Judas (11 page)

He was so stubborn and so proud but he didn't have to admit it. It no longer mattered to her whether he said the words. He was hers, just as she was his.

             
Her eyes fluttered closed and he eventually carried her to bed because when she woke sometime later, she was tucked warmly into bed with fresh, clean sheets. He was next to her, but not touching and she instinctively moved to him. Within the week, she was finally feeling better and the color had returned to her cheeks. She survived the Christmas plague, and she knew that whatever else that came, they would weather it together.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

It was January now and fresh snow blanketed the ground. The relentless cold made Judas want to stay indoors until it was warm again. He never really had much patience for snow or even cold weather after Christmas. Adessa was working
her shift, and he was playing a game on his xbox to keep himself entertained while she was away. It had become a ritual now, at least until he beat the next few levels. All of his alone time was poured into the little black box in front of him. His cell phone rang, startling him. He quickly paused the game, expecting to hear his wife's voice at the other end but it wasn't Adessa.

             
"Hey, J. Just checking in. Everything okay?" she asked sweetly.

The air left the room in that moment. He hesitated several seconds before answering in his usual, even tone. "Everything's fine, Jaime. Are YOU okay?"

"Yeah. Things are good. I was worried, haven't heard from you in weeks." She sounded sincere, but for all he knew, she could have been drunk or high. But God, the sound of her voice was inviting.

Get rid of her, Judas. He thought to himself. Don't fuck it all up, now. "I've been working and spending time with my wife." he kept his tone barren.

"I see."

             
She must have been stunned by his reply, because it took her too long to speak and when she did, only an utterance of a sentence came out. He told her he was married, when she noticed the ring on his finger, but Judas assured her it wouldn't change anything. Even so, he hoped she wasn't upset to hear he had been with his wife, because that would be a deal breaker.

"I haven't forgotten you. You're still on the hook,” he told her, feeling his words as he spoke. I will never forget you, Jai. I need you. He didn't say that, because the words caught in his throat.

"Figured. Got the payment." her tone had a drip of sarcasm but he ignored it. He had to get off the phone, and fast.

"Soon, Jaime," he promised, feigning more control than he had.

              She sighed softly, "Okay but just so you know, my bed kinda cold."

He swallowed roughly, keeping his tone in check. "I'll keep that in mind,” he said, hanging up. He shut off his xbox and sat there staring at the phone with a thousand thoughts racing through his head. He knew the purpose for her call, just as she knew what his reaction would be. She missed him and she knew damn well he would come. He had to. He could no more deny his need for her now than he could deny the sky was blue and it was only a matter of time before he went to her.

              The women who served him had mildly kept his interest but he had been using them more and more, almost always fucking them twice before he let them go, despite the fact that he had been taking his wife in many new ways. Well, new to her, anyway.

He knew it had kept him from triggering and now, just the sound of Jaime's voice had done it. This was definitely a first but it didn't matter how it happened. It couldn't be stopped. Christ! He could already smell and taste her skin and he had to have her. He grabbed his keys and headed into town.

              He heard the Prius pull up in the drive and was thankful he had made it home before Adessa. He was in the kitchen, trying to concentrate on the ingredients he was throwing together for whatever it was he was making for their dinner. The slamming of the door behind her was his first clue that she was upset. "What the hell is this?" she hissed, storming into the kitchen.
"A receipt?" he shrugged and took a few steps toward her but stopped dead in his tracks when he saw it. "Where did you get that?" His voice was ice, and he stared at her as if she were some evil villain. Which was perfect, because she was clearly wearing her war face. This would not be pretty.
              "The drive way, Judas. Now tell me what the hell is going on,” she hissed.
He wiped his hands on his jeans as he shrugged. "Nothing is going on, doll. I picked up a few things." He tried to brush it off but he knew she would persist.
"Picked up a few things? No, see, picking up a few things is stopping to grab bread, or milk or soda." she spit furiously. "THIS is eight hundred dollars in lingerie and shoes!" she choked out, slinging the strip of paper at him. Tears welled in her eyes and she stood there with her arms crossed, glaring at him.
              "I don't want to talk about it." he said flatly.
"Of course you don't. You never do. My shoes are a size six, but I'm happy to know your mistress, whoever the hell she is, wears seven and a half." She was belligerent now and he knew he had to go. He was standing here doing his best to hang on, only for her to storm the kitchen demanding answers she already had. "Her name is Jaime and she's not going anywhere. If you would like to even the score, I will happily drive you back there and buy you the whole damn place if it will make you feel better,” he growled.
"No thanks, I'm not into being a twin." she glared.
"You couldn't be. Her tits are huge." He forgot to duck.
              The slap landed across his face so hard it knocked him off balance and he stood there with his mouth gaping open, just staring at her as she stormed away. Of all the stupid shit he could have said, that had come out? What the fuck was wrong with him? Never in his life had he been slapped.

