Burn Into Me (Into Me Series Book Two)

Chapter Five - Scope

Jackson's POV

I stare through my scope, focusing it on the window with the lights on but the blinds shut. I let out a shaking breath, steadying myself. There's no movement, hasn't been for over a half-hour. My body aches from laying completely still on the hard and lumpy ground, but I tell it to shove off and focus through the scope again. But let's be honest with each other here. My body is a temple. Ancient and crumbling, probably cursed, harboring an unspeakable horror.

Thank god it's Fall. We're in full gear tonight because this group has been known to be particularly nasty, and if it was hot as fuck, I would be losing it. I blink harshly a few times in an attempt to get my eyes to stop burning. I adjust my position just slightly and switch onto my left elbow to give my right one a break. A moth lands on my arm, which I blow off, shivering just a bit. I fucking hate moths. A piece of my hair falls in front of my face. I swipe it away, the action making me think of Jet.

Jet.

Fuck, Jet.

I still get fucking butterflies and my heart still does that stupid fucking jig thing whenever she crosses my mind, almost three whole years later. I'm in so fucking deep. I think of her fucking eyes, her lips, the way her back arches when she cums. I think of her smile, her laugh, the way she moans my name. I think of her innocent little act that she puts on for the world that I know is fake, that whole little fucking attitude that gets me so fucking weak. I think of her innocent-looking eyes that darken when they land on mine and how her pupils blow when she sinks her nails into my back and draws blood as her thighs shake around my torso. I think of the filthy things that fall from her mouth when I'm making her feel so good that she can't think straight.

Fuck, I want to be in bed with her so badly right now.

I'm not talking about just fucking and then passing out. No. She's better than that.

I'm talking about just laying next to her. Rolling over and finding my way to her body. Holding her tight and protecting her from any bad dreams she has. Running my fingers over her skin, tracing the lines of her tattoos to soothe her. Admiring every slope, every dip, every patch of cellulite, every stretch mark that graces her perfect body. Fixating on the freckles that spread across her nose and cheeks. Losing myself as I count her dark eyelashes that flutter while she dreams against her pale skin.

Finding her hand in mine like an uncontrollable attraction, even in our sleep. Kissing her forehead as she lays her head on my chest. Feeling her heartbeat as she's soundly asleep in my arms. Hearing her light snore in time with my breathing. Intertwining our bodies in our unconscious states. Just being connected like one. I just want to be in bed with her.

"Phantom, Phantom, this is Maverick, come in, over," crackles in my ear, ripping me from my happy place.
I grab my radio at my side, only slightly pissed that I'm back in the real world, "Maverick, this is Phantom, go ahead, over."
"No movement has been noted on the thermal camera for an hour, over," Connor responds.
I sigh, glancing over to the left at Verena. She glances at me and rolls her eyes, grabbing her own radio, "Maverick, Rome wasn't built in a day, over."
"Who just gave me shit, over," Connor snips.
"My ass did, over," Verena smiles back. I stifle my laugh, biting my lip so it doesn't escape.
"And which ass is that? Over," Connor asks.
"Maverick, this T-Bar, I believe that would be Valkyrie, the only combat female on this mission, over," Riley jokes.
"This is Phantom, let's keep this com line clear for actual information, over and out," I instruct, rolling my eyes.
"T-bar?" Verena asks.
"Oh, yeah, it means 'that boy ain't right'. It's the callsign Mac gave Riley when he first met him," I explain. "But Riley doesn't know that's what it means, so keep your trap shut."
"Huh. Interesting," she nods.