Texas Stand-Off: The Omega Team Novella (Kindle Worlds Novella) (12 page)

“Those little hands will be the death of me,” he murmured as she pushed his briefs down, freeing his cock. He couldn’t help but smile when she moaned, a sign of satisfaction once she got her hands on him.

Between kisses, she panted words. “I know…about a dozen…ways…to kill a man…with my bare…hands.” Responding hotly, she stroked his cock and massaged his balls, acting as if there was nothing she wanted more.

As she fisted his cock, he tweaked a nipple and finger-fucked her sweet pussy. “This must be number thirteen.” When she angled her hips and hooked one leg behind his, he knew she needed what only he could give. “Wait, honey. I don’t think I can hold you up and keep standing. I’m afraid to risk dropping you.”

His tone was apologetic. “Let me help,” she offered. “Let’s get you undressed and I’ll help you with your prosthesis.” She went to her knees at his feet, ready to tug off a boot.

“I gotta better idea. Let me keep it on for a bit. Get on the bed on all fours.”

Fantasy-fulfilling time. Funny, they’d been discussing his disability naturally–no shame, no judging–just mutual hunger. With his pants and briefs around his calves, the place where his stump nestled in the cup of the prosthesis was clearly visible. So what? His cock was hard, his woman wanted only him and he wasn’t about to let this opportunity pass.

The sight of her kneeling before him, the lovely line of her spine, the swell of her hips–he couldn’t resist. “Remember when I told you I was going to spank your sassy little butt?”

“Yes,” she answered with a whisper.

Coming closer, he ran both hands over the swell of her ass. “Beautiful.”

She expected a swat and braced for it. She’d read about women who enjoyed spankings and had no idea if she would or not. But she was willing to try anything for Deacon. “I’m ready.”

When she wiggled her plump, round bottom in front of him, Deacon felt his hips jerk in response. Taking his cock in hand, he used it to spank her. Several sharp raps on each cheek. Taz looked back over his shoulder and moved backward, wanting more. “Like that?” he asked. God, he did–he fuckin’ loved it.

“Oh, yes,” she whimpered, then gave him her act of complete submission. She pressed her face into the pillow, spread her legs and tilted her hips up, giving him a full and complete view of her soft femininity. It was swollen, pink and glistening with cream.

Deacon wanted to taste her, but he didn’t have the strength to wait. Guiding his cock, he dragged the head between her legs, bathing himself in her juices. A luxurious feeling of indulgence enveloped him–and he wanted it again and again. Up and down, he pushed the tip against her clit, giving her a hint of ecstasy to come.

“You’re teasing me. Will you accept a bribe?” Frustrated little pants punctuated her words.

“Maybe.” He flexed his hips, working his cock up and down the lips of her labia. “What are you offering?”

“Two blowjobs and a dozen chocolate chip cookies.”

“You got cookies?”

“I’ll get cookies!” she shouted with a giggle. “Just fuck me already!”

“Demanding little Russian.” His words were tender, his actions sure. Placing the tip of his aching cock at the mouth of her vagina he surged into her with one hard thrust. A grateful gasp sprang from her lips.

Taz arched her back absorbing the complete invasion, the exquisite stretching of her body to accommodate his. “Now, I’m happy.”

She held herself up on her hands and pushed backwards, impaling herself as deep on his cock as she could go–and then she flexed her muscles in an intoxicating rhythm which stole his sanity. He had to move. Dropping down, he let go. With one hand on the mattress, he began feathering kisses all along her back as his hips pumped his cock in and out of the tight glove of her pussy. He thrust harder and faster, holding himself up on one hand while he fondled her tits with the other.

The power with which he possessed her was almost overwhelming to Taz. She closed her eyes, relishing the heaven she was experiencing. Her body jarred, her breasts jiggled. His hands held her close, his lips pressed heated kisses on her skin. Never had she expected to feel like this–never had she expected anyone like Deacon Jones to come into her life. Being with him was like facing the wild winds of a raging hurricane.

