Page 29 of Whiskey Tango Foxtrot

Chapter 12

~ Liza ~

As soon as we entered the room Tango pushed me up against the door once it closed behind us. His big hands reached under my thighs and literally held me up while I wrapped my legs around him. His mouth captured mine; tongue plunging into my mouth and dueling with my own. The heat building between us was about as unbelievable as the rather large bulge that was pushing against my most sensitive spot, demanding just as much of my attention as the man’s mouth was.

My hands gripped well-defined shoulders, holding on, pulling him closer, and wishing I could rip the clothing off that was separating our flesh. In fact, his shirt was being balled into my fists before he took the hint and ripped it from his body for me. Mine was next leaving me with my jean-clad legs wrapped around his waist while only a bra covered my upper half. Tango’s mouth was exploring down my neck, over my collarbone, and eventually settled at the top of my breasts where the mounds were being pushed out of the c cups of my bra thanks to our frenzied movements. He used his teeth to nip at the edge of one of the cups and pull it down, liberating my stiff nipple from its confines. I wasn’t sure if it was pleasure, agony, sweet relief, or all of the above when his mouth clamped down on my nipple sucking, biting, and licking the turgid peek with his very talented mouth while his hands went to work unclasping my bra behind my back.

Everything came together all at once. My bra slipped down my torso, he lifted his mouth, only long enough to swap which breast he was giving his attention to, and then he pulled the straps of my falling bra down my arms and tossed it across the room while releasing my nipple with an audible pop as he brought his mouth back to meet my own. We each were working at the other’s jeans, trying to unfasten them when a banging sounded in combination with the vibrations of someone pounding on the door that my bare back was leaning against startled us both out of our lust-induced haze.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me!” Tango called out in frustration.

“Sorry, T. Iceman sent for you. There’s been a development in your situation.” I didn’t recognize whom the voice on the other side of the door belonged to, but whoever it was would be known from here on out as Captain Cock-block, because seriously, he couldn’t have worse timing. The dude had quite literally just interrupted one of my fantasies come to life. At least, it had been about to come to life before we were so rudely interrupted.

“Shit!” Tango groaned against my neck. “If Iceman’s calling me down, it’s important, babe. I’m so sorry.” Frustration rolled off of me in waves as I dropped my legs and slid down Tango’s hard body until I could touch the floor again. Then I slowly moved out from under the cage his arms had me in and leaned down to pick up the shirt he’d flung off of me moments ago.

“Go on,” I sighed.

“Babe,” he started while adjusting his still half-hard cock in his pants. “The last thing I want is to have to walk out that door right now, but I promise, we are going to finish this when I get back.”

I smiled weakly at him and turned to the mess we’d left on the bed earlier when we’d been working together. “No worries. I’ll be here when you’re done,” I agreed. Something made me wonder if I would be here much longer considering the way the man at the door had said there had been a development in the situation. My heart hurt when I thought that maybe these men were tired of hiding me, and I’d finally be turned over so the brutes that took me once before when I was younger could finish what they’d started back then.

Strong arms wrapped around me from behind, tugging my back into his front. “I mean it, Liza. We’re picking this up as soon as I get back. And I don’t want you to worry. I’ll handle whatever has come up, and you will be kept safe.” He kissed my head, let go, and left the room after that. I heard him lock the door too, making me smile, because he was always thoughtful of my security. I needed to remember that whenever I had doubts about anyone else. Tango wouldn’t allow them to hurt me. I knew it in the same way I knew how to take air into my lungs in order to stay alive. It was just sort of an innate thing.

~ Tango ~

“This better be good,” I snarled as I walked into the office currently housing Iceman, Rage, and Spinner. One look at all their serious mugs and I knew it was probably going to be worth them interrupting what had promised to be a damn good time with Liza.

“Sorry man, it couldn’t wait,” Rage called out to me. “We all saw you haul her upstairs, trust that we would have given you time if it were an option.”

I nodded. “What’s going down?”

“Got word from King’s Demons. Random has put out a claim on your girl. He says she’s his rightful property to take since her brother took his Old Lady and ruined her.”

I laughed. “And that means fuck all to me!”

“Same for us, but his club is backing the claim, country-wide, not just their local chapter. So, we’re looking at possible blow back. They have a chapter out near Boulder too that we weren’t aware of until they just hit us up with a request to meet.”

“You’re fucking serious?”

Spinner took over then. “Completely serious, they sent a request for us to meet up and negotiate for the girl’s release from our care.”

I glanced around the room, damn near in a desperate state. “I’m not handing her over to those assholes.” I turned to Iceman then. “You heard what she told me about what went down when they nabbed her before. She just barely got out of there without being raped, she was branded for shit’s sake, and she watched a slave girl starve herself to death, because death was more welcoming than the life she was stuck in. Now, this asshole is claiming her as an Old Lady replacement? Fuck that!”

“Calm down,” Iceman stated as he stood from his seat behind the desk. “I didn’t say we were going to be handing her over. We’re just letting you know what the bastards have requested, and that trouble’s brewing.”

“Any luck tracking Frank down yet?” Ice’s demeanor immediately changed as he scowled up at me.

“No, and I gotta say, I wouldn’t mind a few minutes alone with him in a room for my own personal reasons.”

Iceman once had a little sister who had been kidnapped by the local kiddie-creeper. He had been 12 at the time, his sister was only eight, and Iceman saw her being stuffed into the back of a car, but couldn’t get to her in time. His testimony had eventually led to the man being found, and ultimately to the time his vile ass served in prison before he was killed there. Iceman wasn’t in time to save the little girl from all sorts of horrendous shit before she was eventually killed though, and anyone who knew him understood that the heavy weight of that knowledge still plagued him to this day. Every time he saw Liza’s scars I would see him shiver as if someone had just walked over his little sister’s grave.

“I get that, man. Had I known her full story before we left Frank in Reno I would have made that happen as well.”

Iceman nodded. “We have eyes on his woman out there so if he comes around we’ll know and have him brought here. He doesn’t get a choice anymore. With the damn King’s Demons moving in closer to us, I have to wonder how they even knew she was here. With Frank in the wind the answer to that ain’t looking so good.”

I swallowed down my initial reaction and immediately started putting a plan together for how to deal with Liza when she heard the possible news that the KDs might have her brother. A small part of me hoped he was with them and pissing his pants each minute he was there, because he’d put his own sister in a worse position once upon a time. The other part of me knew that Liza wouldn’t want that for her brother, no matter what she’d endured as a result of his stupidity. I wasn’t certain what the fallout was going to be, but no matter what Liza was my priority.

“We have men coming in from other chapters,” Iceman cut into my thoughts. “They’ll be here in the next couple days as we prep for this meet up we’re supposed to have.”

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