Nightstalker: Red Team (7 page)

“Why don’t we move on to what our family ties have to do with national security. And Gerard, I know you are my Uncle’s personal protection but I swear to Christ, if you do not move your hand away from your weapon I will shoot your ass dead before you even pull your piece. No joke! Z is not a threat to the President but I can promise I am a threat to you.”  I was happy to have found my voice once again.

The president motioned for Gerard to stand down with a nod of his head. Gerard placed his hands in front of his body and clasped them together.

“I know this is hard…” the President started.

“This is all sorts of fucked up is what it is,” Eric chimed in.

“Yes, Eric I agree. Too many God damn secrets have been kept. Zane, it has killed me not to be able to tell you stories about your father. He was a good man, the best sort of man. He would be so proud of the man you have become. And you, Jasmin, my own niece, and I have not been able to hug you in twenty seven years. I had to watch your high school graduation from the back of your high school. Your basic training graduation after Noah died, it fucking gutted me to watch you all alone. All for some God forsaken promise and damn secrets,” my Uncle was shaking as he spoke. “As far as national security, my team took out Sonreír’s father. He was a drug smuggler and human trafficker. His girls ranged between the ages of ten to sixteen, sick mother fucker. It was a pleasure to put him down like the dog he was.”

“Holy shit,” Colin said always stating the obvious.

Holy shit was right! I was trying to connect the dots, but something was just out of reach. I needed to move around and puzzle this out.

“If Rick, Robert, Noah and Tom killed Sonreír’s father he would want revenge. How would he get his revenge?” I asked to no one in particular.

“He would start with the men that killed his father then move to their families if they are not available.” Drew replied.

He was always the one that talked things out with me. When we were in the planning stages of an op Drew and I would bounce ideas around while the others watched in amusement. It worked, we worked.

“Three out of the four men are dead. He would seek out family. How would you seek out someone with a military background and a CIA operative?” I asked.

“You hire a hacker,” Zane supplied the answer.

“Deepweb336 was looking for where CIA operatives were undercover. Neither of us were undercover at the time of the hack nor are we still in the CIA database,” I was still missing something.

“Deepweb336 was specifically looking for
Ghost,
however he was told to get the entire file to throw off the investigation sending us scrambling to protect hundreds of operatives,” the President explained.

“Lincoln, why would Sonreír want to find Lincoln?” Leo asked.

“He was the pawn,” the President answered.

“How so?” Leo continued.

“Lincoln was the easiest way to get to Zane. Zane would do anything to save his brother’s life,” I said out loud as I still was trying to puzzle together the last pieces, “Who left Lincoln and Z’s mother’s name in the file for me to find?”

“An analyst was paid off. Timothy Clark,” the President answered.

What in the fuck was going on here? Who the hell were all these fucking people!

“Before you ask, Jasmin, Clark was paid off to leave that name in hopes you would put two and two together that Zane had a brother he was lying about. If there could be a rift between you and Zane, you would be easier to get to, making you a pawn to get to me,” my Uncle was matter of fact in his explanation.

“Well Fuck me, Zane and Lincoln brothers,” Jax shook his head.

“What else don’t we know?” Colin sneered.

Yup, the team was getting pissed. They were lied to as well. Shit and Damn! This is going to get ugly fast. The whole room needed to separate.

“Can we please break for dinner or lunch or what the fuck ever as long as you all find a room that is not here to cool off? I just found out I have a kick ass house. I would prefer no one else break shit.” I tried to interject some humor in my request but the truth was I felt more like vomiting then laughing.

“Yup.” that’s all the response I got from the guys as they all walked in different directions.

“I’d like to see a picture if you don’t mind, Mr. President,” I asked.

“Jasmin, please call me Tom. I am your Uncle for God sakes,” he answered.

Yeah, that was not happening just yet. I just found out that not only do I have an uncle, but he was the President of the United States. And he had kept himself hidden from me for the last twenty eight years.

“I hope you understand that it might take some time.”

“Of course, follow me upstairs.” He turned to Gerard before we walked away. “Will you please see if the staff has left food as instructed?”

“Yes, sir.”

I followed the President, my Uncle, up the staircase. “I was at your inauguration. I got called in last minute as a replacement for a secret service agent.”

