Storm Warning (Security Specialists International Book 4) (37 page)

Tweeter and Price took positions up on either side of the door and laid down fire to dissuade anyone from approaching the hanger and the tarmac immediately outside it. Paul added sniper-fire brand of dissuasion from his position.

Even more gunfire sounded from the front of the compound where the more loyal—or crazier—militia men were still defending the compound and holding the Feds at bay.

Loren pulled the Hawk onto the tarmac as quickly as the tractor could move.

“Ready to fire her up once the tractor is clear.” DJ’s voice was cool as a cucumber. “Get on board, guys.”

Tweeter hopped into the cockpit and strapped into the co-pilot seat, pulling on the headset for intra-cabin communications. “Fire her up, sugar. Loren’s clear.”

Loren left the tractor off to the side. Price moved out from the hanger door, laying down suppressive fire. The two ran for the Hawk’s open cabin door and jumped inside.

DJ started the rotors. Varney’s militia men fired at the chopper. Hooked in, Loren and Price returned fire from the open cabin doors. DJ took the Hawk up fast and made a wide defensive swing to take them away from the threat on the ground.

Once they were away, DJ turned to look at him. “All systems are green including weapons. I checked—this Hawk is loaded with a full complement of Hellfires and a set of .50 caliber machine guns.”

She looked at him, her gaze suddenly anxious. “Take over, please. I need to check on Momma. I gave her a quick once-over, fastened her into a seat, and put a headset on her, but,” she touched Tweeter’s arm, “I think, she’s in shock.”

Nodding, Tweeter took control of the Hawk. “Take care of her.”

DJ smiled and kissed his cheek. “Love you so much.” Then she moved to cabin.

“Loren. Price,” Tweeter said. “Be sure you’re hooked in good. The ride is about to get trickier. Going to send a little hellfire down on the fuckers.”

Loren chuckled. “We’re good, bro. Go for it.”

“Paul,” Tweeter cruised around the perimeter, far out of the range of anything the militia might throw at them. “Let the Feds know they need to get the fuck away from the gate. We’ll come and pick you up once we open Varney’s front door.”

“Roger that,” Paul responded.

Tweeter flew a wide arc over the mountains surrounding the holler and then flew an erratic pattern along the boundary until he got the all-clear to take his run and fire the missile. Price had come to take second seat while Loren closed and secured the cabin door and then strapped in.

“Feds are clear. Bad asses have been warned. Their response was gunfire,” Paul said. “Take out the gate, brother.”

For the second time in less then a day, a warm sense of accomplishment swept through Tweeter’s mind. Nancy was rescued and safe in her daughter’s arms. Bad guys were caught or dead. A potential home-grown terrorist threat had been foiled. And Tweeter would be marrying DJ, the woman he loved more than life itself; well, he’d marry her after they waded through the red tape from today’s action. All in all, a damn good day with one thing left on his mission to-do list.

Coming at the compound gate from the front, he lined up the shot and sent the missile.

“Yippie-kay-yay, motherfuckers!”

*

“Momma, did those pieces of bull hooey hurt you?” DJ ran a hand over her mother’s soft, messy hair as it curled around the headset. There were dark circles under her mother’s eyes and several bruises on her arms and wrists. She’d make sure her mother was thoroughly checked over once they got to a hospital.

“I’m okay.” Her mother tried to smile, but failed. “They shot Scotty.” Tears flowed down her cheeks. She sobbed out, “He tried to protect me. There was so much blood.” She wiped at a stain on her jeans.

“Scotty’s going to be fine, Momma. Ren said so. The poor man’s more worried about you.” DJ hugged her mother’s frail body and managed not to wince when the action jarred the area Sean had kicked.

DJ took a deep breath and decided, bruised not fractured. She’d be getting checked right alongside her mother. She’d seen the grave look in Ace’s eyes when he’d examined her in the tunnel, and she wouldn’t protest. He needed to know she was A-okay as much as she needed to know her mother was all right.

“Baby girl, they … killed your pa.” Her mother’s eyes held regret and sorrow for the man she’d married, not for the man into which he’d evolved.

Her mother shuddered violently. Oh God, no—

“They killed him in front of you?” For some reason that made her madder than anything. “I’m so sorry you had to see that.”

