Operation Bravo (MM)

Geek Squad 4

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Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 30,500
15 Ratings (4.7)

[The Stormy Glenn ManLove Collection: Alternative, Paranormal, Shape-shifter, MM, HEA]

When I received a phone call with the Geek Squad panic code, I had no idea what had happened. I just knew I needed to disappear and get to my friend's house as quickly as possible without leaving a trail for someone to follow.

That wasn't as easy as it sounded, especially when Corporal Jack McDermott shows up and starts ordering me around. The sexy as sin Marine had been rubbing me wrong since the moment we met. It seemed only fair to give him back some of the gruff he was giving me. I had no idea my snark was the way to Jack's heart.

But loving Jack and keeping him is a lot harder than I'd anticipated, especially when Jack swears he's not gay and someone else decides I was easy pickings. Even after telling Jack to go to hell, the danger to my life and my heart isn't over. Someone wants information, and they are willing to kill to get it.

Operation Bravo (MM)
15 Ratings (4.7)

Operation Bravo (MM)

Geek Squad 4

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 30,500
15 Ratings (4.7)
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Feeling rather disappointed with Ms Glenn today. I was really looking forward to Kaito and Jack's story but the inconsistencies drove me a little batty. Not to mention some of the over-the-top-unreality within the plot/story.

First - when Ian and Kaito notice the nondescript sedan with two guys watching them and Ian told Hank... why in the hell didn't Hank and Jack immediately go and confront them? They were at the end of the block, FFS!

Second - when Kaito was kidnapped by the two men (of course!) they didn't seem to take him very far, Hank and Jack weren't that far behind, but they still couldn't get to him in any reasonable amount of time?

And on and on and on...
Christy Duke


"Black hole!"

I recognized the urgent voice as Ian Traver's, one of my best friends. There was only one reason he would be calling me on a land line instead of my cell phone, and only one reason he would nearly shout out what he did.

The world had just gone to hell.

As Ian always said, the term "black hole" was an odd one, but we weren’t geeks for nothing. If you knew you were headed for a black hole and you were about to die, what would you do?

Geeks ran for their lives.

"Understood," I replied.

The line went dead.

I hung up and pulled my cell phone out of my pocket. I pulled the SIM card out then dropped it onto the floor and slammed my foot down on it. I did the same for my tablet, except I didn't smash it. I had a better plan.

I nodded to the receptionist as I passed her and walked out into the corridor. I found the nearest trashcan and dropped my phone and bag into it. I hated giving them up, but I had no choice. Nothing that could be traced could go with me.

I walked across the campus to where the dorms were located. They weren't MIT sanctioned dorms. Just the apartments closest to the campus, like right on the same street as the campus, which was why everyone referred to them as the dorms.

I used the staircase to reach tenth floor then walked down the hallway and knocked on one of the dorm room doors. A big beefy football player goon answered the door, rubbing his eyes as if he'd been asleep.

"Oh hey, man, did we have a tutoring appointment?"

"I need my bag."

"Yeah, sure." The guy stepped back, allowing me to enter the room he shared with another football player. I tutored them both. He walked to his bed then reached down and pulled a bag out from underneath of it.

I took the bag and unzipped it, quickly checking through it to make sure everything was still there, not that I doubted it would be. Craig Thomas might have needed some help getting his chemistry grade up, but he wasn't a bad guy. He'd eagerly agreed to hold onto my bag for me until I needed it in exchange for a deal on me tutoring him.

Once I was assured everything was inside, I zipped it closed. It was a small bag, about the size of a man's shaving kit. Just big enough to hold the items I would need to disappear.

I pulled my wallet out of my pocket and fished two hundred dollar bills out. I held them out to Craig. "I was never here. You never kept a bag for me. Understood?"

Craig's eyes widened. "You don't have to do that, dude. We had a deal."

That was one of the reasons I liked Craig. He was an honest goon. "Take it, go have some fun with your buddies." I handed him the tablet. "If you get a SIM card for this, you can have it, too."

Craig frowned as he took the tablet, then eyed me. "You're not in trouble, are you?"

"No. I got a new tablet, which is why I kept the SIM card, but I remember you telling me you didn't have one."

"A SIM card?"

I smiled. "It's like the key to the brains of the tablet. You can get one down at a computer store. There's one down by the campus library."

"Cool, man. Thanks." Craig was smiling as he looked the tablet over. "You sure you don't need it?"

"I'm good. I got a new one, remember?" At least, I would be getting a new one after this. For right now, nothing electronic would be going with me. "I'm headed out to visit my cousin for a couple of days, but we'll touch base when I get back." I shook a finger at him. "Don't forget to study."

"I hear ya, man." Craig chuckled. "My coach is already thrilled with the new grades."

I'm sure he was. Unless Craig kept his grades up, he'd be kicked off the football team. That was one of the reasons I'd been tutoring him.

After leaving Craig's dorm room, I caught the first public transit bus I could find. It didn't really matter where it was headed, just as long as it was away from the Massachusetts Institute of Technology campus.

When I spotted a second hand shop, I pulled the bell to let the bus driver know I needed off at the next stop. I know buying another set of clothes seemed like overkill, but I was a paranoid bastard. Nothing would be going with me today. Not my cell phone, tablet, or even the clothes on my back.

I found a nice pair of faded jeans, a dark blue Henley shirt, a pair of brown boots, and an army green hip waist canvas jacket with matching woolen cap. I quickly changed in the fitting room then went out and paid for my clothes.

I stuffed everything I would need to take with me into my pockets then donated what I had been wearing and walked out the door. I caught the next bus going by. I rode around for about a half hour before getting off and making my way to the subway.

