Moses (Men of Versteck Valley Book 2), page 15
His fingers slid beneath the scrap of fabric hiding her secret place and stroked her. Using her juices to ease the way, he slid a finger inside her warmth.
Immersed in sharpening desire, she widened her legs, held onto the side of his face and deepened their kiss.
He shuddered. His finger slid deeper inside her, waking her body from a long slumber. He added another finger, stretching, stroking, teasing, tempting until she couldn’t breathe.
“I’ve got you,” he whispered as she whimpered against his lips. Hips moving in tandem with the stroking of his fingers, she bucked beneath him when his teeth grazed her hard nipples.
He licked the taut bud and pulled her nipple into his mouth. It was the slow, sucking motion that blew her mind. He didn’t rush. Didn’t stop fingering her or heightening her pleasure. Awash in ecstasy, she moaned when he momentarily left one breast for the other.
She loved this.
He kissed her as if he hadn’t kissed her before, taking time to explore her mouth, while using his fingers in a way she hoped he would use his cock. Normally, she loved a lot of foreplay, but she could hear the noises his fingers made in the juices she released. Her body was more than ready to sheathe him.
When they broke apart, she touched his cock. He’d been leaking and was rock hard.
“Umm,” he moaned at her touch. He pulled his fingers toward him, watching her as he licked them clean.
Fascinated, she watched his face.
“Sweet, I want more.” He rolled over onto his back. “You’ll need to ride me for now. I promise to return the favor soon.”
The idea of sitting on his face, something she had only seen in books, intrigued her. She slid off the bed, pulled off her wet panties and crawled up against him. “I’ve never done this before,” she admitted.
“Come closer, I’ll put you where I can taste you.” He looked up. “You might want to hold onto the headboard. It’s attached to the wall, so be careful.”
Excited and hornier than she had ever been, she followed his instructions.
Once she was in place, he stared up at her for so long she thought she had done something wrong.
“You’re so beautiful and sexy and strong. I won’t ever forget seeing you like this. I’ll carry a snapshot of you, just like this, forever. Now relax and feed me.”
Surprised, touched, horny, she ran the gamut of emotions as he pulled her hips toward him. The first sensual stroke of his tongue grabbed her attention. She looked down. His eyes were closed, and he really did look as if he were enjoying every stroke.
Uncertain what to do in this position, she closed her eyes too and enjoyed the erotic sensations filling her. As his mouth, tongue and lips moved faster, sucked harder, stroked deeper, her hips moved. She didn’t waste one erotic moment wondering if it was the right thing to do, it was all she could do to keep up with the raw, spiraling need festering inside. One moment she was free to move on his face anyway she wanted, the next he grabbed her hips, held her in place and sucked hard.
Pleasure rippled from her core. Her body shook as she toppled over in unadulterated, ecstasy. Her heart beat so hard she was certain it was coming out of her chest. Shaking from her release, she didn’t look when he tore open the foil and slid it on or when he moved her just above his cock.
“Put it in.” His voice had deepened to a dark, gravelly, sound she hadn’t heard before. Shaky, she placed the tip at her entrance, took a deep breath and tried to relax as he pushed upward and pulled her down.
Full. Stretched. Delicious.
He thrust his hips to meet her every move; pushing up when she came down. He pulled her shoulders toward him slowly, holding her gaze, reading her enjoyment as her hips bobbed up and down on his cock.
“So tight. So good,” he said, his voice strained.
If she could talk, she would’ve agreed. Instead, she focused on the tightening low in her body. That liquid heat that stole her thoughts as it consumed her. She was so close.
“Come for me,” he growled. The bass in his voice skittered along her nerve endings, landed in her core, and sent her flying over the edge. Her body strained with her release, her breath rasped incomprehensible words as waves of bliss rolled through her.
Gasping for air, she held on to his shoulders as he held her tight and repeatedly slammed up into her. His loud grunt, followed by the stiffening of his body on a long moan and then boneless fall backward made her smile. She wouldn’t ever forget this night.
