Tamed - Special Forces Team Series 2

By Susan Raynes

Special agent Liz Gibson was headstrong, daring, independent and in love with a dangerous job. And she had no intention of changing that. Gray Blackwood has already convinced her to marry him – but now he wants her to make even more concessions. Give up her job? Never in her life! What to do when Gray insists on the whole package? When her family suddenly finds itself in danger, everything becomes clear to her. But is it too late?

Special Forces Team Series Order:

Tempted (Special Forces Team Series Book 1)
Tamed (Special Forces Team Series Book 2)
Captured (Special Forces Team Series Book 3)

• Language: English
• Publisher: Latos Publishing
• Release date: Jun 23, 2017
• ISBN: 9783945766668

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Tamed

Special Forces Team Series Book 2

Susan Raynes and Lesley Schuldt

ISBN: 978-3-945766-66-8

All rights reserved. Any reproduction or other unauthorized use of the material or artwork herein is prohibited.

Any similarities to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Epilogue

Dear Reader

Imprint

Chapter 1

Liz rifled through her closet throwing her possessions into a large garbage bag. She ignored both of the men who were watching her as she sorted and packed. Gray looked like he was trying hard not to pull the pile of clothes out of the bag and fold them neatly into a box. As soon as Liz went into another room, Jeff laughed because his brother finally caved to Jeff’s conception of tidiness, pulled his wife’s clothes from the bag and folded them in a box.

It had been over a month since their first attempt at moving Liz’s things. Liz and Gray had gotten married seven weeks ago; enough time for them to get used to their new living situation, but Liz still struggled with the fact that she had married Gray. As promised, he had given her the freedom she needed, but not a day went by, that he didn’t constantly remind her of their common bond.

Liz didn’t like that she was being forced, as she saw it, to give up her old apartment. Her apartment had become oddly unfamiliar to her and no longer felt like home, yet the four old walls gave her a sense of security, almost like a small, secret, and above all, peaceful island. Here Liz could act like it was still the good old days and didn’t have to deal with her husband, who became more confusing the longer she was with him.

She clenched her teeth, pulled a drawer out of the dresser in her bedroom, and dumped the contents into an empty box. Then she thrust the drawer back into place and swept a strand of hair behind her ear, feeling helpless. Couldn’t she have done this by herself? At least she would have been able to say goodbye to her old life without an audience. And above all without the stupid commentary of her brother-in-law, who had gotten on her nerves hours ago with his unjustified accusations. That man could really be a pain in the neck.

How can you be so careless? Jeff said as he stacked the boxes. He watched her lips press together and expected a disgruntled snort or a, "What’s it to you, moron?"

Why don’t you mind your own business, Jeff? I do things as I see fit. One nagging Blackwood telling me about how carelessly I behave, is more than enough! Then she stood from her crouched position holding her box, turned around and looked at Jeff. Don’t you think it’s about time you got out of here? Your joking and running commentary, annoys the heck out of me! She glared at him and walked out of the bedroom with her head held high.

That was articulate! Jeff looked at Gray, taken aback. Gray had been quiet the entire time and eventually turned his head so Jeff wouldn’t notice him smirk.

What did you expect when you say things like that?

I’m just giving my opinion! Or do you think someday she’s going to stop this nonsense?

You’re completely right. It’s always the same. Without exception, Liz and Jennifer disregard our orders and then get into tough spots. Unfortunately, they’re indispensable specialists which is why they haven’t gotten pushed out of the unit yet. I wish Townsend wouldn’t constantly overlook their insubordination. Gray let out a sigh which seemed to come from deep within. He snatched a stack of books off the shelf and put them in a box. When he looked up, Jeff stood in front of him, his arms crossed over his chest.

"At some point, your wives will get into serious trouble if they keep behaving like this. The way they do their jobs, it’s almost a miracle something worse hasn’t happened to them. Regardless of their problems with authority, Liz and Jennifer need to be more cautious when they approach their missions. They almost always put on a Die Hard number which won’t work in the long run. At some point they’ll…" His brother’s concerned glance made him stop.

Get killed. Gray finished the sentence as he ran his hand through his hair. That’s what you wanted to say, wasn’t it? Jeff just nodded but kept quiet. Do you think I’m not aware of that … we’re not aware of it? Chris goes on and on with Jennifer about it and I do the same with Liz. Without success.