“Yes, you were. I could not let that day pass without my niece at my side, even if you didn’t know,” he replied.

“Thank you for that.”

We stepped into the master suite. My eyes widened. I looked all around the room, taking it all in. It was lovely. Done in soft greys and pale yellows, a huge four poster bed sat in the middle of the room with floor to ceiling windows at the foot of the bed. You could lie in bed and have a perfect, unobstructed view of the bay. The bureau had framed photographs atop it. I walked over to get a better look. My heart was pounding in my chest as I picked up a photograph of a man and a woman holding a baby girl. Tears streamed down my face as I saw my parents for the first time. All these years I used all the resources I had to try and find a single image of my parents. All the while there was a treasure trove of memories less than fifty miles from where I lived.

I clutched the framed photograph against my chest, hugging the parents I did not remember, mourning their death for the first time.

“Thank you, for them,” I cried.

Lincoln

I watched Jasmin sitting down by the dock holding an 8x10 framed image of her family. She had been down there damn near an hour. She was just rocking and staring at her parents. After the afternoon we all had, we decided to leave the rest of the conversation until the morning. Zane, Drew, and Tom went to the guest house with Gerard to start planning the mission. We would have tomorrow to plan then we would leave the next day, Drew staying behind at the White House.

I found myself walking towards the dock. I had tried to give her the privacy I knew she needed, but I lost the battle, needing to be next to her. I sat down behind her, putting my legs on either side of her so I could pull her back against my chest. Much to my surprise she didn’t fight me.

“Sweet Jasmin,” I whispered in her neck, smelling her sweet scent.

She tilted her head to the side, giving me better access to the side of her neck and throat. I placed a soft kiss above her collar bone. I loved the way this woman smelled, I could not get enough.

“Your mother is beautiful. You look just like her, only you have your father’s thoughtful hazel eyes.”

“You think so?” she asked, her voice rough from crying.

“Yes.”

We sat in silence, looking out over the water of the Chesapeake Bay. A few boats passed by, enjoying the warm weather. I felt her snuggle further into me and sighed.

“Why are you here Lincoln?”

“What do you mean, Jas?”

I did not want to have this conversation; I was enjoying the feel of her warm soft body pressed against me. This line of questioning would surely get her riled up and the soft Jasmin would close down.

“I don’t want any bullshit answers from you. I do not believe in coincidences. You show up just as shit gets hot with the case and don’t think I have forgotten about Russia. Your ass has a whole lot to explain.” Her voice was already starting to harden.

“I got intel while I was on an op that someone was poking around trying to find an operative named Ghost. I knew I had to quickly close my op and get stateside. I did just that. I already had the bad guy, so to speak. I was tying up loose ends. I didn’t want any blowback when the op was over. It was clean with one exception, the guard that had burned Eric had yet to be dealt with. He had been moved out of the prison, it took a while for me to track him. Once that issue was solved I left and came home. I had no idea that Tom was your uncle or that Zane’s father served with both your biological and adoptive fathers.” I explained with as little information as I could, not wanting to open a discussion about Russia. I was enjoying this time with her. I didn’t want it to be over.

I felt wetness on my hands and tried to move to wipe away her tears when she grabbed my hands.

“Don’t move. If you move I will not be able to do this. I don’t think another person has witnessed me cry in the last twenty years. I do not understand what it is about you or why I feel safe with you, but if you move I am afraid the spell will be broken. I just want to feel safe; I need to feel your arms around me.”

My heart soared hearing those words come from her mouth. I had waited two long years to hear those words pass her lips again, even if she didn’t remember saying them the first time.

“You’re safe; I’ve got you sweet Jasmin.” I uttered the same words I had spoken to her many times as I rocked her bloody and broken body.

I still could not forget the images of her bloodied body on the floor of the vault after her interrogation. They were burned in my brain forever. She was so fucking strong; I have seen men break long before they got to the level of torture Jasmin endured.

“Why are you here Lincoln?” Jasmin questioned a second time.

“I cannot stay away from you. Deep in my gut I know you are mine,” I was completely honest in my answer. This woman was mine.

