Nightstalker: Red Team (5 page)

Lincoln

I paced this damn floor all night long!

My blood rushed through my body and I felt like I was gonna come out of my skin. I must have walked to the front door a hundred times wanting, no needing, to go over to Jasmin’s side of this fucking duplex. Knowing that only a wall separated us had me so on edge no amount of pushups or sit ups could burn the adrenaline pushing through my body. From that first sexy moan I heard on the porch I was a goner. My dick was so hard I am surprised I didn’t have permanent damage. Who the hell was I kidding, my dick had been half hard from the moment I saw her again in the conference room. Last night when she stood in front of me with her gun drawn, only wearing that thin tank top, nipples on full display, and those skimpy little boxer shorts, FUCK! That woman was my every fantasy.

It was that first moan that I could not get out of my mind. The fierce look on her face when I told her she was running away from me, the warrior in her would not let her cower. It is that warrior that I wanted to tame. I wanted to bend her to my will, and see just how far I could push her boundaries. I knew she did not give her power over easily, that I would have to work to have her yield to me. And she would. That is the true power exchange, a strong woman willingly giving herself over. The total power exchange that I longed for. 

When she brushed her tight nipples against my chest, pure lust shot through every nerve ending. I had to touch her, there simply was no other option, her skin was covered in goose bumps just from me whispering in her ear, and her silky flesh called to me like a seductress. I could smell her sweet sex; I had to have just a little taste. It was euphoric when I touched the soft skin of her thigh and felt just how wet she was. Her taste exploded on my tongue when I sucked her wetness off my finger.

When I made my way into my side of the duplex I went straight for a cold shower. My dick was begging for the attention. Attention that I knew Jasmin was not ready for. As soon as I finally got my dick to cooperate and go down, that’s when I heard Jasmin’s sweet moan from the other side of the wall. The shampoo bottle slipped out of my hands and hit the floor. Once again my dick was like granite thinking of Jasmin’s small little fingers sliding into her tight pussy. I ached to fill her up and tie her down, tie her to me so tightly she could never break free. I did something I had not done since I was a horny teenager, and stroked my dick. Thinking about Jasmin pleasuring herself, I could picture her beautiful body laying across her bed her nipples erect begging for attention. Knowing she was only inches from me had me placing my head against the shower wall trying to get closer to her.  All it took was hearing her call out my name when she orgasmed and white hot pleasure shot out of my dick all over the tile wall and I let out my own cry.

After the shower jerk off session I could not get my mind to shut off. Visions of Jasmin plagued my mind. No other woman has ever gotten under my skin the way she has. I am a one night type of guy. My life does not allow for more than that, and honestly some Frog Hog bar slag never interested me past being a warm body for the night.

Jasmin Smith was my game changer, now all I had to do was tame a prickly five foot nothing warrior princess. Easier said than done.

***

I could not have timed this shit better if I had tried. God was looking down on me blessing me with good luck today.

“Morning,” I called out to Jasmin as she stepped out of her house.

“Morning.” She turned her red face away from me quickly and bee lined it towards the bikes.

Holy shit this was just too good to pass up, tough as nails Jasmin Smith red faced and shy. Damn, she was turning me on with this innocent schoolgirl act. Well, it was either that or the tight black leather pants she had on. Either or, my dick was stirring once again.

“What’s the hurry, sweet Jasmin?”

“I don’t like to be late. Z will have your ass if you’re not in that conference room by zero nine fifty. Anything less than ten minutes early is late to him.”

I call bullshit on her late excuse but I’ll let it slide.

“So… did you sleep well?” I just couldn’t stop myself. There was something sexy about a flustered Jasmin.

Before she could reply she dropped her helmet on the ground with a loud crack.

“FUCK!” she yelled and bent over to pick up her helmet.

God Damn, if I though her ass looked good in those jeans she had on last night, they got nothin’ on black leather. I should make a shrine in honor of her ass; my hand was twitching to smack those juicy cheeks before I slid into her from behind.

