Nightstalker: Red Team (14 page)

“Baby, I need your dick. I want to come on your dick, please Linc.”

That did it. Before I could utter another word he was up, spinning me around, and I was flat on my back. Hell yes! Without any preamble he slammed his dick home.

“Oh fuck, Linc,” I screamed.

“Is that what you wanted, Laura? You knew that me hearing those filthy words come out of your sexy little mouth I wouldn’t be able to control myself. Now baby I want you to tell me what you want.”

His thrusts were at the perfect angle, hitting that spot inside of me that drove me crazy.

“Just you Linc, I just want you baby.” I was getting close. All I needed was him to touch my clit and I would go off.

“Oh no, baby, you can do better than that. I want to hear you tell me exactly what you want me to do with my dick,” he taunted me and pulled out only keeping the head inside.

Holy hell, that felt good too. My head was thrashing from side to side. This man drove me crazy with need.

“Baby, I need you to fuck me, shove me full of your big dick. I need you hard and fast.” Lincoln slammed back into me.

“Oh shit, Laura.”

“You like that Linc, huh baby? You like my tight pussy? Now I want you to take both my tits in your hands and pinch my nipples. Oh shit, hell yeah, just like that, Linc. Now kiss me. I wanna taste myself on your mouth.” He slammed his mouth down on mine, bruising my lips.

His pace was punishing and my climax was so close to the surface there was no way I could hold off. He broke the kiss and leaned back.

“So damn hot, watching my dick slipping in and out of your pussy. Don’t you come yet, I want you to squirt all over my dick when you come.” He changed his angle again. His hard, shallow strokes pounding into my g-spot had me screaming and thrashing. There was no waiting, I could feel it getting bigger, my whole body started tingling. Lincoln pinched my clit. “Come baby, come for me I want you to gush all over me.”

“Holy shit Linc, too much, it’s too much.”  

“Come now!”

“
STOP, don’t touch him. I’ll fucking gut you. Stop,” I screamed.

Zane was handcuffed to a chair and I could not get to him. Stupid fuckers would die for this. I would never give up my country. Z and I were prepared to die right here today before we speak to these assholes.

“Fuck you, you’ll have to kill me first! Don’t touch him mother fucker!”

When I looked over at Zane he gave me the code to stay quiet. He knew that us not talking today was going to end in our death. I nodded my head back in the affirmative.

My arms felt like they were going to rip off my body. I could no longer feel my hands at all. This asshole in front of me was using me as a punching bag. Blow after blow collided with my body. Every part of me hurt.

“NOOO Ghost, please help me!”

Lincoln

I must have walked these fucking grounds for hours, walking mile after mile trying to clear my head. At first I followed Jasmin out to the water’s edge, listening to Tom tell her about her parents, then to Zane giving her marital advice. My own God damn traitorous brother, what the hell? He has always had a soft spot for that woman, even before the capture. I asked him once if he was in love with her. He laughed in my face and told me she was not his type. I found that hard to believe. Jasmin is anyone’s type.

Deciding on a cold shower and some rest, I walked back into the house, ignoring my brother’s attempt to get my attention. I was not in the right frame of mind to have another chat about my wife and what I needed to do about her. I needed to keep my mind on the mission and if I was lucky I could squeeze in a few hours of sleep.

We had called in a marker with the Commander of group one, SEAL team SEVEN. He was allowing us to use one of his platoons led by Captain Black, he was going to assist us through one of the many drug smuggling tunnels from California into Mexico. The tunnels are the easiest and fastest way to get to Tecate, Sonreír had a large compound there nestled in between a four star resort and the slums of Encinos. Our intel showed he was back at his compound with three body guards. It should be a straight forward mission; four men to take out.

No sooner did I step foot in my room I heard the screaming start.
“STOP, don’t touch him. I’ll fucking gut you. Stop.”

I bolted back out my door and down the hall to Jasmin’s room just as she yelled out again,
“Fuck you, you’ll have to kill me first! Don’t touch him mother fucker!”

I shouldered open her door and stumbled in the room as she yelled out again,
“NOOO. Ghost, please help me!”

It was always that last plea for that help that twisted my gut. Like all the times before, I had to scoop her off the bed and shake her awake. Two years ago this was almost a nightly occurrence; me being awoken by her screams of terror and thrashing around. Punching out and crying in her sleep. I thought the nightmares had ended when she lost her memory.

I grabbed on to her as tightly as I could and sat on the floor with her, whispering in her ear over and over again, “You’re safe, I got you.”

It took several minutes for her to open her eyes and stop kicking. When she looked at me with her tearful hazel eyes it was almost my undoing. I wanted to hold her and tell her I loved her like I had done a thousand times.

