Special Forces: The Operator. Cindy DeesЧитать онлайн книгу.
moons ago, I wrote about the Medusas operating at the Winter Olympics, and it seemed only fitting that this time around the team should be sent to work at the Summer Olympics. Thus, this story was born.
Throw in a fun setting, the whole Medusa team and a supersexy hero. Stir until well blended. Serve hot, of course. Voilà, the perfect recipe for exciting suspense and a truly yummy romance.
As always, I encourage you to pour yourself your favorite reading drink, sit back, settle in and enjoy the wild ride that Medusa Rebel McQueen and her perfect hero, Avi Bronson, take us on as they race to save the day and find love.
Let the games begin...
Warmly,
Cindy
Contents
Note to Readers
It started as a hot tub party.
It quickly devolved into a hot tub orgy.
Rebel McQueen was supposed to provide security for a dozen members of the US women’s softball delegation in the midst of it, but she’d last seen her charges disappearing into a mass of gorgeous naked bodies that was the Norwegian men’s water polo team.
Acute regret speared into her.
Where did she go wrong with her life that she was a lousy security guard while these other young women of her approximate age and physical ability were partying with possibly the hottest guys on the planet?
The “hot tub” was actually a giant swimming pool in the Olympic Village that had been heated to spa temperatures for the duration of the games. Easily two hundred athletes were in the pool now, engaging in every manner and combination of sexual play.
She got it. They were young, athletic, far from home, and had precompetition adrenaline galore before the games opened tomorrow night. But she was responsible for those softball players, and she couldn’t spot a single one of them right now. All she could make out in the churning water were writhing limbs and the occasional flash of a pale face. The rest of it could just as easily have been a feeding frenzy of sharks.
The Medusas—the highly classified, all-female, Special Forces team she was part of—were an ultra-under-the-radar part of the American security contingent at these games.
Tonight, the American security staff was undermanned, and she’d volunteered to help out. But she’d had no idea she was in for this! The Medusas had been briefed that the Olympic Village would be a wild party scene, but nothing in her Special Forces training had prepared her for a frat party with twenty thousand wild children determined to play. Hard.
Play. Not a word that had meaning in her world. Duty. Honor. Country. Those words, immortalized by General Douglas MacArthur, were the ones she lived by.
Oh joy. Word of the orgy must be spreading, for more athletes started arriving at the pool in a steady stream, stripping naked and jumping in.
It was arguably the best-looking group of naked people Rebel had ever seen, at any rate. Idly, she played a game of “guess the sport based on body type.”
There went a lean, no-fat marathon runner.
Disproportionately massive torso and skinny legs? A rower.
Big gut, wreathed in muscle—weight lifter.
A crowd began to form around the edges of the pool. Whether they were purely spectators to the debauchery or waiting for an inch of open water to join in, she couldn’t tell. But they elbowed Rebel back from the pool with their muscular, jostling bodies.
Swearing under her breath, she let herself