The Omega Team: Death Sentence (Kindle Worlds Novella) (5 page)

Chase regarded the photo. “Starting tomorrow, find an excuse to get Patricia in the infirmary. A scheduled check-up. A shot she needs. Show your concern. Commiserate with her. Get her to open up.”

“While I’m wearing these.” She touched the eyeglasses.

“The powers that be barely trust video evidence that’s irrefutable. They sure as hell won’t believe your word or mine over the guards’. It’s the only way we can learn what happened to Kim and expose what’s going on so the other inmates are safe.”

Uneasy, Hallie needed reassurance more than she ever had, even in the darkest days when she, her mom, and sister were on welfare and barely surviving. “I’ve never done anything like this. What if I mess up?”

“You can’t.”

She slumped. “Couldn’t you sugarcoat it a little?”

“No. We’re up against a powerful group, including Gatekeeper and everyone who’s getting kickbacks. They don’t want things to change. You and I are the only ones fighting them. The odds stink. We have to be smarter than they are.”

“Given their hiring practices, that shouldn’t be too hard.”

Chase laughed. “That’s the spirit. Now to the next problem.”

“Crap, there’s more?”

“For the inmates. Not us.” He brought up other photos. “These women are close to release. Choose the ones Dick or Edward would likely frame to get their sentences extended.”

“You mean ones without family, outside resources, anyone who’d fight to get them out?”

“Exactly.”

She touched his arm. “Who’s the client you’re working for? The inmate he or she is trying to protect would be the first one I’d eliminate. Anyone who can pay the agency isn’t likely to have a loved one Edward or Dick can exploit.”

Chase stroked her fingers. “Can’t tell you. I’m not being mysterious or difficult. I have to honor client confidentiality. When this is over, if the client agrees, I’ll let you know who it is.”

Hallie didn’t want to consider the end. Success wasn’t assured. The only certainty was that she’d never see him again. Saddened, she scrolled through three dozen mug shots and chose the most vulnerable women. “What do we do now? Wait for something to happen to them?”

“Nope.” He put her choices in a folder. “I’ve made certain I’m on duty when Dick and Edward are so I can monitor what’s going down. Jacqui’s watching the camera feed and knows to contact me immediately should anything happen. The moment they make a move, I’ll block them any way I can.”

“You can’t.” Hallie gripped his arm. “What if they become suspicious?”

“They won’t.”

“There’s no guarantee. You could get hurt.”

“Not gonna happen to me or you.” He eased the specs off her and put them to the side. “Ready to see what you recorded?”

“How is this even legal? Did the agency get a warrant or whatever you need to use this stuff?”

“Everything’s handled. You have nothing to worry about, except maybe your food. Don’t want it dried out and shriveled up. We should eat.”

He wasn’t going to answer her. Reluctantly, she followed him into the kitchen. He pulled out a chair. “Sit.”

“I’m not hungry for food. I want you.” She couldn’t resist her aching need any longer. Time wasn’t on their side. She brought his mouth to hers and wilted against him, her fight gone, submission complete.

They swayed and turned tight circles, both trying to get closer, their impassioned kiss unruly. Shoes slapped linoleum. They bumped into a chair. It smacked against the table.

Hallie pulled her mouth free first and dropped to her knees.

Chase gripped her wrists. “Wait.”

“No. Screw the main event, I want this first.”

“Fine with me, but the oven.” It pinged. “Your food.”

“I’ll make more.” Twisting her arms, she freed herself from his grip. Frantically, she pushed his button through its mooring and yanked down his fly.

His musk enveloped her. Nose to his navy boxer briefs, she breathed him in. Her brutal need skyrocketed. Restraint ended. She pulled down his clothes.

Air whooshed from him.

She forgot to breathe. His cock brushed her cheek, the skin hot and silky. So taut it looked stretched, ready to split.

Hallie slipped his rod into her mouth.

“
Jeezus
.” He wobbled back.

She clutched his ass to keep him close and took him in inch by glorious inch, his length longer than most men’s, his thickness and scent electrifying.

He lost his breath on a prolonged groan.

A wonderful sound. She wanted more. Staggering enjoyment, earth-shattering pleasure, hope they’d repeat this tomorrow and continue clear into the future. A heady, unreachable dream.

They had now.

She opened her throat. His crown burrowed deep. Her nose touched his thick, fragrant thatch.

Uncivilized sounds rumbled from him.

She required his unrestrained bellow and complete satisfaction. A memory she could keep in her heart forever.

Soul-deep passion filled her. She slid him in and out of her mouth, suckling gently, licking his most sensitive spots.

His knees sagged. He gripped her shoulders.

She held his crown between her lips and lapped the bumpy skin in back.

Chase wavered. “Fuck. Shit. Damn.”

Sounded like a man enjoying himself, though not to the fullest extent. Determined to bring out the big guns, she worked his rod, fondled his balls, and probed his anus.

His shout filled the room. He blubbered and moaned.

Too bad she hadn’t worn her spy specs. She’d love to record him losing control. Maybe next time. If there was one.

Uh-uh. She didn’t want to think about that and increased her pace, worshipping his cock, balls, and tightest opening.

His swearing grew louder, lewder, too. He fisted her tee, bounced lightly on his heels, and made a strangled noise.

Cum spurt into her mouth, its texture creamy, taste laced with salt, amazingly pleasant.

Hallie swallowed his seed. Something she’d never done for another man. Nothing about Chase repelled her. She couldn’t imagine refusing him any act.

He held onto her and panted. “Holy fuck. Thanks.”

She released his cock. “You bet. I’m not finished.” She tongued his right ball into her mouth.

