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Chapter six

Surveillance

Mateo

A fter all I’d seen in the Marines and CIA, Kylie Vega managed the impossible. She had stunned me speechless with her beauty. If I could compose prose other than lines of code, I would write sonnets in her name.

When she had answered the front door, I had been dazed like I’d taken a beating. Now, I was not much of a talker most days, but I came close to swallowing my tongue at the young, sexy widow.

Kylie stood a few inches above five feet, with soft, golden skin stretched over delicate features. But it was her heart-shaped face with high cheekbones and plump lips that were made for sucking a man’s cock that stole the show for me.

And don’t even get me started about her tight little body or the plump outline of her tits.

I had fought a hard-on all damn day without reprieve. For such a big house, I had run into her constantly today.

Once we returned with our luggage and equipment, we spent the better part of the day installing the security equipment: cameras, sensors, and extra locks on all external doors. We turned the second-floor study into my tech base of operations. From here, with the bevy of computers and monitor screens, I could watch every inch of the house’s interior.

It was a first step toward securing the estate and protecting Kylie, as well as gathering all the intel we hoped to find on her husband’s business dealings with Luka Santos. Tomorrow we would tackle the exterior. That meant more camera feeds funneling into these computers to manage. But if I couldn’t handle security footage on this scale, I was in the wrong line of work.

I had already tapped into the feed of the original security system. This way, I could review all the prior footage for a complete understanding of the estate. Although to do a job of this magnitude and pull it off successfully, we had to add a shit ton of cameras and motion sensors outside to monitor and spot any external movement.

But for tonight at least, the house and the Phoenix were secure.

I located a backlog of videos from the security camera feed. It was like Christmas and my birthday rolled into one. Tomorrow was soon enough to start combing through all the footage. The fact that Carlos Vega hadn’t erased any of the surveillance that was recorded was incredibly dumb on the dude’s part. Likely one of the reasons he was dead. But then, most people weren’t computer savvy, not even criminals.

My fingers flew over the keyboard as I sat in front of the bank of monitors. I went room by room, switching camera feeds and ensuring every camera we added was online and fully operational. There were extra cameras at each entrance, both inside and on the external door outside her bedroom. Axel was stationed outside Kylie’s door. He’d not left her side most of the day. Lucky bastard. I saluted him through the screen.

“You good in here?” Gideon poked his head into the room.

“Yeah. Everything’s quiet on the western front.” I laughed at my own humor.

“Good. I’m gonna get some shut eye. I’ll relieve you at zero four hundred and take over in here so you can get some rest.”

“Roger that.” I nodded at Gideon and mock-saluted him. “Watching her will be a far cry easier than some of our previous assignments.”

“She’s a means to an end.”

“A hot means to that end. I definitely wouldn’t kick her out of bed.”

Gideon sighed heartily. I knew it was because of the load he carried, being in charge of our unit and always looking out for us. Just like he’d done when we were in the Marines. “Call me if something pops up.” He strode away, leaving me alone in the room.

I understood his attitude, Gideon’s indifference toward Kylie. The last woman we shared burned us to a fucking crisp. It had left each of us broken in our own ways, and Gideon kept himself contained and aloof because of it. But I doubted he’d be averse to taking the widow with the sweet, heart-shaped ass to bed.

But in his defense, his brother had been murdered by Santos eight months ago. The only thing driving him now was revenge.

And I understood it. If it had been my brother Santos had killed, there wasn’t a place on Earth he could hide where I wouldn’t hunt him down.

It was one of the reasons I was here now. To help my brother from another mother get his vengeance. While at the same time following orders from our commander at the Central Intelligence Agency.

I switched my attention back to the computer screens. I familiarized myself with the rooms, the hallways, and darkened corners where men could hide, taking note of where I thought we needed to improve security.

Then with a few keystrokes, I checked on our lovely widow.

“Fuck me.”

My jaw slackened. She was a fucking knockout. A goddess among mere mortals. And she was currently naked as the day she was born, sexily sprawled in her bed. Her hands roved over her body, caressing herself.

My dick throbbed at the sight. Painfully.

Kylie had high, firm breasts with pale pink nipples. They were large enough to fill my hands, and I wanted to suck on those beautiful nipples until they reddened. Kylie plucked at the buds, rubbing her thighs together as her ardor rose.