Jeff pursed his lips and rubbed his chin. Then I’ve got a suggestion, he said, giving a boyish grin.

And what’s that, oh wisest of all brothers? Gray looked at his brother wide-eyed. Your suggestions are cherished, but—

What about having children? Then your wives would definitely be out of the firing line, permanently, Jeff said, completely serious.

It isn’t like I haven’t tried that.

Both men burst out laughing.

Quickly they became serious again and Jeff switched topics. Am I really a burden to you? I can leave if I’m bothering you. Just say the word.

Oh, stop it! Besides, you’re not with us that often. And Liz only said that because you get on her nerves when you accuse her of things.

But you do it too! Maybe that’s the reason she doesn’t listen?

I’m allowed to! She’s my wife.

Their renewed burst of merriment was fueled by the anger flashing in Liz’s eyes. She had just walked into the bedroom and had caught Gray’s last comment. She stood with her fists on her hips, furious.

Listen up, chatterboxes. Either make yourself useful for once and carry something to the truck, or get lost. I can do it just as well by myself.

The brothers snatched up some boxes, bounded hastily out of the bedroom and had the truck loaded in no time.

***

Back home, the boxes stacked in the garage, Liz collapsed into a chair on the patio and stretched her legs out. She was exhausted. She watched her dogs, Nero and Lucky, fight over a large piece of blue fabric and chase each other around the yard.

Somehow that looks familiar, Liz thought. Then she laughed. Um, Jeff, aren’t those your pants? she asked and nodded toward the dogs. She didn’t even try to disguise her malicious pleasure. His hours-long nagging deserved this punishment.

Her brother-in-law jumped up and ran after the dogs. Hey, sweethearts! Give me my pants back! They thought he wanted to join their game and ran away from him, both holding tightly to the jeans, changing direction again and again to dodge their pursuer. After a while, Jeff grabbed Nero by the neck and pulled on the pants. Nero held tightly with his teeth.

Let go! Those are my favorite jeans. When Lucky started pulling wildly on the pants, flinging his head back and forth, Jeff’s patience was at an end. Lucky, drop! Now!

After a lengthy struggle, he finally took his shredded, slobbery blue denim jeans and went back to the patio. He held up the torn pants to his brother. You owe me a new pair of pants. I can’t wear these anymore.

What’s the matter? That’s all the rage. Trendy, torn jeans like those cost a fortune these days. But if you can’t use the pants anymore, just give them to the dogs. Gray took the jeans out of Jeff’s hand and threw them in the grass. Both dogs lunged for the pants and tugged at them, growling. A ripping noise indicated the seams gave way. Then the dogs darted in opposite directions, each holding a piece of torn denim in his mouth.

Jeff watched Lucky retreat to a corner of the yard. He dropped the pant leg and tried to bury it. Then he circled the pile of denim, dirt, and grass before he lifted his leg and marked the small hill. Jeff looked in the other direction at Nero who was contentedly chewing on the torn fabric under an ornamental bush. I would love to know why they only just pick out my clothes, Jeff said, looking at his brother. First the two T-shirts, then the sneakers, three socks and now my favorite jeans. What’s with that?

Maybe they do it out of respect? said Gray, shrugging.

If they respected me, they would leave my stuff alone!

I meant more out of respect for Liz and me.

Jeff rolled his eyes and grimaced, and Gray burst out laughing.

Do you want something to drink? Liz asked as she stood up.

Both men nodded.

Something cold would be nice, said Gray as he watched her. They had been married for almost two months, but up until now, Liz had never once let him know, that she loved him. And he still hadn’t revealed his feelings to her, knowing she might withdraw even more from him if he did. Whenever they made love, she gave all of herself and didn’t hold anything back. But otherwise, she kept her distance. That was something that concerned him. Gray was biding time, but that didn’t suit him at all.

She won’t say what you want her to say either, Jeff said, tearing Gray from his thoughts.

Gray turned and looked at Jeff. What do you mean?

You know exactly what I mean. I notice how much you think about it. Why don’t you just take the first step?

And if she withdraws even more? Then I can’t do anything! He stared straight ahead.

At least then she’ll know. Maybe she’s just waiting for it. You ever thought about that?

You think so? Gray’s face spoke volumes. He was full of skepticism, and wrinkled his brow.

It’s definitely possible. Tiptoeing around one another certainly can’t last.

