With a quiet groan, Jamie pulled out of him. Kyle clenched around the emptiness, the cum seeping out of his hole not nearly as satisfying as Jamie’s cock. He crossed his arms on the desk, burrowing his face into them as he caught his breath. He could hear Jamie rustling around in the drawer again, but Kyle wasn’t up to moving.
Gentle fingers stroked along his inner thighs, catching some of the mess that had escaped his hole, only to push it back inside. Jamie removed his fingers and replaced them with the blunt coldness of a wide metal plug. It was enough to rouse Kyle from his sex stupor, hissing a little as Jamie settled it firmly in his hole, plugging him up and keeping him full of Jamie’s cum.
“Come here.”
Kyle let Jamie coax him to a standing position again. He turned around, still drifting a little, and braced himself against the desk. He blinked up at Jamie, feeling lazy and not up for moving very far as Jamie tended to him. The tie came off and was tossed aside. Jamie unbuttoned his dress shirt the rest of the way and shrugged it off, using it to clean up the mess on Kyle’s stomach as well as his own climax. The shirt got tossed over the desk, landing somewhere else in the office.
Jamie pulled his pants over his hips and did them up before grabbing a bottle of water from the small wet bar in the corner. He handed it to Kyle, who stared at it for a couple of seconds before taking it. He drank it down beneath Jamie’s watchful eyes, slowly coming back to himself. Jamie took the empty bottle and threw it in the trash before stepping close. The heat from his half-clothed body warmed Kyle’s naked one, and he hummed wordlessly. Kyle leaned his head backward, silently asking for a kiss, which Jamie lovingly obliged, kissing him slow and deep.
“I’ll fuck my cum out of you later, but right now I still have to work,” Jamie said when they broke apart.
Kyle didn’t fight the pressure of Jamie’s hand on his shoulder, sinking once more to his knees. Jamie pulled the chair closer to the desk and sat down, spreading his legs. Kyle hooked his hands around Jamie’s ankles and rested his head against Jamie’s thigh, breathing in the smell of sex and Jamie.
“I love you,” Kyle mumbled.
Warm fingers carded through his hair, and Kyle closed his eyes, sinking into the comfort that Jamie offered.
“I know,” Jamie said softly. “I love you, too.”
9
Beat the Drums Slowly
“Should go with.”
Sean looked up from his tablet as Alexei walked up the ramp into the belly of the X-17 Hermes combat jet. Ground crew personnel and Annabelle were going over last-minute flight checks and Sean wasn’t keen on getting in their way. Transitioning from intelligence work into an area of the MDF run predominantly by those in or from the military still took some getting used to.
“This transfer doesn’t require the entire team,” Sean said.
Alexei came around the transport cage the ground crew had set up inside the combat jet. The corners were made of plas-steel and the sides were filled in with bullet-resistant plas-glass. A portable environmental setup was connected up top, providing air to the prisoner or gas to knock them out if they were unruly.
Alexei shook his head. “Don’t trust Jansen.”
“None of us do, but we all trust Katie to keep him in line, so you don’t have anything to worry about.”
Sean would be traveling with Katie, Annabelle, and a couple of MDF agents in charge of Nikolaas Jansen’s transfer into federal custody, where USP Florence had a Faraday cage-enhanced cell ready for his arrival. Even though it wasn’t a combat mission, the three of them were still in combat uniforms, though no one wore their head gear yet. They’d don those items—hard helmet, tactical goggles, and face masks—before they started their descent to help ensure their identities remained secret.
Katie had done a deep telepathic scan on Jansen’s mind yesterday on orders from the MDF, backed by a presidential memo. The possibility of a terrorist attack outweighed the right to privacy, even for a noncitizen. As an empath, even contained within a Faraday cage, Jansen’s mind was more than capable of shielding against Katie’s telepathy. Those shields were instinctive, and would always remain in his mind. Containment wouldn’t change that.
It took hours for Katie to break through, but she managed to pry open Jansen’s mental shields and read his mind. He couldn’t hide his thoughts and memories from her power, though what Katie found—or didn’t find—left them no closer to finding any answers.
Jansen had no knowledge of any future attack, either planned by Declan, the Pavluhkins, or thePresnenskaya Bratva. Oh, there was a lot of other information buried in Jansen’s mind the MDF was keen to get its hands on—Sean’s old coworkers in the intelligence division were having a field day with Katie’s memory transfers—but none of it helped to predict the immediate future.
If the situation weren’t so dire, Sean might have some misgivings about the avenues the MDF had taken when it came to stripping Jansen’s mind of information. If the person doing the mental digging hadn’t been Katie, he’d question their methods, but he knew Katie wouldn’t go out of her way to torture the enemy no matter how much Sean believed Jansen might deserve it.
“Could call Jamie. Have him let me come with,” Alexei said.
“Jamie has dinner with the president tonight, remember? Don’t interrupt him,” Sean warned.
“Not like when team is separated.”
“I know he doesn’t, but this isn’t even really a mission.” Alexei scowled, and Sean couldn’t help fondly shaking his head at the taller man. “It’ll be fine, Alexei.”
Sean never used the diminutive of Alexei’s name when they were on duty, both of them having drawn clear boundaries within their relationship when it came to their job. Sean knew they’d lucked out getting to work together on the same team, and they both had Jamie to thank for that.
Deep cover had become impossible for Sean after the Pavluhkin mission. Despite that career setback, the MDF had no plans to restrict him to a desk job due to his status as a metahuman. When the director would have assigned him to an active field team that wasn’t Alpha Team, Jamie had put his foot down.
Sean still didn’t know what Jamie had threatened the director with—because simply putting in a request for a new team member wasn’t enough to get clearance on something like this—but it had been enough to slot Sean under Jamie’s command. Sean and Alexei had worked hard to prove to their superiors that just because they were on the same team didn’t mean they would put each other’s lives above everyone else’s.
