fastened her shirt as best they could. Damn. He had to get her back to her room before anyone saw her like this.
“You owe me a shirt,” she grumbled.
He grabbed her hand and led her into the trees. “You bet. I look forward to seeing you lying back on my bunk, wearing my shirt, with my come drying on your thighs.”
Her lips parted. “Stop that. God, you drive me crazy.”
“I have another fantasy.” He lowered his voice. “I want to fuck you on your desk in the comp lab while you’re wearing one of those tight skirts of yours rucked up around your hips.”
“Reed!” Her breathing sped up a little. “Hopefully not while Noah or any of the others on the tech team are around.”
“Hell, no! No one sees you naked but me. Got it?”
She smiled, her teeth white in the darkness. “Got it.”
Chapter Seven
Reed leapt off the Hawk. He was hot, sweaty and tired. The rest of Hell Squad exited behind him. The landing pads were busy as always, and a small crew rushed over to check the Hawk.
At least he wasn’t covered in raptor blood…for a change. Their mission had turned into simple recon.
A fucking large troop of raptor soldiers was setting up a base in the remnants of a nearby town. Too bloody close to Blue Mountain Base for any of them to be happy.
Hell Squad had hidden and taken a buttload of photos of the raptors bringing in supplies. He swung his mayhem over his shoulder. Now they had to decide what to do about it.
“Need to brief Holmes,” Marcus said.
The rest of the squad nodded. Then Reed spotted Natalya hurrying toward him. She was dressed in a dark-gray skirt that shaped over her curves, with a pale-blue shirt tucked into it, emphasizing her waist and hourglass figure.
Damn . Even being as hot and tired as he was, his cock responded.
“Hi.” She lifted a hand and waved.
“Natalya,” Marcus said as the rest of the squad grunted and waved.
She shot Reed a small, private smile he felt all the way to his bones. Then she looked at Marcus again. “I’ve been waiting for you to come back.” She took in a deep breath. “I think I’ve worked out a way to use the energy cubes against the raptors.”
Marcus’ blue gaze caught Reed’s over Natalya’s head. “Go on.”
“The energy cube Reed brought in…it’s a command cube. It can be added to others and it controls them. I’ve also discovered we have to be really careful with them…I only got a small electric shock but they are capable of killing if used incorrectly.”
Shit . A muscle ticked in Reed’s jaw. She could have killed herself when that cube had shocked her.
“But that’s not what I wanted to tell you.” A hesitant smile. “I’ve worked out a way to upload a virus to it that would essentially kill any other cubes it’s attached to. It renders them useless.”
“The raptors couldn’t get energy from them, then?” Reed asked.
She shook her head. “And I think it would destroy some key components in the cubes.”
“Meaning?” Marcus prompted.
“Meaning they wouldn’t be able to repair the cubes and use them again. Ever.”
“Damn,” Shaw said. “That is sweet, Natalya. Good work.”
Reed grabbed her and yanked her off her feet. He pressed a quick kiss to her lips. “Nice work, brown-eyed girl.”
Heat colored her cheeks and she shot a quick sideways glance at Hell Squad. All of whom were grinning at them. “Ah…thanks.”
“All right. Showers will have to wait,” Marcus rasped. “Everyone to Ops. I’ll have the general meet us there.”
“Come on.” Reed pulled Natalya along with him.
Soon they pushed through the doors to the Operations Area. Inside, the large room nicknamed the Hive, was busy with rows of drone operators sitting in front of live-feed screens. Other people bustled around carrying tablets.
Hell Squad moved to a conference room off the main room. Someone had taped a sign to the door that said “Hell Squad.” They’d also drawn a caricature of a muscle-bound,
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