Storm: (Blood Legion MC) (Bad Boys of X-Ops Book 3) (11 page)

NOT the Big Easy

“
WANNA
TELL ME WHAT went down tonight?” Blaize made no advances on me.

“Wait.” I squinted at her. “You mean that shit you had flying downstairs was just a ploy to get me upstairs to
talk
?”

“I’m not interested in what happened between you and Nikki.” She jutted out her chin. Her tits too.

“Not interested in fucking either, I take it?”

“Storm. Do I need to remind you what’s at stake here?”

“
Ah
shit.” Sitting down, I tugged off my boots and socks. “I was really looking forward to getting laid rather than talking.” I placed a hand on top of my groin where my dick was hard and pulsing.

Blaize watched, and there was no mistaking my erection against the tight leather.

She averted her gaze. “I think we should talk.”

“How do you know the room isn’t bugged?”

“I think I did a pretty clean sweep of it earlier,
your highness
.”

I scanned the area, crossing my arms behind my neck.

Yep, the room was clean and fresh and all aired out thanks to her.

“Did a pretty damn good job.” I smiled, teasing her, testing her.

I liked it when her temper flared hot.

She narrowed her eyes at my jab but kept on point.

I didn’t like it so much when Blaize maintained mission orientation.

In an attempt to distract her one last time, I took off my leather jacket and the tight shirt underneath. My skin was deeply tanned, the muscles bunching, flexing, releasing from my neck to my shoulders to my pecs to my abs.

I laid a hand on my belly, rubbing the line of black hair that trailed into the deep vertical groove of my stomach.

Blaize made a noise in her throat, almost a whimper.

I popped open the first button on my leathers.

She inhaled deeply and plopped onto the end of the bed, sitting as far away from me as possible.

Well, at least I knew she wasn’t immune.

I licked my lips.

She followed the action, and when she spoke next her voice was lighter, ragged, breathy. “What happened at the exchange?”

“A whole bunch of bad juju, that’s what.”

“What’s your take on this Slade guy?” she asked.

Goddammit.
Now I had to get into mission-mode, too. I hunched forward with my elbows on my spread knees.

“He knows TATP on an intimate basis apparently. Used words only an operative would—”

“Like what?”

“
Disavowed
for one. Mother of Satan for another. Tight motherfucker. Wouldn’t tell me where he came from. Didn’t even try to make some shit up, just flat out refused.”

Blaze frowned. “And he wears his watch-face on the inside. Just like you. By the way, you need to cut that shit out.”

I looked down at my wrist where the watch faced inward. Undoing the fat leather band, I quickly refastened it. “I know. Irritates the fuck outta me this way though.”

Standing, I lit a smoke and opened the gallery door. “So we think he’s inside? Sleeper agent? Or an outside threat?”

“We’ll need to get to the safe house, have Justice run him through the system.”

“It wasn’t the cartel at the drop, by the way.”

Blaize joined me, sneaking the cigarette from my lips to bring it to her own.

For some reason that was so fucking hot, but I admonished in a gruff voice, “And
you
need to cut that shit out.”

“I’ll get the patch when we’re done here. Smoking comes with the territory, and the truth is, I like it. Calms my nerves. I like it but not enough to make a lifelong habit of it.” Her eyes wandered over my bare chest, my skin very, very close to her touch.

“You like me too,” I husked out.

Her head fell back, and she closed her eyes, passing the cigarette back to me. “I do.” She peered at me, standing there in the open doorway with the sultry late night breeze washing over us. “But not enough to make a lifelong habit of it.”

“You think I’m an addiction?” I caressed one finger down her cheek.

“You could be.” She stepped a pace back. “What else about the drop tonight?”

“Terrorists delivered the cocaine and collected the shipment of guns.” I put out the smoke and ambled back inside, shutting the door behind Blaize.

“What we expected.”

“Yep. Not that it matters. Taking the Legion down is just a drop in the bucket.” I reclaimed my chair, facing the doorway to the room.

“Baby steps, Storm.” Blaize stopped in front of me, teasing me with those damnable long legs in the minuscule skirt.

“I’m a pretty big man. Don’t know how to do baby steps.” Pulling her into my lap, I nuzzled my lips against her neck, slid my palm up her legs.

She warmed quickly to my touch even though she said, “I don’t think we should be getting close like this.”

I skimmed my nose up her neck and lightly touched the tip of my tongue to the lobe of her ear. “And you already know what I think.”

I drew her closer, settling us deep in the chair.

Her hands sifted through the hair I’d grown even longer than usual for this op. “What about you? The first time you were here?”

I leaned into
her, almost
chuffing
like a big, contented panther when she stroked her fingers through my hair. “You saw my file.”

“Reading words in black and white is a hell of a lot different than hearing them in person. You know that.”

