“Stop,” Lucky warned the moment Mason started tapping a pen on the edge of the console.

  “What?”

  “Tapping the pen.”

  “This pen?” Mason held up the pen.

  “Yes, that pen. The pen I’m going to stab you with. Is that what you want? Because I can do that.”

  “Oh yeah?” Mason leaned into him. “You gonna hurt me, Lucky?”

  Lucky narrowed his eyes at him. “Is there a particular reason you’re trying to get me to physically harm you?”

  Mason snickered. “Please. Like you would lay a finger on me.”

  “I don’t need to lay a finger on you to take you down, Cowboy.”

  “That.” Poke. “So?” Poke.

  Lucky stared at Mason. Cowboy had lost his fucking mind. “Did you just poke me? Twice?”

  Mason shrugged. “What are you going to do about it? Put me in a sleeper hold?” He leaned in, his grin wicked. “Can you do that? You can do that, right? Pressure points and all that shit?”

  “You’re an ass.”

  “Would you lighten up, darlin’?”

  “Stop calling me your darling.” Lucky stood and started pacing again. How the hell was he supposed to sit through—he checked his watch and groaned. Three more hours before the security team arrived with the supposed prototype. Fuck.

  “Fine. You don’t want me to call you darlin’? How about I call you what you are? A goddamn pain in my ass.”

  “You wish I was in your ass,” Lucky spat back.

  Mason stood, his hands balled into fists at his sides. “That so, huh?”

  “Please, why don’t we just say what’s going on here. You want me so bad you can barely stand it.”

  Mason thrust a finger in Lucky’s face. “You’re a cocky little shit, you know that?”

  “Yes, that’s true, but tell me I’m wrong.”

  Mason’s skin flushed from his neck up to his ears, his nostrils flared, and his jaw clenched tight. He looked like a bull ready to charge. “Sure, if you tell me you don’t want me just as bad. And, darlin’, if anyone’s gonna be in anyone’s ass, it’ll be me in yours.”

  Lucky let out a snort. “Now who’s being cocky?”

  “I got your cocky right here,” Mason growled motioning to his crotch.

  “Oh fuck,” Lucky said with a laugh. He shook his head, then wiggled his fingers at Mason. “Las palabras se las lleva el viento.”

  “What the fuck does that mean?”

  “Actions speak louder than words, my friend.”

  Mason got up in Lucky’s face. “You’re asking for trouble.”

  “You’re all talk, Cowboy. Now move.”

  “Or what?”

  “Or I will move you.”

  “Yeah? Big bad Green Beret gonna show me what’s what?”

  Lucky narrowed his gaze. “Back the fuck up.”

  Mason dropped his eyes to Lucky’s mouth. “You gonna put your hands on me, darlin’?”

  “Just remember, you asked for it.” Lucky’s smile was evil as he wrapped his fingers around Mason’s wrist. The big man’s breath hitched, and Lucky moved fast. He was out and behind Mason before Mason even knew what the hell was going on. In seconds, Mason was on his knees with his arm twisted up behind his back and Lucky’s free hand around his neck, forcing him to look up. “You look good on your knees, Cowboy.”

  Mason narrowed his eyes, but remained still. His bright blue eyes had darkened, and his chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. Lucky slid his hand up from Mason’s neck to his chin, his thumb caressing Mason’s lips. Their eyes met, and Lucky released him before he did anything stupid. He turned away to get ahold of himself, but he was grabbed and shoved up against the counter. Mason’s body pressed against Lucky’s, his muscular thigh pushing against Lucky’s hard dick and Mason’s hard length stabbing Lucky’s leg. Lucky could have moved him, easily, but his treacherous body wasn’t cooperating.

  “I am done playing games,” Mason growled. He reached for Lucky’s face, but Lucky snatched his wrists before Mason touched him. “Do I scare you, darlin’? That why you keep running from me?”

  “Fuck you. I’m not scared of shit.”

  “Have the soldier stand down, and then tell me that.”

  Lucky hated that Mason saw through him. He released Mason’s wrists, his heart pounding in his ears. Mason shook his head and started to turn away. Fuck it. Lucky snagged a fistful of Mason’s shirt and jerked him down, bringing their mouths together in a crushing kiss and throwing fuel on the fire already burning inside them. A raging inferno had been ignited, and it was all-consuming.