He rubbed the forming red welt on his face where her hand had landed, gathering his thoughts before finally starting up the stairs after her. He was so angry now that it took all he had not to show her exactly what it was that she was so damn jealous of. She had no right to be angry at him for protecting her.
              "I'm going out." he told her, as he stood in the doorway of their bedroom.
"I know." She was already curled up in their bed but he kept his distance.

He slammed his palm against the wooden frame, cursing himself for ever answering the phone.

“I'm sorry, Adessa. Just know that,” he said in a monotone, hating that it had to be this way.

She didn't respond.
"I'm going to need you when I come back,” he said, trying to warn her.
"Need me for what?"
"To cleanse me."
She rolled over to look at him. "What do you mean by that?"
"Exactly what I said."
 

              Twenty minutes later, he was at Jaime's front door. He was calm. Maybe too calm but this wasn't the time to think about it. "I knew you would come." She said as she let him in.

"Then why are you still dressed?" He didn't expect a reply, and she nodded quietly as he walked past her to make himself comfortable in the quilted leather armchair. He watched her as she quickly stripped, peeling off the offending clothing, casting the articles into a pile on the floor. He swallowed roughly at the sight. By the time she dropped to her knees in front of him, he was hard and already aching for her.

              She looked up into his eyes and he nodded his approval for her to begin. Without a word, she flipped the button of his gray slacks and lowered the zipper, causing his engorged length to spring free. She pushed the fabric out of her way, making room for a small, deft hand to push inside, and grip him firmly. His careful breaths caught in his throat as he watched her take him in her warm, hungry mouth.

             
Forceful, soothing suction played against his length as her glistening red lips dragged along his heated flesh, bringing him near the edge of surrender. His hips arched slightly, meeting her greedy caress as her tongue swirled and teased his tip. He twisted his fingers through the silken mass of blonde hair, gripping it tight as he guided her further, forcing her throat to open, allowing him entrance.

             
A low growl escaped as he felt the pulsing sensation she created against his tip as he fucked her throat. The agonizing bliss continued until he felt the searing lava begin to flow, spilling against the warm track as she held her breath, accepting and allowing. He released her hair, barely giving her time to take in a breath before pulling her onto his lap.

             
"I missed you." she purred as she stroked the hard line of his jaw.

"I know." he said quietly as he dropped his head against the back of the chair. His fingers absently traced her spine as she sat perched atop him, holding his flaccid length between her thighs.

"How have you been?" he asked passively, uninterested in conversation.

Her eyes didn't move
above his chest. He had trained her well. "Worried about you." she shrugged.

"There's nothing to worry about. Things have been good,” he told her, even though they both knew his presence told her otherwise.

              "That's why I worry." She stole a quick glance up, almost catching his smoldering stare.

"Explain,” he ground out.

Her voice was a low mumble, "When things are good, you don't come around."

"When things are good, I have no need to come around," he answered flatly.

She nodded. "I just want to know you're okay. It's my job to help you."

"Then shut up and do it." With that, he leaned forward, closing his mouth around a soft, pink nipple.

              She gasped in response to the swift invasion and as his tongue flicked brazenly across the hardened formation, she moaned in delight. The urgency grew with each second, and she began to recklessly rock against him as he drank greedily from her until she arched her back, forcing her hips to raise, and then lower, taking him deep into welcoming depths.

             
He threw his head back in ecstasy as he felt his head press against her womb. "Fuck!" he bit out as he gripped her hips to encourage her. She rode him hard and fast, stroking him with her walls, roughly dragging his next release from his loins. He shattered beneath her, sending sprays of hot semen to coat her feminine walls as she gasped for breath.

             
She leaned against him, holding him inside as the thick liquid began to spill from her sex. He grew still, allowing his emerald eyes to close, as heady aftershocks radiated through his form. Her head rested against his shoulder but there was no tenderness to the moment. The job was not complete and all she could do was wait for him to finish it in his own way.

             
Whether hours or days, she would be his and once it was over, he would leave and forget her until the need consumed him again. She picked her head up and looked at him, the question clear in her eyes and when he simply shook his head, she knew he wasn't ready.

She had learned his needs and knew every thought without the words and in some ways, they were like a perfectly tuned pair. She craved the feel of him and the power he had over her body and soul, just as he needed the acceptance and the comfort that only she could provide.

              She knew what he was and the things he was capable of doing and though there were times she feared the outcome, she would have died before she would have denied him. He was harsh and rough and rarely spoke to her, but when he did, she could tell that he was broken and all she wanted to do was heal whatever it was that caused him to come to her.

Time and again, he had hurt her but the physical pain that she endured was nothing compared to what it did to her heart, just knowing how tortured he was inside and how very little she could do to help him. If all he needed was her body, then she would damn well give it to him.

              Jaime never knew when he would show up or the condition he would be in when he arrived. She only knew that he would need her and that whatever happened, he would regret it. This brooding man was a mystery, regardless of his reputation, and she was loyal. She would protect his secrets with her life. She didn't care about the money, and really the only reason she accepted it, was because it kept her from having to ever service anyone but him. He was her only client and he provided her a decent life in exchange for her work. He had no idea that she was half in love with him and she knew that he would get rid of her if he ever found out.