Colin: McCullough's Jamboree - Erotic Jaguar Shapeshifter Romance (McCullough's Jamboree Book 1) (10 page)

“Peter and Mary are good people. You’d be lucky to be just like them.” She told him that wasn’t who she was talking about. “The people who brought you into this world have nothing to do with the person you’ve become. You did that all on your own. You’re smart, well respected, and work hard. Those are not qualities that those other people gave you.”

“You’re missing the point here.” He told her he didn’t think so. “Are you always this stubborn? I thought you were turning over a new leaf or some other bullshit.”

“I have. Because right now, every part of my being wants to get up, strip you down to your bare skin, and taste every inch of you before I lay you back over that bed in the other room and plow you hard enough to make you come a dozen or so times before I release inside of you. Then when you’re lying there, hopefully sated, I can roll you to your back again and eat your pussy until you’re ready for me again.” He leaned back further in the chair and stroked his cock, which was straining at the zipper. “I’m hard, needy, and want to taste you so badly that my mouth is watering for it. And now I can smell you. You’re wet, aren’t you?”

“Don’t do this.” She watched him as he unbuckled his belt and then his pants button. As he lowered the zipper slowly, she licked her lips. He was making her crazy, and she was pretty sure he knew it. When he was free, his cock thick and straining from his groin, he fisted himself as he watched her.

“Come here. Take me in your mouth, Lauren.” She shook her head, and he cupped his balls through his pants. “Please? I want to feel your pretty mouth on me. Feel you slide me down the back of your throat while I come.”

She was moving before she could tell him no again. As she knelt in front of him, taking his cock in her own hands, he lifted his hips up and pulled his pants down to his thighs. She pulled them the rest of the way off him and tossed them behind her.

Her fingers didn’t fit around him, he was so thick. His slick precum was making her mouth water more as she moved her hand up and down him. Watching him, she stuck out her tongue and licked his crown. He growled low when she lifted her head from him.

“Suck me, Lauren. Christ, take me please.” She moved her mouth over him, and he lifted his hips up and filled her throat. Swallowing past the gag response, she cupped his heavy balls in her hand while he fucked her mouth. “Christ, yes. I’m so close, baby. Stop now or I’m going to come in your mouth.”

Her head was suddenly jerked off him and she reached for him again, but he pulled her up, standing her in front of him as he tore her clothing from her. He’d never moved off the chair, and his cock hung heavily between his thighs as the tearing sound made her body overheat and needier than she’d ever been. When she was naked, he pulled her body to his mouth, sucked her clit into his mouth, and bit down.

She screamed out her release. Lauren could not have stopped it, even on threat of death. When he stood up, pulling her along behind him, all she could think about was his cock and that he was going to fuck her soon. As they entered her bedroom, he turned them as soon as the door was closed and lifted her by her ass until she was at eye level with him, his cock at her entrance.

“Say it.” She shook her head. “Tell me that you belong to me and no other. Tell me, Lauren, so that I can take you. Fill you.”

“I belong to no one.” She moved her hips then, taking his cock into her enough that she came again. “Fuck me, Colin. Fuck me now.”

He slammed forward, taking her breath away in the process. As soon as he pulled free of her and turned them, she was sobbing for him to give her his cock again. Instead, he dropped her on the bed and pulled his shirt off, but didn’t touch her.

“I’m going to come. Right now, I’m going to jerk off while you lay there.” She started to reach for him when he told her to stop. “If I come on you or in you, you’re mine whether you say it or not.”

His hand moved up and down his shaft. Precum didn’t just spill from his tip but was a steady stream now. She started to beg him to take her, tell him whatever he wanted to hear just so she could feel him inside of her when he came.

Streams of his come touched her face. Her breast burned with it. As he continued to come, spraying her body and face with his cum, she rubbed it over her, loving the feeling that she got when it warmed her skin. Then she was on her back, his cock hard as before as he moved over her.

“I can’t wait.” Nodding, she spread her legs for him. His cock burned at her pussy. “Christ, I need you.”

