We double-time it over to the bed and he pushes me down, blanketing me with his weight and his warmth. We make out for the next several minutes, something physical to balance out the weird and disturbing op. I relax back into the pillows as he shimmies down my body, pulling my cock out for a fast and sloppy blow job.
Okay, maybe notfast. Swirling his tongue around my head, he grabs the lube from under the pillow, slicking up a single finger.
He nudges my legs wide and sinks down onto the full length of me. I tense when he slides the slick finger between my cheeks, glancing across the sensitive skin.
DeShaun pulls back, licking his lips. “Relax, baby. Let me in.”
His deep voice settles my nerves and I let my legs drop open, breathing out as I slowly unclench. Grinning, he pulls me into his mouth again, scrambling my brains as he circles the puckered skin.
“Fuck.” I squirm under him, on the edge of overstimulation, on the edge of emotion, just…on the edge. “Fuck.”
Jesus, this man is going to be the death of me.
Finally, he pushes his finger in as I bear down, reveling in the sloppy sounds of sex. I hum when he finds the nerves that light me up and damn near purr when he strokes that spot with a firm come-hither motion. The internal and external stimulation leaves me breathless.
Tears spring up as the slow-rolling ecstasy makes its way down my body and up from my toes. “DeShaun, I…”
He makes an approving sound, and I arch up, tears falling freely as he begins swallowing around the head of my cock, pulling even more pleasure from my body.
Just as he’s finished wringing me out like a washcloth, his phone starts buzzing. Barely able to function, I hand him a wet wipe from the bedside drawer, and he cleans his hands with an evil grin. That accomplished, he crawls up my body, smiling as he lays his head on my shoulder. Palming his stiff cock behind his jeans, he picks up the call. “Hey, Hedy.”
Within a matter of seconds, he drops his hand and sits up as though trying to hear her more clearly. "Wait, what are you saying? I'm putting Odd on speakerphone with me."
He hits the button, holding the phone flat in the palm of his hand.
Bypassing the social niceties, Hedy gets right to the point. “Greg escaped his DHS detail. That is…the legitimate members of his detail. Seems like we’re not the only ones with people in cabinet positions. From the intel coming in, many of the men who were supposed to be guarding him were actually on his payroll. One of the agents survived and just got out of surgery an hour ago. We’re waiting for the doctor to approve talking to him, but before he went in, he told our contact that Greg was agitated, going on about a team in Austin. We have to assume the worst, so I'm sending a contingent to the tattoo shop.”
I call Jake while DeShaun calls Thane and Ronan. The Bastrop team, who are probably nearing Austin at this point, are still unreachable by comms, calls, or texts. Thane and Ro are nearly at the shop, and Jake agrees to keep the data coming in.
I pace the tiny efficiency before stopping in front of the couch. “DeShaun, I can’t stay here. I can’t let my brother walk into a potential ambush.”
“They won’t be walking into anything. Thane and Ro will have a chance to stake it out before they get there.”
Checking the time, I let out a frustrated groan. “Parker’s driving—that means they’re probably less than ten minutes out. Thane and Ro might not even get there before they do. We don’t know what Greg’s got planned. The only thing we do know is that he made it out of DHS custody with his own damned team.”
DeShaun stands up, holding out his hand to me. “Then let’s go.”
27
DeShaun
Odd and I get in the car and race through the streets of downtown Austin, blowing past red lights, barely even noticing the other cars as we turn onto Congress and fly over the bridge.
We circle the block, identifying the team’s SUV parked in the back before coming back around to the front. The shop is silent and the lights are on, so we get out of the car, bursting into Everett’s waiting area to find the team casually draped over the couches.
"Did you see what a bad-ass Rafi is? Took out two of those assholes with one shot,” Everett brags to the others. They laugh until they see Odd and I standing there, looking breathless.
“S’up, hoss?” Anders asks as he stands at attention. The team follows suit.
"We've got incoming. Greg got away, and he's got friends in low places. Hedy thinks they might be heading this way, so first things first, we’ve got to get the fuck out of here."
Thane and Ronan walk in just as Parker makes her way down from the upstairs lounge with a tray of snacks. I take a few seconds to catch everyone up, then start giving out orders. "Grab whatever ammo you have left, pick up any portable electronics, destroy anything you can’t carry that you think might be detrimental to us.”
"I have the small electronics,” Parker says, racing into the PTN.
“I’ve got the ammo and weapons,” Anders says, following closely behind.
Everyone jumps into action, gathering supplies, organizing to leave. Seconds later, we’re all nearly rocked off our feet by a deafening explosion in the front of the shop. The reinforced glass Everett installed buckles and twin explosions shake the shop a second time as the front and back doors are blown inward.
