Wanna Play (Ghost Unit, Book Three) (18 page)

“The story starts in Scotland. It seems Old Captain Collin was the third son of some British titled guy. No real prospects so he was shipped off to the Royal Navy. When he returned, his dad no longer lived in England but had been given a huge estate in the Highlands. We now know where Collin’s real talents lay and it wasn’t at sea. So he goes up there happy as a clam to tame the wilds of Scotland. His dad, still hoping to get rid of the boy, buys him a boat and tries to make him become a merchant marine. So everyone is unhappy.

“Apparently Collin falls for some local girl who’s engaged to a native Scottish laird. He steals the woman from her wedding ceremony and takes off in the ship Daddy had bought him. That plan made him an outlaw and he can’t return home.

“He brings her to Tampa and sets up house. On the way over, he’d stopped in Barbados and picked up a young girl to be her servant. Soon as they hit Florida, the black servant becomes a slave by the law of the land. Born a free woman, she’s not happy with this.

“The Scottish chick hates his guts so he consoles himself with the slave. Some say he started this place as a prison for his stolen bride. In any case, stolen bride soon takes off with their only child and is last seen riding north.

“He finishes this place and installs his mistress, the slave. He gives her every conceivable extravagance except freedom. Of course he couldn’t live with her like that in society at the time, so this is the best he can do. He’s out here with her and two old slaves to care for them and the property. As you know, this place is a secret so no one ever comes around. His mistress hates it.

“Eventually he goes off to practice his new profession. Thinking the three slaves would be secure here, he takes off in the only boat.

“One time he returns and finds only the two old slaves. They tell him the girl made a raft and left. He knows she’s not likely to have made it out of here alive and searches for her. Not finding her, he goes a little mad. That’s when he took to pirating for sport, becoming one of the bloodiest, most feared men on the high seas.

“In the end he became fabulously wealthy and retired to New Orleans where he lived with a whore for another twenty years. They had a bunch of kids but he never married her.”

Blaster had been feeding Jas bits of bread, cheese and fruit as he told the tale, his head often dipping to lick a crumb off her shoulders or the tops of her breasts. He’d leave a gentle kiss but never explore farther south.

Jas found lying there naked in the Florida afternoon was so damn comfortable in an entirely spoiled princess way. The eroticism of it was lazy and intense. They were primal male and female, who had all the time in the world to explore, enjoy, drown in the pleasure of the moment.

“Where’s the treasure part of that story?” Jas opened one eye and looked up at his golden face. Handsome as sin, the pirate leaning over her was as wicked as any long-dead sailor.

“Remember the fabulously wealthy part? Turns out he didn’t keep the stash in New Orleans. When he died, the lady who’d lived with him couldn’t find the gold. None of his descendants have been able to locate it. Obviously they knew about the house in Tampa and have searched there. They didn’t know about this place. No one but the Seminoles knew about it since the day Captain Collin stopped coming here. So, there’s a good chance it’s hidden here.”

“How come they haven’t torn this place apart looking for it?”

“Actually they didn’t know that part until recently. Public Television did a special on the guy when it was discovered his decedents from New Orleans were the only living heirs to the old title and estate his dad held in Scotland. That’s where the tribe learned most of the facts to put together with the story they knew from the house in the Glades.”

Blaster waved a hand at the food. “Want any more?”

“No, I’m full enough.” He’d just finished serving her chunks of mango. The sweet, sticky juice now coated his fingers. Jas grabbed his hand before he could put a finger in his mouth and redirected his index finger to her mouth.

Her tongue flicked out to slide down its side, gently pressing his fingers wide to flutter over the sensitive joint between index and forefinger. His hands were heavily scarred and calloused, but she’d found the one spot that sang with undamaged nerve endings. Holding up his hand for her tongue, he stared at her. His face appeared frozen, his eyes unblinking as he watched her devilish mouth move.

She was working on his pinky when he finally spoke. “You’ve got to stop.” He tried to sound forceful but it had come out a low-timbre moan. Watching her agile tongue move over his flesh as her beautiful eyes closed in pleasure was ripping away his control with every lap.

“Why?” her soft question was a purr as she shifted to her side and pushed him to his back at the same time.

He sank down on the cushions willingly, his eyes never leaving her face. “Because I’m…I haven’t apologized.” His civilized man scoffed at that lame reasoning. Falling back on the lounge under the pressure of one of her fingers was no way to take control. He needed to take control. If he didn’t, things would be over before she even entered the game. On the other hand, he was certain she needed to initiate this part of their relationship to feel safe. They weren’t in the heat of battle or scrambling to escape. Letting her push them into a sexual situation was a gift he could afford for a little while longer.

