It was a year ago this month that Broken Soldier (Shadow Unit Book 1) was published. With Book 3 (Hunted Soldier) well underway, I wanted to show some love on this Throwback Thursday to Sergeant Connor Finley and Sergeant Shawn Weller’s first mission with a free read of Chapter One!
Sergeant Connor Finley and Sergeant Shawn Weller are dedicated soldiers working covert ops for Shadow Unit — a joint UK/US anti-terrorism task force.
Partners in the field and out, they had been through hell together for the last four years and made it through standing side by side. But when their latest undercover op to bring down an arms dealer plunges them into a world of drugs, sex and violence, Shawn must literally get in bed with the enemy in order to complete the mission. And Connor is forced to watch, helpless, as his partner is broken into pieces.
Will love be enough to put them both back together or will this be their final mission?
WARNING: Contains scenes of drug use, graphic sex and realistic situations
The first thing Sergeant Connor Finley noticed was the heat. He hadn’t been on the tiny balcony for more than three minutes and his green t-shirt was already damp with sweat and sticking to his chest and back. What he wouldn’t give to be at home in his native cool and wet London instead of Kuala Lumpur in the middle of summer. And at the Ritz instead of this crappy hotel in the middle of Chinatown.
Connor brushed a bead of sweat from his brow and leaned cautiously against the sagging railing to better overlook his surroundings. It was an assault to all five of his senses. Everywhere he looked was a riot of color – the bright clothing of the tourists and locals, the fabric awnings over the shops and the flags flying above the stalls that lined every inch of the crowded streets. He drew in a breath of air that was filled with the smells of a complex variety of cuisines from a wide cross-section of cultures being sold from the food vendors. Even up here on the fourth floor, it wasn’t difficult for Connor to hear the sounds of dozens of conversations, the honking of car horns or the shouts of the vendors trying to entice both locals and tourists alike to purchase their wares.
Behind him, Connor heard his hotel room door open and close, but he didn’t turn from his observations. He’d know the footfalls of his partner anywhere. A moment later Sergeant Shawn Weller stepped up beside him, a lit cigarette held between his fingers. Connor turned to look at his partner as Shawn leaned on the balcony railing.
Besides the fact that both he and Shawn were 36 years-old, they were a study in contrasts. Darkness and light.
Everything about Shawn was dark. His thick dark hair just brushed the base of his neck, with an ever present lock that fell over his forehead, compared with Connor’s light sandy brown hair cut shorter and military-style. Shawn’s skin was also darker, a golden brown as if he always had a tan, unlike Connor’s much fairer skin tone. Shawn liked the manly rugged look with a shadow of dark stubble across his jaw where Connor was always clean shaven. His chest was also smooth, unlike the dusting of dark hair on Shawn’s. Even Shawn’s eyes were a dark cobalt blue in contrast to Connor’s light hazel. Then there were Shawn’s tattoos-one on each arm and a larger one across his right side, whereas Connor preferred his body to be ink-free. Shawn’s favorite things were drinking, smoking, sex and seeing how many times he could use the word “fuck” in a day. Connor remembered when Shawn joined Shadow Unit – the bold, brash, loud American had walked in like he owned the place. Connor had disliked him on sight. Now, four years later, he would lay down his life for Shawn.
“You will never find a bigger concentration of degenerates and criminals,” Shawn proclaimed, waving his hand out in front of him.
Connor huffed out a breath with a grin. “Well if anyone would know, it’d be you, mate. How long were you here on assignment with the Agency?”
A cloud passed over Shawn’s eyes. “Too fucking long.”
Connor tipped his head to the side. “Will it be a problem for you being back here? Any unfinished CIA business?”
Shawn shook his head and took a drag of his cigarette. “Nah,” he replied, blowing out a stream of smoke. ”Anyone who wasn’t dead by the end of that mission is long gone. And besides, even if there are any stragglers still sticking around, I’ll be running in wildly different circles this time anyway. That’s why I’m here, actually.” He hooked his thumb over his shoulder. “MacDonald wants us in the hub for briefing in ten.”
