Special Forces: Operation Alpha: Protecting Beauty (Kindle Worlds Novella) (The Bounty Hunters: The Marino Bros. Book 5) Read Online Free
her again. Are you okay with that?” he asked as he began to walk her backwards towards the hatch and to the small room below that had an incredibly soft bed.
Melody just nodded. Speechless. Oh yes. She was more than okay with that.
“Good, then,” he snapped as he turned his wife around. Melody nodded as her suddenly boneless body felt the pressure of his erection pushing up tightly against her.
Tex turned with a small limp, bent to open the hatch as his wife looked on. Then taking his hand, she allowed him to go down the hatch first before he helped her down the few steps to the berth below. All thoughts of anything except what the two of them were about to do fled their minds. Tex’s brown eyes were hungry with desire. And so was she.
Chapter 3
A FEW HOURS later, Tex gazed back at the now much more distant island. The two story old style Florida home where he had seen Catarina Stone was just a spec on the horizon now, but he doubted he would be able to get the image of her standing there out of his mind for a very long time.
He began to pull up anchor on the small craft. It was a nice boat. He’d contemplated getting one for himself this past year. He enjoyed boats, always had and had loved his time on the water training to be a SEAL. It reminded him of his childhood growing up in Virginia. His parents loved to sail too and took him out often. The water was in his blood.
But that house and Catarina were now on his mind. Melody was below deck. Sleeping. Enjoying a well-deserved afternoon nap. They had taken that swim, after making love, and then made love again. He would let her sleep for now. But he knew his woman would wake up famished, and she would want to talk. He planned to dock the boat at a little restaurant the rental company had told him about. They claimed it served great seafood right along the water. The Shoal , as it was called, had a dock for boaters to pull up and grab a bite while they enjoyed their day on the water. It sounded perfect.
He looked towards the distant shoreline. Seeing Cat after all these years had surprised him. No, shocked him. Hers was a face he’d never expected to see again. She must be close to thirty years old by now, maybe thirty-one. It had been over twelve years since he had seen her.
She had been barely eighteen when he and his team of FBI agents worked her case. He was fresh out of the academy then, twenty-six years old. In fact, it was only the third case he worked on. His first case was a series of bank robberies, and the second case a kidnapping. It had been exhilarating to capture the bad guys, bring them to justice. But her case had been different. It took longer—months and months of gathering Intel, and data, following the money trail, while keeping their eyes and ears open watching all the players in the massive sting operation. Too long, he remorsefully recalled. And the burden of the case ruined him, ruined his desire to keep working for the government in that capacity because the victims suffered hour after hour, day after day, night after night, and he was helpless to do anything to stop it.
He knew then the job had not been the right decision for him, but working for justice was in his blood. His father had been a police officer, and so proud when his only son announced he had been chosen from the other new officers to go to Quantico for special training. His mother had been proud as well. Both of them raised him to love and respect country. His mother’s family came from old Virginia stock, and were proud of their military heritage and service. His father was originally from Texas, and they spent time there in his youth before moving to Virginia. His father had been a Texas Ranger and later a sheriff after moving to Virginia. So, it was in his blood to protect and serve.
Having their son pursue a career in law enforcement, well suffice it to say his parents could not have been prouder of their only child. John and Diana Keegan thought his path was a
Melody just nodded. Speechless. Oh yes. She was more than okay with that.
“Good, then,” he snapped as he turned his wife around. Melody nodded as her suddenly boneless body felt the pressure of his erection pushing up tightly against her.
Tex turned with a small limp, bent to open the hatch as his wife looked on. Then taking his hand, she allowed him to go down the hatch first before he helped her down the few steps to the berth below. All thoughts of anything except what the two of them were about to do fled their minds. Tex’s brown eyes were hungry with desire. And so was she.
Chapter 3
A FEW HOURS later, Tex gazed back at the now much more distant island. The two story old style Florida home where he had seen Catarina Stone was just a spec on the horizon now, but he doubted he would be able to get the image of her standing there out of his mind for a very long time.
He began to pull up anchor on the small craft. It was a nice boat. He’d contemplated getting one for himself this past year. He enjoyed boats, always had and had loved his time on the water training to be a SEAL. It reminded him of his childhood growing up in Virginia. His parents loved to sail too and took him out often. The water was in his blood.
But that house and Catarina were now on his mind. Melody was below deck. Sleeping. Enjoying a well-deserved afternoon nap. They had taken that swim, after making love, and then made love again. He would let her sleep for now. But he knew his woman would wake up famished, and she would want to talk. He planned to dock the boat at a little restaurant the rental company had told him about. They claimed it served great seafood right along the water. The Shoal , as it was called, had a dock for boaters to pull up and grab a bite while they enjoyed their day on the water. It sounded perfect.
He looked towards the distant shoreline. Seeing Cat after all these years had surprised him. No, shocked him. Hers was a face he’d never expected to see again. She must be close to thirty years old by now, maybe thirty-one. It had been over twelve years since he had seen her.
She had been barely eighteen when he and his team of FBI agents worked her case. He was fresh out of the academy then, twenty-six years old. In fact, it was only the third case he worked on. His first case was a series of bank robberies, and the second case a kidnapping. It had been exhilarating to capture the bad guys, bring them to justice. But her case had been different. It took longer—months and months of gathering Intel, and data, following the money trail, while keeping their eyes and ears open watching all the players in the massive sting operation. Too long, he remorsefully recalled. And the burden of the case ruined him, ruined his desire to keep working for the government in that capacity because the victims suffered hour after hour, day after day, night after night, and he was helpless to do anything to stop it.
He knew then the job had not been the right decision for him, but working for justice was in his blood. His father had been a police officer, and so proud when his only son announced he had been chosen from the other new officers to go to Quantico for special training. His mother had been proud as well. Both of them raised him to love and respect country. His mother’s family came from old Virginia stock, and were proud of their military heritage and service. His father was originally from Texas, and they spent time there in his youth before moving to Virginia. His father had been a Texas Ranger and later a sheriff after moving to Virginia. So, it was in his blood to protect and serve.
Having their son pursue a career in law enforcement, well suffice it to say his parents could not have been prouder of their only child. John and Diana Keegan thought his path was a
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