11. Special K Gets News on the Case

Chapter eleven

Special K Gets News on the Case

O ur morning was spent blissfully in bed. We played footsie and explored each other's bodies. Doolittle tickled me until we were all wrapped up again and pressing our hard cocks together. "Let's do something else this time," Doolittle whispered and kissed down my neck.

I wouldn't argue or complain about anything he wanted to do, and I had no expectations. "Sure."

He pushed my shoulder until I lay on my back. And then he slithered down my body until he had my cock at eye level. He flicked his tongue over the edge of my mushroom head, then across the slit. "Mmm…Like that?"

"Yeah…" He'd left me breathless.

"You'll love this." Then he sucked me into his mouth until I hit the back of his throat—all of me inside that hot mouth. And he didn't even gag. Nope. Instead, he swallowed around me—twice—before he pulled off. Then he sucked as he bobbed his head, making slurping noises.

I moaned like a wanton whore, and I didn't give a fuck. It felt so good. Heaven. Nothing else in our lives mattered. Just this. But I wanted it to last forever. And it wasn't even because of the incredible sensations making me ready to come. Sure, that was intense. But it was more than that. I wanted him. Doctor Henry Whitlock, Code name Doolittle. Ex-archeologist, speaker to animals, SPAM agent with a bad attitude. And sexy lover with a gentle side who liked to cuddle under soft blankets. Maybe he drank too much, but he also liked good coffee and conversation. And he smelled good enough to eat, or like fancy camping, all woodsy but with nutmeg, reminding me of hot cocoa by a crackling fire. He wasn't nearly as scrawny as me. For a nerdy, intellectual doctor type, he was thick with gorgeous muscles I loved running my hands over. And thick dark brown hair, darker than mine, that I plunged my hands into as he continued to work my dick like a pro.

Then he stuck a finger in his mouth alongside my cock. I barely had time to wonder what he was doing before he moved it and circled my hole. With a little chuckle, he slid the tip inside. I bucked.

And came hard.

I hadn't had anything inside me in a long time. I used to play with toys, but lately, not even that.

But the thought of Doolittle stretching me, fucking me. Ah…

"You really liked that, huh, K?"

"Fuck…"

"I'm going to spend a lot of time getting to know what you like."

Before I could answer or return the favor, both our phones beeped alarms. He rolled over, grabbed mine and handed it to me before looking at his. I had a text from SPAM Ops.

Meet at HQ, office 345. 20 minutes.

"Office 345?" Doolittle asked.

"Yeah. I got that too."

We hurried to get ready, and as we were about to head out, Mr. Wiggums showed up on his balcony and wailed like he was being tortured. I opened the door to let him in at the exact time Doolittle said, "Don't let him in." He pointed at the cat. "We're going out. You either go out or use the litter box."

The cat sat in the middle of the living room floor and licked his paw, cleaning his face.

"Whatever. Yes, it's clean. Fine. I'll leave food, yes." Doolittle grumbled about it but set out fresh food and water. "Come on, K." We walked out into the hall, and Doolittle bumped into me with his shoulder. "Hey. Don't let him in if we're going out. He tears things up and flings the litter everywhere."

"He doesn't like using the box?"

"No." He shook his head and pursed his lips, making me laugh. He acted like that cat was the devil, but I could see right through him.

"You wuv Mr. Wiggums, admit it."

"Shut up." He grabbed me in a headlock and ruffled my hair. As annoying as it was, I loved that about him too.

Room 345 turned out to be a conference room in a secured section of the third floor. We had to show our IDs, and that's when we realized a very important fact in our relationship.

"Blue?" Doolittle snagged my ID card from my hand. "You have a blue clearance?"

"Uh, yeah." I grabbed it back and tucked it in my wallet before placing my hand on the palm reader screen. It beeped and let me in.

Behind me, a scowling Doolittle crossed his arms over his chest and flipped his ID at the guard. "Blue," he said again. "I don't know if I have enough clearance to join this meeting."

"Yellow is enough for this meeting, Sir," the guard answered, though I was pretty sure Doolittle hadn't been talking to him.

After scanning his hand and entering the conference room, he sat next to me. Several other agents we didn't know were on the other side of the table. And the guy I'd come to think of as Leader One sat at the head of the table. He never introduced himself. Never gave any name or rank. But he always knew what was going on and issued orders as if he ran all of SPAM and would not be questioned. He had even called me into a swanky office and triple-checked that I wanted Doolittle as a partner before the assignment was made official. It was intimidating, but I'd stuck to my guns, and now I was glad I had.

Leader One leaned forward slightly, barely an actual move, but it got everyone's attention. Even Doolittle stopped grumbling and looked over at him. "Our teams worked through the night. Thanks to Agent Special K and his willingness to be examined." He nodded to me, and I was tempted to smile but didn't think it appropriate. But he'd said agent, not analyst, which made me wonder if I'd been promoted and how that had happened. Or if he'd made a mistake. I wasn't going to correct him. I simply nodded back before he continued. "We now have contacts that will be issued to all agents on this case. The special material is completely transparent but has a component that will block all hypnosis attempts. However, there is a caveat here. Obviously, they haven't been tested. We are confident that they will work."

No one contradicted or questioned him, but I wondered how they could determine all this simply by examining my eyes and getting a CAT scan. Well, they'd also used some other kind of eye scanner, but it wasn't invasive. Drawing blood had been worse. And they had done that too.

"Next." Leader One flicked his finger on the panel in front of him, and a giant screen with a map lit up on the wall behind him. "We will hunt down these triplets and capture them. The last known location as well as the docks, are marked on this map. We have a team triangulating that with the kidnappings. You are all on call until we pinpoint the location. Be ready to move at a moment's notice. Pick up your contacts at reception before leaving the building. Dismissed."

No room for questions, but I figured they still didn't have enough to make a plan beyond the two points he made. Get the contacts and be ready.

As we walked toward reception, Doolittle started grumbling again. I stopped and he turned back to face me. "What exactly is your problem?" I asked but couldn't help smirking at him. I had a feeling I knew exactly what his problem was. I had a higher security clearance than he did.

"How did you get blue?"

I rolled my eyes in a very exaggerated fashion. "Let's get those contacts and order a pizza. I'll tell you all about it when we get home."

Doolittle didn't even flinch at the word home .