“Let go, baby,” he whispered. “I’m not going to last. Cum for me.”

As if his command flipped an erotic switch, she succumbed to his will. Her climax flared, blazing out of control. “Deacon!” she screamed, her body convulsing in rapturous contractions.

Feeling her flying apart in his arms, he moved harder and faster–driving into her with primal intensity. With every pump of his hips, his cock slid in and out of her. With greedy hunger, he spread kisses over her back, nipping the soft flesh near her collarbone, rubbing his whiskers over the velvety skin.

It was difficult for Taz to remain upright, but she wasn’t about to let him down. He filled her over and over again–an endless swarm of erotic tremors. She closed her eyes, bit her lip and just hung on, riding out the wave of ecstasy. And then he stopped, his whole body shaking, and he let out a sound, so masculine in its beauty that she almost cried. A warm flood of his seed filled her. She milked him, not only to bring him added pleasure but to claim all of him she could.

With a heavy sigh, he rolled off of her to lay flat, gathering Taz close. “You’ll never know how much I needed that,” he murmured, tucking her head to his shoulder.

He’d never know how much she needed him. The thought rose in her mind, haunting her. She nestled against him, rubbing her hand up and down his arm. When his breathing quieted, Taz realized he’d drifted off. Easing away, she got up as cautiously as she could and began to remove his clothes–shoes first, then socks. Next, she pulled his pants and underwear off, then inspected the prosthesis and unlatched the shuttle-lock, removing it and the gel liner gently from his leg. His flesh was red and she longed to soothe it with something, but she didn’t want to awaken him.

Deacon was already awake. He’d frozen when she began her ministrations, gazing down at her through the shield of his eyelashes. There was no hesitancy, no look of disgust, nothing but a look of…love on her face.

For the space of a stolen moment, he basked in the feeling. What did the future hold for them? As she settled back down beside him, her arm curled over his waist and her cheek rested against his chest. She snuggled as deep into his embrace as she could get. He didn’t know the answer to his question, but the first order of business was for both of them to survive this quest. After that–he was afraid to hope. Fate hadn’t been kind to Deacon, maybe his time had come. Maybe this beautiful woman he held in his arms was his future.  

*  *  *

“Let me do the talking,” he ordered as they drove up to the hotel where they were supposed to meet with the BLM agent and his wife.

Taz said nothing, she let him lead. When Deacon tapped on the door, a Texas Ranger was waiting for them. She was able to identify his position by the metal Texas lone star badge on his shirt. He was a handsome man; tall with dark hair but not as handsome as Deacon, Taz thought.

“Come in. I’m Dallas McClain.”

“Deacon Jones, Omega Team. This is Natasha Levin, my partner.”

His partner? Taz vibrated with happiness as they shook hands. That feeling of elation soon faded when she saw the strained sad faces of Tex Zachary and his wife.

Dallas introduced them and Taz was drawn to Melissa. She went to her, sat down and held out her hand. “I am so sorry. We are here to help you.”

The sympathy in Taz’s voice seemed to be the catalyst for Melissa to release a dam of emotion. “He’s only seven, small for his age, and he’s sick.”

Deacon bowed his head, placed a hand on Zachary’s arm and spoke lowly. “Steps are being taken to get your boy back and to get this situation under control.” To Dallas, he directed a question. “You’ve been following this situation from the beginning, what’s your take on it?”

Dallas led the two men to a small table across the room from where the women sat on a couch. Maybe he was just tuned in to Natasha, but he could hear her voice plainly.
I was taken from my family also. I know exactly how your son is feeling and he has faith in you. He knows you and his father are doing whatever it takes to get him home. Mickey hasn’t lost hope and neither should you. The Omega Team is the best in the world, they will not let you down.
 

Dallas cleared his throat, capturing Deacon’s attention again. “Yes, I was aware of the BLM’s decision. Everyone knew it would be a difficult edict to carry out. No one wants to give up ownership of something they’re firmly convinced is theirs by right.”

