Bourne to Love Emma (RED-Stone Operatives Book 1) (15 page)

“Fuck me, Jason.  Harder” I demanded.

He jerked against me in reaction to
my words.  “Dammit, Emma,” he gasped as he shifted again, leaning over me to
grab a pillow before lifting my ass in his hands and shoving it under me.  His
hands gripped my hips as he built a punishing rhythm, pounding in and out of
me.  His balls slapped my ass with each stroke into me.  He pulled one hand down
my belly and began rubbing over my clit with his thumb.  With each stroke into
me, he circled my clit.  I felt myself getting closer as the heat from my belly
spread through my body.  My legs locked around him, pulling him tightly to me
as my inner muscles clamped down on him.  Three more thrusts of his body and he
pinched my sensitive flesh between his fingers and I cried out as I was lost.

“Oh god!  Jason!”

The wave of it crashed over me and I
jerked against him as my body imploded on itself.  The edges of my vision faded
to black for a moment and then he tensed, his rhythm faltered and he cried out.

“Emma…” he groaned, his hips jerking
again and again as my pussy demanded every drop of cum he had.

After a moment, he collapsed to my
side, reaching down to pull off the condom.  He was breathing as hard as I am. 
He leaned over me to kiss my mouth.  I barely had the energy to pucker.

“I love you, Emma Parsons.”  I felt
my lips move into a smile.  I guess I might have enough energy for that.

“I love you, too.”

~Jason~

            “I think you need to let Tex play this one out,
John.  His team was in the damn building.  They saw the location.  They are the
only ones who have fucking seen it.  Z has a shit-ton of experience and I’ve
worked with him before, but I’d put my money on Tex on this.  You need to,
too.”

            “Dammit, Bourne.”

            “John, you hired me knowing I wasn’t going to
kiss your ass and be a yes man.  You don’t like it I guess you can blame your
own damn self.”

            “Fuck me.  Alright.  I know Tex is damned good at
his job.  We’ll let it play out.  But we’ve been after this fucker for too
long.  We’ve wasted valuable assets and man hours when we could be helping a lot
of other people.  A lot of people.”

            “I get it, man.  But if it’s true that he’s
selling women and kids on the black market, taking this bastard out helps a lot
of people, too.”

            John was quiet for a few seconds before he said,
“There’s still nothing on Dan Brock.  He’s gone to ground and the area we saw
him last is too populated to find him without local cooperation.  You stay on
alert, Bourne.  He’s lost his damn mind and I don’t want Emma and Mia paying
the price for that.  Heather would never forgive me if we couldn’t keep them
safe.  I’m trusting you with that.” 

            I heard Emma stop in the doorway and turned
toward her.  I gestured toward the living room where Mia was playing with the
tv on low.  She just nodded and smiled softly at me.

            “You know it’s personal for me.  Keeping them
safe is essential for me, too.  They’re important to me.”  I watched Emma as I
said this.

            “I know that.  Heather does, too.  Keep your head
in the game and do your job.”

            “Copy that.”

            John hung up.  I stuck my phone in my pocket and
walked toward Emma.  She hugged me close.  I leaned down and pressed my mouth
to hers.  Every time was like the first time.  The fire of her touch, the
sizzle of the lust….  I heard Mia squeal at the television and pulled back.

            She smiled up at me, her skin flushed and her
eyes bright.  Her lips were slightly swollen and she had whisker burn on her
neck.  Damn.  I needed to be more careful about that.  And yet...I mentally
thumped my chest and yelled because she is mine and she has been well and
thoroughly claimed.  Fuckin’ A. 

            “Morning, babe.”

            “Morning.”  She buried her nose in my chest and I
swear she sniffs me. 

            “I was considering sending someone out for
breakfast.  Any requests?”

            “How about we eat in this morning?  I can make
some pancakes if you’ve got everything I need.”

            “I have no idea what you’d need for that, but
you’re welcome to anything I’ve got – and we can grab anything I don’t have
from your place.”

            “Okay.  Let me take a look and I’ll get it
started.  I’m starving this morning.”

