Page 49 of The Soldier

I didn’t know. I wasn’t privy to the identities of the other men, although their names were mildly familiar.

I’d rubbed the back of my head and then over my stubble which was growing after days in the desert. Sand clung to the sweat on my skin. “I don’t know, man. I have my orders. That’s all. I’m not briefed fully on who my target is.”

He nodded, glancing around the terrain.

“Okay, okay. Let’s work out how we do this.” Rodriques stared back out across the terrain and then back at me. “We’ll need to line this up as we have three targets in there.”

Yeah, it was a logistical mind fuck.

I had a visual on mine but knew I couldn’t do anything before Delta Force had their green light. A dead body suddenly falling to the ground is going to have them scattering like dust.

By the time the sun had sunk into the golden desert sands we’d still been waiting hours.

“The fuck are they doing?” I muttered wiping my brow for the millionth time.

“No idea.” One guy shakes his head.

It had felt like the longest day of my life and given me way too much time to think of all the ways I could convince Trina to date me.

Unfortunately, each one ended with her telling me to take a hike.

Which made me smile.

And more determined.

It almost gave me time to ponder what I knew about her. I didn’t even know what she did for a job. Or if she had siblings. Where had she grown up? Her accent was Californian, but it wasn’t pure. Like maybe she’d moved around a bit.

How old was she exactly? I knew she was much younger than me. By at least eight or nine years.

Over and over, I’ve wondered what has caused her to be so anti-military. Or rather, dating men who served.

But the more important question...was she as affected by our kiss as I was? Did she crave my body pressing against hers again? Want my cock inside her as much as I wanted to slam into her hot body?

There’s no way I can walk away from Trina after last weekend. The timing of me heading offshore was terrible but I figure the space and her having time to miss me aren’t bad things.

Fuck me, Marshall.

The stubborn and wild little wolf can stop pretending. I know she wants me, and when I get home it’s time to stop playing. I’m going to grab her around the scruff, showing her I’m her alpha, and slam my mouth between her legs. Then let my tongue slice through her slit and work her hard nub until she creams on my face

Specifically.

Until then, I have a mission to complete. Lying here waiting for command to respond is taking much longer and I’m starting to think something is not right.

My instinct is waving a red flag in front of my face. I’m not the only one. Rodriques, who has the ability to remain still more than most fucking statues, has been wriggling.

“Update,” one of the Delta Force guys requests and I take my eyes off the target for a moment, eager as the rest of us to get the job done and get back home.

“Nothing yet,” Miller replies, and his boot slips on the rocks and a bunch fall over the cliff.

We all go still as fuck, while the soldier closest grabs him and shoves him away from the edge.

Jesus.

Is he trying to give away our location?

“Fuck, thanks,” he mutters.

My eyes narrow, watching as he smirks. Rodriques catches my response and glances back at Miller.

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