Only Mine (Honey Mountain #5)(79)

“Oh my god,” I cried out as little bursts of light exploded behind my eyes. My hands fell from his head and gripped the sheets as the most powerful orgasm I’d ever experienced exploded through my body.

I shook and whimpered, and he didn’t let up. He held me there as I rode out every last bit of pleasure.

When my body stopped shaking, and my breathing slowed, he raised his head from between my legs, which made me laugh.

“Better?” He quirked a brow.

“I mean… I guess. I barely noticed.” I laughed, and he pulled himself up and tickled me until I couldn’t take it. “Fine. Yes. It was life changing. You’re the best lover I’ve ever had, Wolf Wayburn.”

“Damn straight. And don’t you forget it.” His dark blue eyes locked with mine, and his head moved when his phone vibrated on the nightstand.

“Who would be calling you this early?” I asked.

He shifted off me like he couldn’t get to the phone fast enough, and he looked down at the screen. “Fuck.”

I pushed to sit up. “What is it?”

He stormed through his bedroom, dialing a number and pulling on his briefs before he held the phone to his ear. “Tell me.”

Tell him what?

I hurried to my feet and pulled on my panties and found Wolf’s big Navy sweatshirt and slipped it over my head before padding out to the living room. He was pacing in front of the window, his muscles straining as his fist clenched on his free hand. I put on some coffee, figuring he’d need it for whatever he was dealing with.

“How long?” he growled, and he looked up when I offered him a cup of coffee, but he shook his head, his gaze locked with mine.

This was bad. I knew it in my gut.

“Of course, I’ll be there. I’ll be on the next flight.” He moved toward the laptop sitting on the kitchen island and pulled up an airline and typed in Quetta International Airport while listening intently to the person on the phone.

“You waited too fucking long,” he hissed and ran a hand through his hair before slamming his laptop closed.

“Yes. I can do it. I’ll leave shortly and see you tomorrow. Get the team ready.” He ended the call and stormed toward his bedroom.

“Wolf.” I walked behind him and almost had to jog to keep up. “What’s going on?”

He pulled a duffle bag from his closet and tossed a few items of clothing into it before turning to face me. “I have to leave. I can’t tell you much more than I’m going to Pakistan to find Bullet.”

“What? You can tell me more because you aren’t in the Navy anymore.”

He moved to the built-in drawers in his closet and pulled out some briefs and socks and added them to the bag along with a pair of boots. “I’m going as an independent contractor.”

“Wait.” I reached for his arm and forced him to stop moving. “Where is he? Please tell me what’s going on.”

Was I breathing heavily?

Why were my hands tingling?

“Bullet has been fucking taken prisoner. He’s being held somewhere in Afghanistan.” His gaze locked with mine, and his jaw ticked.

“Why do you need to go? They already have people there. It’s dangerous.” My voice cracked, and a large lump formed in the back of my throat.

“Because I’ve trained to do this. Because I’m his best shot. They aren’t searching for him. We’re going to put together a small team of our own, and I’ll go in. He’s got a wife and kids, Dylan. I can’t leave him there. I can’t.”

“You’ve got me,” I croaked, sounding so pathetic and desperate I barely recognized my own voice. Even as I said it, I thought of Jaqueline and the boys and knew he needed to go if he thought he could make a difference. But I was scared to death.

“I’ve already told you more than I should. Do not tell anyone where I’m going. Say that you don’t know, and I didn’t tell you anything when my family hounds you. You need to just trust me, okay?” He squeezed my hand before turning around and bending down to zip up his bag. “I have to go now. I’ll be in touch when I can.”

When he walked out of the closet, his long strides moved down the hallway, and I chased after him. “I’m coming with you. Give me five minutes.”

He whipped around, and my chest crashed into his. “No fucking way. Don’t even think about it.”

“I can just be there waiting, so at least I’ll be there if anything happens and you need me.”

He put his hand on my cheek, and I could see the struggle in his dark blue gaze. He was conflicted. He knew this was dangerous. Would this be the last time I’d see him?

“That’s not how this works, Minx. You can’t help me with this. You aren’t trained, and it isn’t safe. I’ll contact you as soon as I can. Stay. Fucking. Put. Do you hear me?”

Tears were streaming down my face now, and I didn’t care. “You can’t tell me what to do. I know you’re flying into Quetta International Airport. I saw you book the flight, and I’m quite capable of booking my own flight, too.”

“Do you know how fucking dangerous that would be?” he shouted, and he pulled his hand away like I’d just threatened his life. “Do not fucking leave this country. Do you hear me?”