[Project Nemesis] Jungle Fever (21 page)

            With Armando
beside her now, she knew that they were taking shifts of guarding the camp
again, she moved into him.  “Armando, I didn´t know, I swear I didn´t know,”
she cried helplessly.

            With a soft
chuckle, he replied,
“Querida
, I know you didn´t know, you think you´d
be reacting like this if you had?  Nah, you´d have been self-righteous, I did
it for this, this and that. But instead you vomited, then proceeded to rub at
least ten layers of your beautiful caramel brown skin away in cleaning yourself
away from what happened.  A guilty person doesn´t do that, honey, he defends
his actions, argues his cause.  Have you done that?  No, you haven´t,
enamorada,
you´ve drowned yourself in shoulda, woulda, coulda.  I believe in you,
don´t worry.
”

           
H
e pressed a
kiss to her forehead.  “I remember the first time I killed a man--I´d just been
deployed after completing my training, and on my very first day of active duty,
this guy walks up to us, we´re in a bunch of four.  He says, he´s looking for
this place, goes to his pocket, pats it like he´s looking for something, then
instead of pulling out a piece of paper like we all thought, he pulls out a
gun, aims wildly, shoots one, two of us, so I shoot him.  Twice, both clean
shots to the heart and head.  The guys he´d shot were alright, thank God,
they´d survived that round, but there’s always another time, then another and
another.  It´s never-ending.

            “The night my
parents were shot, I knew that I´d avenge their deaths.  They were good people,
you know, the best.  My
papa
was a pain at times, what father isn´t?  But
he was a good man, he didn´t deserve to be shot down dead as easy as we´d
squash a mosquito.  I was so young, and I knew that before I died, I would be a
serial killer.  I vowed it, an eye for an eye, no way would those bastards
live, while my parents rotted in their graves.  I enlisted, worked hard, joined
the Marines with Rafe, focused on fighting well enough to kill the bastards and
surviving.  I worked damned hard for the Marines, I was grateful that they were
turning me into a killing machine.  I worked hard to stay alive.  I had to kill
them.  When I finally did, it was almost anticlimactic.  My parents were still
dead, it didn´t bring them back again, and I would still never see them again,
but I knew in my heart, that I´d avenged them.  Even if they couldn´t
appreciate it, then I could.  My mind was at peace, I could have died then and
there, content.  But Rafe was with me, we´re like brothers, I had to stay
around for him, he gets himself into shit, I have to dig him out. I changed
focus, knew that I could start to live my life without being held back by the
thought that the cartel was still alive and well, still killing other kid´s
parents. The next thing I knew, I´m a leopard and I´m stuck on this island.
Again, Rafe´s shit, I´ve got to get us out. We would have been alright if he
hadn´t have taken a liking to Katherine Adams, I warned him there was something
frickin´ weird about her, but did he listen, no.  To be honest, I´m glad I was
with him that day, we never used to run together, but that day we did.  If he´d
disappeared, it would have happened all over again, me focusing my life on
killing someone.  You may think,
cara,
that you have killed someone on
this island, or at least believe that you helped in their deaths, but you
didn´t--you didn´t come out here with murder on your mind.  Your mind´s
innocent of that, don´t let this drag you down, remember you want to help, are
helping, promise me you´ll focus on something else?”

            “Oh Armando,
thank you, I...” she hesitated, then leaned over and kissed him on the lips.
The topic of conversation had not been passion inspiring, but she longed to
feel close to him, needed him to warm her up from the inside out.  Her body
quickly responded to the press of his body against hers, as did his. 
Insatiable desire kept her hungry for him, for all of them.  Would she ever get
her fill of loving these enigmatic men?

            Easing her pants
down, she rubbed herself until she was wetter, enjoying the way he watched her
rub her clit with his voracious gaze.  Smiling, she climbed on top of him, she
parted her legs, grabbed his cock then using her hand, guided him through her
moist lips deep inside of her.

            Feeling him
stretch her cunt felt so right, she wondered how she would ever stop.  She
settled over him like a blanket and rocked her hips, grinding her swollen clit
against the hair-roughened skin of his groin.  The friction they made together
sent a riot of pleasure trembling through her nerves.  She clenched and
unclenched on his thick member, enjoying the feel of his hands on her body as they
made slow, passionate love.

            His strong
fingers gripped her ass, massaging her, coaxing pleasure out of every movement
until her breathing and pulse quickened with impending orgasm.

            “You’re a wild
child,” he murmured, kissing her deeply, eagerly ramping up their pace to
hasten the pleasure.

            She sucked his
tongue, loving the taste and feel of him, and soon felt rapture claim her in
its embrace.

            They moved as one
until exhaustion claimed them both.

            Armando wrapped
an arm around her, and together they settled down to sleep.

            She awoke alone,
all the men were off doing something, but she knew that there would be one of
hers somewhere nearby.  She smiled to herself when a pair of luscious lips were
pressed to her own, she moaned in satisfaction.

            Feeling Remy´s
tongue penetrate her mouth, she dueled with him slightly, then let him play.  He
broke away, and dragged a hand down over her breasts and he cupped her pussy, “
Tu
es mienne
”

            He smiled then
passed her some fruit.  She thanked him and sat up to eat her breakfast.  She
wanted to ask him why he didn´t mind sharing her with Rafe and Armando, but she
knew the answer, as she knew why she enjoyed being shared by them.  It was as
simple as one woman loving one man, these three men were so easy to love--there
she´d said it, that it was impossible not to want them, not to need them.  Together,
alone, two of them, whatever, they were the other part of her, she knew that
now, had come to terms with it yesterday, when Armando had soothed her after her
nightmare.

            “Where are the
others?” she asked.