I couldn’t watch her masturbate. I shouldn’t watch her do this.

But fuck me, it would take my entire Raiders unit to drag my gaze away. And even then, I would fight them just to catch the show.

The luminous waves of her cinnamon-hued hair was spread over the pillows. I wondered if it was as soft as it looked. A few tendrils fell over her slim shoulders. Transfixed, I watched one of her hands descend over her torso. When her hand dipped down between her thighs, I groaned.

“She’s killing me.”

Unable to help myself as her thighs fell open, I hit a few commands and magnified her image. She was the most perfectly formed woman. She was Aphrodite sent down to tempt me.

I gazed with ravenous hunger at her bare pussy, imagining her taste and how she’d feel with my cock buried in her sheath. I groaned when her delicate fingers rubbed her pink clit. Pleasure contorted her features.

It was like watching a live sex show. And I was here for it.

When my dick throbbed in agony, I did the only thing I could to relieve the ache. Unzipping my pants, I withdrew my erection. I spat in my hand and began stroking my member. It was wrong on so many levels, watching her like this without her knowledge. But nothing short of the nuclear apocalypse would drag me away.

I imagined replacing her fingers with mine. Feeling her slick dew coat my fingertips as I rubbed her swollen nub until she writhed, begging me for more.

Caught up in the fantasy, I flipped the audio in her room on. Her breathy sighs as she rubbed her fingers faster over her clit went straight to my dick.

“Put those fingers in your cunt, baby.” I groaned the command, increasing my pace, fisting my hand tighter as I stroked my dick.

But she didn’t follow my command. At least, not right away. Kylie appeared to be drawing her pleasure out, unknowingly showing me how she wanted her cunt touched. I was so fucking here for it. She had me mesmerized with the way her fingers rubbed and flicked the tiny nub.

“Fuck, just like that.” I groaned when she finally, thank fuck, plunged two fingers into her drenched pussy.

Her hips rocked as she pleasured herself. I liked watching. It was one reason I didn’t mind sharing a woman with my best buds. Being a voyeur had its perks. And I couldn’t help but imagine what her pussy would feel like. But Kylie kept surprising the fuck out of me. She obviously enjoyed pleasure and didn’t shy away from it. If anything, she exalted in it. I found it deeply arousing. She was without a doubt the sexiest woman I’d ever met. And nothing like any of the women we’d hooked up with and shared. A woman like Kylie, who displayed such an insane amount of passion, might even be up for being with all of us. That heady thought, taking her with my best buds and watching her come undone made my colt jolt.

My strokes grew hurried. Kylie writhed, her hips undulating, fingers plunged in her slick heat.

I ached to feel her pussy clenching around my shaft as she plucked at her nipples with her other hand. Kylie was completely lost in her ecstasy. And it was the sexiest goddamn thing I’d ever watched.

Could Axel hear her moans outside her door? Was he imagining fucking her as much as I was?

Fuck, what would she look like between the four of us? Letting each of us take our turn as we pounded her pretty cunt. Axel and I liked fucking a woman together. Would she be down for double penetration? I’d bet her ass would clamp down on my dick and make me come harder than ever.

Faster and faster, her fingers thrust. I matched my pace with hers, stroking my dick and rocking into my hand. My climax built, electrifying my being. I was so damn close it wouldn’t take much more to shove me into bliss, but I wanted to come with her so that it was like we were sharing this masturbation session. Almost like we were having sex instead being separated by the distance.

Kylie wailed. Her body seized up, shaking as she came.

Watching her, wishing she had come on my cock, was all it took to shove me over the edge into bliss.

Electricity zapped along my spine, and my balls drew taut. My cock painfully swelled. My gaze never left her gorgeous body as I ejaculated. Streams of come landed on my shirt, ecstasy ripping through me as I climaxed. I came so hard I almost fell out of the chair.

Fuck.

I leaned back in my seat with my now flaccid dick, riding bliss-infused waves. Semen was splattered over my shirt. And I stared at the vision of Kylie. Had I ever seen such a gorgeous climax? Even now, with her golden body flushed pink in her ecstasy, I had never craved a woman more.

I vowed that before this case was over, I would know what her pussy tasted like and what it felt like clasped around my cock while she came.