Tex Zachary held out his hand. “Look, right now I couldn’t care less about the motivations of the Bureau of Land Management. My son is more important to me than the rest of the world put together. But I can tell you there are times when the BLM works for the best interest of the nation. They protect land from being gobbled up by industry, they provide grazing land for ranchers, help fight fires, work with solar and wind power advocates–hell, what I’m saying is that I don’t agree with everything they do, but I was just doing my job. This wasn’t personal.”

“We understand where you’re coming from, Mr. Zachary,” Dallas offered. “In fact, I can promise you Ainsley and his son are not the problem. They don’t want to give up their land, but I’d bet money they never intended for anything like this to happen, not in a million years. I can almost guarantee when someone gets in there to see what’s really going on, they’ll discover Ainsley and his family are just as much a hostage as your child.”

“I need to know what to expect. I’m going to tape this, in case we need to clarify a point.” Deacon looked from the Ranger to the scared father who both gave him a nod of assent. “What condition do you think we’ll find your son in based on the amount of time he’s been without his medication?” he asked, hitting the record button on his phone.

“That’s hard to know, it will depend on what type of food he’s been given to eat. We check his blood sugar several times a day.” As Zachary ticked off a disturbing list that included everything from fatigue and nausea to listlessness and extreme thirst, he could also hear Melissa and Natasha’s conversation. The mother was frantic.
If we don’t get to him soon, he could slip into a diabetic coma. He could die!

Deacon could see Taz comforting the mother.
I understand completely. My grandmother suffered from diabetes and I learned very quickly how to check her blood sugar, evaluate her condition and make sure she took the medicine she needed. When we get to your son, we’ll do everything in our power to make sure he comes home to you alive and well.

“My son is innocent, Mr. Jones. Please don’t let this bureaucratic struggle cause him to lose his life. I’ll quit my job. I’ll do anything. To tell you the truth, I want to go in after him myself right now!”

Dallas handed Mr. Zachary a bottle of water. “Let us do our job, Sir. The men holding your son are volatile and we have to play this thing just right. We’ve got to have someone in there and on top of things before they even know what hit them. The Omega Team are experts in these type of situations. What we’re trying to avoid is an escalation where your son is caught in the crossfire.”

“Oh, God!” Tex Zachary broke down and Deacon’s heart hurt for him.

“We need to get everything in place so when we get the word, there won’t be any delay.” He faced Dallas, speaking quietly. “Do you know what else they’re asking for other than the prisoner release?”

The ranger gave a short, hard laugh. “They’re asking for money, a million dollars from the BLM, a plane ride to Mexico and lastly, seemingly as an afterthought, they are demanding the deed for the land to be reinstated to the Ainsley family.”

Deacon knew his priorities. “We’re not negotiators, but if we can just get in there, we won’t have a need for them. I…”

Dallas interrupted them by holding up his hand. “Got a phone call. This may be news.”

As he walked away, Deacon addressed Tex Zachary. “As soon as we leave here. Natasha and I are meeting with a few of the neighbors. What we’ll be looking for is inside information about the home, the people, and the situation. My boss, Grey, is working with the Governor and I can assure you everyone is cooperating to get your son out of there as soon as possible.”

“I appreciate that, Mr. Jones. I pray you’re right.”

Deacon nodded, noticing Taz had Mrs. Zachary fairly calm. They were speaking in lower tones now and he had to say he was impressed with his…partner. He still had no wish for her to walk into anything dangerous, but she could be very useful gathering information or just being a liaison between the team and whoever they were working with to ensure communication flowed smoothly. With a start, Deacon realized he was trying to justify giving her a recommendation. He was attempting to find some type of compromise where he could offer her a place to belong, as she’d longed for and still keep her safe in the process.

When Dallas rejoined them, he had an odd look on his face. Directing his comment at Deacon, he motioned toward Taz. “You two better get on the road to speak to the neighbors. This thing may go down quicker than we thought. The hostage negotiator is close to convincing Rice to allow a medical professional to come in and treat the boy before any of the other demands are met. They’re telling them if something happens to the child–all bets are off.”