Ice (Elite Forces #1)(8)

KALEB


I pretend to listen to my team talk about the mission, while I sit here  eating and watch her talk to that motherfucker Harris. He wants her, but  little does he know he'll never touch her again, not the way he wants  to anyway.

The moment my buddy Pierce Davis requested to see me in his office at  his USSOCOM, also known as The United States Special Operation Command, I  knew he was calling in his mark for him saving my life ten years ago  when we were in the middle of combat. It was during our second tour of  the Iraqi war. Without hesitation, I accepted.

Not only did Pierce and I serve for years together, he's like a brother  to me, along with Kase Flynn. While Pierce continued to serve our  country, both Kase and I had enough after serving twelve years.

We now run a tight private military firm, which is contracted with the  government. Pierce and Kase are the two I directly work with to lead our  team through the missions. I'm still serving my country by training or  guarding significant military personnel who may travel in or out of The  United States. We get called on special dangerous missions, and this is  no exception to that. It feeds my craving for living the life without  all the fucking rules of being in the Army, and I fucking love every  damn second of it.

I know this country as if it were my own. It's one of the reasons I was  selected to get this team in and out of there as quickly as possible. I  know the process, the drills, and still have the desire to fucking blow  the enemy apart until there's nothing left of them but a pile of ashes.  Yeah, I fucking know the routine and can't wait to feel the rush again.

Pierce and I spent hours, days even, going through files, searching for  the perfect team. I thought I had them all, until I opened her file. The  blonde with the most captivating eyes I have ever seen. I swear to  Christ those eyes popped out of that file and bewitched my ass. I knew  nothing about her but her name. For the first time since I've met my  military brothers, I'm keeping something from them. They have no idea I  have a woman on this team. And they definitely don't know I can't take  my damn mind off of her.                       
       
           



       

Captain Jade Elizabeth Elliott. Fucking beautiful. I scoured every bit  of information I could find on her to the point of being her stalker.  I'll admit it. I'm drawn to her in a way I can't even comprehend to my  own fucked-up mind. It's fate, or maybe destiny, fuck if I know. All I  know is she has fascinated me from the moment I laid eyes on her.

At first it was her outer beauty, then it became her drive, her  determination to be one of the first women to enter and graduate special  ops training. Then it became her agility. Her voice when I heard her  speak in the many videos I watched her in. I'm obsessed, not to the  point of placing her in danger, but to the point of making her mine.

"I need to brief Captain Harris and Captain Elliott on a few things. See  you all in a few hours." I grab my tray, dump the scraps into the  garbage, and walk past her tent. I pause when I step in front of it for a  brief second. I can smell her. She's addictive. I clench my hands into  fists and plow forward to my office, where I kick a few boxes over. My  frustration at my own actions deepens.

There's a knock on my door the minute I collapse into the chair behind my table.

"It's open." I don't even bother to look up and see who it is. I know  it's the two of them here to work their punishment off. One I have no  damn right to give either one of them after the shit I've done, but as  the Commander of this unit, I have to. Both of them need to understand.  Jade already does, or at least she fucking better. Harris on the other  hand won't get it through his head if I don't lay down a few rules  somehow.

I would love to shove Harris' head in the fucking sand and tell him to  stay the hell away from her, that she will never be his because she's  mine; or at least she will be when I'm finished. But I won't.

I have nothing but respect for Captain Harris when it comes down to his  intelligence, his ability to endanger his life like the rest of us, to  kill a man who has done nothing but bring heartache and destruction to  our men and women of the armed forces. The man can speak the native  tongue of this country just as well as he can speak English. His ability  to interpret is imperative to accomplish what we came here for, but  after this is over, I hope I never see the man again.

"Good evening, Sir." Harris speaks. It's then that I lift my head, clasp  my fingers together under my chin, and zone in on the two of them.  Neither one of them will look at me. They stand at attention. Oh, how I  would love to see him sweat. I may be a heartless son of a bitch for  doing this, but I need to make a goddamn point to both of them.

"Captain Harris. The next time you need to get your dick wet, may I  suggest you spit on the fucker and yank his goddamn chain. Fuck your  hand. Fuck a damn hole in the wall. I don't care what you fuck, but you  will stay away from Captain Elliott. Do I make myself clear?" The power  in my speech backs up every muscle in my body when I stand to face him.  Eye to eye. Man to motherfucking man.

"Yes, Sir," he bellows out his answer with no hesitation at all. He may  think he has me fooled, but he doesn't. The man may keep his pin dick in  his pants for the rest of this mission, but I know good and well he's  been secretly in love with her for a long time. I know everything about  them all. I dismiss him with my eyes and move to the beautiful creature  who has enthralled her very existence on both of the men standing in  this room. The great thing about it is, she has no fucking clue what she  does to us.

"Captain Elliott." Mother. Fuck. My resistance wavers all over the damn  place, my insides twist, my cock twitches, and my mouth waters  desperately to latch onto hers. She should not have this much fucking  control over me.

"Sir." God. I'd give anything for her to look at me. She won't though.  She'll see this through. She's more than confirmed her loyalty by  letting me have her. I want her loyalty to be to me and not to this man  standing next to her.

"Are your fingers broken?" I snap.

"No, Sir," she responds.

"Good. Then the next time you feel the need to satisfy yourself, I  suggest you use them." How I would love to be able to say use them while  I'm watching you, or take those delicate fingers of hers and wrap them  around my cock and guide me into her sweet pussy. It pisses me the hell  off that Harris is in here, making me strain against my fatigues. The  minute they walk out the door, I'll be doing the same exact thing I just  told him to do. This is how much she drives me crazy.

I need them out of here, so I dismiss them. Neither one says a word as  to their punishment or lack thereof. "Mother. Fucker." Sliding my ass  back into my chair, I refuse to stroke my cock, not when I know what it  feels like to be inside of her. The next time I stroke it, she'll be  watching.                       
       
           



       

For the next couple of hours, I beat myself up as I sit inside my  makeshift office. I've failed miserably in my plan to seduce her and to  let her know I'm not just after her for a quick fuck. I had plans. I had  two missions to complete when I landed back in this desert, and I have  messed up the one closest to my heart. The other one is a damn cake walk  compared to her.

One was to complete the mission that The United States granted me to  lead; the other was to get the woman. I will complete the first mission,  I have no doubt about that, but damn it, if I haven't fucked up getting  her.

I knew the minute I saw her jump on Harris in her tent that I was going  to fuck this up. I had to stop her, and the only way I knew how was to  fuck her myself. Brilliant plan, Maverick. Fucking brilliant, at least  my dick thinks so anyway.

She makes it difficult to focus on any task. My mind is constantly  remembering how she smells, how her soft, perfect skin is like none I've  ever felt before, and that fucking attitude. It should piss me off, but  fuck if it doesn't excite me knowing she's a challenge. The second she  told me to 'Fuck off', I wanted to remind her who she's talking to. My  call name isn't Fire for nothing. Out here, she will obey me.

The kicker is, she isn't someone who submits to others. She may take my  orders out here, but I know damn well she won't take them back home. No  way. She's used to having control as much as I am.

I'm not into the dom/sub relationship right down to the letter, but  control may as well be my middle name. I'm always in control of  everything I do. The best thing for me to do for the next few days until  we sneak in and make our attack is to stay the hell away from Captain  Elliott.