“And I’m sorry he was never a good father to you.”

“Well, I had the best momma, so that made up for it.” DJ kissed a pale, bruised cheek. “Now, try to rest.”

Her mother leaned into her and let out a sigh, then fell asleep like a little child exhausted from a too-busy day. But a mere minute or so later, she startled at the sound of the Hellfire being fired. “What’s that?”

Cuddling her, DJ said, “Nothing to worry about. Just Ace taking care of business. Go to sleep. You’re safe.”

The mission over, DJ drifted on a sea of satisfaction and happiness. She, Ace, and the team had done it. They’d rescued her mother and taken care of a nasty nest of vipers. Soon, she’d be married to Ace, the man who loved her for who she was, who let her be strong when she needed to be, and who supported her when she required it.

The sound of the Hawk going into a hover roused her from a battle nap. She was aware of Loren opening the cabin door and lowering a harness. Paul’s voice joked with his twin as the cabin door closed once more. She opened her eyes and smiled. Paul winked at her and covered both her and her mother with a blanket. He strapped in opposite them. Everything was now really all right. The team was all on board. She dozed off again.

DJ roused again a bit later when Ace slid next to her and put his arm around her. He nuzzled and kissed her ear as he tucked the blanket more securely around her shoulders. “Just lean on me. Rest. When we get on the jet, I’ll tuck you and Nancy in bed. We’ll stop in Lexington to get you both checked out. Ren has already gotten us hotel rooms and informed the Feds where they can find us for a debrief.”

“What about Varney?” She yawned and looked over at the man who’d terrorized her mother. He was unconscious, courtesy of the drugs Ace had liberated from O’Riley, cuffed, and strapped into a seat.

“Homeland is sending agents to pick him up at the airfield where we left the jet.”

“Good” She turned and kissed his chin. “When we’re at the hospital in Kentucky, you need to get checked out, too.”

“If that makes you happy…” She nodded. He smiled. “…then I will. I don’t want you to worry. We have a wedding to arrange.”

“Plus a wedding night and a honeymoon to anticipate,” she reminded him. “I love you, Ace. I want to spend every day and night with you for the rest of my life.”

Ace cradled her face with both hands and caressed her cheeks with his thumbs. He peppered kisses over her face until he finally lingered over her mouth. “I love you, Dahlia Jane. I’m the luckiest man in the world since I’ll spend the rest of my days by your side and get to hold you in my arms each and every night.” He sealed his words with a reverent kiss that soon turned deep and hungry.

When he broke off the kiss, DJ sighed and nestled her head on his shoulder. “Love you so, so much.” She yawned. “So tired. Sorry…”

“Sleep, sugar.” He rested his cheek on the top of her head. “I’ve got you. I’ll never let you go.”

DJ went to sleep, his vow resonating in her soul.

February 28, Las Vegas, Bellagio Hotel

“A suite? I thought you were kidding when you said that.” Standing at the floor-to-ceiling window, DJ tore her view away from the dancing fountains in the front of the hotel and found her husband—just thinking the word made her happy—at the door as he tipped the bellman.

A huge smile on his face, Ace walked to join her at the window. She watched his smooth, sure gait and was relieved to see he wasn’t showing any lingering effects of his time in Oraio’s hands.

Since the ER doctor in Lexington had found only bruising and no fractures from her altercation with Varney, she anticipated a wedding night filled with lots of sex and cuddling and making plans for a short honeymoon before returning to Idaho where the SSI and Walsh families planned a reception for them.

“Only the best for my beautiful wife.” He held her head still with a hand at the nape of her neck and placed a gentle nibbling kiss on her lips. She moaned and deepened the kiss by threading her fingers in his hair and pulling his head closer. Rubbing her lower body over the rock-hard erection tenting his pants, she teased his lips open with her tongue. He groaned deep in his throat and ate at her mouth.

Ace pulled away, his breathing harsh, but his touch as he swept a finger down the length of her neck was gentle. “You know, later, if you want … you can have a ceremony with the dress and all the trappings. I didn’t want to wait to make you completely mine.”

She studied his face. He was worried he’d let her down. Since she’d never entertained any dreams about a big wedding—and she’d wanted to be his wife just as much as he wanted to be her husband—she hurried to reassure her man.

