“If you keep grinding on my dick like that, it’s only gonna get worse.”
The grumbled words in his ear sent heat rushing to his face. Thank fuck it was dark in the car, and no-one could see him blush. He’d spent enough time with both his hands and mouth on Saxon’s dick that he should have freaking known by feel alone that it wasn’t a gun under his ass.Damn it. “Sorry.”
“Enough with the damn sorries.”
Oh, oh Saxon is pissed.
“What are you so pissed about?” He could feel the others watching them. He’d spent so long working alone in the shadows recently that being under the scrutiny of others, even the ones who had rescued him, made him itchy.
“Seriously? You want to have this conversation here?” Saxon asked, “Right here? Right now?”
Which conversation was he talking about? That he’d been caught off guard and taken? That he fucking loved when Saxon’s dick was under his ass? Or that he was tired of friends with benefits and wanted more? But he didn’t want to have any of those conversations with an audience, thank you very much. “Nope.”
“Then stop fucking moving and stay still.” Saxon whispered, then raised his voice to ask, “How’re we looking?”
“We’re almost to the base.” the driver replied. “Five minutes.”
“Good.”
Rick jumped when Saxon’s arm wrapped around his waist and held on tight. What the hell did that mean? Did Saxon holding him mean anything? He hated not understanding stuff or knowing where he stood. But as the truck took a hard right, powering through a yellow traffic light, he figured it meant nothing. Saxon obviously knew the man’s driving style and was trying to prevent him flying across the vehicle when it turned.
“Get your ID’s ready.” the passenger ordered. He pressed his finger to his ear, “Eagle, TOC, Ghost Four here. We are three minutes to Base.”
“Copy that, Sir.” He tapped the driver on the arm, “Stick your hazards on.” He lifted his ass and pulled a badge out of his pocket, pressing it to the windshield.
“Sure thing.” The driver pressed the button on the dash as they took the final turn on the approach to the American gate at NAS Napoli. By the time they made it to the barrier, it was raised, giving them immediate access.
“I don’t think I have ever come in here without having to answer multiple questions and provide ID,” Rick told Saxon softly. Given how fast the barrier had risen, and the fact that the truck was waved straight through, told him these men were well known within the military community in Italy… or at least their boss held a position of power. Based on the code names they were using, he had a good idea who they were. But Ghost Four, that call sign he hadn’t heard before. His brain filed everything away to examine later.
The truck slowed down to under the speed limit and drove across the base. A glance over his shoulder told him three more trucks had fallen into line behind them. He squeezed his eyes shut, mentally preparing himself for what was to come. His boss was not going to be freaking happy if he had to come here when Rick refused to answer the questions the base commander was sure to have. He needed to figure out how to get a phone, fast. “Where are we going?” That was a question he should have thought of before. His only excuse was that this day was as surreal as the freaking twilight zone and his brain was stuck somewhere on a different universe or something.
“LZ.”
Wait, what? That so wasn’t protocol for an unorthodox entry to a military base. “Not to the Base Commander?”
“Nope.” The driver pulled the truck to a stop right on the tarmac, next to a Black Hawk. “We answer to Eagle, not the Base Commander here.”
By the time the four of them in the rear of the truck had untangled themselves and climbed out of the vehicle, the rotors on the bird were whirring to life.
“I…”
“Get on the damn bird,” Saxon ordered. Fuck, since when could he read him well enough to know he was planning on refusing. “Don’t make me pick you up and throw you on.”
“You’re pissed at me?” Rick’s eyebrows drew together in confusion, why was he pissed at him? He hadn’t gone out looking to be kidnapped. That so hadn’t been on his list of things to do yesterday. He needed to decide what to do, and he needed to do it fast. He could refuse to go with Saxon and his team, causing a bigger incident than his capture probably already had, or he could get on the Black Hawk and slip away later. Jeez, he wasn’t sure which option was best.
“Yes, I am,” Saxon stepped closer, bringing his face directly in front of Rick’s. “Now, Rick.”
“Sax, get your man’s ass on my damn bird.” An authoritative voice yelled the order, “STAT.”
“Yes, Sir.” Saxon answered. He pointed to the helo, “Move, now.”
Making a split-second decision, Rick nodded and climbed onboard, with Saxon right on his ass. The door slid shut behind them.
“Buckle up, ladies, we’re gonna be rocking and rolling in thirty seconds flat.” a voice called from the cockpit.
Ugh, did that mean they were taking off combat style? Where the pilots took the bird up as fast as possible? Been there, done that, had the bruises for a week to prove it… multiple bruises, multiple times. He strapped himself into the seat. Okay then, a flight on a Black Hawk it was. It wasn’t the strangest thing to happen in the last few days. This he could deal with, the rest remained to be seen.
Chapter Six
