Radclyffe - Honor Under Siege

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

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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,

and it was what shed been fighting to avoid all her life.

Blair rolled over and opened the bedside table. Cams

weapon wasnt there, because she was wearing it. Because

even in this, their soon-to-be new home, they werent entirely

safe. She walked to the window to look out over the dunes to the

ocean. There was no one in sight. Even the fishing trawlers

were so far out to sea they were no more than dots on the

horizon. She was as alone here as she had ever been, and she

should have felt free, but she didnt. With a sigh, she pushed

her melancholy aside and went to look for her lover.

She found Cam in the kitchen, leaning against the counter

drinking coffee. She wore her casual work attirechinos and a