Jasmin turned to face me. She looked beautiful with tear stained cheeks, her lips puffy from crying, her face was so open and vulnerable.

“What if I don’t want to be yours?” Her eyes sparkled as she taunted me.

“It wasn’t a question woman, you are mine. I already warned you I
will
have you.” I slammed my lips on hers and moaned at the contact. I had waited so long to taste her lips again. I licked the seam of her lips needing her to open her mouth. As soon as she did I thrust my tongue in and she did the same, the soft timid woman was gone, replaced by my warrior princess. It was all tongue and teeth fighting for dominance, until I fisted her long silky hair. I wrapped it around my hand, tugging it as I tilted her head to the side, positioning her where I wanted her. I took over the kiss, sucking on her tongue, and swallowing the moans she was making. My dick tried to break free from the confines of my zipper. I slowed the kiss in attempt to maintain my control and not throw her down on the grass and fuck her here out in the open. One day I would. When we were here all alone I would spread her wide and fuck her on the grass until she screamed my name.

I broke the kiss and she placed soft kisses on the corners of my mouth, my chin, the sensitive skin at the top of my neck. I had never had a woman kiss me so tenderly. I had to shut this shit down. I was going to lose my ever slipping control or come in my pants like a fifteen year old. I pulled back to look in her eyes. They were dazed and unguarded.

“That was so much better.” She sounded drunk when she spoke.

“What was baby?” I smoothed her hair out of her face.

“That kiss was so much better than I imagined.” Her smile lit up.

I could not help the smug smile that crossed my face. This woman did crazy shit to me; she did then and she still did now. I had to shut this shit down. I could not allow this to continue to be sweet and tender. There was no blood flow going to my brain and I would say more then I intended too if she kept up the sweet Jasmin act.

“Oh yeah, baby? Did you imagine me kissing you when you were rubbing that little pussy of yours?” I whispered near her ear, stopping to kiss the skin just below. “Where was I kissing you, sweet Jasmin? Was I kissing your pouty lips, or was I kissing down your neck? Maybe I was kissing your breasts and all around your tight nipples, making you crazy. I think it was lower. Were you imagining me kissing your wet pussy, licking it and sucking your slick lips into my mouth?”

Jasmin let out a low moan as she squeezed her legs together. It was time to get her somewhere private. If I didn’t have this woman undressed in five minutes my dick was going to break off.

“Upstairs Jasmin, now,” I grunted, turning her to straddle my lap. I stood up wrapped her legs around me and started across the lawn with her in my arms. My hands found their way under her ass and I squeezed and massaged her firm cheeks.

If one mother fucker tried to stop me or even looked our way I was going to shoot their ass. My dick was screaming at me to relieve the pressure from my zipper. We made it to the staircase without incident. Once we hit the top of the stairs Colin stepped out of his room wide eyed and gawked at us.

“Don’t.” I bit out.

“Easy dude, you good Jas?” Colin asked stone faced.

“I’m good Colin.” She turned her head to answer him.

Colin needed to back the hell up. I would not be questioned when it came to Jasmin. “We good bro?” I returned a stare of my own.

“We are, as long as she is. As soon as she’s not good we got problems,
bro
,” Colin said as he trotted down the stairs.

I opened the door to the room I was staying in. I released my grip from one of her firm globes and shut the door and locked it. I spun us around and Jasmin’s back banged against the door. I pushed my body fully against her and slammed my mouth back on hers. She immediately tilted her head to the angle I had it earlier, giving me control. Her hands were in my hair. She tugged and tried to pull me closer to her. I felt her rock her hips against mine and I was about to blow. I pulled away breaking our kiss. The little whimper she let out at the loss of contact was almost my undoing.

“Jasmin, baby, you have to know that when I fuck you, you are mine. There is no going back. I want to go easy, baby. I don’t want to hurt you, but fuck, the way I am feeling right now I need to take you hard. Are you okay with that? Can you handle me baby?” I could hardly get the words out.

Her eyes closed as she rocked again and squeezed her legs around me.

“Eyes! I need your eyes.” Her eyes snapped open and she found mine. “I need the words, baby. Are you okay with that?” I asked again.

“Ye… yes…Lincoln I need you.” Her breath fanned across my face. 

