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He’d survived. Never in a million years would he have believed he would.

Dropping to sit on the steps, Reid settled in. He couldn’t wait for them to find him.

He couldn’t wait to start his new life—a clean life, one without guns, bombs, boats, or Fariq anywhere in it.

Aliya would be, though. He couldn’t wait to see her again so he could tell her so.

Chapter

Fifteen

Reid laid on his side, willing himself to go back to sleep. He and the mercenaries had been picked up by the Wild Mustang group. He had been flown back to the States to be debriefed. That had to have taken some serious clout to get him away from NATO. The mercenaries, on the other hand, were currently cooling their heels with NATO at an undisclosed location while Reid tried to get everything sorted out. The watch encircling his wrist told him it was only three a.m. The sun had yet to make its appearance over the eastern horizon, and his cock throbbed in need.

Where was Aliya? Why hadn’t she tried to contact him? Why was NATO trying to keep her from him? He closed his eyes and thought of the last time they’d been together.

He’d spread her legs wide and allowed his cock to brush the petals of her sex. It had taken her a while to become comfortable in her own skin to revel in the sensationsand emotions his touch forced her to feel. She’d begun to crave both his love and his discipline. She was so perfect for him.

“Christian,” she’d sighed as she tilted her hips at the perfect angle, her labia swollen and glistening with her wild honey that tasted of jasmine.

Leaning over her, he thrust inside in one long, hard move, and she muffled a strangled cry as she came just from his possession. She hadn’t asked for his permission. He grinned. He’d make her pay for that later, but for now, he began to move inside her. She was tight but slick and oh so needy.

Sliding his hands under her ass, still warm from her earlier spanking, he fucked up and inside her. Picking up his pace, he’d watched as her emotions played across her face. The wonder and joy she experienced each time she climaxed for him were like crack cocaine—addictive and dangerous.

He fucked deep and hard as her body stiffened in anticipation, and she clung to him. Releasing one of her bottom cheeks, he wrapped his hand around her throat, his thumb pressing gently on her windpipe, not enough to damage but enough to exaggerate her excitement.

Aliya writhed beneath him as he drove into her. He ground his pelvis into her, sending her over the edge as he lost control and flooded her pussy with cum. Her pussy clamped down, milking every last drop from him. He collapsed on her, catching his breath as he felt peace wash over them both.

“Christian,” a decidedly masculine voice said as he felt a hand on his shoulder. “I hate to wake you, but we need to talk… we think Fariq may be alive.”

Reid was immediately awake and moving. He pulled on his jeans and grabbed a shirt, following Croft up to the meeting room. Billy Crofton had been a revelation. He was his sister’sfiancé, and Reid realized quickly the men of the Wild Mustang team were all the dominant partners in their relationship. It had been a bit disconcerting at first to know his sister submitted to Croft’s authority, but he had never known Finn to be happier. Croft had proven more than able to keep Finn safe, even though she didn’t always appreciate it.

The main men of the team, plus Avery, Finn, and Zara, were gathered around the table.

“Croft says you think Fariq may be alive,” Reid said.

“That can’t be,” an agitated Avery said. The fierce helicopter pilot was certain she had shot him down. “I don’t miss. I saw that bastard’s chopper go down in a ball of flames… with Fariq inside.”

“Settle down, Avery. No one is doubting your prowess.” Thom was the IT specialist, and Avery’s fiancé and Dom. His tone was gentle with an underlying strength Avery responded to.

“Any chance he could have had a body double?” Noah Taylor asked.

“A body double?” Finn questioned, reaching for her brother’s arm and giving it a squeeze.

“It’s the only possible explanation,” soothed Zara, Noah’s fiancé and a Pulitzer Prize-winning journalist. “Ghazil says Fariq reached out to him.”

Reid nodded slowly. “He does have a body double. I saw him at Marshan. If Fariq’s alive, Ghazil would be someone he’d contact to spread the word. I have to go back.”

“Are you crazy?” Finn said.

“No, but I have to go back. Regardless of the risk, I have to go.”

“There’s a woman, isn’t there?” Noah asked softly.

“A woman?” Zara cried. “What the hell makes you think it’s a woman? Maybe it’s his job, maybe he sees it as his duty, maybe he just wants revenge for what that bastard’s done.”

Noah turned slowly in his chair, leaned over, and silenced Zara with a dominating kiss.

“There’s always a woman when men want to do really stupid things.” Noah turned back to Reid. “I’m right, aren’t I?”

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