I was waiting for one name. I don't know how I was so sure that it was the one I suspected. Maybe it was wishful thinking on my part. Maybe it was just me looking for any excuse to bury the fuck because he was the only one other than me to have laid hands on my woman. Don't ask me why the fuck that bothers me; it just does. Still, it wasn't reason enough to off a motherfucker. This shit might be, though. "So you've been smuggling drugs in and laundering money out for the past two years, and no one got wind of it." "We were always careful I was just the go-between kind of." "Kill the bullshit; we've seen the paper trail; you're up to your eyeballs in this shit. Now what we want to know is how does the Dupre foundation play into all this?" "How do you know about that?" "I'm asking the questions here, asshole. Now talk." "They don't; that's Rob's thing. Some chick he's fucking..." I punched him before he could get the words out of hi
I wasn't quiet as I made my way around to his side of the bed. Chump had his woman closest to the door right in the line of fire. I started beating his ass before I'd dragged him completely out of bed. Logan was there to silence her with a hand around her throat when she woke up startled. With the shit these two were into, you'd think they'd sleep with one eye open. I guess it's true what they say. Only the guilty can sleep the sleep of the dead after the shit they've done. "Who are you?" He had got one question in before I threw his ass into the wall. "Tell me this, did you go after her to fuck her life over, huh?" Either he recognized my voice from the one time we'd met, or he was one cognizant motherfucker when he woke up because his eyes widened in understanding. "I didn't. Stop what're you doing?" Is he stupid? What the fuck did it look like I was doing? "I'll tell you what I'm doing. I'm going to beat you to within an inch of your life for
"What's up, brother?" We were all gathered in Logan's kitchen because he'd called and said we needed a sit-down. Usually, that meant serious business. I was in a hurry to get back to my woman because she'd been acting kind of frisky before the phone rang. And that teasing whisper in my ear just before the phone rang had given me ideas. I'd almost brushed Logan off, but that was something none of us had ever done. Our code was such that when one sent out an S.O.S, we all answered no matter what. We'd learned in our time together to put each other first, to always have each other's backs. That's how we'd made it through some of the toughest runs in our careers. That kind of trust was not to be tampered with. I'm pretty sure we'd all be old and grey and still living by that code. But the last time these fuckers called me out of my bed, I'd had to lie to my woman about how my knuckles got fucked up. "I got a call from the C.O." The room fell silent. We were out, ye
Since then, he'd been attributed the blame for more terrorist acts than any man before him, but always he stayed in the shadows. No one knew where he was or who was hiding him, but it stood to reason that he must have friends in very high places. There was no way for such a well-known wanted man to have stayed so well hidden all these years without the help of some very influential and powerful people. "The Sudan." Fuck I knew there was no way we were gonna pass this shit up. The chance to bring down the world's leading terrorist. He'd evaded us and the others who'd come before us for all these years. The only one we'd missed, though, we were only in on the tail end of that deal. By the time our team had formed, they'd already moved onto the new kid on the block. There had been some assholes on a par with the Fox, but none could ever quite take his place. My mind was already on the fact that I had to leave her. Logan had a hard-on for Khalid; he hates t
VOLUME TWO: SEAL Team Seven Book 1 "Babe, move that ass faster. I'm close; stop fucking around." I had to grit my teeth to keep from shooting too soon. I even smacked her ass to get her going, but she was in one of her moods. My poor boy was hanging on for dear life; we'd both grown accustomed to her trying to one-up our ass, but I'm all man, so she's never gonna win this fight. She's playing dirty this morning, though, the little sneak. She kept teasing me, moving her hips around and around in circles, then lifting up slowly before dropping down hard on my cock. The sensations were unbelievable as my cock pushed up into her. Looking up at her as she pulled on her nipples, head thrown back, her flat stomach concaved as she rode me for her own pleasure, I grabbed her hips and tried moving her the way I needed so I could cum. She's been teasing me for a good half an hour now, and I had no doubt it was to get back at me for the torture I put her
I've been playing it loose and fancy-free in her pussy since I took her cherry. There was no threat of disease, and the question of breeding her was of no consequence since she'd practically booked the wedding hall. As far as she was concerned, we were already hitched, so who was I to argue? I dripped the last few drops of cum inside her before pulling her head back so we could share one last kiss before we both headed for the shower. "What's on the agenda for today, babydoll?" She gave me a rundown of what her day looked like. Now, this was not idle chatter bullshit; I seriously paid attention to where she was going and whatnot because of what was going on in the town, things that she knew nothing about. I didn't want her going into any dangerous situations. I signed off on her plans, which were mostly wedding shit. I lathered up my hands and washed her body as she stood in front of me. Her body was truly a thing of artistic beauty. High firm tits that were th
The fact that she loved me made life a hell of a lot more bearable than it had been before. I didn't have the best of childhoods; my mother was a truck stop waitress who got knocked up by a trucker who used to come through town and sell her dreams. Until the day she told him she was pregnant, and she never laid eyes on him again. As a kid, I spent lots of time alone. Being raised in a small- town, people didn't follow the same tenets as big-city dwellers. No one thought too much about a young single mom leaving her five-year-old son alone while she went out to make a living during the summer months when school was out. That kid learned a lot about the streets at an early age. The old guys who hung around at the local bar didn't have any problem teaching him the facts of life. When most kids my age was learning to read and write, I was learning the ins and outs of a hard-knock life. Mom did the best she could. I don't hold anything against the old girl. In fact
"You fucks ready, let's roll." They were lined off like sentinels outside in my yard, waiting for me. I ignored their disrespectful smirks and grabbed the cup of coffee Connor held out to me. It was his turn for breakfast again, I guess, then again since he'd brought Dani home, I don't think any of the others had seriously taken up cooking duty again. It was sexist, I know, but I preferred a good home-cooked meal prepared by someone who knew what the fuck they were doing to a half-ass job by one of my brothers. The bra burners could go fuck themselves. Gabriella was shy about cooking for them for some reason, but I wasn't about to push her; she'd come around when she was ready, or the fucks could eat take out when it was our turn. "We were waiting for you, bro damn, it's getting harder and harder to get a move on these days. Those of us who aren't leg shackled would like to get the day started at a decent hour, you know." Quinn was always the other one startin