Barrel of Monkeys (Drunk Monkeys 5)
by Tymber Dalton
One can of whup-ass delivered courtesy of…the Drunk Monkeys.
Gia Quick is an LA Sheriff’s deputy in Santa Clarita. She gets an emergency promotion to station chief after Kite, riots, and earthquakes bring the region to its knees. She knows the only solution to keep rioters and Kiters out is to blow the freeway and give citizens time to escape.
Omega and Echo are on a recon mission when a mob ambushes them and they get separated from the rest of the Drunk Monkeys. They find Gia arresting—even after the short, feisty deputy arrests them. She needs a road blown and they can help, if they can locate the rest of their unit.
Unfortunately, Kite hits close to home for Gia, and there’s nothing keeping her in Santa Clarita. But the military has one hell of a cover-up underway. When Gia opens this barrel of monkeys, she might find more than she bargained for…and she just might find love.
When you need a job done right, you need to call in the Drunk Monkeys…
The A-Team meets Mad Max meets The Walking Dead (without zombies). The Drunk Monkeys series is a MFM post-apocalyptic, near-future series (non-paranormal) featuring the men of the elite special ops military unit dubbed the Drunk Monkeys. These twenty men must work to locate and bring in the scientists who can stop the Kite virus from ravaging the world.
Unfortunately, there are those who want to control a Kite vaccine, and who will stop at nothing to try to ensure the Drunk Monkeys fail. Including a batcrap crazy preacher with apocalyptic delusions of becoming President of the United States.
There are ten books in the series, all of them MFM romantic pairings and HEA storylines.
Tymber Dalton is the wild-child alter-ego of author Lesli Richardson. She lives in the Tampa Bay region of Florida with her husband (aka “The World’s Best Husband™”) and too many pets. Active in the BDSM lifestyle, the two-time EPIC award winner is also the bestselling author of over one hundred books, including The Reluctant Dom, The Denim Dom, Cardinal’s Rule, the Suncoast Society series, the Love Slave for Two series, the Triple Trouble series, the Coffeeshop Coven series, the Good Will Ghost Hunting series, the Drunk Monkeys series, and many more.
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She reholstered her sidearm and walked down to the last cell. The drunk was still snoring, facedown, on the floor.
The other two men, sitting on a bench and appearing relatively relaxed, looked up at her arrival.
“He give you any trouble?” she asked, tipping her chin to indicate the drunk.
he black guy smiled, broad and beaming. Damn, he was cute. Really short hair, like maybe he usually shaved his head and it was growing back now, and built like a farking tank. The other guy was a cutie, too. Blue eyes and brown hair and while muscular, he looked more like an athlete than a battering ram when compared to his partner.
Both men stood. The black guy was a couple inches taller than the white dude, and he was apparently in charge. “Naw,” he said. “Just snoring a little. I think he might have pissed himself at some point, but we kept an eye out to make sure he didn’t puke and aspirate.”
She liked that answer. Better, she liked the confident tone he delivered it in. Not quite cocky, but without a hint of condescension, either.
“Thanks. So what’s your name?”
“Omega.” He hooked a thumb in the other man’s direction. “This here is my partner, Echo.”
She was shocked that a little, tiny part of her felt a pang of disappointment. “Ah.”
Omega laughed. “Not that kind of partner. We’re straight.” He finally walked over to the door and she realized just how much she had to crane her head back to look up to meet his gaze.
“So what needs to happen next, ma’am?” he asked.
Again, no condescension. More like military deference, once again reinforcing her gut instinct about them. “You’re going to turn around, arms behind you, and stick your hands out that access hole there. I’m going to fingerprint you and then we’ll see what happens.”
“I’d prefer we didn’t get printed.”
Of course it couldn’t be that easy. “Sorry, but I didn’t ask your opinion. You going to do it? Or do I need to get a couple of guys in here to tase your asses?”
“We’re on a mission. If you take our prints, it could put everything in jeopardy.”
