Thresh: Alpha One Security: Book 2 (30 page)

His eyes fixed on me. “Dr. Reed. Welcome.” He stepped toward me, extended his hand, which I took and shook automatically. “My name is Harris. We’ve met before, I believe.”
 

I nodded. “Yes, you were my patient a year ago.”
 

“Pleased to have you with us, although I’m sorry about the circumstances.”
 

“Yeah, it’s been a little less than ideal.”
 

Harris’s expression darkened, hardened. “For all of us. I still have one of my men missing, and even my two best assets can’t seem to find him. But, I assure you, we will be pursuing this with extreme prejudice.”
 

“That’s what Thresh said, ‘extreme prejudice.’ What does that mean in normal people terms?”

Harris didn’t answer right away, but eventually responded, “It means we’re going to go after these fuckers with everything we’ve got, and we’re not going to worry overmuch about pesky things like laws. It means we’re going in hard and fast and mean.”

I nodded. “I can’t argue with that. They killed my uncle.” I choked up, because that was still more than fresh, so fresh I hadn’t really processed the fact that Filipo was dead. “Get them. And if you need a doctor, I’m your woman. Just get me some supplies.”
 

Harris regarded me intently. “We can hide you somewhere until it’s over. I have a few strings to pull, but I can make sure you still have a job at the hospital when you’re ready to go back. You don’t have to throw in with us, Dr. Reed.”

“Call me Lola,” I said, glancing at Thresh, who was watching me carefully, anticipating my answer but trying not to give too much away. “And I already have, Mr. Harris.”
 

“It’s just Harris.” He clapped Thresh on the shoulder. “And if you ever need help wrangling this big stubborn son of a bitch, just call me.”

I tried to smile, and only partially succeeded. “Once you get past his ‘I’m a badass’ façade, he’s really just a big teddy bear. But, thank you.”
 

Harris gave me a skeptical expression. “Not sure I’ve ever seen that side of Thresh. But if you insist.” He paused for a moment, leaned into the cockpit, opened a cabinet, and produced a notepad and a pen, which he handed to me. “Why don’t you spend some time on the flight making a wish list of supplies you’d need to be well-stocked and ready for pretty much anything, and I’ll make some calls, see what I can get my hands on.”
 

I just nodded. “All right.”
 

Harris glanced at Thresh. “Talk to you in the cockpit?”

Thresh heaved a sigh, hesitated, then leaned toward me, palmed my cheek with his paw, turned my face to mine. Kissed me long and deep and hard. “Back in a bit,” he murmured against my lips.

“Okay,” I whispered, still dizzy from the force of the unexpected kiss.

Then, when I saw the expressions on Harris’s and Puck’s faces…it all made sense. They were staring at Thresh like he’d grown a second head and was reciting Japanese poetry.

Thresh preceded Harris into the cockpit, and then the door to the cockpit closed and I was alone with Puck, who had taken Thresh’s seat beside me and was eyeing me with open curiosity.

“Pardon my staring, sweet cheeks, but when you see the impossible done before breakfast, it tends to take a man by surprise.”
 

“Don’t call me sweet cheeks, Dwalin. And what’s impossible?”

“Dwalin, that’s a funny one,” he said, with a hearty guffaw, telling me he didn’t take any offense. He waved a hand at me, “Thresh…acting like a…shit, I don’t even know. Like Harris is with Layla. I’d’ve sworn Thresh was gonna die a bachelor, with a hot bitch on each arm, and another on his lap. Bitches love Thresh, and he don’t even try.”
 

I eyed Puck. “Oh r
eeeee
ally?” I drawled the word, drew it out.

He affected an innocent expression, holding up both hands palms out. “Least, that’s how he used to be. Now he’s here with you at his side, and he’s kissing you like I ain’t ever seen him kiss anybody.”

“And I bet you’ve seen that plenty?”

He shrugged. “If you want to know how he used to be, you’d be better off talking to Duke—those two are inseparable. Wingmen, know what I mean?” Puck rubbed a finger along the leather stitching of the seat near his thigh. “’Course, Duke’s pretty-boy ass is AWOL at the moment, which isn’t doing us any favors.”
 