  Mason wrapped his arms around Lucky, crushing Lucky to him as their tongues dueled for dominance. Lucky had never tasted anything so good, and he let out a low moan as he dug his fingers into Mason’s back, kissing him with a need that bordered on desperation. His senses were on overload from Mason’s scent, taste, and feel. All that hard muscle pressed against him, the way Mason was leaning his heavier weight into Lucky, drove him insane.

  With a growl, he raked his fingers into Mason’s hair, gripping fistfuls of it. He was so damned hard, it was painful. His body thrummed with desire, and all he thought about was having that big, thick, gorgeous cock inside him.

  “Fuck,” Mason said through a gasp. He spun Lucky around and bent him over the counter, his large hand on Lucky’s shoulder holding him in place.

  Lucky groaned, widening his stance and pushing his ass out in invitation, a shiver racking his body when Mason growled and reached around to unfasten Lucky’s belt. They shouldn’t be doing this, not here, not now. Fuck.

  “Tell me to stop.” Mason’s voice was low and gravelly. “Or I’m gonna fuck you right here.”

  Lucky rubbing his ass against Mason’s rock-hard cock should have been answer enough, but in case Mason needed it spelled out for him, Lucky snatched the radio off Mason’s belt. He lifted it to his mouth and hit the PTT button. “Taking a break. Call if you need something.”

  “Copy that, boss.”

  Tossing the radio to one side, Lucky gazed at Mason over his shoulder. “Let’s go for a ride, Cowboy.”

  Mason cursed under his breath, his pupils blown, his hair a sexy mess as it fell over his brow, and his lips swollen from their kissing. Fuck, he was hot. Mason captured Lucky’s mouth again, his kiss hard and quick before he jerked Lucky’s pants and underwear down below his ass.

  “Goddamn. I’ve been dreamin’ about this ass for months.” Mason smacked Lucky’s right asscheek, and Lucky gasped at the delicious sting. It was almost enough to have him coming right then. He released a moan, his grip on the edge of the counter so hard his fingers hurt. The sound of Mason’s belt clinking and the rustling of clothes had Lucky shivering with anticipation. Mason wasn’t the only one who’d been dreaming of certain things. “You got a condom and lube?” Mason felt around Lucky’s pockets. “’Course you do.”

  “Fuck you. You complaining?” Lucky was always prepared. He never knew when a sexy-as-sin cowboy’s manhandling would turn into something more. Not that he was going to admit as much to Mason.

  “No complaints here.” Mason took hold of Lucky’s chin and kissed him as if he were afraid Lucky would change his mind. Leaving him breathless, Mason moved his hungry mouth to Lucky’s ear and took his earlobe between his teeth, sucking and nibbling. With a lick to Lucky’s jawline, Mason pressed a lubed finger to Lucky’s hole. Lucky sucked in a sharp breath and pushed back onto Mason’s finger, their loud groans and curses filling the truck. “Fuck. Look at that. Greedy pucker, ain’t it?”

  “Are you going to fuck me or talk to me about it?”

  “Jesus, the mouth on you.”

  “Like my mouth doesn’t make you hard.”

  “There’s nothing about you that don’t make me hard, darlin’.” Mason added a second finger, and Lucky moaned.

  ¡Ay, Dios mío! That was so damned good. “I really need you to fuck me,” Lucky growled. “Like, right now.”

  “Suit yourself.” Mason pulled his fingers from Lucky’s ass and replaced them with the head of his cock.

  Lucky’s hiss turned into a low groan as he was breached, the burn from Mason’s thick shaft stretching his hole oh so good. His breath came out labored as Mason sank into him, and Lucky just couldn’t wait anymore. He impaled himself on Mason’s dick, making them both cry out.

  “Fuck! Jesus Christ, Lucky!” Mason doubled over, his chest pressed to Lucky’s back. “You trying to kill me?”

  Lucky grinned wickedly. “The thought has crossed my mind on occasion.”

  Mason laughed. “You little shit.” He gripped Lucky’s hips, pulled almost all the way out, then plunged back in, and this time it was Lucky’s turn to curse. Mason repeated the move, and Lucky was grateful to have Mason holding him or he might drop to his knees from how good it felt to have Mason driving into him.