Before I could lift my eyes off her gorgeous ass she looked over her shoulder at me, I did not give two shits that she caught me staring at her.

“You know I have a face right?” she snapped at me.

“Oh yeah darlin’, I did not miss that pretty pink color you were sportin’ when you high tailed it off this porch to rush to your bike.”

“Holy shit you’re annoying. I did not ‘high tail it’ anywhere. You certainly have an active imagination.”

“I just call it like I see it. You never answered me, did you sleep well?”

As if on cue there was the pretty blush across her cheeks.

“Fuck off, Lincoln.” She yelled over her shoulder has she threw her leg over her bike and started her up.

Before I could even start my Lightning LS-218 she shot out of the driveway. I could no longer hear her bike as I revved mine and took off. I caught up with her once we hit the highway. This bitch was crazy weaving in and out of traffic, hitting speeds of 100 mph in morning traffic.

I pulled up beside her once we hit the Severn River Bridge. It was a beautiful morning; the sailboats were all out in the bay enjoying the early summer weather. Jasmin glanced over at me, and lifted her left hand off the bars shot one finger in the air circled it and pointed forward. This chick wanted to race me? Damn this woman was crazy as shit! I nodded my head, up shifted, and hit the throttle. My bike quickly accelerated to 150 mph in three seconds flat. Damn I loved this bike. She was worth every last penny. Jasmin caught up to me a few seconds later. Her bike was nowhere near as fast as mine, but I’d let her play. There was traffic coming up in front of us, we split off. She swerved right to pass two cars and I took the left lane, dodging in between the other motorists. We were almost on the other side of the bridge. Traffic cleared and she gunned it. I let her pull ahead of me, I knew she was getting ready to top her speed out nearing 160 mph. I still had plenty of horsepower to blow through before I was anywhere near done. I shifted into sixth gear and hit the throttle; I blew by her like she was standing still. Coming off the bridge I down shifted, slowing my bike. Jasmin flipped me the finger as she pulled next to me. We slowed our speed as we made our way through the historic downtown Annapolis area, passing the capitol building pulling into the parking area of Z Corps.

Pulling into the parking spaces designated for Z Corps, I turned my bike off and threw the kick stand. Damn, I missed riding my baby while I was gone. Jasmin parked as far away from me as she could, dismounting her bike, and pulling her helmet off. She shook out all that long silky hair, using her fingers to try and comb out the knots. Fuck me! I could not help imagining what she looked like on her hands and knees with my hands fisting all that hair as I fucked into her from behind. This chick was a walking wet dream.

“You always drive like a fucking maniac?” I yelled over to her.

“Only when an asshole is chasing me.”

I stepped in front of her, blocking her path as she tried to exit the parking structure. Standing this close to her I could smell the familiar scent of sweet night Jasmin on her skin. One more step and we would be touching. One more step and that sweet ass body would be pressed against mine.

“Believe me sweet Jasmin when the time is right, I won’t be chasing. I’ll be taking,” I whispered.

“That will never happen,” she responded but made no effort to move away from me.

“Oh, it’s gonna fuckin’ happen. I will have you.” I closed the small distance between us, making sure she could feel my days’ worth of stubble on her soft cheek as I inched closer to her ear. “I will take, and touch, and lick every single inch of your tight little body. Your little pussy will ache so badly you’ll beg me to fuck you.” I pushed my hard dick on her lower stomach so she could feel just how serious I was.

That soft little moan that slipped past her lips told me she was on board with my idea even if she was going to fight it. Yeah I was looking forward to that fight.

“Who the fuck do you think you are talking to me like that?”

“Sweet Jasmin, I don’t have to think. I
know
I am the man that is going to tie you down, fuck you, and push you to your limits. I am the man that is going to snap the tight control you are desperate to keep. I am the man that is going to break you and bend you. You can try and fight me; I am counting on it actually. Nothing will change in the end, you will be mine, but it will make the journey all the more fun.”

