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Chapter 8

Patrick muttered a curse as he climbed back into his SUV in Rebecca’s driveway. Staying here making love to her all morning wasn’t exactly an option; he had a goddamn job to do. The CO needed him on base ASAP for an emergency briefing with the Pentagon. The other men had been notified to pack their bags and report to base immediately.

And Patrick was already on his way.

Hell, adrenaline had already been rushing through his veins before he’d spontaneously carried Rebecca off to the bedroom. He’d needed to see her before he left, to kiss her goodbye, but lying her down on the bed to claim her once more as his hadn’t exactly been part of the plan.

As soon as he’d kissed her, he’d been desperate to be closer though. He’d needed to feel her inner walls clamping down around his rock-hard cock, to kiss her senseless, to hear her crying out his name as he brought her to release.

He’d wanted to make her come several more times—to flip her over and take her from behind, watching her fists clutch the sheets in desperation as he thrust into her and sent her over the edge. He’d needed to spread her out on the bed and kiss every square inch of her soft skin, laving at the sweet folds between her legs until she was coating his tongue with her release.

He clenched his jaw, gripping the steering wheel as he headed onto the highway leading to base.

He didn’t have time for any of that this morning. Cutting their lovemaking to a session that was short and sweet was all he could do.

And hell if he wouldn’t be dreaming of her sweet cries and silken walls on the long journey over to Afghanistan.

He dropped his gear in the locker room and hurried to the bullpen, where the CO was watching the live feed from CNN. Patrick crossed his arms, seething at the relentless coverage all over the media. Nothing like giving the enemy a head’s up that the U.S. military was on its way. They were putting the life of the American woman in danger and jeopardizing the rescue operation before it had even begun.

His CO pounded his fist on the table in frustration. “At least they don’t know how high this goes. She’s not even the daughter of a congressional aide, but a damn Senator.”

Patrick narrowed his gaze. “You’d think Congress would be doing everything in their power to keep this quiet, not have it blasted over the national news.”

The secure video connection went through a moment later, and the CO and Patrick were staring at a roomful of generals and admirals in a secure conference room at the Pentagon.

“We’re sending your team in,” Admiral Davis barked. “Team Delta as well. Chatter confirms the hostage is in the camp shown in the sat imagery. It’s all over the damn media. We’re going to retrieve the hostage before they move her to a secondary location or make good on their threats.”

“Understood,” Patrick’s CO replied.

“Word hasn’t leaked yet that she’s the Senator’s daughter, but with the way this shit storm is brewing, it’s only a matter of time. I want her out of there before that makes the evening news.”

“The Blackhawks are on standby,” the CO said in a clipped tone. “My SEAL team will be on the next C-17 out of Virginia.”

“Team Delta is already en route,” Admiral Davis continued. “You’ll meet up at base in Afghanistan, and the teams will go in at 2300 tomorrow night.”

“Sir, we’ll retrieve the Senator’s daughter,” Patrick assured him, his blood boiling.

“I don’t doubt it,” the Admiral said. “We all know how pressing this matter is.”

The connection disappeared, and the CO turned to Patrick. “Notify the rest of the team we’re deploying immediately. They should already be on their way in to base but don’t have the details yet. Flight leaves in two hours. I’ll be watching the takedown of this op live.”

“Understood,” Patrick said. “We’ll coordinate with Delta once we land?”

“Affirmative. You’ll have specs and coordinates to review on your flight over. Hash out the final details there. You’ll each be approaching the camp from opposite directions. We don’t want them getting wind of this op and heading out with the hostage.”

“I’ll notify the rest of the men,” Patrick said.

Two hours later he was walking up the ramp of a C-17 cargo plane, his ninety-pound rucksack on his back. A salty breeze blew in off the nearby ocean, and he took a deep breath. Nothing like trading the gorgeous Virginia Beach weather for the Afghani desert.

Christopher “Blade” Walters, the computer guru of their SEAL team, fell in step behind him. “Delta is already on their way?” he asked.

“Probably almost there,” Patrick confirmed. “Hunter’s got a good team,” he said, referring to Hunter “Hook” Murdock. “Hell, if he had his way, they’d probably already have conducted the rescue op by the time we arrive.”

Christopher chuffed out a laugh. “Sounds familiar, Ice,” he said, shooting Patrick a knowing look. “You aren’t exactly the type to sit around.”

Patrick smirked. “Hell, I don’t blame the guy. Get in, get the girl, get out. The Pentagon’s set on sending both teams in to complete the extraction though.”

“Well, Delta can sit on their asses knitting, waiting until the real boys arrive,” Brent joked, joining the rest of the team on the plane.

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