            “Walk-about.  Armando
says that the Project has been destroying evidence that they can´t take with
them, and packing everything else onto the ships, they´re getting ready to go.”

            “Shit, so soon?”

            “Yup.”

            “Fuck, fuck, fuck! 
What are we going to do then?”

            “As soon as all
of them get back, me and Armando are off to the facility with Nik, Daniel and
Kyle.  We´re going to fuck their generators up, the main ones that feed both
buildings in the compound.  Without them working, all their evidence will be in
the shit, so they´ll have to focus on getting them up and running again, and
they´ll have all hands on deck to save the most important test results and
shit.  Either way, they´ll be out of our hair for a while.”  Remy shrugged with
a grin.  He leaned over to nuzzle her hair.

            Her stomach
plummeted at the danger they were putting themselves in.  She fought with fear
and worry over that, then sadness and despair that it was nearly over.  They´d
be off the island soon, she knew that Armando would do it, he´d push all his
energy into making it happen, from what he´d told her last night, she knew that
if anyone could do it, he would.

            There was a
scramble of sound.  Remy perked up beside her, if he´d been in cougar form, his
ears would have pricked up, his hackles raised, and he would have been hissing
and on guard.

            The other
shifters walked into the small camp.  Friends, not foes.

            Remy relaxed
against her again, then straightened when Armando called for him.

            “Ready to go,
Remy?”

            “Course,
mec.” 
He jumped to his feet and blew her a kiss.

            Armando looked at
her intently, she stared back at him.  He nodded slightly and she knew that he
was telling her he´d be careful.  She smiled gratefully and poured all the love
she felt for him into that smile.

            “Jake, Connor,
you check the perimeter, make sure everything´s okay.  Keep a check on the port
as well, anything suspicious, make sure to hang around and bring us back the
details later, okay?  All settled?  Right, let´s go.”

            Remy waved at
her, she waved back, and this time she kissed her fingers and blew it at
Armando.  She knew that they would be alright, they had to be, but it didn´t
stop her from tensing up as she watched them leave the camp.

            “You were stuck
with me, huh?” she asked Rafe.

            He gave her a
surprised look that made her melt.

            “Never stuck with
you,
cara
!” he told her sternly, pushing his hair back behind his ears. 
“What makes you think that I don´t love being with you?”

            “Do you?” she
asked quietly, then studied him intently at his small nod.  She felt her blood
race with anticipation.  What did that nod really mean, his silence leant it
more significance than just a ´Yes, I do love being with you!´  She wondered if
they felt the same way about her as she did about them.  A part of her knew
that nothing could really come of their relationship, but that didn´t stop her
wishing or longing for it.

            “Come here.”  He
dragged her across the floor and onto his lap.  “You don´t have to worry about
Remy and Armando, you know.”  As he spoke, he rubbed her shoulders, she moved
into his caress.

            “Why don´t I?”

            “Because they´re
bloody good soldiers, the best, they´re the strongest shifters too.  Plus, it
does help that Remy´s in engineering!  That was his Seal core skill, so I think
they can sabotage two poxy generators, don´t you? Hmm?” he asked her.

            “Yeah, it sounds
like it!  Good, I care for you all, you know?”  She ducked her head as she said
it, but she knew that he understood the real meaning behind her words.

            He didn´t stiffen
up or jerk in shock, his body remained relaxed and his hands continued to rub
her neck.  She felt the press of his lips against her shoulder, then he pulled
the T-shirt over her head and bared her back to his view.  He kissed his way
down her spine, pressing his lips against each vertebra.  She shuddered when he
ran his tongue between each notch on her back.  

            Delightful
goosebumps traveled her sensitive skin, making her shiver with pleasure.

            She spun around
and sat on his lap, pushing herself against his chest.

            “Your hair is so
gorgeous and curly,” he said, grabbing a handful and giving it a tug.  “And
your skin, like the best god-damned, richest caramel in the world.  Are you
Spanish,
cara
?”

            “I don´t know, I could
be?  One of my parents was black and that’s all I was told.  I always wondered
if that’s why I was given up, but I’ll never know for sure.  The other, I don’t
know.  I could be,” she echoed again and shrugged.

            Not knowing her
roots had bothered her when she was younger, but she’d learned to enjoy her
mixed heritage and embrace her identity as the years had gone by.  It’d taken a
long time to build her self-confidence up to a suitable level, but it’d been
worth it.  She’d always been told she had an exotic look about her, and indeed,
men had found her looks irresistible.

            He reached for
her breasts, weighed them in his hands and then leaned over to kiss the dark nipples.
 “And these, delicious.”

            He suckled them
slightly, then nibbled and bit them, making her tingle in low places.  His hand
crept down between her thighs, and he played down there for a while, never
touching her too intently to orgasm, rubbing here and there, making her sit up
and shudder at times, then slide against him in lethargy with another movement.
 When he finally fitted himself to her, she slid down his cock with a groan.

            He clutched her
back to him, then lay down and rolled over so that he was on top, dominating
her.

            She’d never
enjoyed being submissive, but found she enjoyed the way he commanded her to his
powerful body.  It was impossible not to enjoy him and the slide of his massive
cock in and out of her body.

            He thrust slowly,
not to tease, but so that she would feel every single nerve burst and sizzle
from his touch.

            He held her,
pushing her to the limit of pleasure and pain, using his body to drive her
wild.  Watching his arms and legs flex, the way his ragged breathing made his
chest and belly ripple, turned her on, increasing the moisture flooding her sex
and easing his powerful thrusts.

            Yvonne moaned,
wanting him to fuck her like an animal.  She clung to his arms, digging her
nails into his forearms, urging him to give her more without saying a word.