Bane: Elite Operatives (Bad Boys of X-Ops Book 4) by Rie Warren

stopping for a condom.
    I lifted her top leg, spooned close behind her, and thrust to the hilt inside the clasping wet ride of her cunt.
    “Challenging me?” Kiki arched into me, moaning.
    I bit her neck to hold her in place. Like an animal.
    The room smelled like come and sex and fucking.
    With a hand on her belly, I pressed down to where I was buried deep inside. I twisted her nipples, brushed them with my palms, guided her to my grinding cock.
    When she was good and soaked, pulsing around me, I withdrew.
    Kiki brought my hand to her mouth, and suckled a finger inside.
    “You hot bitch.” I pushed back into her, the slow motion wreaking havoc with my body.
    My chest crushed against her back. My cock thrashed in and out of her pussy. Kiki came back just as hard, winding me up until I swore with every deep lunge into her tight heat.
    “Thought you were worried about my leg,” I gnashed out against the side of her neck.
    “I want your come.”
    My eyelids slammed shut, the onrushing tide pulling at my balls, tingling in my groin. “When I heal up I’m gonna bend you over a table and fuck you so hard from behind you’ll come whenever you hear my name.”
    “Yessss!”
    Holding her hips still, I pistoned into her—the fast hard wet slap of skin and cock and cunt setting fire to my veins.
    I bellowed her name as the flashpoint ripped through me from my toes to my cock. Deep inside Kiki, I blasted hot semen, pumping. Again. Again. Again.
    Her hips swiveled with each jet I poured into her, her cries fueling me.
    With my head bent to her shoulder, I swallowed in shallow breaths. “Jesus Christ. You are a workout and a half, Damage.”
    She panted beside me. “Me? Holy hell. I’m not sure I’ll be able to handle you when you’re in full working order.”
    Pulling out of her caused her to groan, me to grunt. “Should clean you up. Can’t move, babe.”
    “Aren’t you chivalrous?” Her fingers moved down her belly, and she smeared wet come from between her legs with her fingers. “I’m pretty good at taking care of myself.”
    She slurped a finger into her mouth.
    I chased the taste from her tongue. “Don’t do that again. Fucking tease. We need to get some shuteye, and I can’t do that with a hard cock.”
    “I promise to behave, sir.” She smirked.
    I hit the light then pulled a blanket over us.
    Kiki rolled half onto my chest, plying light fingers over my muscles. “Goodnight.”
    “’Night.”
    She lay beside me, and I just knew she wasn’t even attempting to go to sleep. The woman always had something to say and needed the last word.
    Funny. That thought made me smile.
    “I can hear you thinking over there.” I kissed the top of her head.
    “You should think about seeing Allegra. Every child deserves to know her parents. And I can tell you want to.”
    “If I’m that see-through I probably need to find a different profession.”
    “I’m beginning to know you, and you’re not such a hardass.”
    “Let’s see if I live through this cartel bullshit first, huh ?”
    And if I let Kiki live, too .
    Jesus.
    I was well and truly fucked.

Chapter Twelve
    Mariachi Motherfuckers
     
     
     
    THE DROP THE NEXT night was in the middle of nowhere Mariachi-ville, Mexico. The night was cold and bright and closing in on the end of November. I half expected to get jumped by goddamn guerilla groups as we drove up to the meet. The deep forested area should’ve been peaceful at that late hour but with the fucking El Caminos pumping bass from Bose speakers and the old school Buicks bouncing on hydraulics I felt like we’d pulled up to a barrio block party not a gun exchange.
    We stepped out of our SUV after Kiki killed the ignition—well, Kiki stepped, I hobbled.
    The noise escalated as Carlos, the Los Reyes de Guerra leader, wound his way through the crowd toward us.
    Kiki and I stood, surrounded on all sides and highlighted by vehicles’ highbeams shining on us. We were both packing as I was sure every