Jasmine (18 page)

“Shush now,” he told her. “There
isn’t anything in there that we can’t replace. In fact, maybe this is the
perfect time for us to get us something together. It’ll be fun picking out
furniture and stuff. Or we can build. Something just our own. What do you
think?”

She looked up at him. “I’m so
sorry about your things. I didn’t mean for anything to…they did this because
they want me dead. Want me dead like they did my sisters. Why, Nathan? What did
I do to them?”

“Nothing, honey. Nothing at all.
And I’m not worried about some stupid things. I’ve got you and that’s all that
matters to me.” He held her tighter when Cain walked toward them. Stalked would
have been a better term.

“If you argue with me, I’m going
to beat your ass. You are moving in with Alyssa and me until this is over. And
if you think I’m going to take no for an—”

“I’ll take care of her, Cain,”
Nathan said in a low voice. “She’s mine now and I’ll take care of her. While we
appreciate the offer, we’ll be looking for something to build. I’m not sure
where we’ll be staying, but I assure you that we’ll be well secured.”

Cain looked like he wanted to
argue, but didn’t. He finally nodded as if he’d come to the conclusion it would
do him no good. He smiled slightly before he spoke. “Okay. But if you wouldn’t
mind staying with us, Alyssa and I would love to have you both. We have plenty
of room and…fuck it. Please, I’ll feel so much better if you’d move in with us.
I know you have her, but she’s still my little sister.”

Nathan looked down at her. She
nodded slightly and he turned back to Cain. To be honest, she thought maybe
she’d enjoy living there for a bit. She was terrified out of her mind, if truth
be known. Nathan told Cain they would, but only temporarily. Cain seemed to
relax a bit.

They all decided to go back to
Cain’s for dinner as the police finished up. Nathan and Cain, with the help of
a couple of police and Shamus, gathered up all her things from the office she
was afraid to leave and took them to the car. She was just getting inside when
her cell phone rang.

The unknown scared her. When
Lilliane had gotten calls last year from someone out to get Shamus, that was
how they’d contacted her. She looked up at Nathan.

“Don’t answer it. If it’s anything
important, they’ll leave a message or not. Whatever they have to say, you’re
safe with me.” Nathan held her while the ringing continued. When the sound for
a message rang she handed the phone to Shamus with her code.

He listened and then grinned. “It’s
your editor. She has book seven finished for you, but has a question about one
of the scenes. She wants you to call her back on the name of the condom you
used. She said she thinks maybe she’s used it before and if your facts are
true, which she doesn’t doubt, she’s going to kill her boyfriend.”

Flushing, Jazzie took the phone
back. “You should know that I never work without all the facts.” She flushed
again when he asked her what they were using. She decided that she didn’t much
care for Shamus at the moment and slipped inside the car and slammed the door. She
could still hear his laughter as he walked away.

She leaned back in the seat as
Nathan drove them over to Cain and Alyssa’s house. She was just thinking up
ways to get back at Shamus when she dozed off. She didn’t even realize she’d fallen
asleep until Nathan woke her up after they stopped.

Chapter 17

Ginny paced her room. She just
knew that stupid bastard had killed that woman who was all over the paper and
news today. Found body, it had said, mutilated and dead. She wanted to toss something
at the screen, but didn’t want to miss if they said anything about having any
suspects. So far all that cunt of a police captain said was that they were
looking at all avenues at this point and would find her killer.

Killer. The fucking bitch was a
prostitute. What the fuck did she think was going to happen if she walked the
streets for money? That someone was going to invite her home for tea and
crumpets? Maybe invite her into their home and make her their honorary aunt or
something? Ginny picked up the book that was lying on her bedside and threw it
at the wall. Fucking bitch.

She glanced over at the screen in
time to see Cain. She hurried to the remote and froze the screen. There was her
man. Cain Waite was hers and she couldn’t wait to get him between her thighs. She
nearly moaned when she reached between her legs and felt her cream gathering
there. She went to her bed and reached for her vibrator. The thing would get
her off but not satisfy her, but with Cain so close like this she was sure she’d
really enjoy herself.

