hold back, but Maisie wouldn’t have it. She took him deep, sliding down his cock until he could feel the heat of her throat. His orgasm punched the air out of his lungs, and he shuddered at the wicked sensation of her drinking down his seed while gently pumping his shaft.
He was still shaking from his climax when he gripped her hips and brought her sex right back where he wanted it. He shifted her slightly, pulling her hips up a little higher, and went crazy between her legs. She scratched at his thighs and clawed at his calves, her hips rocking back and forth as she chased her orgasm. The tension in her legs, and the sudden slip of wetness told him she was right there.
Returning the favor, he ran his fingers along the cleft of her buttocks. She gasped, and he thrust his thumb into her slick pussy while circling her anus with his fingers. She cried out as she came and pressed back against his mouth to draw out her orgasm. When she finally had enough, she slumped forward on top of him, resting her face against his thigh and stroking his leg.
He enjoyed the view of his mate sprawled on top of him, her naked body flushed with satisfaction. He idly rubbed her bottom until she shifted and crawled toward him. Opening his arms, he silently beckoned her to settle in closer.
Enjoying their cozy embrace, he tried not to think about the danger that awaited them. It was easy to pretend this was their everyday life—lazy morning sex, sharing meals, spending quiet time together, more sex and playful teasing. It was the dream of every man who served, and he had finally accomplished it. He wanted a future with Maisie, one filled with love and children and happiness.
Yet he could so easily see this being one of the last mornings he ever spent with her. The emotional side of his brain screamed for him to abandon their plan to expose the Splinter infiltration. The rational side reminded him that he had a duty to his fellow soldiers to do the right thing. Devious had entrusted this information to Maisie knowing she would see it through. If Devious was dead, if giving her that chip was his final act of courage, Terror had to finish it, even if that meant he had to pay the ultimate price.
As his mind raced with troubling thoughts, Maisie’s hand had been stroking his chest. When it lingered in one place for a few seconds longer, he lifted his head so he could her pretty eyes. Her brow was furrowed with concern. “What?”
She pointed at him and then spelled out the word hot.
“We just had sex,” he pointed out, earning a roll of her eyes.
She sat up and touched his forward, laying her much cooler palm against his skin. She held his gaze as if to say, “See?”
Unbothered, he dragged her hand away from his forehead and kissed her palm. “Males of my race run hot. I’m fine. It’s from the physical exertion.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.”
She seemed skeptical but didn’t push it. Instead, she asked him if he wanted to shower with her. As if he would turn down the chance to get his hands on her body! What should have been a quick shower turned into half an hour of soapy, slippery play that ended with Maisie bent over the sink while he pounded into her from behind, both of them still dripping with water. Watching her face in the mirror as she came was a moment he wouldn’t ever forget.
After, they lounged together in the living area of the suite and enjoyed another room service meal before digging back into the digital files from Devious. Sorting them proved to be simple enough. They added color coded labels to each file according to its contents. Sabotage, provocations, false flag operations, et cetera.
Every now and then, Terror would come across the name of a soldier or airman he knew well. Sometimes he would read operation debriefings that he had been involved in, seeing it from the other side and realizing how close he had come to being killed. The more he uncovered, the more he realized how many times Devious had secretly orchestrated an escape for Terror and his team.
Engrossed in old memories, Terror didn’t notice Maisie’s concerned expression as she bent over a small notebook, her pencil gliding across the pale green paper in hasty scrawls. When he did finally notice,