Nightstalker: Red Team (12 page)

“Giving you what you need sweet heart.” I shoved my hand further into her pants and found exactly what I knew I would, wetness.

All it took was a few flicks on her clit to have her grinding her ass harder on my dick. Shit, that felt good. As angry as I was with her, the need to fuck her again outweighed all other feelings. Pushing her pants down around her thighs near her knees exposed that beautiful ass to me. I pushed a finger back in her, getting her ready.

“This is going to be quick Jasmin, brace your arms against the wall don’t let go.” Unzipping my pants, I pulled out my hard dick, giving it a hard stroke before I positioned myself between her legs. “You’re gonna have to be quiet,” I demanded, my voice thick with lust.

With her pants pulled down just to her knees my penetration was restricted. Her already tight pussy was made impossibly so. It took several hard thrusts before I was in only half way. Christ, that felt good.

“Please,” she panted out.

I slammed home, feeling her tighten around me, her wetness coating my dick and running down my balls. Jasmin threw her head back and let out a long moan. Yeah baby, I know the feeling.

“Quiet!” Grabbing her hips, I held her tightly, wanting her to wear my mark for days to come. I wanted her to be reminded of what she threw away.

“Please, baby.” This girl could not shut her damn mouth.

“Lincoln, my name is Lincoln.” I growled at her.

I reached around the front of her with one hand and tweaked her hard little clit. Rubbing faster and harder until her legs wobbled and another gush of wetness leaked out of her pussy.

“You like being stuffed full of my cock don’t you Jasmin, your juicy pussy is gushing down my balls and running onto the ground. You ready to come?” I rubbed harder as I spoke in her ear. I knew she loved to hear me talk dirty to her, the filthier the better. “That greedy little pussy of yours is trying to milk the c right out of my dick.”

“Linc, oh fuck, please let me come.” She was a sobbing mess.

She turned her head, trying to pull me in for a kiss. Just before her lips touched mine I pulled back. Fuck that shit, I was not going to fall for that. Fucking her was a primal need, my body ached for her. Kissing her was something else entirely, something I rarely did with women before her. I could not share that intimacy with her, not anymore.

“Come now!” With a hard smack on her ass I pounded into her harder until I felt her building orgasm break free and the muscles in her pussy started to contract and squeeze around my dick.

One more hard thrust and I stayed planted deep, throwing my head back in ecstasy. I felt each rope of my come filling her. This woman would be the death of me.

Jasmin

“Come now!” He shouted with a hard smack on my ass.

My body shook and convulsed, obeying his command. Bliss! That is what this was, pure bliss. Feeling his hands on me and his dick deep inside of me, I never wanted it to end. Knowing that my hips would wear his hand prints for days turned me on even more.

I felt Lincoln let go and the pulsing of his come shooting into me set off aftershocks. I wished I was facing him; I wanted to kiss him and wrap my legs around his powerful hips.  Turning my head to watch him was a thing of beauty, in an unguarded moment a look of pure pleasure crossed his face. 

Lincoln’s eyes opened, meeting mine, and immediately the look of rapture was replaced with anger. In that moment I was scared. Terrified I had truly pushed him away with some careless words I could not seem to control. Now I throw myself at him like a slut, just confirming in his mind what I told him, he was nothing but a warm dick to console myself on.

He pulled out with no concern that our combined come was running down both our legs. He tucked himself in and zipped his pants, not even bothering to help me with mine. All tenderness and caring gone. I had killed it.

“You better get dressed sweetheart. You weren’t exactly quiet. Someone might walk around the corner to check on you,” he said with a smug look on his handsome face that quickly turned into an infuriating smirk.

He was proud of himself. What did I expect? I just let him fuck me up against the wall like a two bit, drunken Frog Hog he could pick up at any bar. Real classy. I hadn’t fucked another man in ten years, well two years if what Lincoln said was the truth, and we had sex in the seven months I stayed with him during my recovery. Now I was just allowing myself to get fucked outside for the world to see. Horrified, I pulled up my jeans and adjusted my shirt. Fuck it, if every man on the compound knew I fucked Lincoln I did not give two shits anymore. I was moving my ass to California to take up knitting anyway.