Connor nodded and blew out a breath. Time to get to work.
The Shadow Unit hub, located on the second floor of an abandoned warehouse in Chinatown, four blocks from the hotel, was a hive of activity, more so than usual when Shawn and Connor entered the vast space. With the scope of this mission, more personnel than just the four core members were going to be needed. In one area there were several computer stations set up, manned by British Intelligence specialists. Across from them, a squad of fatigue-clad soldiers ran hand-to-hand combat drills, tossing one another down onto gray mats. Bunks for the squad huddled in the far corner, along with a makeshift mess. The armory loomed along the far wall with racks of rifles and handguns and boxes of grenades – both smoke and explosive – and an entire crate of ammunition. Shadow Unit, like a Boy Scout troop on steroids, always arrived prepared.
Connor and Shawn walked past several electric fans that were scattered around, their blades spinning furiously, but barely moving the humid air. Both of them snagged bottles of cold water from an ice-filled bucket as they approached the briefing table in the middle of the hub.
The other members of Shadow Unit were already assembled. What had begun as an off-shoot of British Military Intelligence to combat terrorism grew into a joint operation with various United States agencies as well, pooling their resources for an even stronger unit.
Connor was one of the first members recruited when Shadow Unit was formed eight years ago when he was currently serving as a sergeant in the SAS. He knew it was an honor he had been selected and jumped at the chance to do covert ops work.
Sergeant Mandy Cho was the next chosen. Born in Japan and raised in London, she was the most brilliant computer analyst/hacker that Connor had ever known. MI-6 had recruited her straight out of university and Shadow had snatched her up years later. Besides her computer skills, 31-year-old Mandy was also an expert marksman.
Shawn’s background was just as diverse as the rest of the team. Originally from Detroit, Michigan, he spent nine years as a Navy SEAL where he was deployed in dozens of countries over the course of his career. He was recruited by the CIA after his time with the SEALs, where he spent the next three years before he was approached about joining Shadow Unit. His time with the Agency was a dark period in his life that he still refused to talk about.
The final member was 30-year-old Sergeant Chloe Davis, another American from Dallas, Texas. She was former US Army Counterintelligence and her vast contacts around the world had proved invaluable to Shadow Unit. A skilled soldier in the field, her petite build and delicate ebony features belied her deadly hand-to-hand combat capabilities.
Then there was their commanding officer, Lieutenant Colonel David MacDonald, who had taken over Shadow Unit two years ago. What the 50-year-old grey-haired Scotsman lacked in stature he made up for in sheer presence. MacDonald was a legend in Military Intelligence, having served in every major theater the British had taken part in. It was an honor for Shadow Unit to count him among their ranks.
There had also been Sergeant Mark Whalen, pulled from the SAS at the same time Connor had been. There were days when Connor thought he could still hear Mark’s voice in the hub, even six years later. Before his thoughts could turn dark, he pushed the memory into the back of his mind and concentrated on what MacDonald was saying.
“Gentlemen,” MacDonald acknowledged them as Connor and Shawn took their seats. “Let’s get started.” He pointed a wireless remote at a wide video screen, and a photo of an Asian man in his early 60’s appeared. “Zhiang Chan,” MacDonald began. “Local Chinese Triad leader for the past twenty years, dealing in extortion, protection money, gambling, drugs and money laundering. Until nine months ago.” The photo changed to one of an obviously dead Zhiang Chan. “The circumstances of his death were, shall we say…mysterious.” The photo changed again, this time to a younger Asian man in his late 30’s. His cold eyes and hard expression made Connor think of a viper and the hair on the back of his neck stood up. This man was dangerous.
“With Zhiang dead, control passed to his only son, YongJae Chan, who used to be his father’s enforcer,” MacDonald explained. “And he was ruthless at his job. There’s more than one body in the morgue attributed to him.”
Shawn snorted. “Sounds like junior there got tired of waiting for his turn and knocked off dear old dad.”
