Raquel kissed me, our tongues battling for dominance as I buried myself deep, careful not to slam her too hard against the tile.
“I can’t wait,” she panted out.
I was close, so I twisted her nipple again and she exploded. I thrust twice more, and my balls tightened, then I came, kissing her deeply as my dick emptied itself inside of her.
“I love you, beautiful.”
Her blue eyes softened as she smiled at me and stroked my cheek. “I love you, too.”
“Let’s get cleaned up and go find food.”
“Okay, honey,” she said, and we finished our shower, although we got dirty again before finally getting clean and heading downstairs.
Orion
THE NEXT MORNING, it was time to deal with the Spiders. I let Raquel sleep and made my way with the group to the meeting place predetermined by Doc.
Rabbit had hacked into a few of the cameras around the industrial area just outside of Savannah, and he and Doc watched from their position in the back of a body shop near where Sugar Bear and some of the Spiders were holed up, while I waited with the rest of the guys for our marching orders.
When the orders came, Doom, Alamo, Rabbit, Otter, Badger, Dash, Doc, and I piled into the panel van, and drove the quarter mile to where Sugar Bear and the Spiders were hiding. Ozzy and Milky followed close behind in the Scout and we all parked on a small ridge overlooking the group of industrial buildings. The entire complex was surrounded by a cyclone fence but was otherwise unsecured.
“The plan is no one dies,” Doc said. “We go in, grab Sugar Bear, and get the fuck out before anyone gets shot.”
“What if the Spiders aren’t too keen on your plan?” Alamo asked.
“That’s what you’re here for,” Doc replied. “Remember. I want heavy cover fire from you, Otter, Dash, and Badger the second we’re in. Doom and I will grab Sugar Bear, and Ozzy and Orion will cover the exit point where Milky will be waiting to pick us up.”
Nods all around signified that everyone was ready to roll so we climbed out of the van and gathered behind the Scout.
Ozzy ran his hand gently along the rear fender of the Scout. He looked like he was about to puke, so Doc placed a hand on his shoulder.
“Send me the bill,” Doc said, but I figured this was gonna be a tough one. Even I knew Ozzy had been restoring that truck for years.
Milky got out of the still running Scout and put his rig in place, making a few adjustments before giving Doc a thumbs up.
“Okay, let’s go,” Doc said, and the seven of us moved quietly down the ridge towards the cabinet shop, careful to stay out of sight.
Seconds later, the unmanned Scout flew down the side of the ridge, past us, barreling towards the complex. The large SUV tore through the cyclone fence like it was tissue paper and crashed into the side entrance of the shop with full force. The massive reinforced grill did its job by tearing an extra wide hole for us to fit through. Doom and Ozzy tossed several flash grenades through the opening, and moments later, we filed inside.
As soon as we were in the shop, Alamo, Badger, Dash, and Doc sprayed the interior of the building with a barrage of non-lethal, rubber riot control bullets, while the rest of us stayed behind them in tight formation.
“Holy shit, man. What the fuck?” one of the Spiders yelled out amidst the chaos, and then the sound of gunfire exploded.
Through the haze of grenade smoke, I watched Ozzy jump one of the Spiders who’d been knocked down by Alamo’s shots, removing a knife from his belt before zip-tying his hands behind his back.
Another Spider took off, firing haphazardly behind him as he ran toward an office located at the opposite end of the shop floor. Badger and Dash took off after him, and Alamo and Doom split up to search for Sugar Bear, leaving Otter and me to deal with the last two Spiders on our own. One of which was curled up in the fetal position on the floor near where one of the flash grenades had detonated and was clearly concussed. Doc grabbed him by his cut and sat him up. His eyes were completely bloodshot, and he was bleeding from both ears.
“Where the fuck is Sugar Bear?” Doc asked, shaking him violently, but the guy was barely conscious.
I made a run toward the back, but was met by the Spiders President, Sugar Bear, holding Badger close, a gun to his head. Dash, Alamo, Ozzy and me raised our hands as we walked backwards toward Doc again, trying not to make any sudden moves in an effort to keep Sugar Bear calm enough not to shoot Badger.
“Doc, I mean it!” Sugar Bear, shouted. “Anyone comes toward me, I do this prick!”
The four of us fanned out. We needed to get Sugar Bear distracted somehow, but we moved slowly.
“Don’t fuckin’ move, Doc, or I’ll blow a hole in this kid,” Sugar Bear said as he continued moving toward Doc.
“I heard you,” Doc replied, calmly.