A few seconds passed before she was fully aware of her surroundings. I started to get up, needing to be far away from this woman. The longer I held her, the harder it was to let her go. Knowing I had to give up the other half of my soul was fucking unbearable. Never in my life had I thought it possible to love someone so much.

“I remembered,” she whispered. She held on to me when I tried to set her off my lap. “Well, I think it was a memory.”

My body tightened in anticipation and I tried to keep my voice even. “That’s great, Jasmin. Hopefully all the memories will come back. That is, if you want them to.”

I had to get out of this God damn room. I could not go another round with her. My head had to be clear for my mission in the morning.

“We were getting ready to go out. I had just gotten out of the shower and you were watching me…”

I stood up, placing her on her feet, stopping her from finishing. I had years of training learning how to compartmentalize shit, however at this moment I was having a hard time recalling any of it. Memories of our time together were flooding my memory, one scene after another. Each one vivid and threating to break my already thinly stretched control. It was hard enough to keep the cold detached voice. “I’d better go,” I stated blandly.

“You told me I smelled like night Jasmin. The lotion I was using was scented, was that real?” She asked hopefully.

“I don’t have time for a trip down memory lane. I have a mission in six hours. I have to go.” I started for the door.

“Why are you being a dick? Just tell me if it was a memory,” she demanded as she started to pace her room, rubbing the scar on her arm. Thank fuck we were able to skin graft that brand off her beautiful skin.

“Serious as shit, woman! The fuck do you want?” She would not stop pushing and I was fast losing my temper. “Yes it was a God damn memory. That was your favorite lotion; you would slather it all over your body when you got out of the shower.”

Her body started to shake as she stood in the faint moonlight. In the middle of the bedroom the only other light was coming in from the open door leading to the hall way.

“Will you please stay with me?” She asked in a sob.

“No.”

“Please, Lincoln I need you. I am starting to remember. I need my husband,” she pleaded.

She looked so fucking beautiful as she spoke the words I desperately wanted to hear for so long. Her long whisky hair was down and fell halfway down her back, her eyes begging me for comfort. Comfort I could not give her. Not right now. I was at war with myself. My head said run but my heart wanted to stay.

“Fuck that noise. That is some low shit right there even for you.” God damn this woman, FUCK. “I have shit to do Jasmin…” Before I could get out another word Jasmin detonated with rage.

“You’re being an asshole just to hurt me. I deserve it. I fucked up. Shit, Lincoln I am so fucking sorry! I was wrong. I didn’t mean a God damn word I said. I need you to forgive me. When I was leaving the CIA and getting my new identity I could not understand why I chose the name Jasmin. It didn’t fit who I am, all girly and shit, but that name was all I could think of. I didn’t get it then. I do now. My heart remembered you even when my mind would not. Just like I promised you.” She was practically hyperventilating as she spoke.

It was too much; I could not do this before an operation. I had to get out of here. All these years I thought Zane picked out her name when she got new identification; he knew I loved the smell of Jasmin on her. I never knew it was her decision.

“I have to go.” Fuck. Now I sounded like a broken record.

“Will you talk to me when you get back?” She asked, somewhat calmer.

“Serious as shit, Jasmin, leave it alone.”

“Lincoln Parker, I swear to Christ I will hunt your ass down and find you in whatever hole you decide to run to. We are talking when you get home. I want this resolved. I want my fucking husband back. I get it, I fucked up. But damn, can you give me a break? I didn’t fucking know.”

I would have agreed to anything at that point just to get the hell out of that room. “Fine, Jasmin. I’ll find you when I get back.”

Before I made it all the way out the door her little ass was in front of me. Blocking the door, she grabbed my face with both hands. “You be safe and come home to me.”

Her lips were on mine before I could answer her, my body reacting on instinct. I could not deny this woman even when I was pissed as hell at her. I took over the kiss, gathering her hair in one hand, pulling her head to the side to get a better angle. She groaned into my mouth and pressed her perfect tits harder onto my chest. Damn it to hell this woman was sexy as shit. I could feel her tight nipples through her thin tank top as she rubbed herself against me.

She went for the waist band of my pants and started to unbutton them. Next thing I felt was her soft little hand grabbing a hold of my throbbing erection, her thumb rubbing over my piercing and it was my turn to groan.

“Jasmin,” I started in a tight voice.

“No talking Lincoln, just feel me. Laura, not Jasmin. Remember me,” she whispered.

There was no way I could turn her down. As much as I knew I needed to walk away from her I simply could not. Laura or Jasmin, it did not matter what name she used. Bottom line, she was mine. Just one more time, then I would give her the time she needed, the time I should’ve given her before I took her the first time.

