Moth

Moth by Jennifer Foor



To my husband Timothy.

You are always such an inspiration to me.





Chapter 1


The chime is loud and annoying, and what’s worse is knowing it’s work telling me my night of rest is going to be cut short. While I take a second to allow my brain to function, I feel a nudge at my side. “Are you going to shut that thing up? What the hell, Tim?”

I cringe every time I hear her call me that. It’s just a reminder of how little she knows me, or how little I want her to know.

I slap my hand around the bedside table until I feel a familiar object. My eyes open just as the bright screen is inches from my face. A double check of the time tells me it’s half past three in the morning. “Yeah, Agent Douglas.”

“It’s me,” my director in charge, John Lawson reiterates, even though I recognized the number. “You’re going to need to get your team together.”

“I thought we weren’t leaving until noon.”

“Plans change. We need to get a jump on this guy. He’s unpredictable. This case needs to be closed. I’m getting heat about it from above. With the amount of resources we have, we should have nailed this guy a long time ago. We have to be one step ahead this time. I don’t want to have to pull your team from the case. Get me results.”

I wipe my eyes as I listen. It feels like he’s challenging my authority and the work we’ve done to secure this operation. It’s been painstaking and no one wants it over with more than me. “I’ll be in as soon as I can.”

“Meet at the surveillance platform house. The chopper will be fueled and ready.”

The place we use as our secret headquarters is off the beaten path. There’s plenty of room for a helicopter to land in the back without drawing a lot of attention. With crime the way it is in Guatemala, it’s normal to hear the sounds of choppers frequently. Not that it matters. If everything goes smoothly this will be the last time we’re at this location. When it’s all said and done a team will come in and pack all the files we’ve collected. Most are already digitalized for safekeeping anyway.

I don’t say goodbye well, so I’m already sitting up and feeling around for my boxers and pants.

The mattress moves behind me, a reminder that I’m not in my small studio apartment back in Miami. Instead I’m bunked up with a familiar chick I’ve known for some time while doing business in her town. Half of my team is still in the states, while a few remain here in Guatemala to continue monitoring the property our operation is focused on. We take turns doing surveillance. It’s important we’re rested up in case of an emergency. I wouldn’t exactly call the last twenty four hours resting, but getting my dick wet every now and again relieves pent up stress.

I send a group text before standing and pulling my pants over my hips.

Her exotic accent is difficult to make out since I’m still groggy. I feel her arms wrapping around me as she speaks. “Do you have to leave so soon? We were just getting started.”

A snarl escapes me. It would be easy to fall back into bed and give her another round of hardcore pounding. It’s all I’m good for and she knows it. I sit then twist around so she’s leaning against me. Her hair is spread out across my lap and I run the back of my hand over it. “It’s work, babe. Duty calls.”

She seems annoyed. Ali, short for Alijandra thinks I’m an airline pilot. What I do for a living has to remain a secret. Knowing my real identity poses a threat to her safety, and it doesn’t sit right with me. For that reason I keep my badge and gun locked inside of the compartment on my motorcycle. I can’t take the chance of falling asleep and her prying in my book bag being nosey.

There’s always the chance that she’s not who she claims to be. This woman could be working for the enemy and the less she knows the better.

Not that I think she’s a secret agent, but being aware it’s possible keeps me in check. My life doesn’t have room for romance or feelings. It is what it is. When I’m in town we f*ck. She likes it just as much as I do. “Will you be back soon?”

I almost flinch a smile. It’s a compliment to my ego when she practically begs for more. “Maybe.” I take her in. Her skin still glistens with sweat from our last encounter. With only a squeaky ceiling fan above, it tends to get uncomfortably hot while we’re getting it on. The scent of her * lingers on my beard, forcing an unstable hunger I know hasn’t yet been quenched.

Her fingers trace my lips. “I’ll make it worth your while.” I know she will. Her smooth caramel skin is like my favorite dessert. Since I’m not around often I treat her like one, savoring every lick, each bite.

I grab her by the hair and pull her up until we’re kissing. Unsurprisingly, I’m immediately turned on. I know time is of the essence so I come up with a solution to best suit our situation. I pull away and look into her chocolate colored eyes. “I can’t focus today if all I can smell is your * on my face. Let’s take a shower. I’m sure we can figure out a way for a proper goodbye.” I shove down my pants as I say it, immediately standing while offering a hand for her to join me. The grin plastered across her face is a telltale sign I have her full attention.

Only minutes later we’re under a stream of piping hot water in a full blown grope fest. Her tits are a perfect fit in the palm on my hands. I cup them and dive down to suckle the beads of water pouring down her delectable skin.