I noticed Puck’s drawl seemed to come and go, and wasn’t really an accent so much as what I suspected was an affectation, probably meant to hide or disguise his intelligence. His eyes betrayed him, though. You couldn’t look Puck in the eyes and miss the cunning, the calculation. He was big, burly, with a beard any Hell’s Angel would be envious of, a half-sleeve tattoo on one arm from shoulder to elbow, but it was obvious he was far from stupid and didn’t miss a thing.

“Are you worried about Duke, too?”

“Everybody is. Duke doesn’t disappear. Anselm? Sure, dude’s a straight-up ghost. Even Lear has a tendency to go to ground for days on end, especially if he’s running a program or writing code. But Thresh and Duke? All you ever gotta do to find those two is follow the trail of broken hearts and empty bottles. And maybe a few bodies here and there. Those boys are rough. They ain’t hard to find, that’s my point. Gym, a dive bar, or the compound. That’s it. So for Duke to just…vanish? Not good.”

“You think Cain has him?”

Puck bobbed his head side to side. “Possible. Likely, even. But Duke…our boy can hold his own. I’m more worried about the poor, soon-to-be-dead motherfuckers who took him. Duke’s a pretty boy, but he’s no pussy. He’s got an ugly temper.” He gestured at the cockpit. “Thresh keeps his shit under control. He’s cool as a cucumber, your man. But Duke, now? He’s hot-headed, liable to pop at any moment, especially if you put his back to the wall. Corner someone like Duke? It won’t be pretty.”

“You’ll find him,” I said. “Thresh says you guys are like family to each other, and I may not have known Thresh very long, but I know him well enough to know he doesn’t leave people behind. He doesn’t let them down, and he won’t stop until those he considers his own are all safe.”
 

Puck nodded. “Got that right. None of us are the kind of folks you’d write home about. We’ve all got blood on our hands and skeletons in our closets, and some of us have ’em right in the foyer, know what I mean? But we got one thing most don’t: loyalty. Fuckin’ uncompromising, no man left behind kind of loyalty. And Thresh is the epitome of that. He’s literally carried members of this team out of a bad situation on his back, while wounded, fighting his way out. And now these fuckers have his best friend? This shit is gonna get real fuckin’ gnarly, real fuckin’ fast.”

There was a long pause. When Puck spoke again, I wasn’t sure he meant his words for me. “But yeah, I’m worried about Duke. I just hope we get him back in one piece when this is all over.”
 

So did I, if only for Thresh’s sake.
   

After another few minutes, Thresh exited the cockpit took his seat beside me, and jerked his thumb toward the cockpit, addressing Puck. “Boss wants you up front, Stubby.”
 

Puck grinned. “No he don’t, you just want to be alone so you can neck this saucy little minx, here.” He stood up, winked down at me. “Not that I blame you.”

Puck swaggered up to the cockpit, whistling a merry tune. Within seconds, the engines revved up to a roar and I was pushed back into my seat as we took off.
 

Thresh stared after him, then turned to me. “Puck can be an acquired taste,” he started.

“HEARD THAT!” Puck shouted from up front. “I’M WHISKEY, BITCH!”

I laughed. “I like him.”

Thresh seemed relieved. “He’s a good guy. Or, well, he’s a good guy to have on your side, may be a more accurate way to put it.”

“So, did you and Harris come up with a plan for rescuing Duke?” I asked.

Thresh nodded. “Although I’ve got a feeling we’re more rescuing Cain’s goons from Duke rather than the other way around.”

“That’s what Puck said.”

“Duke doesn’t fuck around, and he doesn’t have an off switch. But we’re not taking any chances. I guess Anselm got a lock on his last known position, and an eyewitness to his abduction. So at least we have somewhere to start.”
 

I unbuckled as the jet straightened out to a cruising altitude. “Well, I’m not sure what help I’ll be during the operation or whatever you call it, but if the last twenty-four hours have been any indication, you’ll need me on hand to patch up—what was it you called them? Oh yeah, your little boo-boos.”

Thresh grinned at me. “I’ve got a boo-boo you can kiss right now.”
 

I sat up in my chair. “Yeah? I didn’t know you’d gotten hurt.”

His grin turned hot, rife with dirty promise. “I didn’t get hurt, babe. It’s just been a few hours since I’ve had you, and all the adrenaline has me horny. So I’m feeling a little…achy…if you know what I mean.”
 

“If we’re going after Duke,” I said, “you’re gonna need to be at the top of your game, I’m guessing.”

