Radclyffe - Honor Under Siege

going to take a shower and talk to Stark for a while, then Ill

“You dont have to shower and you can wait until tomorrow to

talk to Stark. I want you to just come to bed.

Cam hesitated. “Okay. Ill wait until the morning briefing to

check in with Stark. But the shower isnt optional.

“I like the way you smell, Blair said, folding back the covers

and patting the bed beside her. “If you dont get in here soon, Im

going to think youre avoiding me.

“The only thing Ive been thinking about for the last twelve hours

is you. Cam kissed Blair, put her weapon in the top drawer of

the bedside table, and undressed rapidly. “But Im still going to

shower. Ill be back in a few minutes.

Blair waited until she heard the shower running and then fol owed Cam

into the bathroom. When Cam stepped out of the enclosure and reached

for the towel that Blair held, Blair shook her head. “You just stand stil .

Il do this.

“You know what Id real y like? Cam said as Blair toweled her hair and

then wiped her face and neck.

“No, darling, what? Blair bit back a murmur of concern when she saw

that the bruises on Cams shoulder and hip had spread, darkening in

the centers to almost black.

“Id like that massage. Im too damn tal to sleep in the back of an

SUV.

Blair knew that if Cam was asking, she was more than stif from sleeping

in the car. She was hurting. “I think that can be arranged. She dried

Cams chest and stomach, then her back. Kneeling, she gently smoothed

the towel over Cams but ocks, down the outside of her legs, over her

calves, and up her inner thighs. “Turn around, darling.

Slowly, Cam turned. She skimmed her fingers through Blairs hair and

then over her cheek. “Feels good.

Tenderly, Blair dried Cams thighs and hips, taking care with the bruise

on the right side. “Youre so beautiful.

“Lets go to bed, Cam said

thickly.

Blair rose, her nipples tight beneath the T-shirt she had worn to bed.

“Come on, Im not done yet. She took Cams hand and led her into the

bedroom. “Lie on your stomach and get comfortable.

Cam complied, pil owing her head on her folded arms. When Blair knelt

next to her, she said, “Arent you get ing undressed?

“Not just yet. Blair decided it was safer if she kept her T-shirt and

panties on. Although her only intention was to help Cam relax, she

became aroused any time she touched her, for any reason. Starting at

the back of Cams neck, she worked her way down, pausing when she

found the clusters of knot ed muscles along the way and gently

massaging them until they softened.

“Jesus, Cam mut ered at one point, “that feels

great.

Blair smiled. “Good. Now turn

over.

Cam careful y flipped over. Her limbs felt loose, her mind more than a

lit le hazy. She was also wet. Blair knelt beside her in a short T-shirt

and skimpy panties, her hair down, her face void of any makeup. Her

ful breasts pressed against the thin cot on as she leaned forward, her

hard nipples clearly visible. Cam swept her hand up Blairs side and

cupped her breast.

“Stop that, Blair protested with more determination than

she felt.

“I want to touch you, Cam

murmured.

“Tonight is for you. Just

relax.

Cam sighed but she felt so good she couldnt argue. She moved her

hand to

Blairs side and left it there as Blair

worked.

Staying away from the bruise on Cams right shoulder, Blair circled her

thumbs along the muscles under her col arbone. Cam had a warriors

bodyher sleek muscles long and tight, her breasts smal and round. Her

nipples were neat pink circles, as compact and hard as the rest of her

body. Scars marked her chest and thighthe gunshot wounds she had

earned in bat le. “I love you very much.

“Makes al the dif erence, Cam

whispered.

Blair smiled. “I know. She stroked Cams stomach, then worked her way

down the front of Cams legs. As she slowly skimmed her fingers along

the insides of Cams thighs, she felt a dif erent kind of tension infuse

her lovers body. She leaned down and kissed Cams stomach, then

rubbed her mouth over Cams navel. “Feel good?

Cam twisted her fingers in Blairs hair. She was so relaxed she could

barely move, but every nerve was singing with arousal. “Not even

close.

“That bad, huh? Blair stretched out along Cams uninjured side,

resting her

cheek in the center of Cams stomach. She drew one leg up over

Cams and nestled her sex against Cams calf. “If you promise to lie stil ,

Il see if I can make you feel better.

“Youre hot, Cam whispered, drawing strands of Blairs hair through her

fingers. “I can feel how hot you are against my leg.

“I am, Blair said, smoothing a fingertip up and down the cleft between

Cams thighs. “Im very hot. And wet. Thats what happens when I touch

you.

Cam groaned softly. “Seems the same thing happens

to me.

“Oh

yeah?

“See for yourself, Cam whispered, her fingers trembling as she caressed

Blairs face.

“I love this, Blair said. “I love you. Now dont

move.

Cam closed her eyes as Blair softly, ever so softly, massaged her

clitoris until she climaxed. Blair moaned quietly, her mouth against

Cams stomach, her legs shaking as she rubbed against Cams leg until

she came.