“I adored our wedding.” She kissed his chin. Laying her head on his shoulder, she petted his chest. “It had everything that was important. You. Me. A legal license. My momma. Loren, Paul, and Price as witnesses.” She giggled. “I loved the Liberace impersonator who performed our ceremony. The pictures will be something to show our kids. We’ll tell them that their daddy loved their mommy so much he couldn’t wait to marry her. And that’s what’s most important to me—your love.”

She leaned back and then gestured around the suite. “That you took the extra time to arrange all this? Makes me the luckiest girl in the world.”

There were flowers in each room of the suite. A cart with champagne, strawberries, and chocolates. And, most surprising, Agent Provocateur bags that had proven to contain a decadent silk nightgown and robe plus other delicate, beautiful undies she’d never have bought for herself. She was betting Callie had a hand in the lingerie surprise.

“So, who cares about a formal wedding?” DJ cuddled closer and traced circles around his nipple through his shirt. “I have you.”

“I’m the lucky one.” He covered her hand on his chest and rubbed his other hand up and down her back. “You tired?”

His thick lashes covered his partially closed ice blue eyes so she couldn’t read him well. His expression was closed and his tone wasn’t at all sexual. He sounded concerned about her well-being. This was so not the amorous new husband she’d anticipated for her wedding night.

Of course, less than twenty-four hours ago, he’d hovered and growled as the ER doctor had examined her. He’d scrutinized the chest x-rays, looking for any sign of a fracture, and practically cross-examined the radiologist about the accuracy of her diagnosis.

“No, I’m well-rested.” She’d slept in his arms at the airport hotel in Lexington and then napped on the SSI jet on the way to Las Vegas. “Why?”

DJ pulled her hand out from under his and walked her fingers up his chest to cup the back of his neck, then ruffled her fingers through the hair curling there. Pressing her body against his, she placed a kiss where his shirt lay open at his neck.

Now, her tone was definitely sexual. It seemed as if it had been weeks since they’d made love on the plane after leaving Belize.

Tonight was her one and only wedding night, and she wanted to celebrate the fact—and the fact they were alive—in the most basic way.

“I thought you might want to go shopping or maybe try your luck at the tables.” He moved a hand to knead her bottom. His erection pulsed where it lay between their bodies.

Seriously? She looked into what she could see of his eyes and found a hint of a mischievous twinkle. The tease.

“Well … I do need clothes.” She bit his lower lip and then licked away the sting. “Eventually. Right now, I want to take a shower … with you.” She licked up the side of his neck and teethed his ear lobe. His sharp hiss made her smile. “I might need help getting really, really clean. Are you up for the task, Mr. Walsh?”

“Oh, Mrs. Walsh…” His voice was a deep growl that reverberated over her skin and burrowed deeply in her pussy. “I think I’m just the man for the job.” He turned her toward the bedroom and then patted her ass. “Lead the way, sugar.”

“First one naked and in the shower gets oral sex?” DJ said.

“I’ll take that challenge.” Ace stripped off his shirt and shucked his pants as he stalked her through the large suite.

Over her shoulder, DJ eyed his long, muscular body and his hugely erect penis. She sighed happily. He was hers—and she had it in her mind to drive him out of his.

When she reached the bedroom, she purposely took her time shedding her clothes. She wanted to go down on him first, knowing he’d more than return the favor later in bed.

By the time she’d stripped and reached the luxuriously appointed marble bathroom, Ace was in the steam shower with his hand on his cock, stroking the deeply red shaft with its plum-colored head. His wolf-blue eyes burned for her.

“I win,” he rasped.

“Oh, I think, we both win.” DJ entered the shower and nudged him to the built-in bench. “Sit. Let me take care of you.”

Her husband sat on the edge of the bench. She sank to her knees and took over control of his erection with one hand and cuddled his heavy balls with the other.

“Put this under your knees. I don’t want my lovely wife bruised more than she is.”

“You are so good to me.” DJ took the folded towel he handed her and then knelt on it.

“I want to be even more good to you. What about your pleasure?” Ace stroked wet hair away from her face as she took a gentle swipe over his penis’s engorged head to remove a single silver drop of precum. Another droplet quickly emerged to replace the one she’d tasted.