“If you haven’t noticed, buddy, the world as we know it is coming to an end. You are, frankly, not my highest priority.” She shrugged. “Sit in a cell all night. I don’t care.” She started to walk away.
“I heard you’re in the market for a new demolitions expert,” he called out.
That stopped her in her tracks. She backed up and met his brown gaze through the glass. “Where’d you hear that?”
“The two who brought us in. They were talking in the front seat. Brilliant plan, by the way. But if that kid who died was your only explosives guy, you’re going to either need a new plan, or a new guy.”
“Then start talking.”
“How about a little quid pro quo?”
She honestly couldn’t tell if the guy was full of shit or not. “How about I remind you you’re the ones locked in a holding cell, soldier.”
One eyebrow arched up.
Damn he was cute.
“You former military?” he asked.
“I was an MP. Two years in Manila, two in Alaska.” He didn’t need to know about her three months in Guam. In fact, no one outside the military, or outside of the Pentagon, knew about that.
Echo laughed. “How the fark you land yourself in Alaska?”
She shrugged. “I wouldn’t fuck a guy and nearly ripped his balls off.”
Both men winced, giving her more than a little smug satisfaction.
“Okay,” Omega said. “So then you know about military protocols.”
“You could say that, yeah. Been a while since I was in. Got out when I was twenty-two. Went in right after high school.”
“So how long you been a deputy?” Echo asked.
“Fourteen years with LASD.” She laughed. “I’m a captain promoted to station chief as of this morning. You believe that shit?”
“Not that this station will be around much longer,” Omega observed.
“You got that right. I’m guessing three days at the most. If we’re damn lucky. And that’s doubtful.” She studied the men. “So you’re what, special ops?”
“Ever hear of the SOTIF program?” Omega asked.
“Well, it’s only been around four years, so I doubt you would unless you have friends who are still in. It’s a grueling process. People on SOTIF teams make the former special ops teams from the different military branches look like pussies by comparison.”
“Now you have my interest,” she said. She knew he was stalling her, but if he was talking, she’d listen.
“Special Operations and Tactical Infiltration Force,” Omega said. “There are at least ten teams of twenty, that we’re aware of. Not our job to know all of it. Our unit designation is SOTIF1.”
“Guess that makes you guys extra special, huh?”
“You could say that. And we were doing recon to get our unit out of Altadena when we ran into those jokers and their little makeshift roadblock.”
“The rest of our guys. And some special cargo.”
He smiled. “Time for that quid pro quo to kick in. Then we’ll talk some more.”
“Well, until I can take your prints and prove who you are, you ain’t going anywhere.”
“Even if I can point you to not one, but two highly skilled demolitions and explosives experts?”
When Gia finished her shower, she thought about getting fully dressed again, then changed her mind.
Screw it. Either they will, or they won’t.
She didn’t meet anyone in the hallway as she marched down the corridor, towel tightly wrapped around her, shower bag over her shoulder, bulletproof vest in one hand and her mug of coffee in the other.
Taking a deep breath, she walked into her office…
And found herself alone.
She was standing there trying to decide how to process that, fighting off her disappointment and wondering whether it meant they weren’t interested after all and had skedaddled, or what, when the door opened.
She turned. Omega and Echo practically filled the doorway. Omega entered first, Echo on his heels and closing and locking it behind them.
Her breath caught in her throat.
Both men smiled. Omega held up a couple of condom pouches. “You still want to see how stiff you can make something?”
Heart racing, she nodded.
The men walked over. Echo took her vest and dropped it on the floor, and took the mug of coffee from her and set it on the file cabinet next to her while Omega relieved her of the shower bag and set it on the floor.
Omega stood in front of her while Echo stood behind her. “You need to say it. We need to hear you say it.”
She wasn’t sure she could say anything at that point because her damn mouth had gone dry again.
But she tried. “I wouldn’t mind fooling around with you two, if you’re up to it.”