Jas leaned over him, her lips gliding across his but not stopping, moving down over his chin to the underside and nibbling on the scratchy texture for a moment. “Do you know what was wrong with what you did last night, Huckleberry?”

Blaster had to clear his throat past the moan lodged there as one of her hands came down, claws first on his shoulder and scraped down a thick pectoral muscle to his nipple. The nail of her index finger circled inside the copper disk. “I behaved like an ass?” he croaked.

Her mouth nibbled his throat and she chuckled. “Gonna do it again?”

“Jas. I’d never intentionally disrespect you.” He couldn’t hold back a desperate yelp as her wicked lips found the pebble of sensitive flesh atop the other pec. Teeth gently bit down then her head pulled back stretching him, forcing his back to arch in response.

Fire licked down his body straight to his balls. “Oh good God! Wait!” His hands clutched her shoulders in an attempt to hold her still.

Her teeth let go and she looked into his eyes. “Why?”

“We should talk first,” he insisted as her hand skimmed his abdomen ’til a finger rested on the thick head of his cock. It circled through damp desire, spreading the evidence of what his body thought over him.

“We’re talking now. What’s on your mind?” Her hand explored the pulsing vein on the underside of his cock then slipped around the root of him in a firm grip.

“My mind is having trouble functioning when you do that,” he informed her through gritted teeth as his hips jerked up for her. “But I thought we should discus what happened that night. When I can manage some blood flow north of where you’re torturing me, it occurred that maybe that incident changed what you need from a man in ways I should know.”

“Mmm, very astute of you.” Her hand firmly pumped up the length of him, gathered the pre-cum seeping out of him and slid back down. “I have no memory of that event from before I woke up. Liana had flashbacks that affected her deeply. I’ve never experienced any,” she whispered into his chest as her mouth closed over the other nipple.

Blaster couldn’t control a growling hiss. His body rose to her hands and mouth and he thought his brain might explode trying to process the sensations firing across his flesh. She wasn’t gentle or hesitant. Her touch firm and demanding in a way that took him to the edge instantly.

“For God’s sake,
wait
!” he roared, flipping them over fast and grabbing her hands to pin them beside her head. She claimed the experience hadn’t marked her, but he was sure there were others that had. He was willing to share control because she needed it, not surrender it completely.

“What now?” she demanded as the two of them glared at each other, nose to nose, both breathing hard.

Chapter Eight

“I want you too badly to handle that,” he informed her fiercely. Need clawed into his gut with razor-sharp talons. It wasn’t civilized and he almost didn’t care. Almost.

“Good. I’m tired of waiting for you to make up your mind,” she spat at him.

“My mind is damn well made up, woman.” His legs pressed down between her thighs, spreading them.

At his forceful nudge, her legs shot up around his waist, locking his body into the groove she wanted him in. Hot, damp cock rested up the length of equally dripping female folds. Her heels dug into his backside to encourage him to move.

“Well? Is there some other problem?” she demanded impatiently when he didn’t move.

“Yeah. I’m not convinced you want me as much as I want you.” His lower body remained rigidly still as his mouth dipped down to her lips, gliding in nibbling kisses. Tasting her at long last suddenly became a new addiction. She invaded every one of his senses and he wanted more.

“Here’s a news flash, Huckleberry,” Jas gritted out as he refused to move and refused to kiss her properly while holding her immobile. “Your cock is resting on a wet, willing cunt. My legs are around your waist and I put them there all by myself. In girl speak, that translates to,
I want you
. Honest, ask anyone.” The sentence ended in a breathy moan that took some of the smart-ass out of it.

Blaster was nipping and sucking down her neck, slowly working his way across her collarbone. “
Want
isn’t good enough,” he told her between licking kisses. “I need you. Gotta have need from you.”

His mouth climbed the mound of her breast, licking as if it were his favorite ice cream flavor. Reaching the cinnamon nipple, he slowly stroked the puckered areola around it, his head moving in unhurried motion. Jas’ body vibrated with sensations that were not enough. His painfully leisurely journey to the peak of her breast was maddening as her body burned in expectation of a touch that was forever in coming.

Her hips could barely flex up under his solid weight. Jas arched into his mouth and bit her lip to hold back the frustration. Everywhere his mouth touched tingled with a damp heat that was spreading fast. Those insidious flames where robbing her of reason and she knew it. If she could just get him to get on with it, she had some hope of clinging to reality and not becoming a slobbering fool.

