Wanna Play (Ghost Unit, Book Three) (27 page)

Jas couldn’t help it. Her back arched into his hands, straining up for the exquisite pleasure he was inflicting. Flames flashed down her body with each twist of engorged nipple. The combination of harsh touches and the dry humping of his hips were driving her to the edge of not caring where he fucked her.

“Damn it!” Jas snarled. “Then what are you doing?”

Blaster smiled and stopped moving. “Proving we can have it all while getting you back to your movie.” Releasing her, he pulled them off the car and opened the door. Jas was physically trembling as she sat down in the passenger seat. The short drive was silent as she sat there and burned. It wasn’t just her body in high gear. Thinking about his words caused her stomach to tighten. What did he think having it all meant?

“Barry knows we’re on our way back?” Jas asked as they pulled into the airfield.

“Yeah. He thinks you’ll be doing some takes today. I told him you’d hardly slept this twenty-four.” Blaster parked the car and glanced at the amazing woman beside him.

“I’m not tired,” Jas murmured as they looked at each other for a second before unbuckling.

“I know,” Blaster said softly, his hand reaching to glide fingertips down her cheek. “I know exactly what you are, Miss Carson. I know what you need.”

“You really don’t have a problem with me. Do you?” Jas narrowed her eyes as she studied him.

Blaster chuckled. “Fire is my passion. You’re a living flame, woman. How could I have a problem with that?”

Entering the plane, Jas paused as she looked at the cabin. There were four captain’s chairs, but the rest of the opulent space was dedicated to a huge bed and wet bar. “A flying bachelor pad?” she murmured as she headed for a chair to buckle in. I suppose Jackson will be flying the other plane back to Florida?”

“Yep,” Blaster opened the cockpit door. “Hey, Brian. We’re ready. I’ll let you know when to land.”

“Fine. Tanks are full. Flight check’s done. We’ll be taking off in a few minutes,” the pilot confirmed.

Blaster pulled the door shut and turned to sit facing Jas and buckle in.

“You’ll let him know when to land? What does that mean?” Jas asked as they taxied onto the runway.

“We’re always in a hurry. I took away the need to rush.”

“What about getting back to the movie? Weren’t you the guy who didn’t have time to finish what he started just now?” Jas asked with a raised brow. The damp heat between her legs was an uncomfortable reminder of exactly what he hadn’t finished.

Blaster let his lip tick up in a slight smile. “Weren’t you the woman who was suggesting we do it in the street? Figured we needed to settle a few thing before it comes to that.”

“Like what?”

“What we want.”

“That is?”

“Partnership.”

“What?”

“Do you trust me?” Blaster’s voice was a low rumble that vibrated around them as the plane began its takeoff, gathering speed down the runway.

Jas’ hands clenched the armrests. The lift as the plane left the ground was nothing compared to the lurch his question gave her. Trust. He’d been trustworthy through every bit of this, but what was he asking now? They’d just about exchanged bodily fluids on a public street and he wanted to know if she trusted him?

“Hell, Samuel! You said you knew who I am. What the fuck kind of question is that?” Jas scowled at him.

“For you, it’s a trick question. You trust me in combat. You’re perfectly willing to gamble your life on the fact that I’ll keep my word and be where I said I’d be. But as soon as we step away from the action, I’m a stranger. How close am I to the truth?”

Jas shrugged and crossed her arms defensively.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” Blaster regarded her levelly. “The heat on the street back there was a last-chance thing. You wanted a taste, one more time before we have to go back to being normal people.”

“No one was raping you. As I recall, the periscope in your pants was fully engaged.”

“Damn right. But I wasn’t ending anything. You were.”

“I never said that.”

“I don’t need words to read you, Jas. You figured we’d have a few more days ’til the shoot is over. You’d go back to California. I’d suddenly be called somewhere on a job. We’d promise to call but even if we do once, it’d be over. No harm, no foul. If I ever need a hand invading a country, or you could use help crushing an evil empire, we’d get in touch. We’re combat fuck-buddies. Is that about how you see it working?”

They had reached cruising altitude and Jas unbuckled to wander around the cabin before she responded. “You have us all figured out, Huckleberry.”

Blaster stood and strolled up behind her as she looked at the bar and its contents. He was close enough to feel the heat of her body as he asked in a silky, calm voice, “Is that the problem? Is it the Huckleberry issue? A Mississippi mud-rat is not what you want hanging around the Stardust Mansion? Would it be embarrassing if people knew you were doin’ the trashy white guy?”

Jas swung around. Her hand made it to within a millimeter of his cheek before her wrist was caught in an iron grip. Anger boiled between them as they glared at each other. Breathing hard, Blaster slowly released her wrist.

“Care to explain that explosion?” he invited softly.

“I don’t appreciate your choice of words. My man is not trashy,” Jas bit back at him.

“Sure he is. He wears worn-out jeans and old boots. He drives a used pickup and he talks with a low-country accent.”

“He’s a decorated, ex-Special Forces, mean-fucking bastard. He is not trashy,” Jas insisted fiercely.

Blaster leaned into her, his body lightly brushing hers. “That’s not what Hollywood will see, Sheena. You’ll hear everything else but that. I will never defend myself with the truth. This is what we need to settle. I don’t damn well care if anyone calls me your white boy toy. Do you?

“They will think I’m stealing from you or using you. Other black people will call you ugly names for supposedly keeping me around. They will condemn you right down to your bones. And you can never tell them the truth.” Blaster’s hands now rested on the bar, trapping Jas between them.

