Storm: (Blood Legion MC) (Bad Boys of X-Ops Book 3) by Rie Warren Page A

mission is not about your cock, Storm. It’s about intel. About putting the Legion into a grave, RIP,” she hissed.
    “I have needs.”
    “Fuck your needs. You have a job. And I’m your superior.”
    “Not in this instance. Not in public.”
    “We are not in public right now.”
    “I’ll ask you again. Knowing I want you, Blaize, want to fuck you, why did you volunteer?” I loomed over her, need stretching my skin tight. “You’re the smartest person I know, bar none. Playing dumb isn’t part of your repertoire. Never has been.”
    She spun away, kicked her foot, sending a pile of seedy XXX magazines flying. “I can get in with the women of Legion. Get close to them. Something you can’t do unless you fuck them.”
    From behind, I slid my hands up her arms to her shoulders. “Would that bother you? ’Cause right now I can’t get a read on you, and I’m usually an ace profiler.”
    Blaize whirled around, shaking her head. She denied-denied-denied without taking a single breath. All the while standing too close, breathing too fast.
    “There’s no way we could work, Storm. Or should I call you Nash? Yes, I’m aware you look at me like something you’re starving for. But it’d be foolish to put my job on the line for someone like you.”
    I pressed two fingers against her lips. Her heat spilled across my body, and she stopped shouting.
    “Someone like me?” I asked.
    “A player with easy pussy on the brain.”
    “There’s no way in hell I think you’re easy.” I dropped my eyes. “You’re a hard act to follow, Blaize. And I only want you.”
    “Don’t. Don’t say that,” she hushed.
    Raising my hands between us, I touched her cheeks. “What? That I want you?” I exhaled a curse. “Been beating my head on the desk, beating off over you for so goddamn long I feel like I’m dying for just one single taste.”
    Her breath skipped out in shudder-stops that hit my throat as she stepped in closer.
    “You’re bleeding.” Her hand slipped from my eyebrow—the one already scarred—to my cheek to my bare chest.
    Now that she mentioned it, my cheekbone did twinge a little. I’d taken my fair share of hits, but I’d definitely rained down the pain, too. A few cuts and bruises compared to taking a long dirt nap way before my time went in the win column for me.
    My skin shivered wherever she touched, chills rising on my flesh. When her knuckles brushed a nipple, her fingertips trailing through the black hair on my chest, I grabbed her wrist.
    “You’re getting awfully close for someone who wants to be my old lady in name only, cher .”
    Blaize pulled away.
    I stood still, closing my eyes, unclenching my hands. When I was reasonably sure I could control my dick, knowing I’d be spending this night and many more with Blaize in the same goddamn room, I opened my eyelids.
    Blaize was foraging through her pack.
    Making my way to the far door, I said, “We can clean up in here.”
    I opened the connecting bathroom door. And quickly shut it on the scene of what had to be some sort of crime.
    A misdemeanor in slobbiness? A capital crime in sloth?
    Jesus.
    I stuck my arm in far enough to flush the crapper.
    I couldn’t open the door all the way due to dirty clothes and damp towels cluttering the floor. And the shower? Probably cockroach heaven and marijuana roach hotel. The bowels of hell. The ashtray of Hades . . .
    Blaize looked over at me as I cleared my throat and wiped my streaming eyes.
    “Or maybe not,” I said. “I’ll take care of it tomorrow.”
    “It can’t be that bad.” Sauntering over, Blaize ducked her head inside the toxic waste zone before I could stop her. And came out gagging. “Oh my God!”
    Falling together, we laughed.
    We laughed.
    Hadn’t done that with a chick. Ever .
    Her arms hugged around my waist, and I circled her in my embrace. I kept it light, too taken with the way small bubbles of giggles trailed from her lips and caressed the skin of my neck.
    We laughed