“Good luck Jasmin, see you around.” Before I could say anything he started to walk away.

“What the fuck!” My shrill voice surprised even me.

I needed to just shut the hell up and let him walk away before I embarrassed myself any further.

“What sweetheart? Do you want a thank you?”

Oh fuck no, my temper had reached thermonuclear again and the verbal vomit was about to spew. I could not hold back, “Go fuck yourself with that condescending sweetheart shit. I was so God damn wrong about you with all your “sweet Jasmins” and “you’re safe” bullshit! You didn’t need all the flowery words to get me to fuck you, you piece of shit. You can take your thank you and shove it straight up your ass! Go to hell you fake ass liar.”

Nothing fazed him. His mask was firmly in place. His eyes didn’t even flare with anger when I cussed at him. Dead. Nothing.

“You should be happy. Now you have six orgasms to walk away with. This is all on you Jasmin. I asked you to cool your jets and listen to me, warned you that you were making bad plays. Your ass would not listen. Now all you get is your orgasms. That is the only part of me you will ever get. My dick. You wanna come again, no problem, you have a tight ass pussy, and its good I am happy to oblige. There will be no “please babys”, no kissing, or cuddling bullshit. Straight up fucking, Jasmin. That is all this ever was to you anyway, so why are you acting all hurt and shit?” He laid me out with a few well-placed words, using my own against me.

Shit and damn! I fucked up so bad. Why couldn’t I just spit out the words “I’m sorry” or, more accurately, “I was wrong”? Thinking back, I don’t think I have ever uttered those words to anyone in my life. I don’t even know how to say them out loud.

He must have grown impatient waiting for my response, because he just shook his head and walked away, leaving me standing there alone. Fuck my life! How did it come to this? Hot tears started flowing down my cheeks. I made no attempt to stop them, leaning my back against the wall I just fucked Lincoln against. I slid down it, sitting on the ground with my knees curled up. I hugged my knees and buried my face in my crossed arms. So I was going to have a mini pity party, a party for one. I damn well deserved it. My life had turned into shit and the nervous fucking break down was coming.

“Jas.” Shit and damn, it was Eric.

My mortification was now complete, “How much did you hear?” I asked as I wiped my eyes, trying to conceal the evidence of my weakness.

Eric sat down next to me and lifted my face to meet his eyes. For once they were not masked with the humor he hid behind.

“Enough.” He wiped a tear from my cheek.

“Fucking A, it just gets better and better. Poor little Jasmin crying like a bitch after she gets nailed like a whore.” He flinched at my words.

“Don’t. Don’t you fucking dare call yourself a whore! A woman who has sex with the man she loves is not a whore. I don’t care where it’s done.” His vehement response surprised me.

“Love? Who the fuck said anything about love?” I scoffed.

“Come on Jasmin, it’s time you watch the next video.” Eric stood, grabbing my hand to pull me up.

Still reeling from his use of the L word, I followed him, not saying another word. Making our way back into the house, the living room was empty. I didn’t even bother to ask where Z and my Uncle went. I just stared at the laptop that sat on the coffee table like it was a poisonous snake ready to snap out and bite me. How could something as simple as a laptop unravel my life?

“Do you want me to stay while you watch?” Eric’s voice was filled with compassion.

“No, I need to do this alone. Thank you though.”

Sitting down on the couch I placed the laptop on my lap and pressed play.

Suddenly I was on the screen; my hair was pulled up into a ponytail, a wide smile across my face. Lincoln was sitting next to me holding my hand. Scanning the video for details of the room we were sitting in, it looked to be a doctor’s office. A dark walnut desk full of papers, bookshelves full of books behind it, and framed diplomas hung on the wall. A short older man came into the frame and sat in the third chair next to Lincoln and I instead of behind the desk.

“Laura, how are you feeling today?” The doctor asked in a thick German accent.

“Much better thank you, doctor.”

I smiled over at Lincoln. He brought our joined hands up to his lips and kissed mine. The gesture was so tender and loving.

“How are the night terrors?” The doctor posed his question towards Lincoln.

