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I just nodded my head. I was speechless. His naughty words turned me on like nothing else. I was dripping wetness down my legs and my pussy was softening, preparing for his invasion.

“Words, baby, I want to hear you say the words,” Lincoln demanded. I was beginning to think I might have bit off more than I could handle. He was going to spank me. I would not be able to stand still if his tongue was in my ass.

“Ummm – yes, I understand.”

“Good. Now, baby, get to work.” He winked.

Holy shit, Lincoln Parker winked at me. This smug bastard knew he was going to spank my ass. I was in a daze as I washed every part of him. I didn’t enjoy and savor his body like I had planned to. I was mindless in anticipation of what he was about to do me. I was unable to map out his scars and trace all of his tattoos. I felt cheated. It was over before I knew it. He spun me around vibrating with need. I did that to him.

“Hands above your head, Jasmin. You’re quite the tease, aren’t you baby?” I didn’t have an answer, so I remained quiet. “Do not move your hands from above your head. Tilt your ass back, further baby, yeah, right there.” He positioned me where he wanted me and got to his knees behind me.

I felt him bite my ass cheek and prayed I could stay still. He kissed the sting away as he moved lower towards my crack. He used both of his strong hands and spread my cheeks apart. Without warning his tongue was there. Right there, licking my hole. I squirmed at the foreign feeling. 

Smack.
“Don’t move.”

Holy hell, that stung! He kissed and licked the place he had just spanked before, spreading my cheeks once more. His tongue was back, licking and sucking my virgin flesh. No one had ever touched me there. This time I was prepared and did not move. His tongue went lower and he stabbed his tongue into my sex. I let out a low moan. Fuck, that was good. I was not going to stay still if he continued. As if reading my mind, he doubled his efforts. I tried my hardest not to move while he licked and sucked all around my womanhood. He squeezed and spread my ass cheeks again as he kissed and nibbled all around my rosebud. Just when I thought I was going to get away without another spanking, he flattened his tongue and licked over my hole. I let out a whimper and pushed my ass into his face. That was fucking phenomenal, his rough tongue on that sensitive skin made me want to shove his face onto my ass even harder.

Smack, Smack, Smack.

I pushed back, enjoying the sting of his hand on my ass.

“You like that Jasmin?” He stood up behind me and pulled my ass back tight against his hardness. I pushed back, wanting him inside of me.

Smack.

“Do. Not. Move,” he growled as he tipped my ass up and pushed my back down.

I stood still with my ass throbbing and core aching. I needed him so badly, but I dared not even twitch. My poor ass was going to be sore tomorrow.

His hand snaked in front of me and he pushed one finger inside of me.

“So wet baby.”

He pulled his finger out and it was replaced by the broad head of his dick. I felt him start to push in.

“Please, Lincoln.” I could not believe my ears. He had me begging again. I never beg for anything, and here I was begging for his dick.

“You want my dick, Jasmin?” His lips felt so good against my ear has he spoke.

“Yes, baby, please.”

Without warning he slammed home. He was so deep this way I wasn’t sure if I could take it. My legs were trembling and I started to lose my balance. 

“This is going to be quick, brace yourself on the wall. Do not let go.”

He began a hard and punishing pace, pulling out and slamming back in. I was panting and out of breath. So close to climaxing already.

“I am almost there, baby, hurry up and get there.”

“I am there, please harder!” I groaned out my answer.

“That’s it, baby. I can feel your tight wet pussy milking my dick, don’t stop, Jas.”

“Ohh fuck, Linc.” My body tightened and I saw stars. My head dropped forward and I was done.

“MINE,” he shouted as he released himself inside of me.

Chapter Twelve

Lincoln

 

After I got Jasmin out of the shower and into bed she curled right into me and started tracing the tattoos on my chest. I knew the questions were coming about the meaning of tattoos that sprawled across my chest. Some of them were easy to tell her about. Others I tried to skim over, not wanting to get into details about their morbid meaning. Thankfully she did not push when I gave half assed answers. Her fingers traced over the three Night Jasmin flowers I had tattooed on my left rib just to the side of my heart. My body started tingling just from her touching them; those were the only tattoos she did not ask about. Those three flowers meant more to me than almost any other tattoo on my body; my trident was the only other tattoo that held just as much meaning.

Once Jasmin finally fell asleep I could not stop staring at her beautiful face. There was just enough moonlight coming in from the windows to make out her features.  She looked so small and innocent when she was totally relaxed. So different from the strong, feisty woman she was when she was awake. It was hard to believe this small woman in my arms was actually deadly when awake.

There was no better feeling than Jasmin’s small body wrapped around mine. It had been two long years getting back to her. Two years dreaming about this very moment. God damn, I had missed this woman every day. My only solace was that she did not remember me. More than likely she never would. She was able to go on with her life, never remembering the pain.

My inner musings were interrupted by Jasmin’s body twisting and kicking. I felt a hard punch to the side of my jaw.