“Thank you for that keen deduction, Weller,” MacDonald replied dryly.
Connor tried to ineffectually hide a smirk behind his hand and Shawn gave him the finger.
“Jae, as he goes by,” MacDonald continued, “is much more ambitious than his father, not content with drugs and gambling.” The photo on the screen changed to crates full of weapons. “He’s gotten himself into high-level arms dealing. He’s the middle man, selling to the Moro Islamic Liberation Front in the southern Philippines.” Another photo, this time of bodies lying in the street of a village. “His weapons have been linked to a number of terror attacks, killing countless innocent civilians, including British and American citizens. Rumor has it he’s about ready to sell something much more dangerous than AK-47’s.” MacDonald put down the remote and addressed the team. “We need to find his supplier and shut them both down.”
MacDonald turned his attention to Connor and Shawn. “That’s where you two come in. There are two things that Jae Chan loves – drugs and men. Western men in particular. He owns the top gay club in Chinatown – Club Pelangi.”
Connor nodded, familiar with the name. He and Shawn had walked past the club after leaving the hotel, on their way to the hub.
MacDonald’s pause was heavy in the air, making Connor uncomfortable.
“You’ll both be going undercover.”
As MacDonald’s words sunk in, Connor and his teammates gave each other uneasy sideways glances. Connor knew without a doubt what everyone was thinking, but they all remained silent. MacDonald was the one to give voice to their shared thought.
“I will not let what happened to Hughes happen to either of you,” he said forcefully to Shawn and Connor.
“Yes, boss,” they chorused and nodded, not doubting the words of their commanding officer.
Ethan Hughes had been their youngest member, recruited two years ago from MI-5 at only 24 years old. He was a brilliant analyst who specialized in code-breaking and ciphers. Unlike Shawn, Connor, Mandy and Chloe, he was not a field operative, but support personnel in the hub. So when their former, and unstable, commanding officer, chose Ethan for a dangerous undercover mission for which he had no training, it could only end in disaster. And it had – with Ethan’s execution. Which was videotaped and sent to Shadow Unit. Their previous C.O. was relieved of duty for her reckless actions that caused the death of one of her men, and Colonel MacDonald had stepped in and taken over Shadow Unit.
“What’s the play?” Shawn inquired.
“Finley, you’ll need to get yourself hired as security at the club,” MacDonald addressed Connor first. “We don’t know where Jae is conducting his business deals – either at his house or at the club. So we need an inside man.”
“Will do,” Connor replied. He indicated the soldiers behind him. “Can I borrow a couple of them? I’ve got an idea.”
“As many as you need,” MacDonald answered then turned to Shawn.
“Jae likes to have a…companion with him. One that lives with him.”
Shawn sat back and crossed his arms over his chest. “You mean a boy-toy.”
“For lack of a better term, yes. We need you to replace his current one. We need a man in the house, in case he’s doing his dealings there. We’ll need you to get into his computer, pull off as much as you can. Gather as much intel on Jae as possible.”
“Sir, my Chinese is a bit…lacking,” Shawn interjected.
“Shouldn’t be a problem,” MacDonald answered. “Jae loves everything Western, which is why he shortened his name, speaks English fluently and requires everyone around him to as well.”
MacDonald turned to regard them both. “You can’t go in wired. No comms, no phones. Jae does regular security sweeps at his house and the club for listening devices. However, we will put GPS tracking devices in both of your watches. We’re not letting either of you out of our sight.”
MacDonald blew out a breath. “I’m not going to sugar coat this for you. This is dangerous work. Especially for you, Weller. But Chan needs to be stopped. And this is our best bet.”
Shawn and Connor exchanged glances, years of unspoken communication passing between them. They answered as one.
MacDonald’s mouth tightened and he nodded. “Cho is in the process of setting up fake identities for you both. She’ll drop the paperwork off at your hotel tonight. Study it carefully. Leave your watches with Davis.” He slid a thick file folder across the table. “Everything we have on Jae Chan. Take the rest of the day. Read up. You both go in tomorrow night. Dismissed.”