Blaster’s head left her breast to look at her. “Hold back on me and this will take
so much
longer, baby. I want to hear you, Jas. I need to hear you. Trust me to take us both were we need to go. Trust me one more time.”

He released her hands as he shifted and used one arm to brace his weight above her chest the other went to her neglected breast. Rolling the distended nipple carefully between hard fingers as his mouth returned to the one he’d been tormenting. He kissed the swollen tip tenderly before suckling it into his mouth in a moaning pull.

Jas hissed as sensation shot straight down from nipples to uterus. Her womb contracted involuntarily in empty protest. Both her hands landed on his back and clawed up it, raking deep groves into hard muscle. “I’m not good at need!” she panted when he switched to the other nipple.

“I know. I’ll help,” Blaster told her softly. “Let me take you there, angel face. I promise you’ll like it. You’re not giving up control. We’re sharing. This doesn’t have to be scary.” He took her breast into his mouth again. His hips began rocking gently, barely moving on her damp folds. The pressure was firm but the motion slow and easy. Hot and smooth, his cock rocked on and off her clit, sawing down and up so she bathed his entire length in liquid pleasure.

“Oh God, Samuel! How do we know when we get to need?” Jas demanded as his lips kissed and licked down her trembling abdominals. She struggled with the sensations he was carefully igniting. It was luscious and insane. The heat was a building pressure as every nerve strained to answer his touch. He’d asked her to trust him but she needed to know how they were measuring this escalating situation.

She was using his given name, Blaster smiled as he ate at her fascinating bellybutton. She might be closer than he’d thought. Wanting her was more than the clawing physical demand in every inch of his body. He wanted her to need what he could give her. Crave his touch at least half as much as he craved hers. Teaching her to trust him was going to be the trick. Warrior woman dove into the physical play and balked at letting it consume her. He wasn’t about to let her escape the experience because she was too afraid to enjoy it.

Finally Blaster’s face hovered above her mound. He looked up as his hands flattened on the insides of her thighs and watched her face as he applied a little pressure. Carefully making sure it was not enough to move them but just enough to be a clear request. Immediately her thighs shifted wide.

“We’ll know when you can’t live without it,” Blaster murmured as he looked down at the gates to paradise spread open under his nose. His face dipped down and he couldn’t resist rubbing his cheek in the soft curls, wallowing in the fragrance of her. He was gulping in air, filling his body with her as he turned his face to rub the other cheek. Growling again, soft and low, he covered himself with her scent.

Jas’ hips rolled in frustration. “Do you need written instruction on what do to down there?” she demanded impatiently. Rumbling like a contented lion, he was nuzzling her straight into madness.

“Real men never read the instructions,” he murmured hoarsely. “Patience, Sheena.”

Blaster turned his head to her inner thigh. It glistened wetly with the excess of her want. His tongue flicked out to gather her taste into himself. He bathed her down to the fold of leg to hip and then turned to the other thigh, blowing across her open cunt as he turned his head. Her hips jerked up and he nipped her inner thigh to settle her down so he could lick her clean there.

Jas gasped, her fist clenching in frustration as her body wound tighter and tighter with each lap of his tongue in the
wrong
place.

“Huckleberry! Figure it out fast or it’s my turn.”

Blaster pulled back a little to gaze at his prize, ignoring her threats as he watched cream gush from her and slide down that fascinating bit of skin to her other opening, leaving a wet invitation all the way down. She wasn’t anywhere near ready for that pleasure. Someday when fear was no longer a part of her sexual experience she would understand how intense surrender could be. He smiled to himself and moved on.

One of his hands started at the top of her mound, combing through short black curls, down to circle her clit, pinching it lightly then pressing fingers inside her outer lips to spread them as he watched. She pressed up into the caress, growling with a frustrated snap of her teeth when he released her clit to move on.

His fingers swirled around her opening, coating them with her cream before he nudged the tips of two fingers into her gently, testing. Jas moaned in a long drawn-out growl. Her knees came up to her chest and her hands grasped them, holding them high and wide for him. The invitation couldn’t be clearer. Two fingers plunged into her deep and fast as his mouth dove down to suck her clit in.

Jas gasped in a breath sharply as her body arched into the invasion. His mouth drove fire up her as the wicked tongue flicked over sensitive nerves. Hard fingers stretched her clenching core, teasing with the promise of much more to come. He entered hard and withdrew slowly, drawing out the pleasure only to push in hard. The fire licking up her insides sent wild tremors through her body. But it still wasn’t enough.

