What the hell was I doing? I couldn’t believe I had kissed him like that. I barely knew this man, although he was the father of my son. Our situation, everything happening, it just wasn’t the time to start kissing and throwing myself at Emory.
Mason had to be my first priority, and I needed my mind to be clear to make the right decisions. I couldn’t be distracted by Emory, by his amazing taste, his lips, his hands, his body. I couldn’t let myself do that.
I couldn’t risk letting Mason down.
As I rocked my baby, I knew I wasn’t going back out there. No, I was going to eventually get Mason back in bed, and I was going to go to bed myself, alone.
I couldn’t let myself give in to what I knew I really wanted.
Chapter 12
Emory
I woke up the next morning with a hard fucking cock and a backache.
I hated sleeping on hotel couches, though then again I’d take a hotel couch over a tent in north Pakistan any day. At least the couch wasn’t full of rocks and didn’t have the potential to explode at any moment.
After Tara left the room last night, she didn’t come back out. I figured she was too busy with her fingers deep in her pussy, moaning to herself, saying my name. It was a shame that she was too afraid to give in to what she really wanted, although she’d looked like she was about to for a second.
That fucking kiss. I stretched my legs and grunted. That fucking kiss had sent fire through my veins, driven me absolutely insane. The girl threw herself at me, straddling my hips, rubbing herself against me. My cock was fucking raging hard, and I wanted to press her down on the couch and fuck that pussy until she couldn’t breathe anymore.
But as soon as Mason started to cry, she disappeared and never came back. Not that I could blame her of course, since her child always came first.
Our child, I had to remind myself. Our fucking child.
My phone started ringing a few minutes later, just as my hard on was finally starting to soften. I grabbed it and answered.
“Yeah?”
“Emory, it’s Travis.”
“How are the parents?”
“They’re fine,” he said. “Been on them all night. Nothing suspicious. Unless Omar himself was sneaking around, I doubt they were doing anything.”
“Got it.”
“Also, Cooper just showed up.”
I laughed. “You called Coop?”
“Hell yeah, man.”
“Fair enough. Tell me next time.”
“You would have said no. This way, you didn’t have a chance to make a bad decision.”
Cooper Banks was another one of our SEAL members, one of the more promising young guys. His specialty was demolitions and small arms, though he was also a hand-to-hand master and a skilled diver. I trusted Coop like I trusted anyone else, but I didn’t want to bring in the full team for this. We needed to stay low-key, and when all the guys were together, we tended to blow shit up without remorse.
And of course, Cooper was most likely to set those charges. The man was young, the youngest member on our team, and he was something of a loose cannon. I had to keep an eye on him every time we deployed. He always did his job remarkably well, but there was an edge to him.
Still, I had to admit that Travis was right. We needed a third guy on this, especially considering Omar had his own little team. We didn’t know what kind of training they had or how skilled they were, so we had to assume the worst.
I grinned to myself. “Fine.”
“What’s the plan for today?”
“You get some sleep. Coop can watch the parents.”
“Roger that.”
“I’ll call with more later.”
“Over and out, captain.”
He hung up and I tossed my phone aside.
I hadn’t heard a peep from the bedroom yet, which surprised me. I’d expected her to be up nice and early, but then again she’d been going through some pretty stressful shit. She probably needed sleep more than she realized.
I got up and grabbed the landline, dialing room service. I ordered us some food and some coffee and then stretched my legs out, smiling to myself.
Gorgeous fucking girl in the bedroom and food coming to my door. Not a bad mission as far as missions went.
I didn’t have to wait long for the food, at least. There was a knock on the door and a young guy brought the tray inside. The smell of eggs, bacon, and pancakes, plus fresh coffee, filled the room. I tipped the kid and went to work.
The smell of food did the trick, because almost as soon as it was delivered, I heard Tara stirring in the other room. I grinned to myself as she opened the door and came out, holding Mason in her arms.
“Is that breakfast?” she asked.
“Sure is.” I poured her a mug of coffee. “Dig in.”