  “Fuck! Oh fuck. Yes! Come on, Cowboy.” Lucky’s pulse soared, and his body trembled with need as Mason plunged into him deep and hard. He was stretched impossibly wide, and his ass was going to be sore for hours, but santo cielos, it was divine!

  Mason pounded into him, and Lucky threw his head back, prompting Mason to wrap a hand around his neck, keeping him in place so Mason could turn his head and kiss him. They tore at each other’s mouths, their kisses sloppy and wet. Their tongues tangled, their breaths mingling as their bodies became one. There was nothing sweet or gentle about what they were doing. It was raw and desperate and animalistic. The truck filled with the sound of their curses, grunts, panting breaths, and bodies smacking together. Lucky mumbled nonsense in Spanish, but it seemed to drive Mason wild, so he urged Mason on in his native language. Mason might not understand what he was saying, but Lucky’s tone left no doubt that what he was saying was filthy.

  “This what you want, darlin’?”

  “Yes, oh God, yes. Harder.” Lucky welcomed Mason’s bruising grip on his hips. He wanted to feel Mason for days. If this was the last time they’d be doing this, Lucky didn’t want to forget it. “Your cock feels so good inside me, Cowboy.”

  Mason moved an arm around Lucky’s chest, straightening with him and holding him in place, his chin coming to rest on Lucky’s shoulder as he continued to plow into him. “Milk that pretty dick of yours, darlin’. I want to see you come.”

  If Mason wanted a show, Lucky would give him one. He cupped the back of Mason’s head and with his free hand used his precome to get himself nice and slick. He smiled at Mason’s curse as Lucky matched his strokes to Mason’s erratic thrusts.

  “Goddamn, you’re beautiful.”

  Lucky gasped and a shiver traveled up his spine. He shut his eyes, not wanting Mason to see how much his words meant, even if what he’d said was in the heat of the moment. “Wreck me, Cowboy.”

  Mason let out a roar as he shoved Lucky back down over the counter and pumped himself into Lucky like a madman. He shouted out his release, filling the condom. Lucky followed with a cry a heartbeat later. Jack was going to kick his ass if he found out what they’d done in his precious truck. He’d warn Mason later. Right now, he could hardly catch his breath much less use his brain.

  Mason’s head rested against the back of Lucky’s, his arm still around Lucky’s chest as he kept him close, the only sound their panting breaths. A soft moan escaped Mason, and he nuzzled Lucky’s temple before delivering a feathery kiss, his fingers softly caressing Lucky’s chest. The tender gesture was far too intimate, and Lucky cleared his throat.

  “I need to clean up so we can get back to work.”

  Mason let out a resigned sigh. “Right.” He gently pulled out, and Lucky winced. He didn’t turn to look at Mason. He simply straightened like nothing had happened, opened one of the drawers, and pulled out a packet of wet wipes. After cleaning himself up, he pulled up his pants, then cleaned the bottom cabinet he’d come on. After throwing away the evidence, he opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water for himself and one for Mason, who was already seated at the console, his gaze focused on nothing in particular. Lucky held the bottle out to him.

  “Thanks.”

  Taking a seat, Lucky twisted the cap off and took a long gulp, pretending he didn’t know Mason was watching him. The air in the van was thick, both from sex and the tension between them. Lucky couldn’t afford to let his guard down around Mason. It would be far too easy for him to fall, and that would only lead to heartbreak. Lucky had lived a lifetime of disappointments, and he wasn’t going to add Mason Cooper to that list.

  One of the monitors beeped, and a map with a red blinking dot appeared. It slowly moved through the streets of downtown Jacksonville. “There’s the armored truck.” Lucky tapped his earpiece. “Okay. Everyone remain vigilant. Truck’s twenty minutes out.” They had no idea what to expect. They were talking about a fake prototype worth billions of fake dollars. Lucky had known men who’d killed for far less. It was a little after eight in the evening, and few employees were left on the floor other than security personnel. “Keep an eye on that dot,” Lucky told Mason as he stood and walked to the slim black locker at the end of the truck. He entered his security pin, unlocked the door, and pulled out one of the black tactical vests. “Put this on.”