He howled.

Lucky for him, his neighbors weren’t close. They might have called the cops and reported a possible murder going on in here.

She let his nut slip out. “You don’t like this?”

“Huh?” His chin touched his heaving chest. “What?”

“This.” She lapped his sac.

He tugged his hair and gritted his teeth. His neck muscles bunched. In another second, he might pop an artery.

Hallie wasn’t certain if his response meant yes or no. “Maybe this will be better.” She eased his other nut into her mouth.

“Fuck, are you trying to kill me?”

She spoke around his ball. “Swarry. You wan me ta stap?”

“What?” He groaned. “I didn’t understand what you—no, don’t spit me out. You can lick my balls, but slowly for God’s sake. I’m only human.”

He was way better than that, and seemingly impossible to please tonight. Honoring his request, she tended to him at a snail’s pace.

His breathing quieted. He yawned.

She was putting him to sleep. Bummed, she freed him. “Need a nap?”

“Red Bull. In the fridge. I have three cans left.”

If he guzzled them, she’d have to peel him off the ceiling. “It’s all right if you need to rest.”

“No, it’s not. I don’t want to fall asleep. Dammit, I want to keep playing.” He dropped to the floor.

“Careful.” She steadied him. “You’ll break something.”

He hung his head. “I don’t care. Grab the cans. Please.”

“How about the food? That should perk you up.”

He eyed her. “Having you naked would work better.”

She couldn’t argue with his reasoning and stripped then helped him lose his clothes.

He sprawled on the floor. “Mind getting the plates in the left cabinet and the utensils in the drawer beneath it?”

“Not at all.” They wouldn’t need them.

Hallie returned, cookware in hand, and put it on the floor near him. She lifted the lid on the meatballs and potatoes. Fragrant steam rose from the dish.

He propped himself on his elbow. “That smells amazing.”

“Tastes even better.” She dipped her finger into the rich sauce and slipped it between his lips.

His lids drooped to half-mast. He licked her longer than necessary. “I think I see where you’re going. I have a better plan.”

Faster than she believed possible, he had her on the floor, arms and legs flung out like a parachutist falling to earth. “What are you doing?”

“This.” He slathered her nipples with sauce, blew on a meatball to cool it then placed it in her navel, and created a line down her torso with the pastries. Meat and cheese escaped the fluted edges. He rearranged them, alternating the two fillings. “You look good enough to eat.”

She giggled. “Screw that. I was going to do you.”

“Later. It’s my turn.”

“That’s not fair.” She lifted her chin. “I’m the guest.”

“My house. My rules.” He touched his nose to hers. “Don’t make me tie you up and gag you.”

Excitement rather than fear coursed through her. “You like kink?”

“With you, I like everything. Right now though, I’m starving.”

He gorged on her nipples, his mouth hot, tongue laving her sensitive flesh. The tips couldn’t get tighter. Her pussy grew glutted, needy for his cock.

Chase made her wait.

He fondled her breasts and lapped her areolas.

The dusky halos pebbled.

Working his way down her torso, he devoured a cheese then a ham
pastelillo.
Flaky pastry rained down on her and clung to his mouth. “Holy shit, these are good.”

Feigning hurt, she pushed out her bottom lip. “I thought I tasted better.”

“You do. But you’re dessert.” He practically inhaled the pastries and stopped at her navel. “What do we have here?” He licked the meatball and moaned. His eyes rolled back.

She touched his thigh. “You gonna faint?”

“Shh. I’m having an orgasm.”

Never had she known a man who was as much fun. “Two climaxes in five minutes. Lucky you. Deprived me.”

He wagged his finger, chewed the meatball quickly, and swallowed even faster. “Don’t say I ever neglected you.” In a flash, he had his mouth on her cleft.

*****

Hallie smelled better than the food. Her taste enthralled. If Chase had been a less civilized man, his raging passion would have frightened her and himself.

Better to take things easy, gauge her response, and let her lead the way. He licked her rigid clit.

She moaned throatily.

He didn’t need an interpreter for her reaction. No way could she be wetter.

Moved by her desire for him and her building trust, he couldn’t rush. He lapped her plump folds and speared his tongue into her opening.

“No, no, no.” She yanked his head up, which put his mouth near her nub. “There. Please.”

“Sure?”

Her laughter mingled with his. “I’ll let you twist me like a pretzel later if you eat me really good now.”

There wasn’t a man alive who could have resisted her proposition. “If you say so.” He eased two fingers into her cunt, stroked her tight, pink ring with his other hand, held her clit between his teeth and sucked mercilessly.

She pounded the floor. “Yes! Now, you have it.”

As if he’d never known or had forgotten how to please a woman. Another man might have been insulted. Chase was glad he didn’t have to read her mind. Honesty always proved better than playing games when building a relationship. He hoped that’s what they were doing. They’d already broken the one-night-stand curse.

He figured when they passed the six-month stage, they might be home free.

Tonight, her indelicate grunts and wanton oaths guided him.

He brought her close to release then snatched it away, making her wait and want.

She growled.

Chase released her and lifted his face.

Perspiration bathed her throat and chest. Her complexion had darkened.

“You okay?”

“Hell no.” She clawed the floor. “You’re stopping and starting then stopping. My climax keeps slipping away.”

“You want to come fast, then? No buildup? Just bada bing, bada boom?”

Her slender eyebrows lifted. “You watch
The Sopranos
?
I thought you didn’t like scripted TV.”

“Most shows. They’re the exception. So, you want me to take you from zero to sixty in two seconds?”

“No. But this is driving me nuts.”