I step away adjusting my now hard dick in my pants. Her eyes followed and grew big when she saw just how thick I was through my pants.

“You can’t talk to me like that. No one has ever talked to me like that!”

I wasn’t sure if her face was red because she was turned on or pissed the hell off; probably a little of both.

“That’s because you have never had a real man, Jasmin. I am not a little boy who is going to ask, I will take, but more than that, you will desperately want to give it to me.”

With that I walked away, not giving her a chance to pull away from me. I made my way into Z Corps public reception area. A cute blonde was behind the desk giving me the same ‘fuck me’ smile I have seen thousands of times.

“Good Morning, Lincoln,” she chirped out.

With a nod of my head I walked past her, I didn’t want to encourage this bitch. A simple ‘good morning’ will turn into a conversation that then turns into encouragement. I was not interested. Woman like this blonde were a dime a dozen. I was sure she had offered up her services to every man employed by Z Corps.

***

As soon as I reached my new office I heard my name being called.

“What’s up Drew?” I asked when he stepped in my office.

“After the meeting I’ll brief you on my cases. I have closed all but two, a congressman’s wife is stepping out on him, and the other is a grown daughter of an aid in the White House who has not checked in and her parents are starting to get worried,” he replied.

“Yeah, I am free the rest of the day. You find anything interesting on the aid’s daughter?” I sat down in my chair to grab a notepad.

“Nothing yet, she is 25, attending Georgetown law. From what I have found she’s quite the party girl. The case just dropped on my desk two days ago. Z took it as a favor to the President. The girl’s mother has been working for the First Lady for six years now; she is very fond of her.”

“Boyfriend?” I asked.

“Many.” Drew shook his head.

Before we could finish our conversation Eric knocked on the door frame. He came to a stop in the doorway.

“We good?” Eric asked.

“You ready to talk this shit through?” I asked. I was not ready to let his shit slide just yet.

“Yup,” Eric said but his body language said he was anything but ready.

“Right,” I stood up ready to head into the meeting.

“You know she is going to be pissed right?” Eric asked.

“I’ll handle her,” I assured him.

“Handle her? I am not sure a man alive is equipped to
handle
her,” Eric chuckled.

“You’ve never seen my equipment.” I was trying to make light of the situation, but my gut knew I was going to have the fight of my life ahead of me.

It would be a miracle if I walked away with both balls intact after today’s meeting. My warrior princess was a wild cat when she was pissed.

Jasmin

What in the ever loving fuck was I doing? Why didn’t I kick him in his balls when I first saw him on the porch this morning with that smug ass look on his face? Why? Because Mr. DDG cast a fucking spell on me every single time I was around him. How apt. A ‘fucking spell’. That is what it was. I turned into a bitch in heat whenever he was less than ten feet from me. All it took was me walking out my front door and I could smell his clean soap smell, reminding me of his shower, and I blushed like a silly schoolgirl virgin. Maybe that is what I am, minus the schoolgirl. Does a woman turn back into a virgin if she has not had sex in ten years? Ten long years! The last time I had actual sex was with some Army Specialist my first year in the Army. After I found out it was on a bet to see if someone from his platoon could fuck the ‘ice bitch’, I beat his ass and found other ways to satisfy myself, alone. I am nobody’s joke.

Maybe I just needed to get laid. That is exactly what I should do, go out to a bar with the guys tonight and pick up some random guy to take home and fuck. The last guy I thought about going home with asked if he could call me ‘Momma’ during sex. Yeah that was a turn off. I patted him on his head and was on my way. I had options and offers every time I went out with the team, my only problem was that I didn’t like weak men and I found fault in every man. The guys told me it is because I gave off a Domme vibe. Whatever the hell that meant.

I took a second to regain my composure before I entered the public reception of Z Corps. Donna the receptionist was at her desk looking like a five dollar hooker. She has fucked most of the guys in this building, though no man on my team would touch her.