            I leaned in behind her as she opened the pantry
in my kitchen and run my hand over her ass.  “Better make some extra pancakes,
babe.  I’ve got plans for your sweet ass later and you’re gonna need your
strength.”

            She jumped when I swat her on the ass as I pulled
away.

            “Jason!”  She tried to sound serious and
scolding, but I could see the heat in her eyes.  Baby liked that.  I’ll have to
keep that in mind for later….

            I ended up going next door to pick up syrup, baking
powder and flour.  I can honestly say I’ve never had cause to use those, so
that makes sense.

            I had just handed the goods over to Emma when
there was a knock at the door.  She froze when I pulled my gun from my
waistband and walked to the door.  I looked through the peephole while standing
just off to the side – can never be too careful. 

            “It’s okay, Em.  I know these guys.”

            I opened the door to find three of my favorite
people.  Tex led the pack and shook my hand when he walked inside, pulling his
hat off his head when he saw Emma.  Next in line was Raven and she bypassed a
handshake for a jumping hug.  Raven is all of 5’4” so she’s constantly the
shortest one in the room at work.  But her small size, dark pixie cut hair and
pretty features have come in handy as a last second diversion more than a few
times.  Plus, the chick could build a fucking bomb better than anyone I knew –
which also means she can disarm them faster than the rest of us, too.  THAT
skill has come in handy twice.  Some of us would have come home in body bags if
she hadn’t been as quick as she is.

            When Raven hopped down, Rio walked inside. 
Always tan with dark hair and eyes that were so light brown they actually look
gold in some lights, Rio is nearly too pretty to take him seriously as an
operative.  But that’s because his scars are hidden by his clothes.  Before he
got out of the Army, Rio was damn near killed trying to pull an injured soldier
out of harm’s way.  He paid the price by catching shrapnel from an IED in
Afghanistan.  One side of his back was shredded and required skin grafts and
surgery over more than a year’s time.  While he was in the hospital, Tex talked
to him about John and RED-Stone when he was talking about getting out of the
Army.

            Once they were inside, I saw Emma hovering in the
doorway to the kitchen, Mia twisting in her arms in an effort to get down.

            “Em, let me introduce you to some people:  this
is Tex, Raven and Rio.  They all work at RED-Stone.”

            Tex walked up to Emma and grabbed her and Mia
both in a hug, squeezing until Emma squeaked.  “Emma, you’re a sight for sore
eyes.  I’ve heard a lot about you – all of it good.”

            When he let her go, he kept his arm over her
shoulders and grinned at me… which was when I realized I was baring my teeth
and practically growling at him touching Emma.  And he was doing it on
purpose.  Fucker.

            “Tex.  Knock it the fuck off.”

            Before we could do anything else, Raven walked
over to Emma and offered her hand and asked about Mia.  Once Emma started
talking, they walked back into the kitchen. 

            Tex stepped closer to me and lowered his voice,
“we need your help before we move on this location tomorrow.  I want all our
eyes on the same intel so there are no misunderstandings.”

            I nodded and looked into the kitchen again to see
Emma handing Mia to Raven and turning back to the stove.  “Okay.  Let me go
pull stuff up in the office and we’ll grab Raven and figure it out.”

            Raven brought Mia with her a few minutes later as
we all stared at satellite images from the past 24 hours and blue prints a lot
older.  I pulled street level views from Google Earth and we discussed pros and
cons of using surrounding buildings during an actual bust.

            Tex was saying “we’ve got the green light to take
Patzkowsky down if we can’t get to him any other way” when Emma tapped on the
door.  Her face was pale and she seemed a little shaky. 

            “Breakfast is ready.  I made extra in case you
guys were hungry, too.”

            She was uncomfortable and still adjusting to the
ugly side of what I do for a living.  I took Mia from Raven and walked around
my desk while they continued to pour over the schematics and plot who would
cover which area.