“More! Now!” Jas demanded harshly.

In response, his head lifted off her clit and his fingers withdrew from her cunt. She was about to scream in frustration when he pushed into her.

Looking down her body, the erotic scene was nearly too much. She held her own knees, pulling them apart. His face was barely an inch above her cunt.

Blaster glanced up at her as if he’d felt her watching. Their eyes holding, his tongue snaked out to lap at her vagina around his fingers. She was slick and ready. He watched her, giving her neither satisfaction nor taking away the touch that promised more.

“Yessssssssss, More!” Jas hissed as she let out her breath and her shoulders relaxed back on the lounge. He didn’t make her wait but rewarded her surrender to pleasure. Showing how safe she was when she chose to ride the edge with him. Pulling his fingers out of her again, his tongue plunged into her cunt and he sucked, licked, fucked, her with it.

The fire of that first press was pleasure on the edge of madness. His wicked tongue flayed her gapping pussy. He pushed in harder this time as her legs around his face started visibly trembling. Licking up to her clit, his teeth captured it, nipping ever-so gently. Then he was laving it with his tongue.

Jas screamed as her body jerked in shrieking sensation. He was demanding she feel everything as intensely as possible. No half measures, no holding back. The swarming lightning storm overtook her and her body went rigid in jerking orgasm.

Then there were three fingers slamming into her and the sensation shot up another level, ripping her from this place. His mouth sucked her clit in hard, stretching it up then diving down on it to furiously flick abused nerves. The three fingers in her cunt pumped with determined demand.

Her head was thrashing on the lounge, she had no idea she was screaming at him, “More, more!”

“Oh yeah. Now you’re ready for
more
, baby.” Blaster pulled back and flipped her. Jas landed on hands and knees, a little startled but she got over it fast.

Her head whipped around to stare at him, her expression a tight grimace as she watched him pull a condom down his cock. It was thick and long, the purple head wide and pulsing as he came back to her.

Positioning it at her pussy, he used it to saw up to her clit, spreading her lips over it and coating it with her cream. Satisfied he’d not hurt her, he grasped her hips and gritted his teeth as he watched the head disappear in her.

Oh God, his cock tunneling into that sweet pussy was a sight he could hardly stand. She closed around him, a living silk fist clenched and milked him as he drove into her slowly. Withdrawing ’til just the head stretched her, he looked up into her eyes.

Her teeth were bared in a hiss. “What part of
more
don’t you understand?” she demanded impatiently.

His hands tightened on her hips. “Patience, woman. It’s our first time once. I’m enjoying it.”

“You’ve been enjoying it too damn long,” she insisted, and pushed back on him.

His hands held her in place. “Mine. This is mine. Behave!”

“Patience left the building when you got in my pussy,” Jas snapped, “Now give me what you promised or let someone else drive.” Her head whipped around and arched back as her body contracted on him, squeezing the head of his cock as if to expel it.

“Damn it, Sheena! This one is mine. You got your free ride before you took off and scared the hell outta me.” He thrust into her, forcing himself through her contracting muscles one excruciatingly slow inch at a time. Jas moaned and shuddered.

He fell forward, covering her like a beast to power that last inch of himself into her. Their arms braced side by side, both tense with bunched muscle, his chin hooked over her shoulder, he was finally completely seated in his woman. His wild, shockingly oversexed, dangerous bitch who was mad because he wasn’t pounding her like a fucking machine.

Turning his head, he sucked her earlobe into his mouth and closed his eyes. This was so good it hurt. He knew there’d never been a moment in his life when anything had ever been this right.

Jas’ body rippled under him. “Figure what to do next, Huckleberry. Don’t make me turn around and have you calling me ‘ma’am’ and liking it.”

Blaster chuckled then whispered in her ear, “If you could, you’d hate it.”

Jas’ head jerked up, but he’d already pulled back. Upright behind her, he grasped her hips and pulled out fast to slam in with all the need and want of that desperate moment when she’d ridden away into the night. There was no reason to hold back. She wanted fucking and he was of a mind to give it to her. She took him and liked the hell out of it. She liked everything and he was certain he’d shortly be losing his mind. No one was this freaking perfect, beautiful and carnal.

His body pounded hard and fast, each thrust ending with a jerk up as he twisted on his knees. Holding her hips, he let her push back on him but controlled the movement ruthlessly. Again he watched himself disappear in her dripping body and reemerge. Intoxicated with the view, he increased the speed and power, taking her with pure animal intent. His lips drew back, baring his teeth in a snarl, when she exploded on his cock.