Before sliding off, she looked at his contented face. The man was breathing hard as if he’d just run a mile in ten minutes. Moses wouldn’t forget her anytime soon, either and she would spend the rest of the night making sure of that.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Morning sunlight had barely crossed the horizon when Moses and Jones went downstairs to meet two men with information to help them in their search of the traitor. He took a croissant, some fruit and a cup of coffee from the restaurant buffet while waiting for the waiter to bring his omelet and side of bacon.
He took the seat across from Jones who drank coffee. “Where are they?”
Moses shrugged and took a sip of the potent hot beverage. The jolt of caffeine went straight into his system. “I don’t know, the message said to be here at this time.” He had left Taylor in bed asleep, something he hadn’t wanted to do. If these jokers didn’t show up soon, he would be pissed.
“Do you plan to share information with them?”
“No. I won’t mention we have an eye witness. We still don’t know who passed the information of our mission to this asshole. That came from a leak on our side and I won’t put her or her family’s life in jeopardy.”
Jones nodded and took a scoop of his oatmeal. They ate in companionable silence.
Energized and ready to take on the world, Moses wanted this meeting over so he and Jones could find whoever sold them out. He wanted the matter settled so he could move on.
Move on? To what? Where?
Startled by his train of thought, Moses stared at his plate and took a slow sip of coffee. What am I thinking? Taylor. Thoughts of her and the incredible night they shared sat squarely, impatiently, in his mind. He didn’t like that. Right now, his entire focus needed to be on this meeting and strategizing how to go forward. They didn’t have a lot more time. The General would recall them by the end of the week if they hadn’t found this guy and send in others, which was another reason to protect Taylor and Travis.
“Are we any closer to identifying the guy today than yesterday?” Jones asked without meeting his gaze.
“Not really. I didn’t learn anything new.” Jones knew Moses and Taylor spent the night together, so Jones had to ask that question. Still, it didn’t sit right on Moses. Last night was personal and private.
Jones finished his food, pushed the bowl away as the waiter arrived with the rest of Moses’ breakfast.
Jones looked at the plates in front of Moses and smiled. “Hungry?”
“Starved.” He cut off a piece of omelet and ate.
Jones smiled but didn’t say anything for several moments. “Incoming.”
Moses didn’t look around and continued eating while Jones watched whoever came toward them.
“Morning, I’m Antonio.” Average height and weight, with dark eyes, thick dark wavy hair that brushed his shoulders, the newcomer offered a slight smile as he pulled out a chair and sat. “Sorry we’re late, accident held up traffic. Benson will be here in a minute.”
“Morning,” Jones and Moses said.
Antonio raised his hand. The waiter came over and took his order for a cappuccino and croissants.
No one spoke as they waited for Benson and the waiter. It made no sense to start talking until they were all there.
Benson, a shorter, round, bald, white male wore thick wire-rimmed glasses which made his piercing, blue eyes seem large, almost owlish.
“Sorry about being late,” he said breathing heavily. “Appreciate your patience, won’t hold you long. Any more coffee?” He looked at the table and raised his hand. “A pot of coffee, please,” he told the server.
“Si.”
Benson inhaled and glanced at Moses’ half-eaten omelet. “You’ve eaten, good utilization of time. Glad you didn’t wait.”
Waiting to eat had never crossed Moses mind. He and Jones both understood the importance of taking advantaged of good food, a warm bed, or shower whenever possible.
The waiter returned with a cup and a pot of coffee.
Benson took a sip and exhaled. “Good stuff.” They each properly introduced themselves. Moses expected them to go someplace private, either his room or Jones’ to share information. When Benson didn’t make that suggestion, Moses’ knew either they had no sensitive material to share, which would include names, locations or areas of known targets or they had no intention of sharing anything with him and Jones.