Later that evening Connor sat at the rickety table in his hotel room, pouring over the files on Jae Chan and his new fake identity when the door opened and Shawn walked in. He closed the door behind him and leaned back against it.
Connor looked over at him and indicated the files. “You ready for this?”
Shawn straightened up and pulled his dark blue t-shirt off, exposing his defined chest, dusted with dark hair, and his three tattoos. He took a step forward and dropped the shirt to the floor.
“What? You think I can’t reel Jae in?” he said smugly.
Instantly angry with Shawn’s flippant tone, Connor stood abruptly, the chair scraping back against the wood floor.
“This isn’t about your sexual prowess,” Connor growled. He stripped off his own shirt then and advanced on his partner like a cat stalking its prey. “Did you read the file? Jae likes his men pliant. He does the seducing. He’s the one in charge.”
Connor put his hand on Shawn’s chest and pushed him back against the door. Connor was barely two inches taller than his partner, but he was broader and more muscular than Shawn’s stockier build and at that moment he used all of that to his advantage. He drew himself up to his full six-foot two-inch height and loomed over Shawn, planting one hand hard against the door next to Shawn’s head. He saw the uncertainty flare in Shawn’s blue eyes at his actions. He leaned in close, his voice a deep rumble.
“Do you even know what the word ‘submissive’ means?”
Then his mouth was on Shawn’s in a hard, bruising kiss.
Shawn froze for a split second before opening his mouth and slanting it across Connor’s, their tongues doing furious battle. Shawn reached out to take hold of Connor’s hips but Connor instead took both of Shawn’s wrists in his hands and pinned Shawn’s arms over his head. Shawn immediately tried to pull out of Connor’s grip but Connor didn’t relent, pressing his body fully against his partner, holding him still. Another failed attempt to move his arms and then Shawn sagged, submitting to Connor.
Connor broke the kiss with a satisfied expression. “That’s better,” he said smugly, then his words took on an edge. “Now take off your clothes.”
He watched as Shawn’s face flushed at his command, but his partner kept quiet and reached for his belt buckle as Connor stepped back. Shawn’s jeans, briefs, socks, and shoes pooled at his feet until he was naked before Connor.
Connor nodded in approval at what he saw. “Now get on the bed. On your knees,”
He could see Shawn fighting with himself to say something but ultimately lowered his eyes and moved over to the bed without a word. He climbed onto the mattress on his hands and knees, fingers curled around the headboard, then looked over his shoulder at Connor.
Connor felt his cock throb suddenly within the confines of his pants and his mouth went dry at the picture Shawn presented – open, exposed, waiting. He thought about touching all of that naked skin, and his hands clenched into fists.
He removed his own clothes, taking his hardening cock in his hand and stroking it sharply, twice, watching as Shawn’s eyes darkened. He moved then, disappearing quickly into the bathroom to grab the small bottle marked Lotion in between the shampoo and conditioner that even rundown hotels like this provided to the tourists.
He squirted the lotion onto his hand, coating his fingers as he walked over to the bed. He tossed the bottle onto the mattress and climbed up behind Shawn, on his knees. He wasted no time, as Jae Chan wouldn’t either, left hand on Shawn’s hip, the slick fingers of his right hand seeking out Shawn’s entrance, then pushing past the puckered muscle.
Shawn grunted at the intrusion and dropped his head, fingers flexing on the headboard. Connor stretched him quickly, but carefully, more consideration than he knew Chan would give, but he would never hurt Shawn deliberately.
He withdrew his fingers and coated his hard cock with the lotion before guiding it to Shawn’s slick entrance. He pushed firmly and steadily past the muscle, Shawn’s body seeming to draw him in until his groin was flush with Shawn’s ass. Shawn sucked in a sharp breath as Connor filled him so completely and Connor couldn’t help the groan that escaped his lips as Shawn’s body surrounded him with tight heat.