“
Mmm.
You keep playing with my hair, and I’ll tell you any damn thing you like.” I shifted her on my legs, making sure my unflagging erection rubbed her hip.

“You like that?” Her fingertips circled the skin at the base of my neck.

“Oh yeah.” I blew out a breath, stroking the bare skin inside the back of her shirt. “Is this how you get perps to talk?”

“I don’t take personal contact lightly, Storm, if that’s what you’re asking. Do you?”

I scrunched her shirt higher. “No.”

“And you don’t like people in your space.”

“Not usually.”

“Me?”

“Fuck. I’d rent you a goddamn room in my head, woman.” I squinted one eye open at her. “But if you’re playin’ me . . .”

“I don’t use sex for information.”

My hips jerked up at the mention of sex.

“And I don’t fuck men I don’t truly know.”

“Blaize.” I gripped her hips, every part of me hard and horny and ready for her.

But the talking about myself thing?

Not so into that.

She curled her fingers in my hair, yanking it with force. “I can interrogate you if you want it that way.”

Fu-uck.
A jolt of hot want hit me in the balls.

“I’ll talk.” I gulped. “Just keep sitting here.”

She nestled her ass around on my stiff cock where she had to feel it throbbing through my pants and her skirt. “Right here?”

“Blaize. I am real close to hiking up your skirt and ripping off your panties—”

“Who says I’m wearing any?”

“Wrong fucking answer.” The muscles bunching in my forearms, I started teasing her shirt off. “Why don’t you get more comfortable?”

“There will be no naked chat, Storm.”

“Damn. Always playin’ hardball.”

“That’s the only way I play. You know that.”

“Shit.” My head
thunked
back against the chair. “All right. The part about the drug rehab. True story. That was the one thing expunged from my record before you saw it.”

Blaize dropped her head to my shoulder, kissing me there. “I’m sorry.”

“Like you said. For you it’s smokes. For me it was sex and drugs. I had to play my part and prove myself. Developed the coke problem. Couldn’t control it.”

“And now?”

“Hell. I don’t have a taste for it anymore.” I stroked her waist, keeping my hands shirt-side up. “Venom will offer it. He’ll expect me to do it. I’ll just tell him it’d be like snorting our own revenues, which ain’t very prudent.”

“You’ve got quite the head for business,” she remarked.

I rolled my hips. “Got quite the head for other things too.”

“You were arrested during the shakedown you spearheaded.” Damn, Blaize had a one-track mind. Unfortunately it wasn’t the same track I was on.

I figured if I could get through all her questions, maybe we’d get to the fucking part.

“Yup. Arrested and jailed after sixteen months underground with the Blood Legion for the CIA.”

“That was a long time. Made T-Zone have second thoughts about you, Storm.”

A year and a half.
Sixteen dirty months of drug running, gun trading, killing, coking, fucking. The deepest I’d ever been. I preferred the two-week pattern. I
preferred
not having to play nice with the outlaws at all.

An entire year of that time I’d spent hooked up with Nikki, a relationship borne of nothing but need.

All those months with Venom who’d spilled his disease into my mind.

Getting to know the men. To like some of them. Want to protect a few of them—
Angel and Solomon.
Only to try to sell them out.

Only for mission fail.

I’d been an animal when the Feds had caged me in a high security prison. The sting op went wrong. So fucking wrong. I’d been arrested by folks who didn’t have a fucking clue what was really going on.

“The CIA
disavowed
me. You read that,” I said, laying my head back. “They thought I’d turned.

“They left me to rot.” I brushed my fingers against Blaize’s mouth. “And don’t try to head trip me on that shit. I did my time in the slammer, then I did my time with the shrink.”

“Shit deal and a shit end to the shit deal.” She curled against me. “Then what?”

“T-Zone came. Bailed me out.” I half smiled. “Gave me a new lease on life.”

“What’d you leave behind? Who’d you lose?”

“Besides my self respect? Besides Nikki?”
What?
I just wanted to see if I could get that green-eyed monster to rear its head again.

Blaize stiffened. “Besides Nikki.”

I blew out a breath. “My mamere.”

“Your grandmother?”

“She was all I had left. I had to distance myself.” I hugged my arms around Blaize, kissing the top of her head.

“Is she still alive?”

“Oh yeah. Still walloping the
caimon
in the bayou with a baseball bat while drinkin’ her home-roasted chicory. I’ve managed to come back a couple times to see her, undetected. She lives so far off the grid, and I’m careful. Gotta make sure she’s taken care of.”

“And your parents?” Blaize asked.

“Dead. They went the way of the outlaw life. Guess I kinda got led into this. You know, working on the other side of the law. But I don’t blame them.” My fingers curled at her hips, and I dipped my head to kiss the side of her neck again. “Dad was never really in the picture. Not for me. And Mom just got totally messed up in his bad scene. She OD’d. He died in prison—murdered. So it was just Mamere and me.”