“I arrived five hours later than planned and missed a crucial meeting with a contact last night who had vital evidence regarding your request. I explained this to the General, and he’s aware there’s a slight delay,” Benson said.
Disappointed, Moses didn’t say anything.
“We have some data you can use,” Antonio said as he placed his hand on the table near Jones cup saucer. When he removed it, a small flash drive was nestled under the plate. Jones placed it in his pocket.
“Thank you,” Jones said.
“I should have more for you in less than 48 hours,” Benson said, watching Moses as he pushed aside his empty plate. “Have you discovered anything?”
“We’ve been searching for the team who rescued us from Ashad’s camp,” Moses said. “Maybe they know something or saw something.”
“Any luck?” Benson asked, his gaze flicked from Jones to Moses and back to Jones.
“Still searching,” Moses said as he looked at Benson.
“Where have you looked?” Antonio asked.
Moses shared their past travels which could easily be verified.
“Why go to France? Why come here?” Antonio asked.
“They were instructed to come here…for this meeting,” Benson said, which was partially true. “My contact had information regarding Ashad and the powers that be thought I could help.” He shrugged. “Should’ve chartered a flight, would’ve been on time and gotten that information,” he muttered. “Now we have to wait.”
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The sound of her phone woke Taylor. Without opening her eyes, she stretched her arm from beneath the cover searching for it.
“Hello?”
“Wake up, get dressed, meet me downstairs. We’ve got marching orders from Papa Niles,” Travis said sounding barely awake.
“When?”
“Now.”
“Are you serious?”
“He’s sending a limo for us. Take your stuff, we’re checking out.”
“What?”
“He knows what we do, always knew. Woke me up when he said that. Dress for work, he said. Make sure you have your guns.”
Taylor sat up. “Really? No joke?” Seems they had underestimated their grandparents.
“Yeah and he’s still pissed we didn’t contact them right away. He thinks dad should’ve told us about the family business because a lot of our jobs were sent from Papa Niles.”
“No way.” She slid out of bed and ran her fingers through her hair. Did she wake in an alternate universe? Her father’s grandparents were so laid back and nice, the very idea of them being involved in her father’s kind of work boggled her mind.
“Yeah, seems like we’re about to be schooled. Get dressed, I’ll meet you there in less than 30.” He disconnected.
Taylor dashed toward the bathroom without a backward glance of the bed she had spent the best night of her life. Moses had been creative and insatiable. He allowed her to taste and tease him until he begged her to ride him again. She loved it and had hoped for an encore after his morning meeting.
That wouldn’t be happening.
She stepped into the shower. Maybe she would write a note or leave a message or send a text letting him know she had to leave. None of those options appealed to her. Instead, she would go down early, catch him in the restaurant, and tell him in person. It might be the last time they saw each other in a while.
Plan firmly in place, shower finished, teeth brushed, she tackled her wet hair and braided it into one long braid. It didn’t take long to dress in black pants, tee, boots and a large gray overcoat that hid not only her feminine figure but had multiple pockets for her weapons. Dressed, she took her phone and keys as she left her room and headed downstairs 12 minutes before she would meet her brother.
In the lobby, she walked briskly toward the restaurant. Her gaze connected with Jones. Seconds later Moses stood and walked out toward her. Smiling she moved to stand near an alcove so they could talk in private.
“When you get there, call me, I’ll have more information soon,” Gregory Newsome said as he moved from the direction of the elevators through the lobby toward the exit.
“I will. We should be good for another few weeks. I haven’t heard anything from our friend, maybe he’s changed his mind.”
That voice sent chills of certainty down Taylor’s spine. She spun around and looked at the traitor. Gregory knew this man? The two of them walked across the lobby smiling and talking like old friends. Was it possible Greg had something to do with what happened to Moses? No. Possibly. Shock turned into anger. These men were rats that traveled in packs and needed to be exterminated.
She searched the lobby to see if anyone else watched the two men. No one. Travis wasn’t that far behind them but was looking at his phone.
