Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 49215 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49215 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
He whimpered around my cock and dug his fingernails into my thigh.
I hissed at the sting that essentially poured gasoline over a wildfire. My balls ached to be emptied, and only Shay’s perfect ass would do tonight.
When Reese pulled out and collapsed on the mattress with a breathless groan, I gently nudged Shay away from my cock and got up on my knees.
“Oh my God,” Shay croaked, shaking and panting.
I gave myself a few quick strokes before I pushed the head of my cock against his opening, entering him slowly. Wet, warm, tight. Christ.
“Just like that…” I drew in a deep breath and stroked his ass cheeks.
“I wanna come,” he pleaded.
“Soon, baby.” Reese shifted along the mattress so he could take his own time and enjoy the view. With his face close to Shay’s, their mouths met in a hungry kiss, and he took care of our boy’s cock too. I felt his hand around Shay’s cock, his balls, and up where I was currently forcing my cock deeper inside him.
I wasn’t gonna last long.
I set a fast pace to chase my orgasm, because the best was yet to come. When we were all spent and just soaking up the bliss together, in one another’s arms, hearts racing, kisses messy and lazy.
I clenched my jaw and slammed in harder, addicted to that sweet fucking sound of skin slapping against skin. It was almost as good as Shay’s needy whimpers when he got real close. Like right now.
“Please, River,” he gasped. “Please, please—fuck, more!” A drawn-out groan left him as Reese stroked him faster.
Nearly there.
Heat rushed through me, and I stared down at where we were connected. With each thrust, some of Reese’s come was pushed out, soaking Shay’s ass and my cock.
“Let go, sweetheart,” Reese murmured to him. “You’re such a good boy for us. Let go.”
I grunted and screwed my eyes shut, just about to lose the fight.
Shay surrendered with a breathless moan and clenched down so hard that he brought me with him. Pleasure exploded around us, and my lungs started burning for air.
I wanted to freeze time then and there.
Reese Tenley
2023
God-fucking-dammit. I stuck the flashlight into my mouth and splayed out the map across the hood of the Jeep. Greer handed me the marker, and I drew a new line around what we knew was Blanco territory. This circle was bigger than the previous one.
We’d wasted eight fucking hours on hiking through the jungle just to see where the Blancos had jammed communications. Most of our satphones had zero coverage because these rich coke-slingers had the money to block the world’s biggest satellite network. Thank fuck we still had two phones operating on a private frequency, and we had contact with Crew. That was all that mattered.
“That’s what, roughly seven hundred acres?” Danny eyed the map too.
I attached the flashlight to my helmet that I’d left on the hood instead. “Give or take. Maybe closer to eight hundred.”
We only had the manpower to cover about two hundred, though they were the important ones that included the entrance to Blanco’s estate. Much of the rest was terrain too tough to get through, and we had to rely a lot on educated guesses.
Down the road, Mathis flashed the headlights of our second vehicle, letting us know he’d returned with more supplies.
We were approximately an hour outside Blanco grounds, but they still had men everywhere. All we could do was set up camp as far away from civilization as possible and hope Blanco scouts weren’t around. We did have our own tech up, so I wasn’t exactly worried. Every ding from the laptop in the Jeep had come from registered heat signatures of wildlife.
“Round up,” Elliott announced. “Assuming River and Reese want the first sector for the next shift, Joel and I will do sector two—the Finlay brothers, sector three. Coach, the Paynes, and Mathis will assist in the background.”
“I really don’t like being in the background,” Danny muttered. “I’m just not a background kind of man.”
We’d need him plenty for close combat later, but he had enough shrapnel in his leg and hip to light up a metal detector like a Christmas tree, and he couldn’t run great distances any longer.
Mathis lit a smoke and opened up the back of the Jeep. “Any word from the inside?”
“Last one was two hours ago,” Emerson replied. “Crew and Mercier concluded a sit-down with Marco and Enzo Blanco, and now we know Luiz Gajero is setting up Carillo Mesa’s human trafficking operations. We think they’re headed for Europe too.”
I snuck a glance at Elliott and Joel, seeing their clenched jaws and anger.
I knew exactly what they were thinking. For weeks, we’d had the slightest comfort of believing we’d get our loved ones back as soon as Carillo was happy—as in, as soon as Vincente was dead. And Carillo hadn’t figured out we were carrying out our own chase. But now… Shay had been sent here to Colombia, and Marisa and Blake were in the hands of a man who was hoping to strike gold in human trafficking.