He fucked her slowly, his body moving over hers as his hands seemed to be everywhere. His mouth followed the path of his fingers as he pulled at her nipples, suckled at her navel, and even bit down on her hips. He sucked at her breasts over and over, pulled them until she nearly screamed at him to finish her. Her breasts were on fire for him. No matter what he did, it wasn’t enough.

Every time she was close to coming again, he’d move, pause, or nip her in a way that had her body humming but not coming. When he buried his mouth over her throat, sucking hard on her pulse there, she curled her fingers into his hair and held him, needing him to bite her now more than she needed her next breath.

“Say it now.” She wanted to tell him no, that she’d never say it, but he licked her there, heating her flesh like he’d set fire to her. “Say it and I’ll give it all to you.”

She wanted to deny him. Tell him to fuck off. But he moved his hips and lifted her leg so that it wrapped around him. When her other leg seemed to have a mind of its own and did the same, she rolled her hips up to meet every one of his downward thrusts until he stopped. He watched her face as he begged her again to say it.

“I fucking hate you right now.” He grinned. “I belong to you. I don’t like you, but I belong to no other.”

He bit her then, sank his teeth so deeply into her throat that she saw stars, sure that he’d torn her throat out as his cock moved inside of her faster and faster. But instead of being painful as she’d thought it would be, it brought her, three times as a matter of fact, each climax building on top of the one before. Then when he drew her blood, sucked on the wound he’d made, Lauren came so hard that stars danced behind her eyelids, and then…nothing.

~~~

Colin wasn’t sure what to do with himself. He had just checked on Lauren again, and she was still sleeping soundly. He wanted to join her, but was afraid that she’d kill him in his sleep. He’d just made her his mate, and he was pretty sure that she’d only let him because he’d made her need him. Smiling, he thought of how needy he’d been too.

Going into the well-stocked kitchen, he started pulling out the ingredients to cook. He wasn’t sure what he wanted to cook, but the thought of his mom’s cookies with chocolate chips, the only thing in the world she could make, seemed to leap out to him when he thought of something comforting for Lauren. He also found a well-stocked freezer and pulled out two thick steaks. He was putting in some potatoes to bake when Boyd contacted him.

I have the results of the meds that were in her system if you want them. I know the other guy did their tests, but you asked me to look too.
He told him he did.
You’re not going to believe what I found. I mean, the tests are pretty close, but it’s the amounts of each one that has me scared shitless for you and her. Did they mention something called pentobarbital or pentobarbitone?
Colin said that he didn’t think so, but he might have missed it.
How about something called Nembutal?

No, nothing like that. What does it do to her? I’m assuming that it’s not a drug you can find out on the shelves of the local drug store.
Boyd laughed and said no.
What could it have done to her then?

In higher doses it causes death by respiratory arrest. They use it in some prisons that perform executions. Unless you’re looking for it when death occurs, it’s not going to show up.
Colin paused in putting cream in the batter for the cookies as Boyd continued.
There were high doses of it in those drugs she was taking. Whoever made the cocktail for her, they knew what they were doing. And I don’t mean your normal run of the mill doctor either. This person had knowledge.

Turning when he heard Lauren come in the room, he reached out and pulled her body to his. He’d come close to losing her even before he’d had her. Holding her, he told his brother that he’d get back to him and told Lauren what he’d found.

“So they want me dead, but not make a big deal out of it. I don’t understand that thinking. Why take out my entire team like that, then go in the back door to kill me off here? And what sort of claim could they make unless someone knew to look for the poison?” He loved the way her mind worked, and he told her that. “Thanks, but you should know that this is not going to get you out of the shit storm you caused by getting naked with me.”

“You’re very beautiful naked, I’d like to say.” She told him to fuck off, something that she said quite often. He changed the subject as he finished the cookie batter. “I love this house. And this kitchen. I have a place of my own—well, we do now—that has a nice place to cook in, but not like this. Do you cook at all?”

“No. I hate it. I guess it stems from getting my food from a package for most of my life. And if you tell me you cook, I might be willing to let you live here. At least for the next few days.” She paced the kitchen, and he tried his best to stay out of her way. “Back to this report. Does anyone besides the two of us know that your brother did this? I mean, it could end badly for him if word got out.”