Connor gripped Shawn’s waist, his fingers flexing on the smooth skin and shifted his hips backward, sliding nearly all the way out of Shawn before pushing back in in one smooth motion. He set up a quick rhythm, his hips snapping, pulling Shawn’s body back to meet his thrusts over and over. The sound of flesh hitting flesh, the creaking of the bed and sharp, panting breaths filled the room.
Shawn released one of his hands from the headboard and dropped it down between his legs but Connor intercepted it before he could wrap it around his cock. He took Shawn’s wrist and slapped his hand back down on the headboard. Jae Chan wasn’t going to care about his partner’s pleasure, only his own.
“Don’t move,” Connor ground out. “And don’t come.”
Shawn squeezed his eyes closed and dropped his head. “Shit…” he swore, voice strained, fingernails digging into the headboard.
Connor continued to fuck Shawn, his head spinning, dizzy with the feeling of power and control he had over his partner. He knew deep down it was wrong and this wasn’t who he was, but Christ, tell that to his cock, which was ready to explode.
The harsh, fucked-out whisper of his name falling from Shawn’s lips pushed Connor over the edge. With a sharp cry he let go, pushing into Shawn one more time, holding tight to his hips as his cock pulsed over and over, filling Shawn with slick, wet heat.
Shawn cried out, too, a mixture of pleasure and pain and Connor knew it was from denying himself his own release, still obeying Connor. Even though he knew Chan would ignore Shawn’s own needs, he wasn’t that cruel. He reached down between Shawn’s legs and wrapped his hand around his partner’s rock hard cock, the head wet with precome. Shawn tried to shift away from the stimulation but Connor bent over and put his mouth next to Shawn’s ear.
“It’s okay,” he breathed, stroking firmly. “Let go…”
And with a noise akin to a sob, Shawn did, his cock pulsing in Connor’s grip, his release painting the headboard. Connor stroked him through his climax until Shawn sagged, his knees giving out and he tumbled them both down onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, Connor’s softening cock slipping from Shawn’s body.
Connor rolled Shawn over to face him, realization setting in of what he’d done, how he’d treated his partner. And it shook him deeply.
Shawn’s blue eyes were wide, but there was no recrimination in them, instead regarding Connor with something akin to awe and…gratitude?
Connor lay a hand on the side of Shawn’s face, his voice shaky. “Shawn, I’m –“
“No.” Shawn cut him off. “Don’t apologize. You’re only looking out for me. And I needed that. Needed to get in that mindset. And best it comes from you first and not Chan. Thanks,” he said sincerely, then he gave Connor a cocky grin. “You’re damn hot when you’re in control like that. I’m impressed. Didn’t know you had it in you.”
Connor shook his head and laughed and shoved at Shawn’s shoulder. “You fucking wanker.”
“Tell me you didn’t enjoy that,” Shawn challenged him with a smile.
“Maybe just a little,” Connor admitted and Shawn chuckled, pleased. “But not something I want to make a habit of,” he continued. “It felt odd, all one-sided like that.” He threaded his fingers through Shawn’s. “I much prefer our usual…mutual pleasuring.”
“Well give me a few minutes and we can get to that mutual pleasuring,” Shawn smirked.
Connor rolled his eyes. “You’re impossible.” Then he turned serious. “Do you think MacDonald knows about us?”
Shawn blew out a breath. “We’ve been together, what? Five months? I know we’ve been careful, but this is MacDonald we’re talking about. I’m sure he’s figured it out.”
“Think that’s why we got this assignment?” Connor asked. “Because we have…expertise in this area?” His hand swept out to indicate their naked bodies.
“I almost hope he doesn’t know,” Shawn answered. “Because putting us through this, knowing our relationship…I can’t believe he’s that big of a bastard.”
“This is MacDonald we’re talking about,” Connor reminded him. “The mission always comes first. Either way, this isn’t going to be easy. On either of us.”
