The Sniper's Heart

Chapter 7

A groan leaves me as I shift, sighing heavily as my eyes refuse to open. That's the best sleep I've had in ten years. "Finally awake, doll?" A raspy voice asks and I jerk, my eyes flying open. I'm wrapped around Marrek. My head is pressed up against his neck, my lips an inch from touching his skin. I'm...sticky? My pussy throbs and I gasp, remembering the events of late last night.

With so much speed I'm surprised that I could move that fast outside of the field, I scramble off his body, my whole face feeling hot. He's looking at me with a smile twinkling in his eyes and he stretches his arms up above his head, shifting his hips and groaning as his head fell back. My eyes widen. Holy shit. He's shirtless. Still. Stretching out in front of me, his fabric mask still on with rustled brown hair. Messy from sleep. His tattoos look even better in the darkness of the room, the shadows stretching across his muscles as they clench with the stretch.

His hips lift and my eyes dash down, my whole body warming at the damp spot over his crotch. Fuck. I came all over him after riding his lap. If there is any way for me to burn brighter, I just did. "You know how fuckin' sexy you are, Doll?" He groans, voice still raspy with sleep, eyes glossy. My heart thunders in my rib cage as he looks over at me, a smirk playing in his eyes. When I don't respond, he chuckles to himself, cracking his fingers quickly. "We need to get a move on. The meeting area is twenty minutes from here and we only have about a half an hour now."

I glare at him, the amount of time left grating at my nerves. "Why the hell didn't you wake me up?" I ask, pushing myself up off the bed where we...fulfilled our desires...and hurry towards my pile of tactical gear on my bag. "Because," he bends down, cracking his back after stepping off the bed and then looking back up at me, "You're so fuckin' pretty when you sleep all satisfied, Doll." If my pussy could purr, it definitely would in this moment. Warm, fuzzy feelings dance inside my stomach and it makes me dizzy and excited and nervous all in one.

"Best sleep I've had in ten years," I mumble, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. I wait for his insult. His attitude. His comeback. But nothing. When I glance at him, he's watching me intensely. Not the 'You're doing shit wrong' type of intensity, but just...intensity. Makes my skin prick with awareness. If he didn't have his mask on, it bet he'd be flashing a grin at me.

I send him a half-hearted glare before grabbing my clothes and a new set of underwear, and hurrying into the bathroom to clean myself up and get ready for the mission. By the time I come out, Marrek is already strapped into his gear, guns strapped to his strong thighs and a heavier mask pulled over his thinner one. When I step out, he looks over at me as I grab my sniper case and pop it open. My baby shines in the light of the moon, the metal cleaned and polished. I grab my loaded magazine and tuck it into one of my many pockets on my vest and carefully pull my sniper from its case. It smells like gunpowder and metal polish. "Who cleaned your sniper?" His voice startles me slightly, my fingers tightening on the barrel as I turn to look up at him. He's staring down at my gun with a heavy look in his eyes, like he knows something I don't. "Foster cleaned it in the beginning, but he just never cleans it right. So I do it."

He grunts with a nod and then turns around, going back to placing his weapons carefully over his toned, beautiful body. The hell was that about? He looked upset. Pissed even.

After a few more moments of silence and me settling my sniper comfortably in my hands, he speaks up again. "The others are already outside. I hear them through the walls, let's go. We have a long walk ahead of us." When I nod, he glances back at me, his eyes settling on my neck. I flush at the memory of the mark he left there, big and red. Impossible to miss. "Fucking gear covering my mark." He grumbles before reaching out and snagging my vest, tugging me towards him with the strength he possesses. My heart leaps into my throat as he shoves his mask up onto his nose and shoves mine up my neck, groaning at it in annoyance before leaning down and biting at my neck again.