want the teams there tonight.”
He locks eyes on me. “Colt and Blaze, Eagle and Ace. I’ll assign two more when we’re done here. Colt, you’ll take the hill we were on earlier. Ace, you go to the eastern one, the one overlooking the entrance like we discussed.”
I nod, as does Ace.
“Hawk, you make sure they have all the surveillance equipment they need and that they know how to use it,” Cross continues. “And take food and water, enough for two days. I don’t want any movement after you’re in position.”
Two days lying on the hard sandy ground sounds like a very long time, but the thought barely crosses my mind. Not seeing Brenda for two days does. It feels kinda like a rock to the side of the head. But I know I’m getting a second chance with this assignment and I won’t fuck up again. It’s just not a possibility.
“And I want hourly reports,” Cross says. “Now go pack up. I want you outside ready to leave in thirty.”
Between taking a quick cold shower, changing and packing as many sandwiches, sports drinks and water as my saddlebags will hold, there’s not much time for talking or thinking.
I’m outside with about five minutes to spare, as are Ace, Eagle, Mac, and Tool. I get to be the one giving Blaze a judgy look as he finally comes out, carrying two large black bags. He’s followed by Hawk carrying two more identical black bags. Cross and Tank are right behind them.
“The night vision goggles, binoculars, and cameras are in these bags,” Hawk explains. “I trust you know how to use them. First, I want the photos from all the angles, then I’ll give further instructions once those are done.”
“And I hope you all packed blankets,” Tank says. “It gets cold at night.”
Shit. I clean forgot that, but Blaze gives me a knowing look, points at his own pack, and gives me the thumbs up. As usual, he has me covered. Literally, in this case.
It’s decided we best not ride our bikes there, since the rumble of Harleys would be unmistakable and clearly audible to anyone in that town. It might make them nervous.
So another five minutes later we’re packed into the back of a white van, with Ice behind the wheel and Ace by his side, giving him directions.
We’ll have to climb up the hills we’ll be occupying, and there’ll be no easy way of leaving our posts. But we’ll also be as unnoticeable as we can be, and that’s the most important thing right now. Or should be. Though I’m not eager to face two days of no Brenda. I’m kind of dreading it, to be honest. Already the memory of her sweet, sweet lips on mine is starting to fade. I’ll need a refresh soon. I hope Blaze won’t be too annoying about me calling here once in a while.
17
Brenda
At first, I was annoyed that he just left, but then I went to sleep feeling good about the fact that he at least didn’t fuck me and leave right away.
The sun streaming through the flimsy curtain on the window woke me with the same soft feeling of being cared for properly. I’m not just a pretty piece of ass to Colt. I never thought I’d take that much comfort from knowing that. It was always the other way around for me. The prettier all those guys who thought of me as a piece of ass found me, the more I could get out of them. That was my goal for so long, from my late teens at least, that I hardly ever stopped to think what it’d be like to have genuine feelings for a guy. To genuinely care for him and care how he sees me.
I know it now. I think. And it’s like my entire body, mind, and soul are now this weird stormy place, where it’s calm and soft one moment, but then tumultuous and seething with rivers, strong currents, and gusting winds of emotions I’ve never felt this clearly before. Passion, lust, desire. Those are strong and those I know. But this soft, velvety, flowing wish to just have him in my arms as we kiss and caress each other is just as strong as those. It’s more foreign to me, but natural too.
And it all culminates in an unquenchable need for him to come to me several times a day.
The fact that I’m stuck inside a tiny motel room with a TV that has