“I don’t know, just something.” She went back to her delicious tracing as she thought.
“I have been around hospitals since I was nine,” she started, and that immediately caught my attention. “My mother is a neurosurgeon.” I flinched, and I felt her fingers stop. It took all my effort not to change the subject. If she noticed, she didn’t react, which I was learning was an amazing quality in Sloane.
“I thought you told the girls she was in the Army?”
“She was but later stepped away. She helped me understand how the brain worked and why things happened the way they did. Understanding how the brain works is key to understanding how to help when things go wrong. You can begin to understand how to navigate through new brain pathways, how to help people find a new way, a new path. It can make life a lot easier, in an otherwise frightening situation,” she paused, “for everyone.” She shifted to her belly and looked up at me.
I was sure every negative emotion I’d kept hidden from the world was now written in bold big letters across my face. Panic and anger fought to bubble up inside me, but her eyes flickered with something completely different, so I forced it back down and went for a puzzled smile instead.
“Something tells me the great Agent Black, hero of his team, was holding back on me earlier.” She moved to her knees and straddled my legs, and the heat from her arousal had my hands twitching.
“You have no idea.” I flipped her over and spent the next two hours showing her what a Special Forces officer’s endurance was really capable of.
Just after dawn, my alarm went off, and I carefully unfolded myself from Sloane to get dressed. She looked beautiful in the early morning light. The tip of a breast was highlighted in a beam of sunshine. I couldn’t help myself as I leaned down and softly sucked her nipple into my mouth. I forced my hands to stay put, and along with it the desire to dive down between her legs for a taste.
Oh…but it tested all my willpower.
She stirred, and I waited a beat before I broke contact with her. With one last look, I slipped out of the cabin and into the cool, brisk air.
I should get a fucking medal for leaving her alone this morning.
“Morning.” Savannah winked as she whisked by with a handful of toys from the living room.
“Morning.” I beamed back, but the silly grin quickly fell from my face as Davie appeared with a radio and clicked the button a few times.
“Another one bites the dust.”
“Fuck!” I snatched the shitty device and headed to the morning meeting I was about to be late for.
I tossed my broken radio in the middle of the conference table with a growl.
“We have drones that hover and drop bombs, we have navigation systems that can get us out of the darkest corners of the world, but yet the military cannot make a damn radio that works.”
“Jacob,” Cole jumped in, just as pissed as I was, “our CIA informant tried multiple times to reach us through our comms on the last mission to warn us of this.” He tapped a key on the board, and video footage from a drone showed the cartel moving in on us, something we should have known in real time.
“General Csaba,” Frank’s voice crackled through the speaker phone, “has not taken this lightly and will report it to the appropriate party.” Mark glanced at me with the fear of God on his face. General Csaba had a reputation for being a fierce son of a bitch. Cole had to deal with him after he returned home from his captivity in Mexico a few years back. I knew it was hard on him mentally to relive what he went through with Csaba, who questioned his every move on his disappearance. The fact that he was still reeling from the loss of his and Savi’s baby didn’t help. Even Keith and Mike had a taste of the general when they were starting up Dusk. I had my own view on the man but kept it to myself.
Dell appeared at the door and held up his phone. “Logan?”
“Not now.” Cole dismissed him with a short wave.
“Logan,” he repeated in a voice that caused us all to look at him. Cole gave him a curt nod to continue. “Another video has been leaked.”