FIRE (Elite Forces Series Book 2)

“Fuck that Rocko nurse. I'll wait until you're off shift. I'd feel better keeping this private and use Maverick’s nursing staff, since this was such a dangerous mission and all.” She smiles at him as she passes and hands him the piece of paper she scribbled on. Her number, no doubt. I'm sure he just got the time and place too. She leaves the room and we all bust out laughing at him. That asshole is smooth. How women fall for that shit is beyond me.

“Jackson, seriously. Is that your pickup style? Because if so, I'd kick your ass.” Jade stands beside me and stretches her arms over her head. I watch her tits as she does and wish like hell I could actually appreciate them properly.

“It fucking worked.” He holds up the paper. “Darlin’, it's my voice. I could say any fucking thing I want and panties just drop. They love how deep it is.” Then he gyrates his hips forward, thrusting the air a few times.

“I think I’m going to be sick.” Steele grabs his stomach playfully.

“I am sick,” Harris digs in. The room fills with laughter and I can’t help but join in. That is, until a sharp pain has me wanting to roll over in a fetal position. Fuck. As much as I want to be better, I’m still fucked up.

“Kaleb.” Jade’s worried expression calms me, knowing how much she cares. I hate the fact I’m lying here, helpless, unable to do a damn thing. I’d love nothing more than to run my fingers across her furrowed forehead and ease the ache I know she’s feeling inside. God. I love her. After my first taste of her, I told myself she would be the one to break me. She has.





CHAPTER TEN


KALEB


“Hey, handsome.” My sexy, blond beauty walks in with some real food. I’ve been drugged up and recuperating for a little over two weeks now in this hospital. The food sucks, and my ass is killing me from lying in this stiff bed. My muscles ache from not working out, and my cock aches even more from not getting its own workout. Especially now, when I take a good look at her gorgeous smile.

“Jesus, Jade.” I snatch the bag out of her hand. The whiff of cheeseburger assaults my nose, making my stomach cry out.

“I’m sorry I’m late. I told you I had to stop at the hotel the guys are staying at to shower and change.” Her hands go to her hips. My hands should be on those hips while I’m slamming into her sweet * from behind.

“I’m talking about the way you look.” Taking a big bite of my juicy burger, I look down her body before allowing my eyes to move back up. This damn burger has to be the second best thing I’ve tasted in my life. She looks down at her jean shorts, and I see why they call them shorts. They leave nothing to the imagination at all.

“You're sexually frustrated and an asshole. Eat that damn thing before the doctor and the guys get here so we can go home.” Her fine ass walks to the other side of the room. She picks up my clothes along with an American flag before she starts packing them all into a bag. I found out a few days after arriving here that my brother and his fuckhead followers laid our country’s flag down at my feet and pissed on it.

Ty has not only become a traitor to our country, but he placed the flag, the one item we pledge our American freedom to, in the dirt and defiled it. He should die for that alone.

I finish my burger, crumpling up the paper loudly to drag her attention back to me.

Her head snaps around. She’s so fucking beautiful.

“I know you, baby. You going to stand over there and tell me you don’t want my cock?” I lift my brows, knowing damn well she’s as frustrated as I am. We’ve both discussed this over the course of the last week, while I faded in and out from the pain medicine I finally caved into letting the doctors give me that first day I woke up. My skin burned so damn bad, I felt like they were beating me all over again. Yet I still pissed and moaned about fucking her mouth, her *, her ass. I may have been drugged up, but I’m not blind. I saw the way she squirmed in the chair and crossed her legs over one another. She wants it.

“I’ve been taking care of myself,” she taunts.

Before I can tell her that no one, not even she, should be touching her body in any goddamn way unless I’m watching her, the doctor walks in. Followed by Kase, Pierce, and Jackson. The others went home. Not everyone needs to sit here all day, watching me sleep, doing absolutely nothing. We still haven’t watched the footage. I asked them to wait until I could get the hell out of here.

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