Free Walker (Bad Boys of X-Ops #1) by Rie Warren Page A

her pack.
    Retrieving my knife, I pretended my cock wasn’t leading me around the room like a dowsing rod in search of something wet—her pussy—to sink into. “Yeah. That.”
    She hummed, laying out her clothes. I snarled, trying to coax my dick to a more bearable angle other than one hundred percent upright.
    Jade, naked, in daylight. No way would I ever forget the vision. Goddamn her bouncy tits and her silky-looking, slightly tawny skin. My eyes glued to the neat black arrow of her landing strip and her bare, succulent pussy lips. That shit needed a warning of its own: Danger Zone.
    Perky nipples, nice curves, and no superfluous flesh, because the woman killed people for a living.
    “Damn. If I’d known you had all that under your usual uniform of black-on-black I probably would’ve kidnapped you a lot sooner.”
    “You didn’t kidnap me. I let you rescue us.” She drew a brush down the long waterfall of her hair. “Won’t happen again. And no more kisses.”
    “Keep telling yourself that, Jade.” I advanced, grabbing her to me for a wet, fiery kiss.
    The hot suction of our lips parting sank down to my forever-hard dick.
    She pulled something over her head after sneaking on the tiniest pair of sheer panties I’d ever fucking seen. And I’d seen a lot of panties.
    “What the hell is that?” The dress wasn’t slutty or even vampish. It didn’t have to be.
    It was understated and all the hotter because Jade wore it like she frigging owned it. The dress was short, slinky tight, but went all the way to her neck. It had a wide belt she cinched at the waist, giving her even more of an hourglass shape.
    “A dress. Brooks Brothers for women.” She pushed her feet into heavy-soled black combat boots that took the look from High Street tailored to sexy gung ho. “When I’m not busy with the dark ops action I like to shop. And look like a lady.”
    I mashed my palm against my forehead.
    “Trying to unsee me naked?” She gave a husky laugh.
    “Yes,” I gritted out.
    She tossed clothes at me then swished to the door. “You’re underdressed, Walker. I could probably make an escape right now.”
    The fastest dresser in the West or East or wherever—fuck, too many countries, too few days—I yanked on my clothes and caught Jade’s hand. “Let’s go check on our prisoner.”
    “You have got to stop calling her that.”
    “Who? Madge?”
    “That too.”
    ****
    A few days to get my bearings would’ve been a motherfucking blessing. ’Course there was no such thing as laying low in this business.
    I’d put my burn cells on silent where Blaize was concerned but got a continuous feed from Storm, Justice, and Bane. Their intelligence left a lot to be desired. Intel ? Jesus. Christ. The dudes were at least one screw loose in their heads, sending me stick figure memes about porn and cheesy pictures of Grumpy Cat.
    Any info they supplied led back to the same goddamn circle jerk of Sunni, Shia, Syria, and Beirut, plus every single international power player not under the US government’s thumb.
    Madge sure could cook a mean omelet though.
    We’d barely finished breakfast when Justice contacted me. I expected more porn logic , but his face showed on the screen.
    I skidded my chair back from the table. “If you’re breaking protocol you better have a damn good reason. I told you not to FaceTime me on this phone. That’s what the other throwaway’s for.”
    “How’s it going with the old harem there?” Justice asked.
    The resulting crossfire conversation happened at a rapid pace:
    “ Huh ? You’re getting face to face with me to find out about my three-way sexy times?” I scratched the back of my neck.
    Jade glared at me. Justice laughed.
    “OLD?” That came from Madge.
    “HAREM!” Jade pushed up from the table.
    “Besides, Jade doesn’t put out.” I smirked with an aside to Justice, “More like a bunch of harpies.”
    “Walker is a cunt tease!” Jade shot forward, shouting at the phone like