It made Connor’s skin crawl, just thinking of Jae Chan putting his hands on Shawn. But more than that, it was the undercover aspect in general. It was, hands down, the most dangerous work they could do. He would rather face down dozens of terrorists in a firefight, bullets flying or a hand-to-hand fight with a deadly blade than undertake an undercover assignment.
A gun battle lasted an hour and there was no deception involved. You just pulled the trigger. But an undercover job could last days, weeks, months. All the while pretending to be someone you’re not, constantly on edge. And the smallest mistake, a slip-up from either you or any of your teammates could mean instant death.
Unbidden, an image of Ethan’s videotaped execution flashed in Connor’s mind and he closed his eyes as Ethan’s face was replaced by Shawn’s, a split second before being shot in the head.
Shawn’s quiet voice had Connor opening his eyes and smiling inwardly at the familiar nickname that only Shawn was allowed to call him. And had since five minutes after they’d first been introduced. The American had stuck out his hand and instead of saying, “Hi, Connor, I’m Shawn.” or “Good to be working with you, Finley.”, it had been, “Nice to meet you, Finn!”
Connor had never had a nickname in his life and he had bristled at the implied familiarity between them when the man was a complete stranger to him. But Shawn had just winked and slapped him on his back and that was that. Like he said, he’d disliked him instantly. And now, four years later, what had started as an irritant had become something special between only the two of them.
Connor looked steadily at his partner and saw the same fears being reflected back at him in the depths of Shawn’s own eyes.
Shawn hooked a hand around the back of Connor’s neck. “C’mere,” he whispered and Connor went willingly into Shawn’s embrace.
The kiss was slow and languid. Connor let himself fall into it with a sigh as Shawn’s hand caressed his back, trailing across his bare skin, up and down. On the next pass his hand slipped lower, to the swell of Connor’s ass, fingers flexing. Connor hummed encouragingly into the kiss and Shawn pulled their lower bodies flush. Shawn rocked his hips, pushing his newly hardening cock against Connor’s for long moments before his fingers searched out Connor’s entrance. When they pressed against the small muscle Connor broke the kiss with an intake of breath and a nod.
“Turn over,” Shawn whispered.
Connor did so, rolling so that his back was to his partner. He heard Shawn searching in the rumpled bed sheets and then the cap on the lotion unscrewing. A moment later Shawn bent Connor’s top leg at the knee and pushing it slightly up on the mattress. Connor felt Shawn’s slick fingers at his entrance then, rubbing the puckered muscle until Connor pushed back against his fingers, eager for more. Shawn obliged, slipping one finger inside and Connor closed his eyes with a sigh.
A second finger joined the first shortly afterward, pushing in and out, until Connor started shifting his hips, pressing back, trying to get them deeper, wanting more. Shawn withdrew at Connor’s unspoken request and then Connor could feel the blunt head of Shawn’s cock pushing ever so slowly inside him.
Connor groaned in pleasure as his partner filled him so completely, his hands bunching up the sheets, feeling his cock throb as his body stretched around Shawn’s rock hard erection. He expected Shawn to start thrusting then, but instead he rolled Connor’s hips back so that their bodies were completely spooned together, molded perfectly against one another, Shawn’s cock slipping in that final inch.
Shawn’s mouth was on the side of Connor’s neck then, kissing behind his ear, and Connor shivered at the sensation. He felt Shawn’s hand skim across his smooth chest, his thumb rubbing against a flat nipple until it hardened into a pebble then pinched it gently and Connor sucked in a sharp breath at the stimulation. Shawn’s hand wandered lower then, across Connor’s well-defined abs, past his navel, until his fingers curled around Connor’s uncut cock. Connor couldn’t help the groan that escaped when Shawn began stroking him, easing the foreskin up and down, and he arched back against his partner’s body. Connor felt himself release a burst of precome as Shawn’s thumb pressed against the underside of the head of his cock and he contracted his internal muscles around Shawn’s erection. He felt it throb deep inside him and felt Shawn’s groan rumble against his back and in his ear.
