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Storm by Rie Warren
Series: Bad Boys of X-Ops #3
Genres: Military/Police Romance
Desire . . . Trust?
I’m headed back to the Blood Legion MC in New Orleans, my old stomping grounds. Guns. Thugs. Broads. Cocaine nightmares. A Mexican cartel, cracker coke runners, and now there’s a new international threat in town.
Blaize Carmichael is my only partner in this op. Blaize. As a biker babe. Jeeesus. I’ve had a bone for her from day one when she walked into headquarters—haughty, superior, and always in charge.
There’s a goddamn good chance we’ll get made, played, and put in the grave as government-issue traitors. But I can’t help it—I love to get rough, raw, dirty, and dominant with her.
No more yes ma’am, no ma’am. Blaize is about to find out I don’t always takes orders as issued.
I can’t stand the way Storm calls me woman or cher or sexy. As soon as we’re back in DC, I’m going to wipe that infuriating wicked smirk right off his dangerously handsome face.
I’m always prepared for every scenario. I’ve built my career on complete professionalism in and out of the field. But when Storm comes at me with wild animal lust—when he opens up to me—when he opens me up, I can’t say no.
I don’t want to.
We’re in danger every single day we stay in NOLA. There is no way we can make it out alive. Not together. Not this time.
Somehow I knew that Storm and Blaize were going to end up together. There was just something that screamed for it to happen. Nash LaFontaine, aka Storm, is teamed up with Blaize Carmichael, aka the Boss Lady, in this installment of the Bad Boys of X-Ops. I really love that Blaize is the woman in charge and you can tell she knows what she is doing. The duo is sent to New Orleans to infiltrate and take down the Blood Legion MC, one that Storm was once a member of. Storm is the super intense guy on the team and as I said Blaize is perfect posing as his old lady. Their chemistry is off the charts and this is one pairing that we all saw coming.
Once again Rite Warren has given us an amazing set of characters, put them in a spectacular setting and then set the pages on fire as everything begins to come together. You never know what you are going to get with each book and that is what makes each one not only unique but perfect. I simply cannot wait for the next one.
“There’s just one thing I want from you, Blaize. Not pity. Not worry. Not as my boss. And no ass kicking either.”
“Kiss me for real.”
“Is that a directive?” Her arms wound around my shoulders, guiding me down to her.
“As direct as I get.”
A low groan rolled from my chest as soon as our lips met. The heat of her mouth, the touch of her tongue, the light tease of her hands up and down my back was summer soft, and highly addictive.
The slant of her head was perfect and when she drove her fingers into the muscles of my ass, a louder longer groan rushed out of me and into her mouth. My chest filled, pumping like bellows, and I wanted to crash all the way against her, mate her, make her completely mine.
With a soft graze of her teeth against my bottom lip, she pulled just slightly back.
“Blaize.” I skimmed my hands from her waist to her hips to her thighs, nudging my mouth against hers. “Fuck, Blaize.”
She drew her hands up my arms, over my shoulders, locked them behind my neck. “I thought you needed something sweet.”
“That was more than sweet.” Sweet torture.
I rolled her to her side, asking for nothing more than her warmth.
I’d already gotten her kiss.
I could be patient enough to wait for the rest. All of her.
“Remember that the next time you want to curse the boss lady, sugar.”
“Sugar?” My belly rumbled with a laugh. “You learning the lingo?”
She sighed with a little sniffle that meant she was ready to head to la-la land.
I whispered against her neck, “You know you really fall asleep too easily with me.”
“’M’still awake,” she slurred.
She drifted off just like that.
And half an hour later, I still needed to get off.
This room was gonna smell like hot sex by the morning one way or the other.
Getting up without disturbing her, I cracked the balcony door, poured a drink, and spat into my palm.
Sitting in the chair, I spread my thighs, hefted my meaty balls in one hand, and drank the whisky.
My cock rose up to my stomach, a huge thick rod incapable of going soft with an almost naked Blaize in my bed. I took another drink, letting the scotch roll around my mouth as my fist closed over the base of my cock and cruised up to the purplish head of my dick. I squeezed, and a drop of pre-come rolled out. Clear and slippery, the fluid ran down my veiny length and pooled against my sac.
Blaize shifted in the bed, her arms outstretched, blindly searching for me. With an operative’s instincts that something was different, her head snapped up and she was immediately awake.
Her eyes darted to me, spread out and naked before her.
“Didn’t wake you, did I?” I tugged my cock, making it even harder, hotter, pulsing.
“Fuck. Storm.” She sat up, and as the sheet drifted to her waist I could easily make out the sexy way her nipples tightened.
My pelvis rocked up.
I stared at her. “C’mere.”