“Hey, good to see you,” Moses said as he reached her.
“That’s him,” she whispered, still in shock.
“What?”
She pointed. “That’s him, the guy with Greg, that’s who you’re looking for.”
Moses took off running, ran into a bellboy with a cart full of luggage and hit the ground hard. Travis ran toward Moses, helping him up.
Running, Taylor passed them on the way outside to stop Greg and whoever he was with. “Greg!” she yelled.
He stopped, turned and looked in her direction with a frown. She’d forgotten she looked very little like the woman he knew, especially with the cap on her head. Moments later, Travis reached her.
“Moses said you saw the traitor?” he whispered as she moved toward Greg.
“The traitor is with Greg,” she hissed as the cab door closed and drove off.
“Travis?” Greg asked watching them.
Taylor stopped and ignored Greg while typing in the name of the cab and its number. Moses could trace it to find out where it was going.
“Who was that?” Travis asked.
Why do you want to know?” Greg asked Travis.
“He looked familiar, that’s all.” Travis shrugged.
Greg chuckled. “American, you don’t know him. I’ve got to head out, meetings.”
Jones moved swiftly and placed his arm around Greg’s shoulder as if greeting him. A dark metallic gray car pulled up. Moses was in the passenger seat, a man she had never seen was driving as Jones put a struggling Greg into the back and drove off. Taylor sent Moses the information regarding the cab.
“Thanks. See you when you get back,” his response text said.
Travis moved to stand next to her as a limo pulled to the curb and a driver stepped out. “Only in Italy can a man be taken right off the street and no one responds,” Travis said.
“Rollins?” the driver asked.
Travis nodded.
Taylor followed him to the back of the limo and slid inside. “I hope they catch him.”
The car moved away from the curb. “Does Greg seem like the loyal type to you?” Travis asked.
She thought about it for a few moments. “Not at all, with the proper incentive, he’ll tell them everything they want to know. I can’t believe he’s been here all along. Right here in the same hotel. Why? What was he doing here?” She looked at Travis.
“Dunno. Maybe had something to do with the Sicilian and being accessible for talks or whatever. Who knows? You did good, though. They’ll know more in a few hours about the name and character of the traitor than before. It’s only a matter of time before they track him and whoever he worked with down. Whoever did that to Moses and his team needs to be taken out.”
She agreed with him and wished she could be with Moses to cover his back, not that Jones wouldn’t do a good job. The idea of him getting hurt again or captured sent a shiver of fear through her... stop thinking like that. Moses could handle himself. But he’s hurt. Then she remembered last night, his strength, stamina, and steadfastness. The man had decreed the night would be about her and didn’t stop until she was too limp to scream his name or talk. When Moses put his mind to do something, very little, if anything, stopped him.
“Where are we going?” She looked out the window as the car headed onto the highway.
“To meet Papa Niles,” Travis said leaning back in the seat, watching the driver while holding his pistol.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Moses sat in the front seat as the car sped out of town. Benson drove to a location he and Antonio agreed would be perfect to gather information. Moses wasn’t sure about either man and wished they had more time to verify their identity.
He received a text from Jones. It contained information on Gregory Newsome. At the end of Newsome’s file was a note. “Benson and Antonio check out.”
Moses breathed a little easier. The thought of being kidnapped again and taken to an unknown location had lodged in the back of his mind without his permission. It festered to the point he suspected he would’ve started asking Benson more questions regarding their destination if Jones hadn’t sent the text.
That last mission changed him.
The capture and prolonged torture had stolen a part of his soul. He didn’t trust like he should. Benson and Antonio had been sent by the General, and yet, Moses couldn’t cooperate with them fully as he had done in the past because he didn’t know them. A part of him grieved for the loss of trust. The military had been his life, his lover of sorts and she had betrayed him, left him for dead. Even though he had pledged to give his life for his country, he refused to be a disposable pawn used to increase some bureaucrat’s bank account. He did not sign up for that.
