Reggie walked into the brush to keep her voice from waking the Delgado family. The sat phone got sucky reception in this area, but it was better than nothing. “Steph, it’s Reggie.”
Stephanie Cooper’s voice came through the line in a whisper. “Glad to hear from you. I assume everything is still okay?”
“Yes, I’ve got four packages to deliver to you.”
“Four?” Stephanie’s voice rose, and Reggie heard the rustling of sheets and a few mutters and whispers as her friend spoke to someone—it sounded like several someones—in the room. Steph put her on speaker because Reggie distinctly heard several men talking in the background. “I sent you there for one. What the hell happened?”
“Things change. These are all foreign nationals. Refugees really.”
“Who’s got them in their sights?”
“Francisco Muñoz…and probably Diego Garcia.”
Someone whistled in the background, and a man said, “She’s in some serious shit.”
“Exactly why we need some serious protection. I’ve got the target, and with him comes a woman and two kids. All human. Passports are for the Delgado family, hailing from Mexico City. It’s been slow going, but we’re almost to the Belize border. The Jeep died this morning, so we’ve been hitching rides on donkey carts and flatboats. Neither is the ultimate in luxury or speed. Also, traveling with humans is far from ideal, but I couldn’t risk renting a plane until we put some distance between us.”
“Sounds like more than you bargained for, Reg. I’m sorry about that.”
“Not to worry. I ran into some friends. They have some connections in Belmopan. Details to follow.”
The words, “Santiago brothers,” came over the signal in a man’s voice.
“That’s affirmative,” Reggie said with a smile.
“I’ll alert Lucas and Laughton,” Stephanie said. “We’ll work it out on our end. And you, Reg? If Garcia’s on your asses—”
“We caught the scent of someone following us last night, so we’ve revised our route. I’ll feel better once we have these people on their way to you. We’ll bury the trail for a while and then figure something out. I don’t want him following our passports back to the States from Belize. I want a bit of distance. Hopefully we can make it to an alternate city and get out from there.”
“Watch your back.”
“Will do. One more thing. You were told with the last package that the CIA has discovered Diego Garcia has ties in the US?”
“Yes, and I’m…” Stephanie paused. “I was actually fucking the last package when you called.”
“Sorry to interrupt.” Reggie glanced back toward camp, thinking she’d like to be fucking someone about now.
“When duty calls,” her friend said, “you take that call.”
“You’re such a geek, Steph, but I do appreciate the sacrifice.” Reggie heard the sound of husky laughter in the background—definitely more than one man. Her little bunny friend had been busy. “The target came into contact with a shifter in Garcia’s cartel. With that little revelation came more intel. He not only discovered Garcia is a serpent-shifter but an anaconda.”
“Shit. That makes him worse than nasty.”
“Yeah, it’s world of nasty shit. Not only that but he has contacts and ties to other serpent-shifters in the US. He found out these things through his computer work. Records, correspondence, that sort of shit, all siphoned through a man named Haney in Washington, DC, and get this. The dude was some kind of teacher.”
“Yeah, it’s familiar. The alpha’s wife was almost killed because of this shit. Go on.”
“One of his major contacts—I guess it was buried pretty deep—is Esteban Santos. Seems the operative was right, and your instincts to send me have paid off. We’re uploading a slew of files as we speak. I think you’ll be happy with the evidence.”
“Keep that man safe, Reggie. I’ll want his testimony for chain of custody.”
“Just a few more days and we’ll be home free. Now get back to what you were doing. Can’t wait to hear this story. You can buy me a margarita when I get there.”
“I’ll buy you a bucketful,” Stephanie said with a laugh.
She lay back on her elbows and bent her legs, allowing them to fall open, exposing her pussy, her clit, her quivering lips to his gaze. He settled between her legs, stretched out along the shallow, rocky stream, and lifted her out of the water, her ass held tightly in his hands. He lapped up her thighs, and the touch of his rough tongue on her skin made her head fall back in delight. She shivered as he lapped closer and closer to her hot sex, nosing through her pubic hair, licking each of her lips and then sucking gently before he speared his tongue inside of her.
“Ohhh…” She almost fell backward, but she kept herself upright, wanting to watch his dark head dipping and moving between her thighs.
When he latched onto her clit, she trembled violently, and when he began to suck in a rhythmic pulse, her hips began to move in time with the magic of his mouth. Higher and higher she spiraled until, finally, mercifully, her muscles tightened and she fell back into the water, her head barely cresting the surface. Her hips jerked up against his mouth, and she pressed herself to him, her body bucking and jerking beneath him. He continued to suck, and she keened, her hips rocking against his mouth, his tongue and lips sucking and kissing and torturing every cell in her lower body. Her breasts ached, needing to be touched, pinched, pulled, and her nipples wanted desperately to be…
She grabbed each nipple between her thumb and index finger and twisted violently, pulling and rolling them until they burned and throbbed. And then he was there, his body rising up. She pushed herself up, and his cock slid between her breasts, a thick, hot length of silky steel. He grabbed her breasts and squeezed them together, sheltering his cock between mounds of flesh and offering a firm sheath to rub out a climax. He stared down at her.
“Lick it,” he demanded.
His cock was so long it ran between her breasts all the way to her chin. She dipped her face and licked the head, catching the drops of pre-cum and relishing the salty taste of him.
“Suck it,” he ordered.
She opened her mouth, and with each rock of his body, his cock rubbed the soft mounds of her breasts and the tip entered her mouth, where she allowed it to scrape along the edge of her teeth.
Jaw clenched, Cruz rocked steadily, through her breasts and between her lips, the moisture of her mouth soaking his dick. She felt the smooth stones against her back, the cool water flowing over her skin, but most of her focus was on the sensation of the dick sliding over her skin and the taste of him in her mouth. His thighs stiffened, and she knew he would come any moment.
“Fuck yeah,” he groaned, and his head fell back.
She opened her mouth, and he filled it, his cum jetting from his pulsing cock and splashing against her lips and dripping down her breasts. His body shuddered, and he squeezed her breasts unmercifully, the pain of his grip intensifying the sensations flooding her body as he pushed his dick farther into her mouth.
She reached beneath him and shoved two fingers into her pussy, plunging three times very fast as she viciously rubbed her clit in small circles with her thumb. Her body jerked. Her pussy latched onto her fingers in a viselike grip as she came, pounding with the beat of her heart, her clit throbbing. Within seconds, the ache was appeased.
He pulled out of her mouth, and she licked the remaining drops of cum from her skin. He dipped his finger into a small puddle on her breasts and held it to her mouth. She wrapped her lips around his finger and sucked. He cradled her face between his hands and pressed his lips to hers, sliding his tongue inside and devouring her mouth. When he pulled away, he gave her another softer kiss.
“Next time I’ll come in your pussy.”
She gave him a small smile. “Who says there will be a next time?”
“That’s funny,” he said with a husky laugh.