DJ peeked at him through her lashes. “Oh, you can take care of me … later. I have this fantasy of you making love to me from behind while I’m naked against the window and looking out over the Strip.”

His cock jerked in her hand. She smiled. “You like my fantasy?” She took a long, slow lick from the base of his shaft to his glans, then swirled her tongue around the head.

“Fuck, yeah.” He cupped the back of her head, threading his fingers through her short curls. “Take me inside, sugar. I need to feel your hot, hungry mouth around my cock.”

DJ moaned at the desire in his voice, a male hunger that was only hers to slake. She took his length inside her mouth in small increments.

“Fuck, baby. Don’t tease.” Ace threw back his head, a grimace of pleasure and pain on his face. The muscles in his throat strained as he swallowed hard and let out a groan. His fingers tangled in her hair, pressed her forward—urging her take more and more.

DJ moved her hand from his balls to brace herself on his leg, halting the inexorable forward movement. She mewled around his cock.

Always in tune with her, Ace loosened his grip on her hair … went motionless. “Sugar, you all right?” he whispered, his breaths harsh and rapid. The pulse point at his throat beat rapidly, indicating the intensity of his arousal. His erection throbbed just as wildly within her mouth.

But he waited—for her.

DJ slowly released his penis and licked her lips. “I sucked in too much, too fast.” She winked and took a teasing swipe over the purple head. “I’m still on a learning curve.”

He smiled. All his love was there, in his expression. “Just take what you can handle. Everything you do to me feels good.”

She nodded and took several long licks, then traced the veins on his shaft with the tip of her tongue. Precum pooled in his slit and then dripped over his glans. Tonguing the slit, she then took the head into her mouth once more and slid down his shaft, then retreated. Eventually, she found a rhythm and depth that was comfortable for her—and made her man moan.

“That’s good. Fuck, so fucking good.” He held her head as if he was afraid she would stop. This time, though, his fingers were more loosely tangled in her hair.

DJ had no desire to stop. She wanted to suck him dry, then let him take over the sexual play and make her scream with pleasure.

Hollowing her cheeks, she applied stronger suction as she slid her lips up and down his thickness. She used her hand to add more sensation to his shaft and moved her other hand back to squeeze his balls gently.

He groaned. His eyes closed, he threw his head back. “God, so close. So fucking close. You gonna to take my cum?”

She hummed and nodded.

“Faster, sugar. I don’t break.”

Increasing her speed, she bobbed up and down on his cock, using her tongue to add another sensation.

“Fuck!” Ace roared, stiffened and then came and came. With a light touch, he held her head to his cock as she swallowed his cum. Held her there until a final full-body shudder indicated he was done.

“You, my lovely, talented wife, are amazing.” He finger-combed her curls as she let his spent cock slide from her mouth.

Hot water pounding on her back, DJ sat back on her heels and smiled happily at the picture he made. He leaned back against the tile wall, his knees sprawled wide. His expression was relaxed and held the look of a large, fully sated cat—a lion accepting his due from his lioness.

And just as quickly as a lion, he pounced.

Grabbing her by the waist, he pulled her up to straddle his lap. He positioned her legs around his waist and then placed his hands on her hips to hold her in place. “I love you … my most beautiful wife.”

“Back atcha … my most viral husband.”

A hard protuberance poked her stomach. She looked down and found him fully erect. “Again? That was fast.” She grinned.

He shrugged. “You breathe. I get hard.” He nipped her shoulder as he took a breast into one hand and swept his thumb over the bud. “You on my lap? Guaranteed to make me harder than titanium steel.”

“What about my window fantasy?” She squealed as he lifted her until her pussy was over his cock.

“We’ll get to it,” he promised. “Now, put me in and ride me, wife.”

“Bossy much?” she teased as she placed the head at her swollen opening and took him in slowly, still amazed at how good it felt to have his stiff, throbbing penis inside her sheath.

“No, just dying to be inside you.” He squeezed a hip and bent his head to the breast he’d captured. “As long as I’m breathing, I’ll always need you.”

“Always sounds nice.” DJ sighed and began the up-and-down motion that would take her to heaven. Knowing that when she fell, Ace would be there to catch her—each and every time.

~The End~