Ginny pulled her pants and panties
off. She had the purple rabbit up inside of her before she’d even turned it on.
By the time the tiny ears were touching her clit she was riding it hard. She
imagined Cain there, his tongue deep inside of her as he tasted her. She
started pushing the hard shaft against her clit and crying out every time it
touched her. She was so close to coming that she knew that when she did finally
have him she wouldn’t be able to stop with just a one-time fuck. She’d have him
tied up for a month. She looked up at the frozen screen to see his mouth curved
up and thought of his cock fucking her when she came with a scream. Her cream
flooded her hand and the battery operated boyfriend so much so that it slid
quicker and faster in and out smoothly as the last tremors racked her body.
Sated, she lay back on the bed and smiled.

She had gone to the girl’s house
to find her. Jazzie wasn’t home, of course, but it had been really easy to pick
the lock. She’d only gone there to talk to the stupid author. Ginny snorted and
glanced over at the books on her nightstand. They were all Jasmine Blackwell’s
and, while Ginny had enjoyed them for the most part, she felt that she could do
so much better. The girl was a hack, plain and simple.

Then when she’d gotten inside,
she’d gotten pissed. She had everything. Nice furniture, nice televisions, she
even had all those really cool things in her kitchen that Ginny had seen in
those glossy magazines. Not that Ginny would know how to use most of them, but
that didn’t mean she didn’t want them for her own. By the time she’d gotten
upstairs and saw that the man, the drunk, had his clothes everywhere she was
livid. The first thing she’d torn up was his stuff.

By the time she’d gotten to the
hall again and not been able to get one of the rooms open, her anger was
completely out of control. She was in a rage so deep she’d completely destroyed
the other rooms before she knew it. Twice she’d heard Guinevere, but she hadn’t
paid any attention to her. She was slipping out the back door when she heard
the cars pulling into the drive. She wished now that she’d stayed long enough
to see the girl’s face, but her foot was throbbing again and she had to leave.

Getting up, Ginny went to the
bathroom. It was there that she saw the other woman. She was surprised by her
and tried not to show it. She washed her face before she acknowledged her. Then
she looked at her fully after she hung her towel.

“Now what? What the hell did you
expect to accomplish by destroying the house? Make her come out from hiding and
let you have her killed? You’re as stupid as Guinevere.” That comment startled
her into looking at the other woman. “You really can’t be that ignorant to
think I wouldn’t have known about you two, did you?” Her laughter was a short
bark. “You did. Oh, that’s too funny.”

“Who are you? And how long have
you been there?” Ginny didn’t like this. She wanted to control Guinevere and
had a feeling this woman could control them both. “I demand that you tell me
who you are.”

“Demand? You’re in no position to
demand anything. But I will tell you. I’m Verrie. And how long…gee, I would
say…I don’t know, maybe forever. But at least since you started planning this
disaster and watching from the sidelines while you two fucked it royally. Where
do you get your ideas, from television?” Ginny flushed. “You do, don’t you? Oh
my, that’s wonderful. You should probably go on tour after this. You could bill
yourself as the idiot who couldn’t think her way out of a wet paper bag.”

“I’ll have you know that I’ve
everything under control. So you can just go back to where you were. I’m in
charge here and—”

“And what? You’ll do what to me?” Ginny
felt the pain in her head. “You’ll do nothing but listen. You should have more
respect. I got that cat into this…this dump and neither of you were the wiser. No,
you’ll do well to remember that I’m stronger and I mean to stay.”

Ginny was afraid of that. She’d
known there were others that Guinevere had inside of her. She also knew that
most of them were strong forces. But she had expected them to…well, let her
control Guinevere and be glad for it. The woman laughed again and Ginny looked
at her.

“You’re plotting to get rid of me.
Well, you can try. I’m going to run things now and there will be no more fuck-ups.
First thing that has to go is that man. He is nothing but a fool. If he killed
this girl and I agree, he did do it, then he’ll more than likely cut a deal to
save his ass if he’s given a choice. And if you think giving him a few bucks
will keep him from throwing us under the bus then you’re stupider than I
thought.”