“Good Morning Jasmin,” Donna sneered. Yeah this bitch hated me for reasons only known to her.

“Yup. Is Z in?” I inquired.

I did it just to piss her off because she was always such a bitch to me. Donna tried to call Zane, ‘Z’ once and she was corrected and told to call him “Mr. Lewis”.

“Mr. Lewis has arrived, yes.”

I didn’t respond. Bitch!

***

Not even bothering to stop at my office I walked straight up the stairs to Z’s office. All of this jackassery with Mr. DDG had almost made me forget how pissed I am at Z for keeping shit from me. I hate to be lied to and I knew deep in my gut something was being hidden from me. I knocked twice before I heard a “come in”. I opened the door and found Z sitting behind his desk in a sharp looking suit. I was always taken aback when I saw him dressed nicely. It was a far stretch from the cargo pants and tight tee shirts I was used to seeing him in.

“Morning, Jas,” he greeted as he looked up at me.

He looked wary, like he was unsure what my mood would be. Good, the asshole should be worried!

“Is it?” I asked as I sat in one of the two chairs in front of his desk.

“Impatient as ever.”

“Well let’s see Z, I have been trying to remember what happened back in Russia for the last two fucking years! Two fucking years! You know I have nightmares, you know I cannot remember everything that happened,
YOU KNOW
what it has done to me! Two God damn years, I think that is the very definition of patient!” I jumped right in.

“Jasmin, all I want to do is protect you, that is all I have ever wanted to do is protect you.”

“Fuck your protection Z. You are the only person in this world I fully trust. The only person I have told about my nightmares, you Zane, just you. And now I find out you have lied to me, you have been lying to me for two fucking years.”

“I have never God damn lied to you! I have never told you one untruth.”

I thought my head was about to pop off and explode. I was reaching thermonuclear levels here and Zane was acting like a fucking Politician.

“Untruths, let’s talk about untruths! Omitting facts is a lie! We will start with something easy, something I have waited damn near six years for you to tell me on your own. Let’s talk about your brother.

Zane looked like I hit him with a two by four his face went white and his eyes grew wide. It’s nice to know I can keep him on his toes.

“What… how?”

“Is it important how? Now what I am really interested in,
friend,
is why you felt the need to hide it from me?” I continued to question him.

“What about my brother, why is he important?”

“I don’t know, Zane, that is what I am asking. Why all the secrecy? Why is it so important to keep ‘Ghost’ hidden away?”

Before Zane could answer Lincoln was standing in the doorway, he too looked like someone had knocked the wind out of him. Had Zane lied to him too?

“Jasmin lets…” Zane was trying to backpedal. 

“Oh fuck no you don’t, we are finishing this now!”

I was done waiting, I wanted answers. Zane shot a look over at Lincoln. Lincoln’s eyes looked like they were pleading with Zane. What in the hell was going on?

I got to my feet to pace, I was missing something here. When I got my work up on Zane it said he had a younger brother. His mother had remarried after Zane’s father was killed in action while his mother was still pregnant with him.

His mother, Janis Parker, and her new husband had a son. The son’s name was retracted. Wait, Janis Parker. Parker… Holy mother fuck!

“Janis Parker,” I let the name hang in the air.

Both men moved at the same time coming towards me. I quickly shot my arms in front of me to stop them.

“Lincoln Parker is
Ghost,
your brother,” I said as I looked at Zane. It was a statement not a question.

My head was pounding; I was getting one of those headaches. I felt like I was going to pass out, all of the blood was rushing out of my head.
Ghost,
I know that name. I felt like I should know why. The answer was just in the outskirts of my memory, just out of my reach. I started to sway, fuck I need to sit down. What was wrong with me, everything was going black and I was hot. I felt myself starting to fall. Then nothing.

***

I could hear a faint sound like a whisper, a faraway breeze saying, “
Sweet Jasmin
wakeup baby, you’re safe. I got you, it’s okay now.”