“She is still having one to two a night. Some nights she can get back to sleep easily, some nights we have stay up, and, let’s just say, find more creative ways to exhaust her,” Lincoln replied to the doctor.

I focused on my face to watch the blush I knew was coming creep up my cheeks. Sure enough, my face flushed pink. Damn that man was sexy as hell.

“Good, good, it is important to find ways to rest and heal. Have you thought anymore on the treatment we discussed?” The doctor asked me.

“Yes, we discussed it and we think it is best to try the treatment. My terrors are not getting better, but it is the seizures we are most worried about,” I answered.

We? What is all this we shit? Who is we?

“Lincoln, do you agree?” The doctor now asked him.

What in the actual fuck? Why was the doctor asking Lincoln his opinion on my medical treatment?

“I will support Laura in whichever treatment she chooses. The important thing is that she is healthy.” Lincoln kissed me.

“Very well, I want to discuss all of the possible side effects of the treatment. That is why we are video recording todays discussion. As I told you, a side effect can be chemically induced amnesia. This could range anywhere from complete memory loss, short term- meaning you could lose the last few months, give or take. It could be permanent or your memories might come back over time. This is experimental; I cannot give you any hard data on this drug cocktail.” The doctor paused to look at Lincoln. “Laura could wake up and have no memory of you what so ever. She might not know who you are.”

“My only concern is that Laura is safe and the seizures stop. I made her fall in love with me once, even convinced her to marry me. I am sure I can do it a second time around.” Lincoln smiled at me.

WHAT THE HELL! Full stop, what? I scrambled, trying to find the arrow button on the screen. I needed to rewind that shit. I think I might have been dazed and off into la la land. I thought I heard Lincoln say “marry me”. After fumbling for a minute I found the back arrow button and backed up a few frames and hit play one more time.

Lincoln’s voice came through the laptop strong and clear.
“My only concern is that Laura is safe and the seizures stop. I made her fall in love with me once, even convinced her to marry me, I am sure I can do it a second time around.”

“I don’t know how I could ever forget you Lincoln. I love you more than anything in this world. I can promise you it would be impossible for my heart not to know yours.” I sounded sure and strong. Love was shining in my eyes as I looked into Lincoln’s smiling face.

“I love you too, baby.” He twisted the ring on my left finger.

I heard a loud smash in the kitchen. I slammed the laptop shut and jumped up, my heart pounding in my chest.

Lincoln. He had come back into the house.

His face was murderous. I wasn’t sure what I had done wrong this time, but he looked like he was going to strangle me. I should’ve ran up the stairs and hidden under the bed. That is what the smart thing to do would have been. That is not, however, what I did. Instead I let the hurt and devastation pour out of me. The agony of everything I had lost.

“You lying asshole! A meaningless fuck, a means to scratch an itch. That’s what you said to me. That is what you said the time we spent together was. Fuck you, fuck you, and fuck you some more!” I sobbed out.

Lincoln did not speak, he just stared at me. I needed him to get pissed and scream back at me. I needed to fight; I needed something to make me feel something other than pain.

“Speak, asshole! Tell me something, anything. Why, why, why?” The tantrum I was throwing would have been embarrassing if it were not so heartbreaking.

“Woman, I warned you about that fucking mouth of yours. You’re letting it get away from you again. I think I also warned you about asking questions you didn’t want to know the answers to. You are not ready for the truth,” he growled out his response.

“Lincoln, please! Why didn’t you tell me that? I don’t understand? Was all of that on the video part of your cover?”

Maybe I should have really gone with my first instinct to run away from him. He stomped towards me, grabbing me by my biceps when he got near, and shook me so hard my teeth gnashed together.

“Woman, I come home after two fucking years to finally claim my WIFE, and she throws shit at me and says I am nothing but a warm dick to her. That I am nothing more than some asshole to keep her bed warm. Two mother fucking years I had to wait. The only thing I could have of you was updates from my brother. Not knowing if you were sleeping or safe, if you were sad and lonely. I fought my ass off to get back to you and...” He stopped midsentence and shook his head. “You know what? I don’t have time for this shit.”

He stormed away from me, slamming the door behind him. Leaving me for a second time all alone.

Wife.