Liz emerged on the patio with the drinks. After a short chat, she went back into the house and Jeff pointed at her with a nod, Come on, just do it! At worst you’ll feel rejected. And you’ll still be where you are now and you’ll just have to wait it out.

Of course, Jeff’s comment didn’t completely resolve Gray’s doubts, but he nevertheless followed his wife. The way you tell it, it sounds pretty simple.

That’s exactly what it is—simple.

***

Gray slowly opened the bedroom door. He heard water running and knew where he would find Liz. On the way into the bathroom he got undressed and let his things fall on the light brown carpeting. He stood in the doorway to the bathroom and watched his wife through the glass shower door which was obscured by steam.

She slowly lathered herself, then stretched toward the showerhead to rinse the lather from her skin. Just watching Liz shower made Gray’s heart beat faster. He looked down and wasn’t surprised to find himself fully aroused. That seemed to be almost a permanent condition these days. Smiling, he shook his head and turned his gaze back to Liz before he walked to the shower and pushed open the door.

Surprised, Liz looked up as Gray gave her a sensual smile and joined her in the shower. He pulled her into his arms, tilted his head, and gently ran his lips over hers before he kissed her deeply and full of passion.

She returned his kiss fervently and moaned when she felt Gray’s hands tenderly exploring her body. Liz slid her arms around his neck, pushed against him and rubbed her body against his, almost aggressively. She wanted him. And right now! Without any foreplay.

Gray stopped kissing her and framed her face with his hands. He looked into the stormy depths of her beautiful blue eyes where a challenge smoldered. Liz?

Her answer was a barely perceptible shake of her head. No words were needed, and Gray understood that. He pressed Liz’s back against the tiled wall, put his hands around her waist, lifted her up and thrust into her with a moan.

That’s exactly what she wanted now. That’s exactly what she needed now. No words. No whispered terms of endearment. Just wild, unrestrained, quick sex. Liz embraced Gray tightly with her arms and legs. She buried her head in the crook of his neck, closed her eyes and enjoyed the roughness that was typical of their union.

In the throes of passion bordering on desperation, Gray took possession of her body. With his hands propped on either side of her head on the cool tiles, he repeatedly thrust his hips in an aggressive rhythm. Again and again he penetrated her damp warmth until they both climaxed.

Gray’s breathing was heavy and ragged. His heart beat hard in his chest, and he felt Liz withdraw emotionally. She always did that. And each time was more obvious than the last. Gray felt the familiar seed of doubt and wrapped his arms around Liz holding on tight. He didn’t want to let her go, not yet.

They stayed in that position for a small eternity enjoying the aftermath of their short, stormy lovemaking. Gray raised his head and swept her hair tenderly out of her face. Liz still embraced him tightly. The warm water ran down her back and collected on the floor. A fallen bath sponge blocked the drain.

We should get out of here, otherwise the water bill will be insane, said Liz with a grin, letting her fingertips wander over the back of Gray’s neck.

Gray turned the faucet off and got out of the shower still holding her. After she freed herself from his grasp and was standing on her own legs again, Liz reached for one of the towels and wrapped it around her body.

Gray followed her movements. He could never get enough of looking at her. Sighing, he wrapped one of the soft towels around his waist and followed her like a shadow into the bedroom without taking his eyes off her. Liz?

Yes? She turned toward him.

Um… Where should he start? After all, it wasn’t every day that he openly admitted his love for her. Do you still hold it against me that I urged you to marry me?

Urged is certainly the wrong word, don’t you think? Since she smiled slightly when she answered, he was pretty sure she had at least partially forgiven him.

Are you happy then, with the situation as it is now? He fumbled around the real topic.

What do you mean? Do you want to know if I like it here?

That’s not really the point … but do you like it here?

You have a beautiful house, Gray, and I’m very comfortable.

It’s our house now, Liz, not just mine, he said, pleased with her response. What I wanted to know was whether you felt good about our marriage and if you are happy.

Even though I hadn’t expected it, I do feel good about our marriage. But why do you ask? Have I given you some kind of reason to think otherwise?

Liz, sweetheart, he said and sighed before he looked at her again. I just get the feeling you’re trying to keep your distance from me.

If that were true, then what was that all about in the shower just now? It didn’t look to me like I was keeping you at a distance.

Gray ran his hand through his short, dark hair and sighed again. He simply wasn’t reaching his wife. I didn’t mean that either. Everything’s great in that department. But other than sex, you withdraw from me and that concerns me. I mean, you rarely talk about what’s on your mind.

