Black And White Ops: A BWWM BBW Military Romance by BWWM Club, Aaron Steel

door
unlocked and drive back here. Do you trust me?”
    Monique nodded and
tried to hold back a sniffle.
    “Good,”
he told her, putting another kiss on her lips. “Because I love
you.”
    Rick slipped into the
shadows, doing his best to keep from being seen by the men who were
after them. Rick crept silently along the fence line until he reached
the car. Rick checked to make sure it was still locked, and then
gently opened the door. Too late he remembered the dome light as the
car lit-up the back parking lot. He jumped inside and started the car
as the sound of men shouting came from the front of the warehouse.
    The car raced to the
back entrance where Monique was waiting for him. She leaped into the
car and slammed the door shut as Rick floored the gas pedal and sent
it racing through the parking lot. Two bullets popped through the
rear window and Rick used his free hand to push Monique down into the
car seat. The car roared out into the main street and flew away from
the warehouse.
    He drove it through
St. Petersburg until Rick was sure he wasn’t being followed.
The current state of affairs wouldn’t last. Once the SVR found
out he’d flown the nest, they would comb the city looking for
him. He was on their turf and it wouldn’t be long until they
had them both. This was why it was crucial they make the connection
tomorrow with the director. In three hours he could make a phone call
to the number given to him and find out if there had been any changes
to the meeting he was supposed to have. Until then, they had to find
another place to take it easy without attracting attention.
    “Your friend
sold you out,” Monique finally spoke up. “What are you
going to do now?”
    “Find us
another place to hide,” he told her scanning the buildings near
the river for a place to pull over.
    It was an hour later
when Rick found what he was looking for. Near an embankment on the
Neva River he spied twelve cars facing the direction where the sun
would be rising. Since he knew why they were all there, he pulled
into an empty space between two of them and killed the engine.
Without saying a word he left the car and made it appear as if he was
checking a tire in the rear of his car. Satisfied no one was
watching, Rick ducked over the back of his car and removed the
license plate. He went to adjoining car and made sure it had a St.
Petersburg plate too, and then he removed it. Without alerting the
inhabitants of the car next to him, he switched the plates. Finally,
he climbed back in the car and waited.
    Monique had fallen
back asleep when Rick pulled out of the parking space and took his
car back out on the road. He checked his gas gauge and found he still
had plenty of fuel to get him through until tomorrow.
    When he found another
line of cars overlooking the river, Rick pulled into a space and
waited. Once again he shut down the engine but this time he stayed in
the car. Monique had woken again and was staring at the river and the
dark sky. This far north, the sun would only emerge for a brief time
and not be out long. It wasn’t quite the midnight sun, but it
would get close.
    “Where are we?”
she asked him.
    “At the
submarine races,” he snickered. It took Monique a few moments
to realize what he said before she leaned over and kissed him.
    “I haven’t
been to those in a long time,” she told him. The windows were
beginning to steam up, as were those on the other cars.
    Rick put his mouth to
hers and began kissing Monique gently. He slid one had up her dress
and found the silk panties underneath. With one hand he pulled them
down to her ankles and left them on the floor of his car. While he
was doing this, Monique was getting his belt unbuckled and his pants
unzipped. She pulled them down to his knees and began stroking him.
Rick leaned back and let her stroke some more, then he put one hand
between her legs and matched her movements. She moaned and continued
to jerk on him until she felt his desire begin to reach