Ginny started to say something,
but her head gripped in pain. She dropped to her knees and cried out in pain. Guinevere
was there for only a few seconds then disappeared. The pain was incredible and
her nose began to bleed. Ginny barely made it to the bed before she lost her
grip. She heard Verrie laugh again as she slipped away.

~~~

Their things were put away by a
very nice maid. Nathan didn’t want to enjoy being there, but he did. He sat
down on the bed and bounced a couple of times before settling. And Jasmine
seemed to be relaxing more as she settled in. They didn’t really have much. Most
of what they’d brought with them was her office stuff. He’d told her they’d go
shopping tomorrow.

“I guess we’ll be safe here. They
have a state of the art security system here.” Jasmine moved around the room,
touching things and straightening others. “And it was really nice of her to let
me set up an office in one of the spare bedrooms.”

“She has plenty of room, even with
us staying here.” She nodded and he grinned. He wanted her. He thought maybe if
he got her under him she’d feel better too. “Come here.”

He’d put just enough command in
his voice to have her looking up. He could see her nipples pucker beneath her
bra. Nathan watched her walk toward him. “Take off your clothes. I want to see
you.” His cock hardened in his pants. Christ, this woman was beautiful. “Leave
on your panties.”

She’d told him the other day she
couldn’t wear a dress when she worked. She said that it brushed against her
legs and it distracted her. He could see that. She had a way she did things and
breaking the habit, even as small as wearing different clothes, could keep her
from what she loved. She’d just run out of the house to get something she
needed for reference when the break-in had occurred.

She stood before him in the
tiniest little panties he’d ever seen. And she was wet. He watched her face as
he stood up and walked toward her. Lust and need reflected back at him. Nathan
took a deep breath and could smell her arousal. “I got us some toys. I had them
in my car when I came home tonight. Would you like for me to show you what I
got?” She nodded then answered the correct way. “Good girl. I’m going to use
them on you. One in particular I’m going to really enjoy using on you. Would
you like that?”

“Yes, Master.”

He brushed his fingers over her
hard nipples. “I have some pretty clamps that I’m going to put here and make
them red for me. Then I’m going to put one on your clit. I’ll lick it first,
lick it until you want to come, then I’ll tighten the little screw over you and
watch as your nub gets full of blood and swollen for me.” He walked to the
bedside dresser and pulled out the box.

There were more things that he’d
gotten today. Most of those were still in his trunk, but these he wanted to
play with now. He couldn’t wait until they had a home of their own, one that he
could build a nice playground in. He had to adjust his cock as he dumped the
clamps in his palm.

“Tell me when it hurts too much. I
don’t want you to be in too much pain. It won’t be any fun for either of us if
you don’t enjoy it.” She nodded and he let her not answer. He saw her swallow
several times as he opened the first one up.

He took her nipple into his mouth.
He sucked hard, bringing as much blood to the tip as he could. He bit her once
before he laved her. He wanted to take her entire breast into his mouth, but
wanted to put these in place first. When he pulled his mouth away and put the
first one on her, she swayed slightly. After she assured him she was all right,
he did the same to the other nipple.

She looked beautiful standing
there with his clamps on her. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out
the long box he’d thought to give her the other day. It was a choker. His own
design that he’d had made for just her. He opened the box now and showed it to
her.

“You’ll only wear this when we’re
in the bedroom. I don’t want anyone else to know what we do just yet. Not until
we are more comfortable with our relationship.” He had her turn as he put the
gold chain on her throat. “This gold chain is especially designed for you. See
how the jewels are interwoven in the circles? They had to put tiny holes in
them to make them hang just the way I wanted them to.” He turned her to look. “It’s
beautiful, as are you.”

Nathan went to the bed again and
picked up the two items he wanted to use on her as well as the last clamp. He
dropped to his knees before her and pulled her wet panties out of his way. Her
breath caught as he moved his finger along her seam. He looked up at her.