Shawn released Connor’s cock then and rolled Connor’s hips forward again as he stayed still, slipping nearly all the way out of Connor’s body. Connor’s fingers flexed again in the bed sheets, waiting for that first powerful thrust, but it never came. Instead, Shawn’s hips started a slow roll, pushing in deep, then withdrawing inch by inch, again and again.
Their lovemaking was always enthusiastic, to say the least, and as a result never lasted very long. It never bothered Connor because it felt damn good. So this slow and unhurried pace was new. And Connor found he liked it. He could really feel Shawn inside him, and it was a heady experience. The desire to come was there, but further below the surface than normal and Connor found he liked the feeling of a slow build up instead of a fast explosion. He knew when he did come it would be all the more powerful for the slow ascension to the top of the cliff.
He had no idea how much time passed, losing himself to the new sensations Shawn was creating inside him, his heart beating quickly, his breaths long and deep. He wanted it to last as long as possible. So when Shawn then slipped completely out of his body, Connor reached back desperately for him.
“No…” he panted, trying to pull Shawn toward him again.
Shawn caught his hand and tugged. “It’s okay…c’mere,” he breathed.
Connor rolled over as Shawn pushed the pillows up against the headboard and sat up against them. His blue eyes were dark with desire and he was breathing as deep as Connor was. He was holding his cock in one hand, stroking slowly.
“Ride me,” he ground out, voice rough.
“Fuck,” Connor breathed, more aroused than he’d ever been. Because this was new, too. They never had time for more than one position normally.
Connor straddled Shawn’s hips eagerly, and a moment later Shawn’s thick cock slipped back inside him as he lowered himself down onto it. His head fell back in exquisite pleasure at the sensation of Shawn so deep inside him again. He lifted his head when he felt Shawn’s hands settle on his hips and saw the same raw arousal written all over his partner’s face.
He rested his hands on Shawn’s shoulders and rose up on his knees, letting Shawn’s cock slide nearly all the way out of his body before sinking back down in one smooth motion, pulling twin groans from them. Connor rose up again quickly, but Shawn’s hands tightened on his hips.
Connor nodded and took a breath before lowering himself back down, trying to match Shawn’s earlier pace. He felt his orgasm build again as he rode Shawn’s cock, a wave of pleasure steadily growing inside him. His slow movements were agonizing torture of the best kind. He pushed down a little harder, trying to get Shawn’s cock deeper, feeling it press again and again against his prostate.
When Connor’s thighs started to burn he stopped his up and down movement and settled on Shawn’s lap. He ground his hips back and forth, still craving the pressure of Shawn’s cock pushing on that spot deep inside him, his own trapped between their bodies, rubbing against Shawn’s bare skin. Shawn’s arms came around him and he tugged Connor’s head down, kissing him with more passion than he’d ever felt from his partner.
After tonight it might be weeks before they were together again. And if the op went horribly wrong…this might be the last memory they had of one another. Connor felt his heart seize up in his chest at the thought and he kissed Shawn harder, pouring all of his emotions into it. And with the way Shawn responded, clutching Connor tighter, he knew the same thoughts and emotions coursed through his partner as well.
Connor was lightheaded when the kiss ended, his heart pounding in his chest. He could feel Shawn’s beating the same staccato rhythm. It had never been this intense between them and it shook him. He could see it in Shawn’s blue eyes, too, blown wide, and it took his breath away.
His partner moved then and Connor found himself on his back, his legs wrapped around Shawn’s waist, Shawn’s cock pushing into Connor hard and fast now. He gripped Shawn’s upper arms, his head arching back against the bed as he felt the wave of his orgasm rush up his spine. There was no stopping it now and Connor didn’t want to. He had never ached so badly for release.
“Look at me, Connor…look at me…”
And Connor did, catching the exact moment on Shawn’s face when the ecstasy of climax flooded through his body. Shawn’s shout of completion was deep and long, his hips still thrusting as he filled Connor with his release.