“I didnt know it was possible to come without moving a

muscle, Cam murmured, the last tendrils of tension bleeding away.

“Jesus, I couldnt get up now if I had to.

“Good, Blair said lazily, turning on her back so she could reach the lamp

to turn it of . She found the sheet and pul ed it over them. “Because Im

not let ing you get up. Maybe not for a couple of days. She turned

on her side again and wrapped an arm around Cams middle. “Im so

glad youre here.

Cam stroked Blairs hair and held her tightly. “I need to be here. I

need you.

“Im here. Go to sleep now,

darling.

Morning would come soon enough, and when it did, the hunt would begin

again. But for now, Cam accepted the peace that only Blair could bring

her, and slept.

Chapter Fourteen

Thursda

y

M atheson smiled at the man who joined him on the steps of the

Lincoln Memorial. He was much younger, a stocky redhead in neatly

pressed work pants and a brown leather bomber jacket with an

American flag patch stitched onto the sleeve. They shook hands and

moved of to one side of the rotunda as a maintenance worker began

polishing the stone floor with an electric buf er. The noise made

conversation dif icult, but it also provided excel ent cover.

“How are things at the new compound, Colonel? Matheson asked his

freshly- promoted second-in-command.

“The men have nearly finished the

barracks, sir.

“How is morale? Matheson had lost some of his best of icers during the

Special Ops raid on his compound in Tennessee. Unfortunately, many

of his ground troops were unseasoned volunteers who had never faced

combat or even given any thought to what a real bat le might be like.

Now he needed to rebuild his paramilitary force and relocate his

base, and some of the menmostly truck drivers and other blue-col ar

workerswere beginning to realize that they werent just playing at being

weekend soldiers. There was a war on. And war meant casualties.

“We lost about twenty percent of our original force to desertion, in

addition to those who were captured, the redhead reported. “But were

adding new men at twice the normal rate since 9/11. The patriots are

rising across the nation in response to the attack.

As we predicted , Matheson thought. The only reason that he and his

patriot brothers had been wil ing to aid the foreign insurgents was to

further their own agenda. An at ack on American soil was guaranteed

to ral y the loyal. Now, with more men joining them every day, he and

his compatriots could consolidate their power base and expand their

sphere of influence.

“The FBI wil undoubtedly accelerate their at empts to infiltrate our

ranks now, so be vigilant, Matheson said.

“Yes sir. Were screening careful y. The redhead hesitated. “Have we

resolved the problem with the security breakdown here, sir?

Matheson shook his head. “Not yet. Take this lesson to heart, my friend.

Never rely too strongly on anyone but your most trusted brothers-in-

arms. He clamped a hand on the younger mans shoulder. “But, despite

the unreliability of dealing with bureaucrats and low-level informants, its

also useful to have sources inside the system. We may be able to deal

with al our problems another way.

“Sir?

“I was advised that the White House press secretary released an

interesting tidbit last night, Matheson said. “Blair Powel and her

deviant secret service guard intend to hold a so-cal ed wedding

ceremony. I imagine the papers wil have that this morning.

The redhead grunted. “Shes an embarrassment to the entire

country.

“But the timing is good for us. If a moral y outraged manor womanwere

to put a stop to them, wed fulfil our mission to destabilize

President Powel s administration, and wed cut of a possible return

route for our missing CIA agent.

“And we could disavow any

involvement.

“Exactly. Lets cal on our friends to activate someone, preferably a

member of one of the splinter groupssomeone expendable who wont be

traceable to us or our Conservative Coalition al ies.

“What should I tel them about the target,

sir?

“That we want both neutralized, but Roberts should be the

priority.

“Do we have their location,

sir?

Matheson grimaced. “No, weve lost them temporarily, but Powel s

of icial schedule of appearances is updated daily.

“A public assault is a suicide mission, the redhead said

mildly.

“All the better, as long as heor shetakes the targets out

first. “Yes sir.

The men shook hands. “Godspeed, Colonel. “God bless

America, General.

* * * * *

When Blair awoke, she was surprised to discover that Cam

had gotten out of bed without waking her. Ordinarily she was a

light sleeper, but she had lain awake for a long time the night

before, after Cam had fal en asleep in her arms. Partly, shed

still been wound up from worrying about Cam all day, but it

was more than that. Felicia and Renée were staying in the

guesthouse, which had been transformed into an ad hoc office

for the OHS. Her security team had relocated to the main

house, and Mac was probably already setting up a command

center in the dining room downstairs. Diane remained in

the main house at Paulas

suggestion, which made it easier to protect her as well. The

new arrangements made it impossible to deny that she was

living in a high security complex. And now her lover was a

deputy director in a national security organization that had not

existed two months before. Blair was faced with the cold hard

realization that, even when her father was no longer president,

her life was not suddenly going to be normal. This was normal,