What. The. Fuck!


STOP, don’t touch him. I’ll fucking gut you. Stop,”
Jasmin screamed out in her sleep.

“Jasmin, baby.  Wake up.” I tried to shake her awake.

“Fuck you, you’ll have to kill me first! Don’t touch him mother fucker!”
Her screaming grew louder.

Shit. She was going to wake up the entire house.

“JASMIN!” I grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her with such force her shoulders came off the bed.

She struggled and kicked, trying to buck me off of her. I used my sizable weight to stop her from thrashing around. Mother fucker this woman was strong.

“Fuck you, I will kill you! Ghost help me!”

I froze. She had called out my name. Zane confirmed she did not remember the time when she was held captive. What the fuck? She was not supposed to remember.

I jumped off the bed and scooped her up in my arms, cradling her small body. She kicked and fought but I held her as tight as I could, not wanting her to hurt herself. I sat on the floor with my back against the bed, rocking her body.


Sweet Jasmin,
wake up baby, you’re safe. I got you, it’s okay now,” I whispered in her ear as I continued to rock her.

Her screams turned into tears. I kissed the tears as they streamed down her face. Fuck, this was gutting me, my sweet girl still remembered, if only in her dreams. She was not supposed to remember.

“Lincoln?” Her voice sounded so soft and broken.

“Yeah, baby.” I kissed the side of her head.

“Why are we on the floor?” Her eyes tried to focus on me in the darkness.

I must not have answered fast enough because her body went tight and she lowered her head. “It happened didn’t it? I had a nightmare?” She started to cry again and covered her face. “I am so fucking tired of being weak, I just want to remember. I have to remember.”

“You’re gonna be okay, I’ve got you sweet Jasmin,” I whispered again.

I stood up with Jasmin still in my arms and placed her back into bed.

“Do you want anything, a glass of water?” I asked as I smoothed her hair off of her face.

“Yes, if you wouldn’t mind.” Her small smile broke my heart.

I wanted to go back in time and make each and every mother fucker who touched her pay again. Rage was quickly taking over my body. I had to get the fuck out of this room and calm down before I let something slip that I shouldn’t. The last thing she needed to see was me angry after that nightmare. They all should have suffered. Instead their end was painless. A quick slash of their throats was too kind. No pain, no torture, easy.

“Be right back.” I kissed her forehead and made my way out of the room.

 

***

 

I must’ve paced this fucking kitchen a hundred times; I was no closer to composing myself. As a matter of fact, the longer I was away from Jasmin, the more pissed off I got. Visions of those pieces of shit punching Jasmin while she was strung up by her tied arms had my blood boiling. Nightmares! Fuck me, she was having nightmares about a time she was not supposed to remember. God dammit!

“Are you going to stand in the shadows all night Eric?” I clocked him the moment I stepped foot off the bottom stair.

“Just thought I’d give you time, brother,” he replied. The normal joking tone was out of his voice.

“You know she has nightmares?”

“Hard to miss when we’re out on a mission. But Jas doesn’t share much. She never talks about it and we pretend we don’t hear.” He shook his head.

“Mother Fuck!” I needed to calm my ass down and get back upstairs to my woman.

“She good?” Eric took another pull from his beer and stood up, walking into the kitchen where I was still pacing.

“No, but she will be. You good?” I now saw what Zane was talking about, why he was so worried about Eric. His eyes held nothing but pain, “You know there was not one single, fucking thing you could have done differently. What those animals did is not on you, it never was.”

“Wish that was true. Glad you’re home, Linc. Go take care of your woman.” He slapped my shoulder.

“We’re going to have to tell her,” I said to his back as he walked towards the back door.

“I know.” The door clicked shut behind him.

I grabbed a bottle of water and headed for the stairs. I needed Jasmin back in my arms I needed to feel that she was alive and safe.

Opening the door as quietly as I could, I stepped back in the room to find Jasmin sitting up. She was leaning against the head board staring out the big picture windows in front of the bed. I slipped into bed next to and handed her the bottle of water. She took the bottle wordlessly, lost in her own thoughts.

“What’s going on in that head of yours baby?”

She blew out a breath and looked at me. The sadness and confusion clearly written all over her beautiful face.

“I am fucking tired of being weak. Two God damn years and I still cannot remember. I dream about it almost every night. It is right fucking there. I just cannot pull out the memories when I wake up. It feels like… I can’t explain what it feels like. I just need to remember.” 

Fuck, I did not want to have this conversation now. I needed to find a way to shut this shit down quickly. This was neither the time nor the place to tell her, in the early dawn hours when she should be pressed against me enjoying the post sexual bliss. I was not prepared to lose her so soon after I finally got her back in my arms. 

Pulling her down into me, I kissed her with all the passion, lust, and love I had for her. She needed a distraction from all the hurt and memories still plaguing her mind. She kissed me back with the same intensity. I could feel myself lengthening and hardening for her, my need growing by the second. Pushing my hard on onto her stomach she returned my fervor by thrusting her hips forward.