The sensation of Shawn coming inside him, his cock pulsing again and again, was Connor’s undoing. His orgasm crashed over him like a tidal wave, more powerful than he’d ever felt. His cock surged, painting his stomach with his release and he cried out with the sheer intensity of it.
Shawn lowered himself down onto Connor and Connor held him tightly, both of them trembling as their orgasms subsided. Shawn’s voice was a shaky whisper next to his ear.
“I love you.”
Connor felt his heart skip a beat. It wasn’t the first time Shawn had said those words to him. He squeezed his eyes shut and buried his face in Shawn’s shoulder.
“Shawn, I…” But the last two words lodged in his throat and refused to be spoken.
Everyone he’d ever told he’d loved had died – been killed – and left him alone. His parents, his sister, his lover Mark. He never expected to get another chance at happiness and he was going to hold onto it desperately with both hands and not let go. He knew it was completely irrational, but he didn’t care. As long as he didn’t say it Shawn would stay safe.
Shawn lifted himself up slightly to look at Connor and he could see the understanding in Shawn’s blue eyes.
“It’s okay.” Shawn kissed him softly. “I know.”
Dawn was just breaking when Connor felt Shawn stir and he opened his eyes. He hadn’t been sleeping, though. Neither of them had been, really, their minds too occupied with the upcoming mission to rest. They’d instead spent the last hours in each other’s arms, making the most of the time they had left together.
Connor felt Shawn’s hand lightly trail down the back of his neck and across his shoulder and he lifted his head from where it had been resting on his partner’s chest.
“Hey,” Shawn said quietly with a small smile.
“Hey,” Connor echoed then sat up and kissed Shawn for a long moment.
When they moved apart Shawn looked down and unhooked his paracord bracelet from around his wrist, which he then fastened around Connor’s.
“Hang onto this for me, will you?” Shawn asked, trying for a light tone, but failing.
Connor shook his head, refusing to acknowledge the implication of Shawn’s action. He knew how much that bracelet meant to his partner. He’d received it the day he was accepted into the SEALs all those years ago and he had worn it every single day since. If he was giving it to Connor he was afraid there was a chance he wasn’t coming back from this mission.
“Shawn. No.” Connor reached for his wrist to unhook the bracelet but Shawn covered his hand.
“Finn. Please.” Shawn’s voice was rough. “Just…do this for me. Keep part of me with you.” Then he swallowed and forced a smile. “Besides, it’s just temporary, so don’t get attached to it. I’ll be asking for it back soon.”
Connor turned his hand over and linked their fingers together. “I’m going to bloody well hold you to that.”
The sun peeked over the horizon then, signaling the start to a new day.
Connor released a long breath and asked Shawn a familiar question. “Are you ready for this?”
Shawn squeezed Connor’s hand. “I am now.”
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And don’t forget to read Connor and Shawn’s next mission in ROGUE SOLDIER
Shadow Unit may have overturned the illegal arms cartel in Kuala Lumpur, but the harrowing undercover op left emotional scars on Sergeants Shawn Weller and Connor Finley. Slowly, patiently, they piece their partnership back together, closer now than ever before.
But the arrival of Julian Montgomery, Shawn’s former CIA handler and lover, threatens to tear them apart. Julian knows all of Shawn’s secrets as well as the past Shawn has kept hidden from Connor. Now the self-serving Julian wants Shawn back—with the CIA and with him. No one will get in his way. Including Connor.
When the joint Shadow Unit/CIA mission to stop the supplier of a deadly biological weapon goes sideways, Connor is captured, tortured, and used as a human test subject. It’s a race against time to save his life. But who can Shawn trust?
And who has gone rogue?
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And don’t miss Connor and Shawn’s holiday story SNOWBOUND SOLDIERS
SUMMARY: With memories of the past coloring their present, Sergeants Connor Finley and Shawn Weller use an unexpected 24 hours together in an isolated cabin on Christmas to help one another make peace with their ghosts and look toward the future together.
(Set between Broken Soldier and Rogue Soldier but can be read as a standalone)
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