            I wrapped my arm around Emma and we walked back
to the kitchen.  “Em.  I’m sorry hearing that upset you.  The guy they’re
tracking is a really bad guy.  He’s wanted on three continents for trafficking
drugs and we think he’s moved on to weapons and women – possibly children.  He
has to be stopped – one way or another.”

            She just nodded her head and put pancakes on a
plate for me, handing me the syrup before she started cutting up a pancake for
Mia. 

            “’cake!  Mmmmm.” 

            I started to give her some syrup and Emma knocked
my hand back faster than I thought she could move.  “Unless you want your
entire apartment to be a sticky mess that smells like maple syrup for at least
a month, you don’t want to do that.”

            “She can’t even have a little?”

            “Jason.  You remember how fast she can destroy
the living room, right?  Now picture that same speed touching every surface she
can reach so she can touch it with her sticky fingers.  Seriously.”

            “You’re not calling my little Mia a menace, are
you?”  I made faces at Mia and said, “Mama said no syrup, baby girl.  She did!”

            Rio stopped in the doorway while I was talking to
Mia and the smirk on his face was enough to pull me from the silly game. 
“Dude, your computer is freaking out about some alert you have set up.”

            I got up from the table and stroked my hand down
Emma’s hair on my way out.  When I got out of ear shot, Rio leaned over and
said “I never thought that shit would happen to you, Bourne.  Pussy whipped. 
Poor fuck.”

            I elbowed him, knocking him into the corner of
the wall.  “Bring it, fucker.  I could be fucking 80 and I’d still kick your
ass.”

            Rio was laughing when I finally stopped in front
of my computer screen.

            “Fuck.  It’s Dan.”  While I was frantically
pulling up screens, Tex told them what had been going on with Emma’s ex-husband. 
His bank account pulled up on my screen and now it’s down to $3.12.  He had
withdrawn the last hundred and twenty bucks at an ATM half an hour ago. 
Pulling the address from the transaction details, I opened up a map and threw
the data in to find out where the hell he was when he did it. 

            “Two miles away.  Are you shitting me?”

            I could feel all three of them over my shoulder
as I pulled up the ATM camera.  Even with sunglasses and a hoodie on, I could tell
it was him.  I swung back over to the map and took a look at what kinds of
businesses are on that street.  The liquor store on the corner was the most
likely to have decent surveillance equipment up and running outside. 

            A minute and a half later, we were watching
footage of the intersection.  Fortunately, the liquor store kept their video
feeds in digital format and doesn’t burn them to a disc.  Once I got through to
their internal server, I was able to pull prior footage.  We backed it up about
35 minutes and everyone was quiet as we watched and waited.  Raven spotted him
first.  “There,” she pointed at the screen.

            We watched him cross the intersection and start
walking down the street with his hood pulled low.  After a minute, he’s
indistinguishable from the other people walking along that part of town.

            I started making my way into the system for a
jewelry store on the next street corner a block away.  By the time we backed up
their film, I was sweating and my pulse was fast.  I found him almost
immediately…then lost him just as fast. 

            “Dammit!” I slapped my hands on my desk and
almost knocked Raven over when I stood up from my chair.  Fuck.  He walked into
an alley where I had no way to see where he’s going.

            “Bourne.  You and Tex finish digging into our op,
Raven and I will go take a look at the possibilities for that alley, alright?”

            “Fuck fuck fuck.”  I ran my hands over my hair
and grabbed the back of my neck for a second.  “Yeah, okay.  Okay.  Thanks.”

            Raven patted my back as she walked around my desk
to leave the room.  Rio squeezed my shoulder for a second before he followed. 
I turned and looked at Tex.  He’s inscrutable, as always.  I heard Raven ask
Emma to lock up after them and then the sound of the apartment door closing.

            In a voice I almost don’t recognize myself, I
whispered, “I’ve got to fix this for her.  It has to end.  She can’t get hurt. 
Either of them.” 

            “We’ve got your back, Bourne.  We always do. 
You’ve had my back plenty.  Sometimes you just have to ask for help.”

            Huh.  I think I told Emma the same thing not too
long ago.  Damn.