I took taxis from one subway station to another and took busses to taxi stands then back again. I switched between modes of transpiration several times, taking it one direction them another until I had been all over the city. I moved all around town, slowly making my way west, until anyone who might have been following me had either lost interest or lost me.

It was dark by the time I reached the edge of town. I had a taxi drop me off at a truck stop next to the freeway. I walked inside and found a booth then ordered a coffee. I wasn't sure how long I was going to be here before I found the right driver to take me on the next leg of my trip.

Getting out of town was my top priority. I hated leaving everything behind, but I had no choice. I still didn't know why Ian had sent out an alert and wouldn't until I could find a place to buy a burner phone or reached the house Ian shared with Hank Moore.

I rubbed my temple. My head was throbbing. I knew it was because I didn't know what kind of danger I was in. With the way things had been going lately for the members of the geek squad, it could be anything. Between kidnappings, jungle juice, and psychotic rich collectors, our lives were not boring.

Just once, I wished my life was as boring as shit.


"Do you know who I am?"


Just guessing here.

"Why are you doing this?" Jack asked as if he really didn't know. "I could snap you in half without breaking a sweat and yet you keep doing your damnedest to piss me off."

My lips curled up in a smirk. "Kinky."

Jack's jaw dropped. "I don't know what to do with you."

I dropped my gaze down to where his hard cock pressed against my abdomen. "Oh, I could give you a few ideas."

Jack's thin brows drew together as he frowned. I watched his confusion, my smile growing as he tried to figure out if I was telling the truth or not.

I was.

I planted a hand on each side of Jack's face and drew him in, pressing our lips together. When he did nothing, I licked a line across the seam of his lips, pushing my tongue against them until they parted and allowed me in.

Jack's breath caught and small shudder wracked his body before he grabbed me. Jack's fingers were hard as they dug into my skin. His lips were rough, uncompromising. His hard, muscled body pressed me into the wall as if he was afraid I might try to escape.

I wouldn't.

I was right where I wanted to be, where I'd dreamed of being for months. Jack had no idea what kind of monster he'd released when he kissed me back. I would have left him alone if he pushed me away, but he hadn't.

Poor Jack.

I pulled at his shift until I could push it up out of the way. Jack stopped kissing me long enough to whip it over his head and t hen his lips were back, pressing against mine as he tried to devour me.

I wanted to be devoured.

I dropped my hands down between us and went to work on the buttons and zipper of his pants. Once they were open, I pushed them out of the way until I could fish his cock out of his underwear. Long and thick, hot and silky, it felt perfect in my hands.

I couldn't wait to find out if it felt just as perfect pounding into my ass.

I broke away from Jack's lips and reached for the small wooden box Ian kept on the dresser. I knew from experience that he kept individual packets of lube and condoms in there. I hadn't ever had a guy in here, but I'd jerked off a few times.

Like I said, Ian was a very good host. He supplied his guests with just about everything they could need. I was pretty sure Jack was going to supply me with the rest.

When Jack searched out my lips again, I eagerly gave into the kiss. I thrust my tongue into his mouth, tangling with his. My cock throbbed and leaked when Jack responded, devouring my mouth. I gloried under the hard ravishment of his lips.

When he pulled back to stare into my eyes, we were both panting hard, drawing in great gulps of air. I held up the lube and condoms without saying a word. Jack stared at them. I wasn't sure if he thought they were the best thing he'd seen since sliced bread or if he was afraid they'd jump out and bite him.

Could go either way.

"I'm not gay," Jack whispered.

Well, damn.

"I don't care." I replied.

Well, I did, but I wanted to feel jack fuck me even more.

Jack's eyebrows lifted for a moment before he grabbed both items. He ripped the condom package open and then rolled it down his hard shaft. A moment later, he was lathering himself with the lube.

When he lifted me up, I wrapped my legs around his waist. I knew there wasn't going to be a lot of foreplay, but I was surprised when he just started pushing into me. My breath caught as a searing pain ripped through my ass. I quickly pushed out to make the going just a little easier even though I knew only time would make me feel like I wasn't being split in two.

It was very clear from the way he thrust inside of me that Jack wasn't gay. Luckily, I enjoyed a little pain with my pleasure. Not quite this amount of pain, but I could handle it without breaking.

It took a few thrusts before my ass started to feel as if it was no longer on fire. Jack was definitely no slouch in the cock department. The man filled every inch of my ass every time he thrust into me.

He drove into me as if he was desperate to have my ass wrapped around his cock. His movements were uncoordinated. He teeth were gritted. His fingers dug into my skin, no doubt leaving bruises behind.

It was glorious.

"Harder, Jack," I begged. "Fuck me harder."

Jack growled as he swung me around and dropped me down onto the bed. His arms curled under my legs, pulling my ass up until I was almost bent in half.

Jack's gaze dropped to where we were connected. His eyes darkened as he drove his cock into me over and over again. If the thickening of his cock was anything to go by, Jack liked what he was seeing.

I know I certainly was. My cock was so hard, I was afraid it might shatter if I touched it, but I didn't really need to touch it. I could feel myself barely toward my orgasm like a runaway freight train without breaks.

I cried out as I crested, my head pressing back into the mattress. The cum that shot out of my cock and splattered across my abdomen was squished between us as Jack leaned over me, pressing me back into the mattress.

His teeth bit into my neck as his roar echoed around the room. I felt the warmth as Jack filled the condom with his release. His cock continued to throb and jerk inside of me for several moments.

Jack didn't move. Just stayed right where he was for the longest time. Eventually, he lifted his head to look down at me. There was an almost imperceptible note of pleading in his face, but his dark eyes were hungry and lustful.

"I'm not gay."

The corner of my mouth pulled up into a slight grin as I patted Jack's sweaty back. "Okay, Jack."

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