Omega stepped forward, pressing her back against Echo. His brown gaze burned down into her eyes. “How’s that feel? That feel like we’re up for it, Gia?”
A soft whine escaped her. She would be in for a world of the good kind of hurt the next morning. Dave had been average. These two both felt like they were hung.
Echo’s lips scorched her skin as he nibbled along the nape of her neck. She’d need another shower at this rate, because it felt like her pussy was throbbing already and juices were sliding down the insides of her thighs.
Omega stepped back only so he could take her towel and slowly unwrap it from around her. He took his time, his gaze never leaving hers. “Don’t have a lot of time right now, unfortunately,” he said, “but more than enough time to leave all three of us satisfied at once. You ever been spit-roasted?”
She had to swallow again and shook her head instead of trying to answer.
Her nipples pebbled in the cool air as he dropped the towel. He reached up and cupped her breasts, playing with her nipples, his deep brown flesh in stark contrast to her pale skin. “How would you like to come with his cock down your throat and mine sliding up that sweet pussy of yours?”
She nodded. Yeah, I’m good with that! But the words wouldn’t come.
He smiled and leaned in, dipping his knees so he could kiss her.
He started out gently, but then she realized how damn horny she was, how hot these guys were, and how badly she did not want their fun ruined by someone knocking on the door and needing her.
Quickie now, quality later.
So she wrapped her arms around his neck and locked lips with him, hooking a leg around one of his so he couldn’t move away.
Echo grabbed her hips and ground against her bare ass. The feel of his iron bulge, concealed by the coarse fabric of his trousers, nearly drove her over the edge right there. Her clit throbbed, and how sad was she that she couldn’t even remember the last time she’d masturbated?
Hell, the last time she’d felt like masturbating.
Echo’s hands traveled around to her belly, down, between her thighs. He swiped two fingers between her pussy lips and she let out a loud moan muffled only by Omega’s mouth on hers.
“Oh, yeah,” Echo said. “She’s primed.” He slid one, then two fingers inside her cunt lips and started slowly fucking her with them.
Omega lifted his mouth from hers. “We don’t screw around,” he said. “You want to try this with us, we’re cool with that. But you don’t go messing around with anyone else, either. You get tired of us, you tell us, and we part friends first. Then you’re free to go do whatever you want. Deal?”
She nodded, a little sanity breaking through. “I’m clean,” she said, “And have a five-year.”
He smiled. “Well, now that’s good. That means for this round, we don’t need these.” He dropped the condoms onto the floor and then grabbed her hands and put them on the front of his trousers, which looked like they would tear open from the strain. “How about you say hello?”
Echo let go of her so she could drop to her knees in front of Omega. She practically ripped his trousers open and when she had his cock freed from his briefs, she enjoyed the way his fingers tangled in her short brown hair as she went down on him.
Oh, yes, she’d be feeling this tomorrow. Nine inches, at least, and thick.
And she’d enjoy every damn ache and pain.
He let out a soft hiss. “Easy, baby. Don’t suck one out of me yet,” he warned. “Just a hello kiss. Now Echo. Don’t leave him hanging.”
Echo stepped up next to Omega and she also eagerly unwrapped him like a kid at Christmas. She kept one hand circled around the base of Omega’s cock, his hips slowly thrusting against her grip as she devoured Echo’s. He wasn’t quite as long as Omega, but a little thicker.
No complaints from her at all. Both of them put Dave to shame.
After a moment, he, too, pulled her off his cock. “Over the desk, baby,” he hoarsely said. “Right now.”
They shoved Baynes’ desk calendar and other items over to the side and lifted her so she was lying facedown over the desk. Echo stood in front of her while Omega stepped between her legs. Her toes barely touched the floor, but she opened her mouth wide, trying to reach Echo’s cock again while Omega swiped the head of his cock through her pussy lips and started pressing the head of it in.
She let out a moan that was only half muffled by Echo’s cock sliding between her lips.