I felt warm and safe.  I never wanted to leave this place.

I slowly started to come awake. My head was on something hard and a hand was near my face, brushing my hair away from my eyes. I cracked my eyes open and found Mr. DDG inches from my face. I was taken aback by the look on his face; no man had ever looked at me like that before. I could not place the emotion and it was gone before I could study it further. It was like I had been here before, this exact place in these arms. I came fully awake and realization hit I was sitting on Linc’s lap. How in the ever loving hell did I get here?

“What happened?” I asked him.

“You passed out.” I tried to jump off his lap, “NO, stay still.” Linc’s grip on me tightened.

“What the fuck, you don’t order me like a dog. Let me go.”

“Stay still, Jasmin. I am not fucking around with you.”

“Where’s Zane?”

“Why? Do you think my brother is going to save you?” Linc’s face was like stone. I had never seen Lincoln Parker pissed off but I think it was safe to say this was his pissed off face.

“Save me? What the fuck are you talking about?” I was so confused.

Linc’s face started to soften all the anger dissipating. He began to smooth my hair once again placing a few loose strands behind my ear. His touch was gentle and reverent. I leaned into his hand allowing him to take care of me, just this once, just for a moment. What the hell was I doing? Why did his touch feel familiar?

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

“For what, lying to me? It is Zane that should be apologizing. He is the one who lied. Why the secrecy, why are you hiding behind the call name Ghost?” I still wanted answers even in my weak state.

I tried to sit up again but Linc held firm.

“It was for the safety of everyone involved. In the beginning of my Navy career it was not an issue, not many people knew about Zane but only because I am a private person.” He stopped and looked thoughtful for a moment.

I could relate I was a very private too; I play my cards close to the vest.

“When I got called in by the CIA on an operation that involved the President, my records were sealed and my family’s names were retracted. That went for Zane as well, though his records had been changed so many times over the years by different handlers from his time in the CIA. I would have been surprised if there was any truth left in them. If our mother’s name was left in Zane’s records than someone wanted you to know that name. That was no mistake.”

“Why would someone do that, what does your mother do?” I was still confused. What is the big deal about Linc and Zane’s mother?

“My mother is a housewife; this has nothing to do with my mother,” Zane said from the door way, walking back in the room with a diet Coke and a Snickers bar.

Damn, this man knew me. He handed me the candy bar and soda and sat across from me. He shot Linc a look and shook his head. I tried yet again to move but Linc’s grip was unbreakable.

“Then what?” I questioned.

“To cause a rift between you and I. Whoever sent you that work up knew what they were doing. I was under strict orders not to speak about my brother for the safety of the mission. At some point I was going to have to lie to you about my family. As soon as I lie to you trust is broken, if the bond we share is broken then we can be divided. The once perdurable loyalty can now be brought into question. You can be turned against me,” Zane stopped searching my eyes, “I have never lied to you, Jasmin, or broken any confidence. Lincoln is my brother, my only sibling. Every other part of my life that you know is true,” Zane finished.

Deep down inside I knew he was telling me the truth about Lincoln, or Ghost, or Red Wing, or whoever the fuck he was known as around the world. Lincoln Parker had so many names I wondered if he also just had a symbol for his name like Prince.

That still didn’t clear up my biggest issue, Russia. That was a conversation I was not willing to have in front of Linc. I was already showing more weakness than I was willing to show any man, including Zane.

I pushed off Linc’s lap this time he let me go. I popped the top of my soda and took a long drink. I desperately needed more caffeine, especially after I spilt most of it this morning thinking about sexy Linc. That’s right; I could just blame every bad thing that was happening on Linc. My perfect world started slowly crumbling the moment he walked in the room.

“We will be finishing our original conversation later today. Thanks for the pick me up.” I held my candy bar out to him, “But you’re not off the hook, asshole!” I walked to the door debating whether or not to say anything to Linc for helping me. In the end I decided anything I said would just embarrass me further. I settled on a chin lift, he would understand.