“No. I asked him to have a look at the stuff I was able to gather up before anyone came here. He did it at his lab in his offices.” He wondered aloud if he should put someone on his brother to watch over him.

“Already done. And only people I can trust too. You should also know that these drugs, they won’t show up on any report as being bought either. More than likely they were stolen and never reported missing. Whoever did this, they more than likely killed the chemist after he did it for them.”

“No witnesses.” She nodded as she paced the kitchen. Her body moved like she’d invented movement. Slim and muscled, he could see that she was comfortable with herself. But he also knew that if she needed to, and he’d seen it first hand, she could be as lethal as his cat when pissed off with just that same sexy body. And her clothing fit her like it had been painted on her.

He’d noticed her clothing when he’d been looking for something to pull on earlier. Not that he thought any of her things would fit him. She was smaller by a great deal, but he’d noticed that her closet was mostly empty except for a large gun safe, and there wasn’t a single dress in the big area. Mostly there were T-shirts, black, as well as a few pair of cargo pants, also black. He’d gone snooping to see what else she might have hidden. There wasn’t a great deal of either personal items or dressy clothing. All he’d been able to find was more guns than he’d thought were in all of the state.

“What are you cooking?” He told her cookies and steak. “You have to tell me how you came up with that combo. Potatoes and steak, yeah, I get that, but not cookies. And I didn’t think you could eat chocolate.”

“Canines can’t eat chocolate. Cats can, I guess. At least
we
can. This is my mom’s recipe.” He handed her a hot cookie as soon as he pulled the pan from the oven. “So, are we not going to talk about you being my mate?”

“Not yet. I have to not think about things for a minute to clear out the cobwebs. Tell me why you had your brother run a test on me being sick. I’m assuming that’s where he got his information.” Colin told her that it had been Boyd’s idea, not his. “So he’s the smarter one of the two of you? Perhaps he needs a mate too.”

He growled low and told her that it didn’t work that way. But she was off on another line of questions before he could explain it to her. If he even had to.

“I’m not going to be going back into active duty, or so they’re telling me. I can have a desk job and recruit some shit heads, but they won’t let me go back to what I was doing. Did you know that?” He told her that he did, Tony had told him. “I’m not sure what to do with myself right now. I don’t know how to do anything but give orders and expect people to obey them. But I have some metal in my body that’s keeping me from what I need to do. Or so they told me.”

“I’m guessing from that you don’t believe that part either. May I make a suggestion?” She said sure but not to expect miracles from it. “I was thinking that the person that didn’t tell you what was really in those drugs might have been the same one that told you you’re not fit for active duty. My brother Boyd can run some tests and see…. Where are you going?”

“I have a phone around here somewhere. I was going to call him and see when I can come in.” He pulled the last of the cookies out of the oven and went to find her. She was in her office on the phone, and he sat down while she finished her conversation. When she hung up, he knew that Boyd was going to help her. “I have to go in sometime when the office is closed. I don’t need to alert whoever is doing this to me that I’m…we’re onto them.”

“Good idea. And Boyd is the best at what he does.” She nodded and told him she knew. “You do? And when did you find this out?”

“I knew your brother Hawkins before he joined up. Not long before, but enough that I had him and all of you investigated. I wanted him on my team. But I also didn’t want some looney there either. So I checked him out.” He waited for her to explain, or at the very least tell him what she’d found out. “Hawkins proved himself even before the reports came back about you guys. He has been at my side since the beginning. Hawkins is one of the best soldiers I know. He’s the type of man that you know when he says that he has your back, you can damned well bet he has it.”

“He has a great deal of respect for you as well.” Lauren said nothing as she sat here. The big desk was still in some sort of wrapping, and the chair that more than likely came with it was sitting by the couch. She was currently sitting in the wingback that he was sure was supposed to be in front of the fireplace. The place, the entire house for that matter, had an open freedom feeling to it. “You designed this place, didn’t you?”