Michael hung up the phone and took a deep breath.
He didn’t like the feeling that he had inside. He wasn’t confident that Nate was still alive. He had known himself that it was getting sticky over there. Both him and Chad felt it during their last visits. It was time to pull out of there and hit this fucker with everything they had. Perhaps the next steps the unit’s advisers were taking would prove disastrous to Santos’s operation. He could only hope so.
He glanced at the clock and saw that it was nearly noontime. Alexa had been sleeping soundly when he exited the bedroom early this morning. He felt the heavy weight in his gut. He cared for her so much already. It was something he had fought against, and when she admitted to her innocence and allowed them to take her virginity, it sobered him and made him possessive and greedy. She was young, too young for him in so many ways because of the life he had led thus far. He’d traveled all over the world doing wild and crazy shit for the government. His unit was a unit of killers, patriots, and survivors. They loved this country and what it stood for. They fought to keep drugs, illegal weapons, and other things detrimental to the American people out of the States. They each served in war, conducted secret operations, and saw more shit in their young careers than most senior military men saw in a lifetime. That was their unit and they were all getting antsy to get out and let a new group of soldiers take over.
He didn’t like knowing that Santos or Cruz was headed to the States. It didn’t sit right with his gut feelings. He was angry and upset that these people may have killed Nate. He worried about Chad because he knew that he would volunteer to head out with the newest group to Mexico to invade the operation. But Michael’s thoughts were on Alexa. He didn’t want to give her up. He didn’t want to leave her now, when they had just begun what he hoped was a long-lasting relat
ionship. After last night, he wanted things he had never thought about before. He wanted a family, he wanted kids, and he wanted to settle down and forget about his military career. After growing up in an abusive household, with their drunk father who basically drank himself to death, their impressions of family had been corrupted. Foster care, more abuse and neglect—before their aunt Teressa took them in—was their only hope of not ending up on the streets selling and doing drugs, or in prison or dead.
He ran his fingers through his hair. He saw that look in Alexa’s eyes last night. The fear and intimidation, and it irked him that something he did had caused that reaction in her. He wanted to know about her life. All he needed to do was call a few people and use some of the software he had on his computer system, but he wouldn’t do that. He would get her to confide in him and Chad. Perhaps they could heal one another of their pasts and focus on a future between the three of them.
He took a deep breath and sighed then shook the thoughts from his head as his cock hardened. Just the thought of her beautiful, sexy body had him fired up and ready for another round of sex. Chad was probably having her right now. One fucking night with the woman and he was starving for more of her. She belonged to him and Chad. No other man would ever have her, touch her, make love to her. He’d taken her virginity, and suddenly his world was turning upside down.
He adjusted his crotch and placed his hands on his hips as he looked around their private office. He was barefoot, no shirt on, ready to go see Alexa and thinking that a decision needed to be made. If Nate was dead, his death needed to be revenged. Going to Mexico for the bust would help achieve that revenge, but to capture and kill Santos or Cruz here on US soil would be even better. He felt that tightness in his gut. It was an uncertainty that was growing deeper with thoughts of continuing this dangerous career. Not now, when he found Alexa and started to believe that life was worth living, when there was someone worth living for.
* * * *
Alexa stood under the spray of hot water after brushing her teeth. She had been awoken by Chad, dressed in only camo pants, no shirt, staring at her while she slept. It nearly scared the heck out of her when she opened her eyes to find his blue ones looking serious and stern.
“Is the water okay?” he asked as he peeked around the corner of their huge, custom-built shower.
She turned, still feeling shy for some strange reason and intimidated by his nakedness.
He chuckled then turned her around and lifted her up into his arms. He pressed her back against the tile wall and she gasped at his strength and fluid actions. Chad was an attractive man, with blond crew cut hair and big blue eyes. His facial features were similar to Michael’s. He was defined and muscular. Every inch of both of them was. She loved that even when she was alone with one man she thought about the other man. They were equally cared for. He lowered his mouth to her breast and feasted on her as the water washed over them. She ran her fingers through his hair and felt the various indentations on his scalp. They were scars, she just knew it. And her gut clenched at the thought that they were soldiers and had battle wounds from their experiences. He pulled on her nipple with his mouth and teeth. She gasped and her pussy clenched with need.
“Please, Chad.” She thrust her hips against his weight. She could feel his long, hard shaft against the crevice of her ass cheeks. She wondered what it would feel like when he finally took her there.
He pulled from her lips. “Hold on to my shoulders. I need to be inside of you, baby.”
She took a deep breath and held on to his wide, muscular shoulders as he adjusted her lower half. She felt the tip of his cock at her front entrance as he held her gaze. He reached for her hips to secure her in place as he pressed forward. He thrust deeply, their bodies locked, and she hugged him to her.
“That feels so good when you’re inside of me.” He licked across her skin but didn’t move. She could feel his thick, hard cock snug against her vaginal muscles.
“It’s like heaven to be inside of you, baby doll.”
He kissed her neck, her chin, then her lips before he pulled out and shoved back into her. Chad began to thrust his cock in and out of her channel just like he thrust his tongue into her mouth. He ravaged her, made her drunk on his kisses, the feel of his cock, and the way his hands roamed over every inch of her. She was so petite compared to him, and he was so damn strong it turned her on and made every feminine instinct cheer in celebration. She wanted this so badly. She needed a capable man, strong, loving arms, and a sense of security that only an able man’s touch could supply. With Chad and Michael she would be getting double that.
“So fucking tight and hot. I can’t last with you, Alexa. You’re so perfect, baby.” He increased his thrusts, the water splashed around them, and she felt her insides tighten as her moans grew louder.
He cupped her ass cheeks, spread them as he penetrated deeper, rotating his hips, bringing on a series of tiny orgasms within her.
“Oh, Chad!” she screamed her release, and he thrust fast with crazy speed as he grunted then growled her name against her breast.
He was breathing rapidly as his cock pulsated inside of her. She held him to her breast and caressed him until he began to kiss along her skin then to her mouth.
“Mine.” He plunged his tongue between her lips and ravaged her mouth once again.
* * * *
She was drying her body off when she looked into the mirror and saw Michael standing in the doorway. He was bare-chested, his arms crossed in front of his chest, and he was only wearing boxers.
She swallowed hard.
“Good morning, angel,” he whispered in a gruff voice that sent goosebumps over her flesh. She began to turn toward him when he stopped her.
“Stay like that,” he stated, and she tensed. Michael was a demanding and bossy man. He liked control at every moment. Some feminine instinct inside of her wanted to challenge that control and yet embrace it. He was sexy, macho, and so fucking good-looking her pussy was leaking right now from his presence alone.
“Place your hands on the counter and stay facing the mirror.”