Liz shrugged. Are you saying I don’t trust you? She turned away and walked toward the closet. Gray noticed the wary expression in her eyes. Determined, he got in her way.

It’s not just a bed that couples share in a marriage, but everything else too. You never talk about your past and say next to nothing about your family. And you make it very hard to get to know you. I want to know everything about you; after all, I’m your husband. There’s a part of you that you’re keeping from me. Why? Is it because you don’t want me to get to know you? Gray took a step toward her and stroked her cheek gently with his fingertips. With a tender look he examined her and could see in her eyes how she was pulling even further away, shutting him out. That’s exactly what I mean, Liz! Do you do that subconsciously? Or are you deliberately keeping me out?

You married me; you didn’t buy me. And besides, what do you want to know? What’s so wrong with me wanting to keep something for myself? Liz took a step back and wrapped her arms around herself. If Gray hadn’t known better, he would have sworn he saw fear in her eyes. Quickly he rejected the thought. Liz wasn’t afraid of anything.

It means more to me than you think, Liz. I love you; I love you more than you can imagine.

Her shocked expression spoke volumes. His confession was probably a mistake. She was still not ready to hear that from him. Nevertheless, Gray felt fantastic, as if freed from a heavy burden.

Don’t do that Gray! You’re not allowed to do that!

I can’t help it, sweetheart. He said and laughed. You can’t stop love!

Then fight against it, she said. I will too and that will stop it!

That’s the real reason you hide from me, isn’t it? He finally understood her reaction. You’re afraid of your feelings and what will happen if you listen to them. You don’t have to be afraid. What’s so wrong with loving someone? What’s more beautiful than loving and being loved?

When he took a step closer to take her into his arms, she whirled around, ran into the bathroom and locked herself in. He talked to her through the door. Liz? Darling? Come on! Open the door! Let’s talk about it.

Silence.

Okay. I’ll be patient and won’t press you anymore. I know you’ll see it, too, one day. You’ll feel it. Gray stroked the door and mumbled to himself, I love you, Liz! Nothing would ever convince me otherwise, and I won’t fight it.

With a sigh, he turned away, put on a clean pair of jeans and a short-sleeved dark gray shirt and left.

When he reached the patio, Jeff looked at him curiously from his lounge chair. So? Did she react? he asked, sitting up and reaching for his coffee cup.

Yes, said Gray with a crooked grin.

Well, what did she say?

Not very much. She locked herself in the bathroom.

Jeff choked on his coffee, coughed, and banged his fist against his chest. "She did what?"

It gave her quite a shock. She even demanded I suppress my feelings for her.

Now what are you gonna do?

Just wait, I guess. At some point she’ll realize she feels that way, too. If she didn’t feel something for me, she wouldn’t have panicked and hid in the bathroom. She doesn’t know how to deal with her feelings and is trying to ignore them.

That’s tough. People are powerless against their feelings. No one can do anything about it, not even Liz!

Exactly! That’s why I’m just going to wait until she sees it for herself. Gray leaned back in his lounge chair and put on his sunglasses. At least she’s not indifferent to me, Gray thought. She needed time, and he would give her as much time as she wanted—until she finally opened her heart to him. Then he would remind her what it was like for him. He had forced her into marrying him by threatening to tell her family what she did for a living. He had strong feelings for her even then, and at the time, it was the only way he felt he could keep her with him. He wouldn’t push his feelings on her. Not that. He would just remind her that she couldn’t escape them and would have to come to terms with them, even if it was unpleasant for her.

***

With her knees to her chest, Liz sat on the bathroom floor, squeezed into the corner. She was as far away from the door as she could get, just in case her husband tried to kick in the door.

With her back against the cool tile, she dropped her head, resigned. This was exactly what she had been afraid of! She had gone to great lengths to keep Gray at a great distance—except, of course, when they slept together—to not trigger this destructive feeling in him, but obviously it hadn’t worked. He must have fallen in love with her shortly after their wedding. So it was only a matter of time before he brought up the notion of love. She had actually expected it to happen much sooner, given the way he looked at her as if waiting for something.

What should she do now? Would he expect her to quit her job next? If she truly loved him, she would do that to make him happy. But then she would probably be unhappy again, or at least, dissatisfied. And she didn’t want