Page 50 of Jacqueline's Quest

Chapter 7

A healthy dose of fear churned in his gut along with anticipation after hanging up with Asher. There were still so many variables when it came to rescuing his sister, not to mention the others. For weeks, he’d kept his focus narrowed on seeing his sister again, he hadn’t thought of the consequences. He also blocked out the others. His sole focus was Hannah, and it made him a liability too. Because he’d always think of her first, it put those who’d been kidnapped at risk. As he and Asher talked on the phone, he’d thought about telling his commander he was compromised.

He snorted.

Telling his boss any such thing would get his ass kicked. Asher trusted him, even when he didn’t trust himself. The minute he walked into the club, his training would take over and he’d be in the thick of it, protecting everyone. However, getting in was the easy part. Getting out, not so much. He slipped his phone into the back pocket of his jeans and grabbed his shirt off the chair. Asher had given them the go. Everyone was in place. All they had left to do was go over the plan and hit the tailor for a suit for the event.

The bathroom door opened, and Jaqueline stepped into the bedroom wrapped in her towel. The edge tucked between her plump breasts. The tendrils of her long multicolored hair hung from the open end of the towel on her head, allowing it to drip onto her tanned flesh and slide down between her tits. He bit the inside of his cheek. They didn't have time. Noah was inbound and would be there in twenty. Still, staring at her, the temptation was almost too much for him. He adjusted himself and stood. If he didn't leave right then, they end up back in bed and piss off the new second-in-charge.

“Murray?” she whispered, glancing up at him with those dark doe eyes of hers.

“Asher just called.”

“And?”

He blew out a breath. “Our support called in. We’re good to go. Noah’s incoming. He should be here soon.” He allowed his gaze to wander over her curvaceous form. When his gaze met hers, the fear and nervousness there didn’t surprise him. He’d have been more worried if she’d been excited or devoid of any type of feeling at the moment. Going in too anxious or too robotic could blow their cover.

“Can I say something without offending you?” She stood a little taller.

“Have at it.” He shrugged, trying to keep himself in check.

“It’s about damn time.” She sagged then, holding the front of her towel. “I think I have been waiting for this moment three years too many.”

Murray understood. He felt the same way when it came to Hannah. “Same. It’s so close. I don’t want to do anything to mess up.”

"Agreed." She stepped to him and went to her tiptoes. "We're not going to be awkward now, are we?" Her lips pressed to his and a strangled moan filled his chest.

He wrapped his arms around her, pressing her back to the wall. The towel fell away from Jaqueline’s body, leaving her exposed to his gaze. Shit, they shouldn’t be doing this. They had work to do, yet he couldn’t stop thinking about her pretty little pussy wrapped around his cock. Without hesitation, he lifted her, and Jaqueline wrapped her legs around his waist. In the next second he had his zipper down and he was pushing his dick deep inside her.

Murray broke the kiss and buried his face in the crook of her neck. He had to make it quick and hot for both of them. But, with the way she gripped him, holding him in a tight vice, he didn’t think he’d have to worry about her being right there with her. “Fuck. I was trying to be the good guy here.”

Her husky chuckle gripped him by the balls. “Why? I want you too.”

“What a thing to say right now.” His pace increased. The coil of pleasure in his gut twisted. The tingle at the base of his spine had him cursing under his breath as he pushed them hard and faster.

Jaqueline’s fingernails dug into the flesh of his shoulders. He low whimpers and moans only added to the thought of being caught when Noah arrived—not that the asshole would walk in on him but would razz the shit out of him when he got the chance. The bastard had a bad habit of doing stupid shit.

“Murray...” Her breath came in soft pants. “I’m close.”

“Thank fuck,” he muttered. “I’m about to bust.”

He fit his hand between them and ran his thumb over her slick, hard clit. Jaqueline’s eyes went wide. Her mouth fell open in a silent scream. The first pulse of her release triggered his own. He shuddered, grinding his hips against hers while he throbbed deep within her.

“I think I needed that,” she murmured, trying to catch her breath.

"I believe you're right." He kissed her again before pulling out and tucking himself back into his jeans. "I hate to fuck and go, but we do need to hurry now."

Jaqueline laughed. “Give me five to get cleaned up and I’ll be ready.” She slipped from his arms and went back into the bathroom. A few seconds later the shower came on then just as quickly shut off. When she reappeared, she had a different towel around her.

“You know, this is how shit started last time.”

She skirted past him and went to her bag to grab her clothes. “Later on, you can do it again.” She wiggled her brows as she dried off.

“Promise?” He crossed his arms.

“Promise.” She slipped into her tactical pants. “Did Asher say anything else we should know?”

Her ability to go from personal time to all business was astonishing. He admired her for it because all he could think about at the time was how it felt to be back inside her. "Asher is somewhat concerned with our teams. I agreed with him. Because Scotty is a team member, there will be a need to protect him, whereas us, it could be your brother or my sister, or both, depending on how they do things in there."

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