“What about that boy Angel?”

I stilled for a moment. Blaize was far too fucking perceptive for her own good. No wonder she was the boss lady.

“You met him yet?” I asked.

“No. All I know is the intel we’ve pulled on him and about his father.”

Realizing she’d hit a nerve with nothing short of precision aim, she pulled back and gently grasped my chin so I wouldn’t look away.

“What is it about him, Storm?”

I chewed on my lip before letting out a rough groan. “He’s my half brother. He doesn’t know it.” I had a lot of fucking regrets about that, too.

Bare Flesh

I’D SHED MY TEARS over the whole Angel situation a long time ago. The only sibling I’d ever had had, and he’d never know it.

“He’s your brother?” Blaize leaned back in the arms I locked around her. “That definitely isn’t in your file. Why haven’t you told him?”

My lips curled up, not in a smile. “Same mom. But I didn’t even know until after she died. She made Mamere promise not to tell me. Became a moot point after that.” I scrubbed my hands over my face. “I always kept tabs on him once I knew. In fact, when his dad was killed eight months before the first investigation was launched into the Legion, well”—I shook my head—“that was why I made damn sure the CIA put me in play here.”

“Storm. Are you going to tell him?”

“What good would that do?” I gazed at her, watching the way the low light in the room made her hair glow like flames in a fire.

“You’re a good man.” She caressed the bristles of my close-cropped stubble. “And I can see you care about him.”

I swallowed with a harsh sound, blinking slowly at her. “Yeah. Probably so. The caring about him part. Not the other. I’m not a good man, Blaize. Done some bad shit, you know?” Cupping her hand in mine, I brought it to my lips, kissing the heart of her palm, closing my eyes, inhaling her scent.

She untangled herself from my lap, but I didn’t want to let her go.

“I want you to come to bed with me, Storm,” she whispered against my ear.

My eyes filtered open.

A hoarse rumble, my voice deepened. “You do?”

She nodded. “But this is dangerous. You and me. And for once I’m not sure how far we should go.”

I breathed out through my nose.

Blaize stood up between my spread thighs, a soft look in her beautiful eyes.

She undressed slowly, captivating me in every way. Every inch bared only turned me on more, but it was a slow-burning fire that made my belly quiver, my groin ache, my body yearn.

I inhaled against the soft skin of her belly when she flipped off her halter top, looking up at her as she drifted her fingers through my hair.

I kissed her above the line of her panties revealed when the skirt slid down her legs.

She bent to take off her high heels, and I reached just to the undersides of her unbound breasts.

She was beautiful.

Honest.

Driven.

And worth every painstaking moment I’d held at bay my animal-like lust for her.

Standing from the chair, I lifted her in my arms. She clung to my shoulders, her face nestled in the crook of my neck.

I placed her down in the bed, gently. Dropping my clothes to the floor, I crawled in beside her and leaned up on my elbow.

“There’s just one thing I want from you, Blaize. Not pity. Not worry. Not as my boss. And no ass kicking either.”

“What?”

“Kiss me for real.”

“Is that a directive?” Her arms wound around my shoulders, guiding me down to her.

“As direct as I get.”

A low groan rolled from my chest as soon as our lips met. The heat of her mouth, the touch of her tongue, the light tease of her hands up and down my back was summer soft, and highly addictive.

The slant of her head was perfect and when she drove her fingers into the muscles of my ass, a louder longer groan rushed out of me and into her mouth. My chest filled, pumping like bellows, and I wanted to crash all the way against her, mate her, make her completely mine.

With a soft graze of her teeth against my bottom lip, she pulled just slightly back.

“Blaize.” I skimmed my hands from her waist to her hips to her thighs, nudging my mouth against hers. “Fuck, Blaize.”

She drew her hands up my arms, over my shoulders, locked them behind my neck. “I thought you needed something sweet.”

“That was more than sweet.”
Sweet torture.

I rolled her to her side, asking for nothing more than her warmth.

I’d already gotten her kiss.

I could be patient enough to wait for the rest. All of her.

“Remember that the next time you want to curse the boss lady,
sugar.
”

“Sugar?” My belly rumbled with a laugh. “You learning the lingo?”

She sighed with a little sniffle that meant she was ready to head to la-la land.

I whispered against her neck, “You know you really fall asleep too easily with me.”

“’M’still awake,” she slurred.

Uh huh.

She drifted off just like that.

And half an hour later, I still needed to get off.

This room was gonna smell like hot sex by the morning one way or the other.

Getting up without disturbing her, I cracked the balcony door, poured a drink, and spat into my palm.

Sitting in the chair, I spread my thighs, hefted my meaty balls in one hand, and drank the whisky.