“You are the strongest woman I know, my warrior princess. I am going to fuck you long and slow, you’ll be so far gone with want, you’ll think of nothing but me.” I kissed her lips slow and hard.

“Yes, Lincoln,” she cried out when I tested her readiness.

 

***

 

The sun peeked in through the open curtains, making sleep impossible. Watching Jasmin sleep had very easily become my favorite diversion. I could pretend the outside world was not waiting just out that bedroom door. I could pretend that I was not going to destroy Jasmin. In these early morning hours, the calm before the preverbal storm, I just watched her sleep. Knowing these might be the last moments she would allow once she knew the truth. I regretted nothing. Everything we did was to protect Jasmin. She would not see it that way. She would see it as a betrayal.

Allowing myself one more small pleasure, I kissed her forehead before pulling the sheet up to cover her beautiful, nude body. Taking a mental picture, I made sure I would never forget this moment. Slipping out of bed, I found my clothes and dressed as quietly as I could, not wanting to wake her. There were conversations that needed to be had before she came down stairs.

Just one more touch. I stroked the soft skin around her neck. Fuck, I hoped she could forgive me. The thought of living without this woman gutted me.

She nuzzled my hand as I pulled away. “Love you, Ghost.” The words were barely audible, but I felt them in every part of my body from my heart and straight to my hardening dick.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I had to get the hell out of here; I needed to think all this shit through. The door closed with a
click
behind me and I practically ran down the stairs like the hounds of hell were nipping at my heels. That is what it felt like. I was in fucking purgatory. I waited to see if I would be drug back into hell or if Jasmin would take me to heaven.

“Shit, dude, the place on fire or something?” Leo asked as I passed by him on my way out back.

Not bothering to answer, I flipped him off. What the fuck was I going to say? That my insides were clawing their way out, that shit was so fucked up and I couldn’t make it right, that I had fallen in love with the one woman who would possibly kill me when she found out our secrets?

“FUCK!” My voice sounded gruff to my own ears, like a bear on the verge of mother fucking death.

“That just about sums it up, son.” I spun around to see Tom leaning his shoulder on the wall, smoking a cigarette watching me.

How the fuck I missed that was beyond me. I was so caught up in my own head I was missing potential threats.

“You got an extra one?” I nodded towards the lit cigarette.

“Is today the best day to do this? You’re leaving tomorrow on an op,” the President asked as he handed me a smoke.

Flicking my zippo, I lit the cigarette and inhaled deeply, allowing the smoke to fill my lungs. I waited for the moment of relaxation from that first draw, but it never came.

Blowing out the smoke, I answered him. “Good day or not, I will not lie any longer. She will likely shoot my ass, maybe Eric, too.”

“God damn, son, this is a cluster fuck of shit!”

I wanted to scream, ‘no shit captain obvious’, but I didn’t think the President of the United States would appreciate my humor. So, instead, I said nothing. My mind tried to formulate every possible scenario, each one ended in me loosing Jasmin. Fucking Mother Fuck!

“The video is intact?” I asked.

The video in question had been in the President’s personal safe for two years, “Yes, it was viewed last night.”

Thank Fuck! That video might be my only saving grace. That video could possibly hold my future.

 

***

 

The kitchen was loud and full of activity when Tom and I entered the house. My eyes automatically landed on Jasmin. She looked absolutely stunning. Fresh out of the shower with a just fucked glow still about her. Even if they did not hear her screams last night, I am sure every man in this house knew the look of a satisfied woman! My feet were on autopilot. I had only one thing on my mind; getting Jasmin into my arms.

“Mornin’.” I pressed my lips against hers and took her mouth with bruising force.

Fully expecting her to push me away, I was taken aback when she returned my kiss, opening her lips and pushing her tongue in, fighting for dominance. Fuck that. Fisting her hair, I gave it a hard tug. She quickly yielded and let me take control. Not caring who the fuck saw, I deepened the kiss. The need to remind her who was in control was all consuming.

Someone cleared their throat in the background, reminding me we had an audience that included her Uncle. I broke the kiss, planting several small pecks on her lips.

The pretty blush covering the top of her gorgeous tits and face made my dick hard. I was a smug bastard, pleased as shit I could do that to her.

“You two about ready over there? We got shit to do,” Zane hollered.

Fuck him he was not going to rush me. I was going to enjoy my woman before I had to feel her wrath.

“Where are Leo, Drew, Jaxton, and Colin?” Jasmin asked, noting their departure.

“Perimeter.” Zane’s terse answer alerted Jasmin to the thick tension in the room.

This is not how I wanted to start this conversation. I didn’t know how in the hell to start it, I just knew that putting her on high alert was the wrong move.

Zane was in one of his girly menstruation bitch moods; this was not what I fucking needed to deal with right now, “You need a Kotex brother?” I sneered.

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