Holy fuck, now that I had her I hardly knew where to begin. I wanted every part of her all at once. I set her down in front of the bed, pulled the concealed carry holster out of the waist band of her cargo pants, and placed it on the dresser. She was toeing off her boots as I pulled her t-shirt over her head. Her full tits, still confined in the bra she wore, were spilling over the top, her rose colored areolas peaking past the edges. I placed my finger on her throat and ran it down in between her tits, just barely brushing them, teasing her as I continued down to her hard flat stomach, circling her belly button. I watched her abdominal muscles jump as I touched her stomach. I found my way to the button of her pants and unsnapped them, sliding the zipper down, letting them sit on her hips open. I could see closely trimmed hair through the opening I had made.

“Jasmin, I need you to understand that when these pants come off I am going to slam you against this bed and bury my face in your pussy. I will not stop until you come all over my tongue and fingers. Are you ready baby?”

Jasmin tried to squeeze her legs together and squirm towards me.

“Yes, Lincoln I’m ready.” Fuck, she sounded sexy. All breathless.

I could not get her pants off fast enough. She was flat on her back with a bounce. God I loved that she still went commando. I started to kiss the inside of her left knee, licking and biting the inside of her thigh as I made my way up towards her womanhood. With my thumbs I peeled apart her lips and gave her a long wet swipe with my tongue from ass to clit. God damn, she tasted good. I began to lick and suck harder, her moans growing louder as she started grinding her pussy faster on my face. I slowed her down, wanting to draw out her orgasm. I added a finger and slowly pushed it in. Holy fuck she was tight. I had a hard time getting a single finger pushed all the way in. I groaned at the thought of her tight pussy strangling my dick.

“Jasmin, baby, I can feel your sweet little pussy pulsing around my finger. I want you to come for me, come on my tongue so I can taste you.”

I pushed my finger in deeper, took her clit in my mouth, and sucked the hard little nub into my mouth. Within seconds her body was shaking and I was licking up the honey that she had offered.

“Fuck, Lincoln,” she screamed.

I pulled my finger free from her throbbing pussy and pushed off the bed, wiping my face on my shirt before I pulled it over my head and tossed it aside. I looked down at all the beauty laid out before me. Wild, whiskey colored hair fanned out around her flushed face. Her juicy tits were still hidden behind the cotton of her bra; they teased and taunted me, begging for affection as well. Before I could stop myself I reached out to spread her knees, needing to see her open to me.

“Keep your legs spread wide, do not hide that sweet pussy from me.” I was trying to be gentle with her. I didn’t want to scare her, but I was far past being able to hide my nature.

She spread wide and her eyes landed on my chest. She licked her lips as she perused the tattoos that covered my chest.

“Enjoying yourself baby?”

I couldn’t help teasing her; this girl looked like she wanted to eat me whole. I watched her eyes follow my hands as I unbuttoned my pants, with one motion pulled my pants and boxer briefs down my legs stepping out of them. It was almost comical the way her mouth dropped open at the sight of my dick. He must have looked mean and angry, so swollen and red. There was a drop of pre-come at the tip. With my thumb I smeared it around the head and pulled on my piercing. Ah fuck that felt good!

“That, that, won’t… I mean… that’s… you won’t fit.” Jasmin was starting to sit up.

Oh hell no! I reached out and grabbed her ankle before she could get too far on the bed.

“Do not move. What did I tell about keeping your legs open? I will tie your ass to this bed if you do not obey.” I pulled her legs open once again.

“Linc, that won’t fit. You’re too big.” She was still staring at my dick.

Starting at her ankle I licked my way back up her leg; I needed her attention back on the ache in her pussy and off the size of my dick. Because she was right, I was big, and she was so fucking tight I was unsure if I would fit without tearing her up. I would just have to prepare her more. My dick jumped at the thought of tasting her sweetness again. I gave her clit one more lick before I moved up to her belly button stopping to pepper open mouth wet kisses there.

“Don’t worry, baby, it will feel so good when my big dick is pushing into you, stretching you. All that pressure and pleasure will have you exploding on my dick.”

I pulled down the cups of her bra and tucked the fabric under tits, jutting them up for my viewing pleasure.