  Mason turned to him, and Lucky handed him the vest before he strapped himself into one.

  “Shit, are we expecting gunfire?”

  “We don’t know what this man is planning, and I’m not going to let you die on my watch, Cowboy.”

  “Thanks,” Mason muttered. “I think.”

  Lucky chuckled. He tapped his code into the large biometric lock box on the shelf below and when prompted, placed his finger to the scanner. The box unlocked, and he removed a Glock in its tactical holster. “Here. Secure this to your vest.”

  Mason did as asked without question, and Lucky smiled to himself. A part of him had thought Mason wouldn’t be happy about taking orders from him, but Mason didn’t hesitate when Lucky asked him to do something. He just did it. Lucky secured his own holster to his vest, then closed the lock box, checked it was secure, and locked the cabinet before he joined Mason at the console.

  The armored truck was approaching their street. When the truck was down the road, the screen with the map switched to footage of the truck. They watched as it pulled up in front of the building and the back doors opened. A team of six armed security agents hopped out, and one of them was handed a medium-sized armored box. The team secured the agent carrying the box, and they swiftly made their way into the building.

  Lucky tapped his earpiece. “The package is in the building.”

  They watched the screen, the footage now of the team inside the lobby making their way toward the elevators. One of the security agents swiped a key card. Lucky leaned his elbows on the console, his gaze fixed on the screen. He didn’t move a muscle, barely breathed, his eyes locked on the movement in front of him. The team took the elevator up to the executive suites, and soon they were inside the CEO’s office.

  “So how much security are we talking about here?” Mason asked, motioning to the monitor.

  “That’s Johnson in front, the team leader. He has to swipe through the security system six times to get to the safe room. Once to get into the building, the elevators, the executive lobby, the executive floor, the CEO’s office, and then the safe room. The safe contains a biometric lock, which requires an authorized user key card, security pin, fingerprint scan, and retina scan. If just one of those doesn’t match what’s in the system, the safe and the safe room go into lockdown mode, which alerts Jack and his team. The only way to get it reset is with Jack’s credentials.”

  “What if Jack’s not available?”

  “Then there is a failsafe and one of the Kings can reset it.”

  The team successfully bypassed all the security measures as expected. They secured the box inside the safe, locked the safe, and headed out. Johnson’s voice came through their earpieces.

  “Package is secure. We’re heading out.”

  “Okay. Remain vigilant.”

  The team made it to the truck, climbed in, waited a few minutes, then left.

  Nothing.

  Mason sighed. “You really think he’s gonna make a move so soon after?”

  “It depends how desperate he is, and from what we’ve seen of his bank account, I think he’s pretty desperate.”

  An hour passed with no movement. More employees went home for the day, leaving only the security team in the lobby, security office, and the five guards making their rounds.

  “Wait. What’s that?” Lucky peered at the screen and the black BMW with tinted windows that pulled up in front of the building. The driver climbed out, closed his door, and opened the back door for a tall man with salt-and-pepper hair.

  “Who is that?”

  Lucky tapped away at the closest screen and brought up the profiles of the company’s executive personnel. He pointed to the photo of the man currently entering the building. “That’s Angelo Ruiz, the CEO.”

  “Why is that weird?”

  “Mr. Ruiz called in sick today.”

  “Maybe he’s feeling better and decided to check on things? That’s not unusual.”

  “No, it’s not, but something doesn’t feel right.” Lucky always listened to his gut. After years of special ops missions, he learned to trust his intuition. Something was wrong. They kept their eyes on the screen while Angelo swiped his key card in all the same places the team had. When he’d swiped to get into his office, Lucky called Jack.

  “Lucky, what’s wrong?”

  “I need to see all the footage we have of Angelo Ruiz swiping his key card at the office.”

  “On it. One second.”

  “Thanks. I’ll call you back.” The screen on the left suddenly switched to several rows of smaller screens, all filled with footage of Angelo swiping his key card. “Shit, that’s not Angelo.”

  “How do you know?”

  Lucky pointed to the screen. “Every single time he swipes his card it’s with his left hand. He’s left-handed.” Lucky pointed to the screen of the impostor. “That man has swiped with his right every time.”