Thresh smirked at me. “I would say that’s an accurate statement.”
 

“Well, you can’t go into a dangerous situation feeling all…achy…now can you?”

“Nope.”

“I’m gonna have to help you out, then, aren’t I?”

“I think you are, babe,” he murmured.
 

My heart hammered in my chest as I reached down to unzip him, then tugged his jeans down to his knees. I slid down to the floor, took his erection in my hand, stroked him to writhing readiness, then wrapped my mouth around him, took as much of him as I could, then backed away.

“Holy shit, babe,” Thresh grunted. “I didn’t mean
now
…goddamn—”

I grinned up at him, pumping at his root. “You’ll just have to come quickly, then, won’t you?”

I felt daring, felt wild and crazy, going down on Thresh in this tiny little jet, his friend and boss just a few feet away, on the other side of a door. The thought turned me on, knowing they could come out any second. The old fear, the paranoia…it was gone. I wasn’t the old Lola again, no, I was someone better, someone stronger. I was more ravenous than ever, and I had a man who could not only handle me as I am, but who challenged me, pushed me, and could match my insatiable sexual appetite.
 

It didn’t take long, not with my mouth around him, my hands on him. I brought him to orgasm within minutes, swallowed everything he had and then demanded a kiss from him.
 

He gave me the kiss, and then touched his lips to my ear. “Just you wait till I get you really alone, babe.”

“Oh yeah?” I smiled for him, met his pale, intense blue gaze. “What are you gonna do?”

“I’m gonna get you on your hands and knees,” he answered, “and I’m gonna fuck you so hard for so long you won’t know where one orgasm begins and the next ends. I’m gonna do it bare, no stupid condom between us, and when I’m done, I’m gonna pull out and come all over your big beautiful ass.”

I writhed, picturing it, wanting it. “Is that a promise?”

He bit my earlobe. “Damn straight it is, Doc.”

“Good, because that sounds like the best thing I’ve ever heard.”

“And
then
…” he whispered, “I’m gonna hold you the whole night long, and we’re gonna wake up and make love so slow it’ll be noon before we’re done.”

I blinked at him. “Make love, huh?”

He nodded, serious, vulnerable. “Make hot, sweet, messy love.”

“I lied,” I whispered, “
that’s
the best thing I’ve ever heard.”

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You seem to think that that’s the end of it. You stand up, cross the room with quick, angry strides, pour a measure of scotch from the decanter. Down it in a single swallow. Pour; swallow. You repeat this twice more, until you must lean on the table, glass under your palm, breathing hard. A third of the contents of the decanter is now in your belly.

“And that’s the story of Jakob Kasparek.” The storyteller’s cadence is gone. The distant, vacant expression is gone. The mask is back in place. “Anything else you wish to know?”

“Where is Logan?”

You do not even bother to glance at me. “The morgue, I would presume.”

“I don’t believe you.”

You shrug. “No matter to me whether you believe it or not. He’s dead and you’re mine.”

“I am
not
yours.”

You gesture to the door. “Then leave.”

I am at the door in three strides. The knob is in my hand; I twist it and the door opens. But I cannot leave. Not because I am yours, but because there are still so many questions.

“If Jakob Kasparek has vanished, then how is it he signed me out of the hospital, rather than you, Caleb Indigo?”

A silence greets that question.

Something else you said has been percolating in my mind. “You said I have been yours since I was sixteen, Caleb. What does that mean?”

More silence.

“How old am I? Why did you tell me I was mugged, when I was really in a car accident? Why did you tell me I was eighteen when I went into the coma? How long was I in the coma?” I’m stalking closer to you with each question. My voice rises with each question. “What is the truth? What is the truth about me, Caleb? Or Jakob, should I say?”

You fly across the intervening space in the blink of an eye. Your huge powerful hand grips my chin, my throat. Tips my head backward. Your other hand curls around the base of my spine and jerks me flush against your body.

“Jakob Kasparek is no more. He is no one. He does not exist. My
name
 . . . is
Caleb
.” Your voice is ice, sharp as razors and deadly as a viper’s venom.

Your fingers crush my jaw, pinch my windpipe. I am pinioned against you. Helpless. And then your lips crash against mine. Roughly, at first. Angrily. Violently. With shocking, lip-bruising force . . .