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“I don’t think that I can hold off.” My head dropped back. The pleasure was all consuming.
He pulled his mouth and his fingers away, and I whimpered in disappointment. I had been so close. He aligned himself in record speed and plowed into me. He wasted no time with soft, slow thrusts. His were fast and dominating as he quickly caught up to me, but he wasn’t selfish. He played with my clit, and he braced himself with his other hand. He leaned forward and his mouth quickly latched onto a nipple before swirling his expert tongue around it. He moved to the other and then let go. He kissed a path up my neck, leaving little bites and kisses along the way. When his lips found mine, they locked again in another passionate kiss.
His thrusts kicked up a new speed that was going to leave me incredibly sore tomorrow, but I didn’t care. I wanted this.
Adam grunted with effort, and I knew he was close. He held himself back as long as possible; he wanted to be the last to come; he wanted all the control. Instead of giving him control, I figured we could compromise.
“You have me right here. Come with me,” I ordered.
I felt myself tip over the edge of pure ecstasy as lightning zinged through my body, and my muscles tightened. Even my toes curled from the feeling. Adam’s thrusts became erratic, and his breaths came in uneven bursts, until he stopped thrusting all together.
After a moment his head rose from my chest where it had laid, and his eyes met mine.
“That was incredible.” His eyes were full of devotion and lust. “You’re incredible.”
I realized then I was a liar all along. I wanted this from the very beginning. I just didn’t know how to admit it. But as I laid there with Adam as he leaned over me, still sweaty from the incredible sex we just had, I was happy. For once, everything felt perfect.
CHAPTERTHIRTY-NINE
adam
Three months later
I laughed as Jasmine, Christine, and Abby beat us to the mountain peak. They put us soldiers to shame. We were far from our prime, and most of us were injured in some way, shape, or form. Jones had his bad shoulder, and Yates’ injury didn’t need explanation. We weren’t in the same shape we used to be. We wouldn’t be able to continue with our lifestyle for a whole lot longer. Our days hunting down the ugliest of humanity would one day come to an end, whether we were ready for that or not.
“We won,” Abby taunted.
“Well, you beat a bunch of injured veterans. Congratulations,” Wells countered with an annoyed grunt.
“Only two of you are over thirty-two. None of you are old,” Christine retorted with a snort. Laughter danced in her eyes.
“The military ages you twenty years,” I added.
“I’ve never agreed more with anything said, ever.” Yates laughed.
“I don’t want to fucking hear it. I played professional football after I left,” Jones bitched.
“And you were paid well for your time,” Mendez sassed with a grin.
I missed this. After we caught Brent Ricketts’ brother, we split into groups and began tracking down trafficking victims. Some of the victims had been shipped out to nearby islands, to the areas sick rich men vacationed or lived. Christine and Wells traveled to Florida to locate some women who were taken there. Jones and Jasmine went to the Yucatan Peninsula in Mexico. Garcia, Mendez, and Yates went to a number of countries in Central America. As for Abby and me, we traveled throughout the continental United States looking into the potential buyers. We worked with a number of law enforcement agencies to investigate suspected buyers and search their homes.
As a group we were extremely lucky Ricketts kept immaculate documentation of his sales. It was all turned over to the prosecutors, but Abby was able to view it and copy down her own list.
Guy accepted a private IT gig, which paid well. No one could blame him for taking it. It was a networking opportunity that he couldn’t turn down; when Uncle Sam called you back, you went. He mentioned the possibility that the job would lead to other opportunities for us to come together again, and we trusted him.
Life was a whirlwind lately. Abby and I spent most of our time together. She was finally opening up to me. We talked about what she needed and what would make her happy—I couldn’t be happier.
Last night was the first time we’ve all been together since the Bahamas. This was probably our only chance to get together before the new set of upcoming trials, but who knew exactly when those would be? Things always seemed to be changing these days.
When we left our rented vacation home in the mountains, we would go back to our day jobs. For most of the group, they’d use their free time to locate additional trafficking victims or look into where Brent Ricketts could be now. Abby would continue that work with the FBI, and I’d be right beside her. We went to a BBQ at Boss’ house last week, and I was pleasantly surprised with how much he seemed to like me and how fond he was of our group. He talked about waiting Brent Ricketts out, letting one of his business partners turn on him for the cash reward. I cringed at the thought of how many people could go missing in that amount of time. I was working on accepting it and instead chose to focus on those we could locate and reunite with their families. We recovered only a small portion of the expected victims, but we hadn’t given up yet. Christine’s organization helped those we found walk along the path of recovery. They worked with the victims and law enforcement agencies to generate more leads.
“Is anyone else’s knee bothering them?” Jones asked as he got down on one.
I tried to hide my smile because I knew what was happening next, all of us did, aside from the girls.
“No,” Garcia and Yates said as they playfully shook their heads.
“Are you okay?” Jasmine asked with a concerned tone. Her eyebrows pulled together with worry.