I picked her up and wrapped her legs around my waist, shutting the door plunging the room into near darkness. I walked us to the bed and gently laid her down. I did not need the light to navigate her body. I had committed every detail to memory. I knew every part of this woman; every fear, every dream, and every sexual desire.

I slowly removed her tank top and the boxer shorts she slept in most every night. Her body was flawless. Even with all of her battle scars it was utterly perfect. I kissed her stomach, remembering there was a time we had talked about having babies. Arguing over which one of us would give up being an operator to take care of our tribe. We both wanted to have a home full of children.

I peeled my clothes off as quickly as I could, eager to get inside of her. Once I was divested of clothes I climbed onto the bed next to her, kissing my way over her perky tits, gently biting each on before continuing on to the soft skin under her neck. She threw her head back and moaned her approval. I slid a hand down through her neatly trimmed hair to test her readiness. She was slick and hot and more than ready. 

There was no need for foreplay, no dirty talk before I slid into her. I was home, she was my home, had been for almost the last three years. I gently rocked into her in slow, long thrusts. There was nothing hurried about our love making. I was letting my body tell her all the things I was too afraid to tell her. All the feelings I was too afraid to tell my wife. I had already pushed too hard to fast and it caused her to lash out and run. If this was the last time I would have my wife, I was going to savor and memorize the moment. I would need it for the rest of my life.

I shoved my face in her neck, needing to inhale her scent; I kissed her neck and her shoulder, pushing myself in harder and faster. Making sure I rubbed my pelvis on her clit every time I bottomed out, twisting my hips grinding against the sensitive nub.

I felt her insides start to tighten around me. Shit, that felt so fucking good. I pushed in harder as her inner muscles worked me over, my climax fast approaching. I lost my rhythm as Jasmin’s moans grew closer and closer together; I took her lips in a soft kiss. I gently licked her lips and sucked, stroked her tongue with mine, moaning when she sucked my tongue and pushed her hips up to meet me.

“Please, Lincoln,” she begged.

I gave her all my weight and placed my hands under her ass and pulled her onto my dick harder, giving me better contact with her clit. Her hips bucked into mine and she clamped down on my dick so hard I had no chance of holding off. One more thrust and I planted myself deep inside of her, letting her inner muscles milk every drop of come I had to offer. My head spun at the intensity of my orgasm and secretly I hoped I planted my baby in her. There would be no more running, she would forever be tied to me. Dick move? Maybe, but I could give two fucks.

I pulled out of her and rolled off the bed, walking into the bathroom to get something to wash her off with. By the time I made it back to the bed she was dozing on and off. I washed in between her legs and when I was done I kissed her belly.

“I love you, Linc.” Her eyes were closed and she was asleep.

“I love you too baby.”

***

Oh Five hundred comes way to fucking fast when you have only had a few minutes of sleep. All hope of a restful sleep evaded me last night after I left Jasmin’s room. Damn that woman was infuriating. I went from wanting to smack her ass red for that damn mouth of hers to needing to tie her to my bed and fuck the holy hell out of her. I should never have given in last night, allowing my mind to go to rainbows and unicorns thinking about babies and shit. I was a dumb fuck. That woman was going to rip my heart out again and again if I let her. Zane was right. She is so different than she was before her memory loss. She was still the same prickly badass as she was before, but now she had this thick wall around her.

I walked into the kitchen for some much needed coffee, hoping it would clear my fucked up thoughts. This was the last damn thing I needed before heading into a mission. I needed my head in the op or someone could get hurt, or worse, killed.

“You good?” Zane asked as he walked in behind me.

I was so fucking keyed up already that when my brother spoke I was ready to kill him. “What the fuck?” I growled out.

“Swear to Christ, Linc, I will yank your ass off this mission. Your head is so fucked up you’re ready to bite my shit off over a question.” Zane was equally as pissed as I was this morning.

“Zane, I do not give two fucks to stand here and be questioned. My head is good. Same place it always is before a mission, on the fucking mission. You got any other questions?”

This asshole better just walk the hell away. I needed to grab my kit and get ready to leave.

“Just one, did you make shit right with your wife?” He had the mother fucking nerve to ask.

“You’re God damn lucky you are my brother. Any other man questioned me about my wife they’d find themselves on their ass. Mind your own fucking business. Now, you have any question about the mission?”

As my luck would have it, Jasmin and Eric decided to make their way into the kitchen to hear the last part of my conversation. Jasmin’s face was white as a ghost and Eric looked like he wanted to laugh.

“Good Morning.” Jasmin’s voice filled my ears, only pissing me off more.