Page 73 of More Tricks

I gave him a thumbs up and swiped the dish with the nuts on our way out. They were damn good, and I hated for food to go to waste. Besides, all this double-O-seven spy shit has me hungry. I was so anxious to eat before we left. It took Cam about ten minutes to join us with an incredibly drunk Mariana in tow. She was in a dressing gown of sorts that only rich women seemed to wear and no shoes, not that she needed any, just adding to the strangeness of this whole event.

“How far back should we be for this?” Wes questioned as Ghost lifted the rocket launcher to his shoulder. “I feel like right now we are way too close.”

“Let’s head back into the golf course, then go for it,” Jaxson suggested. “That way, if shrapnel comes at us, we can get out of the way or duck.”

“How the fuck is this my life?” Wes mumbled as we got a good fifteen feet back from the house.

Ghost got into a wide leg stance, dropped his head to look in the scope, then pulled the trigger. I’d expected more of a recoil, but Ghost hardly moved an inch as the rocket shot out, then there was another burst as the rocket sped up and slammed into the second-story window. The explosion that followed had us all cheering like kids on the Fourth of July. The plume of smoke rose into the air marking our signal to get the hell out of dodge.

Cam had to hoist Mariana up in his arms so we could run without her stumbling over her feet. Our trek across the course was well-lit by the fire that burned behind us. Apparently, a rocket-induced fire spread incredibly fast, but that would keep law enforcement off our trail until we were well enough away. Cognac chucked Diego in the back and shut the door while Cam got Mariana situated in the front seat and buckled in. Magnus didn’t wait for us to get seated before he was peeling out of the parking lot. The gate opened for us since we were exiting and off we went into the night with our cartel boss and his wife.

Fuck, I had the best life. Let’s hope once this was all over, I wasn’t too bored with no one attacking me or trying to kill me. On second thought, it was probably better not to put that into the atmosphere.

Tommaso had a secure place where we could keep Diego for the day. It wasn’t as fancy as his panic room, but it had a toilet, sink, and cot for him. We left him water and a few protein bars in case he got hungry when he woke up. I might be planning to kill him in ten hours, but that was no reason to deny him the basics every human deserved. Even mass murderers got a last meal before the needle. It seemed only fair, well as fair as I was willing to be.

Mariana was tucked away in a motel with guards in New Jersey so we could keep her close but not too close.

Eagle and his crew were putting Axel in a separate location, not wanting to risk having him and Diego in one spot. Magnus had called Harper to check in, and she reported that everyone was fine. Their job had gone as well as could be expected, and they were finishing up their loose ends. This meant we could all head back to the apartment and know everyone would be coming home safe and sound.

I’d put all those emotions aside during the job, but now relief flooded through me, knowing that all my men were safe. When we got back to the apartment, I knew exactly how I wanted to celebrate, and it had nothing to do with keeping our clothes on. After fights like this, it drove my already healthy libido through the roof, and right now, as we drove back, I felt like an addict who needed her fix.

Cognac was sitting next to me, and I grinned, knowing he would let me tease him and enjoy it. I slid my hand to his thigh, letting it pause there a moment before resting it right on his cock. He grunted as I rubbed it slowly with a good amount of pressure to make sure he got the point. The look he gave me out of the corner of his eye told me he got the message loud and clear. While tactical pants were thick so they protected you, it didn’t block me from knowing just how into this idea of mine he was.

His hand snaked under my shirt, and he managed to pop the button on my pants, allowing his hand to slide under them. Cognac knew my feelings on foreplay well, so when he went right for gold, I had to bite my lip to stifle the moan when two fingers speared me. Not one to back down from a challenge, I tried to pull the same move, but he had a belt on, blocking me from just getting past the button. It would make too much noise to remove the belt, so I went for plan B. Tugging down his zipper, I groped around until I got a handful of cock.

Not bothering to get past the boxers he wore, I started to rub him with a little less pressure. Didn’t want to rub the damn thing raw, then I needed him to fuck me senseless when we got the chance.

A tongue flicked the shell of my ear, making me shiver. “Don’t forget you owe me from last time, shortcake,” Wes whispered in my ear. “I was a team player and didn't grumble when you were too worn out to handle all of us at once, but this time, I’m going to get my time with you.”

Fuck, these men were going to be the death of me before I could get them to fill me with their cocks I so desperately wanted.

We pulled up to the apartment building, and Cognac scooped me up in his arms, not bothering to wait for anyone else. Wes and Cam darted into the elevator right behind us as Cognac set me on my feet only to yank open his belt and free his cock. Spinning me so I was plaster against the wall of the elevator, he jerked down my pants so my ass was revealed and slammed into me.

“Oh, fuck yes.” I groaned.

Because of our height difference, the only thing keeping me where he needed me was the pressure of his upper body, hands on my hips, and cock in my pussy. He thrust into me deep and slow, making every stroke count to its maximum potential. Wes and Cam stood in a way that helped to block anyone from the security cameras seeing more than they should. They would clearly know what we were up to, but this was no free porno for them to whack off to.

“You like that, loba? Having me take you here in this elevator because I couldn’t wait another second to feel your pussy clenching around my cock?” Cognac murmured into my ear. “Think you can tease me like that and not suffer the consequences or is this exactly what you wanted?”

“Oh God, yes, this is what I wanted,” I cried as he sped up his movements. “Yes, fuck me, fuck me right into the wall, Cognac.”

My Latin lover did just that, granting every wish I had, wrapping his arm around my waist as he pummeled into me. Just when I thought an orgasm was going to hit me, the doors opened as we reached our floor.

“Tuck your legs up, loba. I’m not going to pull out of you as we leave here so I can bend you over the table and fuck you till you scream so loud the triplets are jealous,” Cognac informed me.

So I did as he asked, and he held me to him securely as we left the elevator and moved into the apartment. Each step had him sliding in and out of me in such a way it edged me into madness. Wes got the door open and stepped aside for Cognac to carry me in and do just what he promised. My nails bit into the wood of the table as he hammered into me with no mercy, his own grunts filling the air around us as I begged for him not to stop.

The orgasm I’d been on the verge of having exploded through my body, making me scream out my pleasure as Cognac fucked me right through it. “Fuck yes, make me come again,” I begged as he leaned back slightly and spit on my ass so he could sink his finger in, sending me right into another wave of ecstasy. “Goddamn fucking hell,” I swore as my whole body started to twitch, trying to deal with the endorphins flooding my system.

He thrust in twice more and allowed himself to come as he draped over my back, kissing along my neck. “Loba, you fuck like a goddess, you know that, right? I think the whole building heard you screaming as you came around my cock,” he said with a chuckle as he slowly pulled out of my pussy.

Panting, I took a moment before I stood, unsure if my legs would hold me. When I looked up, I found the others sitting in the living room, eyes full of heat, and Void was already stroking his cock. Oh, tonight was going to be fun.

“Who’s next?” I asked with a grin.

Before anyone could make a move, Wes grabbed my hips and spun me around to face him. “I thought I was clear back in the car, shortcake. This time I’m not waiting for my turn, you’re mine right now, and the others can just sit there and watch as I fuck that perfect pussy of yours.”

“Bring it on, Westie, show me what you got,” I taunted.