And where are they going with them?”

  Neither had the answer.

  “Maybe we need to find a spot with an access road nearby.” She jogged to get the map and returned to spread it out between them. With the marker in hand, she bent forward to circle those areas.

  “I should have thought of this before. They’re not going to want to traipse far with young kids,” he said.

  “We were thinking on a smaller scale to start. No time to beat yourself up.”

  He didn’t respond and she looked up to find him transfixed on her breasts, hanging in the material of her top as she bent forward. “Up here. My eyes are up here.”

  His green stare singed every inch it touched. “Sheri.” His lips crushed hers the next second as they rolled on the grass. The rich pungent scent rising as they crushed the blades.

  “We need to go.” Her words meant nothing as she shoved her hand down the front of his wetsuit. There wasn’t any room to maneuver and yet, she purred with contentment when she curled her fingers around his cock.

  He groaned, a sound that shot straight to her clit. It wasn’t pretty but they wriggled out of their wet suits, leaving them each in their shorts, and bikini top for her. The second his shorts were kicked free, she purred and put her second hand on the thick shaft jutting form the nest of dark hair.

  Mat undid the tie holding up her top, allowing her breasts to spill free. He cupped them, swiping his thumbs over her nipples.

  She whimpered, tightening her hold on his dick.

  Eyes locked on one another, he rolled the tips of her nipples in his fingers, tugging, and manipulating them to tight points.

  Her pussy clenched, desperate to have him inside her. But first, she wanted to taste him—wanted those pearl drops leaking from the large head of his cock on her tongue. She’d long been addicted to his flavor. Dipping down, she swirled her tongue along the crown, his moan filling the air.

  “Sheri, fuck, don’t do this.”

  Oh, she was doing this. He delivered a final pinch on her nipples and more cream filled her pussy as she trembled. Opening her mouth, she took him in, slipping her mouth down his length as she removed her hands.

  “Shit!” Mat fisted his hands in her hair, almost as if he wanted to keep her where she was.

  Not that she had any intention of going anywhere. Up and down, she bobbed her head, her mouth slipping along his length. His flavor was heady.

  She squealed slightly when he yanked her bottom half toward him. In one moment, she’d gone from bending between his legs, to straddling them and his fingers pushed beyond her shorts deep inside her wet slit.

  Her eyes rolled back into her head and she whimpered once more, pushing back into him. He shoved her shorts and bikini bottom to the side and she trembled at the first swipe of his tongue, along her pussy lips.

  Tightly wound, she tried so hard to focus on the shaft in her mouth, but his fingers and tongue were driving her to distraction. He added a third finger to her pussy and pinched her clit. She cried out, her throat vibrating around his dick, which had him jerking up, burrowing his length deeper in her throat.

  “Christ, you’re going to kill me, Sheri.” He removed his fingers then smacked her on the ass. “I want inside this sweet pussy. Turn around here, so I can suck on your breasts while you ride me.”

  Reluctantly, she released him with a pop. Wiping at her mouth, she turned and crawled up over him, eyes locked on him. She captured her lower lip in her in her teeth and reached between her legs to grasp his cock. Rocking her hips back and forth, she rubbed him between her legs, smiling when he grunted, shooting her a needy look.

  Holding his gaze, she lifted up slightly and pushed him by her shorts and bikini bottom into her pussy. Ever so slowly, she sank down upon him, doing her best to retain her own helpless moan. When he was completely inside her, she released her breath, although, granted it sounded more like a throaty purr.

  “Fuck yeah,” he uttered, sliding his hands up her back, encouraging her to bend forward.

  Sheri rotated her hips on him as she allowed him to position her closer, so he could draw a nipple into his mouth. Yes, this is what she wanted. What she needed.

  He nipped, sucked, and flicked his tongue over her pointed tip.

  Each swipe sent a new fissure of electricity through her. It wasn’t enough and yet, at the same time, it would catapult her over the edge of reason.

  Sinking her hand into the thick hair along the back of his head, she held him to her as she picked up the pace. His fingers dug into her flesh as she undulated on his thick cock. Back and forth. Up and down. Rotating.

  She used him for her own pleasure and set her own pace. He released her breast and paid the same attention to the other one. Her head tipped up to the sun, she closed her eyes and allowed herself to just enjoy the man with her. His thickness stretched her in the best of ways, her pussy walls gripped him, trying to keep him tight inside her.

  Eventually, she pushed him back down, hands on his shoulders and picked up her speed. More. She needed to hi
t that cusp, to get that incredible tingling throughout her entire body from the soles of her feet up to the top of her head.

  Grinding, lifting, and more, she held out as long as she could. Until Mat gripped her hips and began powering up into her. Slamming hard, making her cry out as she neared the end.

  Their voices mingled in the sunny afternoon and when she came, she screamed his name to the heavens. Two powerful more strokes and she felt the thick ropes of his cum releasing into her with strong jets.

  Panting and worn out, Sheri settled onto his chest, keeping him still deep within her. She loved this, the feeling of euphoria after the fact. How he held her as if she truly meant something to him. The sound of his heart thundering just as hard as her own, the smell of sex and sweat in the air.

  Perfect.

  For a brief moment, they were allowed this fantasy, where everything was right in their world. Where it wasn’t about anyone other than the two of them.

  Chapter Five

  Mat threw up his fist. Sheri paused behind him silent as any operative. Pleased, he waved her closer, aware he couldn’t use the hand signals that were second nature to him from his time in the service.

  He hardly heard her breathing as she reached him.

  “What do we do?” she asked.

  He hated this. This was a scouting mission, not an op. He wasn’t properly equipped. Ten men with automatic weapons. He had a knife. And Sheri.

  They stared at the children, huddling in a scared group. He clamped a hand on her arm.

  Sheri’s body vibrated with fury.

  He understood, so did his.

  Never much gave the thought to having kids of his own but this scene tore at his heart strings.

  “Well?” she whispered.

  “I have a knife.”

  “And a Beretta.”