“If all that’s too much, I can understand it. I don’t fucking like it, but I’ll understand and step back. That would be a life issue. One I can’t fix. Any other reason for us going our separate ways is crap.”

It took two seconds for Jas’ body to relax and tilted eyes began to twinkle instead of shoot fire. She wasn’t smiling and the humor was almost indistinguishable. “So you’re proposing to me?”

Blaster jerked in surprise. Jas’ body followed him, remaining intimately close. “In hood-speak,
remaining with you
is getting married. You just listed all the ways you’re willing to fight for me. Regular gangsta’ throw down. Tellin’ me how no one will approve of you and you don’t give a damn. Yep, I should be wearing your bling now.”

One finger poked him in the chest as he stumbled back from her. “And I expect whatever goes on my finger to be worth more than your ugly truck.” Slowly backing him as she spoke, her head swayed slightly for emphasis as she went on. “I don’t give a damn what people say, Huckleberry. You should know that shit by now. What I do mind is being all turned on and then my man is so busy slamming the doors outta this relationship that he forgets to finish the job. You start with the sex, you’d better bring it, babe! You can talk all you want after. I promise.”

The back of Blaster’s knees hit the bed. Grabbing her hips, he fell on it, pulling her down on top of him. “You done talking?”

Jas’ hands grasped his head, holding it beneath her face. “Damn straight,” she breathed, and dipped down to take the kiss he was demanding.

Blaster’s head came up to meet her mouth on a sharp breath as his hands gripped the back of her shirt, yanking it out of her jeans. Need swirled around them in a violent storm. He couldn’t rip her black silk shirt off over her head fast enough.

Jas arched for him to pull it off then fell on him in growling hunger that matched Blaster’s urgency. They rolled as her hands clawed his shirt, ripping the buttons open. Her hands met his chest in curled talons as he arched up to dispense with the garment. Breaking the kiss, Blaster flung his shirt off and came back to her mouth, pushing into her deeply with his tongue while he shifted off her lower body so he could get at her jeans.

“Let me,” Jas gasped as his hands fumbled.

“Fast,” Blaster grunted, and rolled to get out of his own jeans and boots as Jas did the same.

Panting, they were suddenly naked, facing each other on the bed. Blaster grimaced as he hauled her to him roughly. “I didn’t propose,” he stated as his body covered her again. “But we’ll get the bling tomorrow.” His mouth fastened over hers in fierce demand as he held her head under his this time.

Jas’ body bunched and they rolled. Her head lifted from his as her body undulated down the length of him. “I don’t take bling if you didn’t propose,” she informed him through harsh breaths. “I’m not some hoochy.”

“You are not…whatever you said. You’ll wear my ring,” Blaster snarled, his hands skimmed down her back to open over her ass, palming the globes roughly. “Just making the point that when I propose, you’ll know it.” His hips thrust up, rubbing the thick length of his cock up her mound and abdomen.

Jas’ head tilted slightly in question as she grasped both sides of his head. Her knees came up on either side of his hips, forcing the hot cock between her legs to the mouth of her cunt. “So you want to buy me the ring now, but reserve the right to propose later?”

“Yes. My woman.” His hands slid to her hips, holding her off him as she worked the thick head of his cock to her opening. “Condom,” he hissed through clenched teeth.

“Fuck some then condom,” Jas countered. Their sentences were fast becoming short, abrupt demands as they sank into the erotic urgency.

“No,” Blaster snarled. “No condom, no pussy. We’re not together because you got pregnant.”

“Bastard. Where the hell are they?” Jas glanced down them to where he held her suspended. Big hands wrapped around her hips in effortless control.

“Pants pocket.” He gently set her off him and sat up to find his pants.

Jas wasn’t going to be that easily handled. She actually heard herself growl as she sat and somehow became attached to his back, her body draped around him. Both her hands grasped his cock as her legs wrapped around him.

Blaster bent to retrieve his jeans from the floor and found he couldn’t reach them. He froze for a second as her hands began stroking the length of him in knowing pulls. The damp heat of her pussy burned the small of his back. Standing carefully so she wouldn’t be dislodged, he took two steps to reach the pants with Jas riding.

The insistent hands stroking cock didn’t pause as he squatted to pull three packets out of the pocket.

Jas’ chin was hooked over his shoulder. She reached for a packet. His hand moved, keeping it from her.

“Let me!” Jas nipped his shoulder for emphasis.

“Ouch!” Powerful legs pushed him up and he stalked to the bed with her riding his back. “You’re in too much of a hurry.” Beside the bed, he did a fast jerking twist and suddenly she was no longer on his back but being lowered to the bed. Her legs were draped over his thick forearms as he did it, spread in front of his face as he sank to the floor.

“Hey! What…” Jas’ indignant demand was cut off. His hands had glided down the back of her thighs in a sneaky caress. At the back of her knees he’d gripped them and swiftly lifted, spreading her high and wide as his mouth descended on her cunt.

Jas wailed as swollen folds were brutally assaulted. His knowing tongue lashed down the curvy hills, thrusting into sensitive valleys. He was forcefully holding her open for his exploration and nothing could have felt better. Jas clawed the bedspread and howled in abandoned response. His possession of her cunt was bestial as he growled and slurped, sucking her in and shaking his head harshly. It was overwhelming to already responsive intimate flesh.

The physical result of his animalistic attack for Jas was complete focus on completion of the drive to feel his cock in her body. She didn’t have the time or desire to worry about how that was accomplished. Her body was on fire and he was turning up the heat with every move. Emotionally she was astounded and wildly gratified.