My cock rose up to my stomach, a huge thick rod incapable of going soft with an almost naked Blaize in my bed. I took another drink, letting the scotch roll around my mouth as my fist closed over the base of my cock and cruised up to the purplish head. I squeezed, and a drop of precome rolled out. Clear and slippery, the fluid ran down my veiny length and pooled against my sac.

Blaize shifted in the bed, her arms outstretched, blindly searching for me. With an operative’s instincts that something was different, her head snapped up and she was immediately awake.

Her eyes darted to me, spread out and naked before her.

“Didn’t wake you, did I?” I tugged my cock, making it even harder, hotter, pulsing.

“Fuck. Storm.” She sat up, and as the sheet drifted to her waist I could easily make out the sexy way her nipples tightened.

My pelvis rocked up.

I stared at her. “C’mere.”

She slipped from the bed. She sauntered to me in the silky panties hugging her cunt.

I placed my drink on the floor, never once slowing the easy jerking motions on my cock.

My free hand snaked out, and I pulled her forward until she straddled my thigh.

I snapped both sides of her thong in half and scraped the fabric free.

Her wet pussy spread open, and she rode the striated muscles of my leg.

Wet.

So wet.

“You’re wet.” I brought her mouth to mine.

“Hard.”

“
Soft.
” My hands dug into her tits gently bobbing against my chest with every slick motion she made on my thigh.

Leaning over her, I licked her nipples, sucking them in my mouth, playing them on my tongue.

Blaize wrapped her hand around my cock and jacked me. I grasped her hips and rode her up and down my tensed leg. A muscle twitched in my face as her juicy pussy smeared against me. I wanted her on my cock.

Looking up from licking her tit, I bit the point of her stubborn little chin.

She gasped, grinding harder.

“Coming on my leg,
beb
?”

Blaize threw herself into it, rolling over the muscles I kept rigid for her. She fisted me faster, making the tightest tunnel from her fingers that squelched over the bulging head of my cock.

When I slid a finger inside her, she slammed down on me, shouting out my name.

“Come.” She gasped. “Come on my hand. Come all over me. ”

That was an order I could follow.

I pulled her to my mouth, ate her tongue, finger-fucked her hot slit and drew up tight within her stroking hand.

Months of thinking about her, being with her, seeing her, and finally touching her . . .

Coiling around Blaize, I groaned. She creamed against my fingers, and I cascaded all over her hand, her concave belly, up to her breasts.

“Shit.
Ah shit!
” My legs shook.

My toes curled.

My body fucking melted.

And all I could smell was Blaize, and hot, and our wet sex.

Come—hers—rolled over my fingers.

Come—mine—covered her entire hand and wrist.

She licked the wet white ropes, moaning.

I crashed my mouth to hers. “Do that again and you’ll get much more than a cock in your hand.”

I licked my fingers, tasting her sweetness, knowing I couldn’t wait to be between her legs, head first, eating her out.

“Same goes for you, Storm.”

“I look forward to spending a million hours between your thighs with my mouth at your cunt. Put it on the payroll. That’s one fucking mission I won’t fail.”

Finally catching her breath, she shifted from my full-on embrace. “What’s the score with Nikki?”

Reroute. Rewire. Hold up.

I stared at Blaize—meaning I lazily lifted my eyelids to peep at her. “Wait. What?”

“Apparently you’re the most magnificent lover she ever had. And judging by the fact you followed her outside earlier like a hound dog on the scent of pussy . . . I need to know.”

“I thought we weren’t talking about her tonight.”

Blaize cooled with remarkable speed. Way too quickly. She slipped to her feet.

“You jealous,
cher
?” My whole body became alert at that possibility. “And all that shit you spouted off downstairs was for real?”

“I’ve got a lot more reason to be than you do about James Lawless.” She stood back to, and utterly fucking naked with a nice flush from the wicked orgasm making her skin pink.

Well shit.

Nice change of pace.

I rocked to my feet and padded behind her. I kissed her shoulder and held her to me with one hand over her belly. Loved being so much taller than her, the view down was fucking epic.

Blaize shivered before rubbing the side of her face against my chest. “What is Nikki to you now?”

Picking her up in my arms, I tossed her onto the bed. I tackled her down, holding her captive, and slowly lowered the full length of my body on top of hers. “If you really wanna know the truth, Nikki gave really good head.”

Blaize threw me off with two fists balled against my chest.

She tried to knee me in the nads, too, but I did a duck and roll move before she made contact.

When she slammed the bathroom door, I stalked outside of it. “Hey,
cher
!”

I was met by utter silence.

“I done slept in that bathtub once or twice before, and lemme tell you, it ain’t good for the back.”

“Fuck you, Storm!”

SITREP: Laughing my fucking ass off.