My Life for Yours (13 page)

“You’re taking this like a girl,” I stand to my full height and attention as I walk over to his bed.

“Jeez, Frankie,” Jeremy looks up at me and his eyes are red and puffy. Streaks of salt water cling to his cheeks and there’s no other way to describe him but completely devastated. “Can’t you for one minute just stop being a cruel bitch? I’ve had the most fucked up things happen to me and you’re calling me a girl. Well walk out if you can’t stand a little bit of emotion.”

“A little bit? You’re crying like a hormonal pregnant teenager. Get the hell over it. She’s a terrible mother, fuck, I’ll even go as far as to say she’s a terrible person. But you’re crying over scum that hasn’t shed a tear for you and sold you out to me. She sold you out to someone that can happily and easily destroy you and she doesn’t care. And you’re lying there like a broken man crying tears over her. Those tears should be reserved for someone that cares for you not on a worthless piece of rubbish, like her.”

Jeremy’s eyebrows frown together and I notice he takes deep breaths through his mouth. A few minutes pass and Jeremy closes his eyes and leans his head back into the pillow. Without opening his eyes or saying a word, he lifts his hand and opens his palm waiting for me to take it. I place my hand in his and his fingers tightly take hold of me. His thumb draws slow circles on the back of my hand and he continues breathing deeply, I suspect he’s just considering this entirely fucked up situation. My own heart’s thumping through to my ears and my adrenaline’s starting to cool down, as my touch seems to have the same calming effect on him as he has on me.

“I know, Darling. It’s just, this really is bad. I never would’ve thought this was how my life would turn out.”

“Just man up and piss her off. Let her go, Jeremy, you deserve better.”

“I deserve you.” He opens his eyes and looks into mine. This time the hurt’s been replaced with an emotion I haven’t seen before, maybe the visit from his mother has sparked it. An emotion I’m not ready to handle yet, an emotion that I myself haven’t felt for anyone but family.

“Don’t say it, Senator. Whatever you’re thinking, just hold it inside.”

“One day soon.”

“Let it go.” I break his touch and walk back over to the chair. Sitting down I compose myself before I start questioning him about his kidnapping.

“Frankie.”
 

“Don’t.” I cut him off by raising one hand.

“Thank you.”

I swallow back my own emotions and nod just once. A few more moments pass before I need to address the issue at hand.

“So what happened when they took you?”

“Nothing, they tied me up, beat me up,” he looks down at his battered and bruised body “and kept laying into me. But they didn’t ask me anything.”

“How many were there?”
 

“Two, but they were getting instructions from someone else.”

“Where they getting phone calls?”

“Yeah at the end they said that you wouldn’t pay the ransom because you were scared every other unsavoury person would want to destroy you.”

Wait. What? They said that? How do they know I said that? They asked me for one hundred million and I said no, and then I hung up the phone.

“What exactly did they say, Jeremy?”

“They were laughing and carrying on, said I wasn’t anything to you. Said that you wouldn’t pay the money. I’m glad you didn’t, Frankie. Even if they killed me, I’m glad you didn’t give them a damn cent.”

“Jeremy, listen to my words. What exactly did they say about me not paying them?”

“They said you said you were going to stand your ground and not let them defeat you.”

Well fuck me.

Those words were said in my office.

To G.

And only G.

No one else was in my office.

Did G do this? Was G behind all the attacks against me?

Could the man that’s been my family, also be the man that’s trying to destroy me?

Chapter 18

Eight days pass and Jeremy stays in hospital while I go back home and try to see if it’s G who’s behind this. Calling Bruno to do a sweep of my office, he finds several listening devices concealed all around my office, in the kitchen and my bedroom. There’re only a handful of people that have access to the areas, so they’re all on my shit list. Bruno also sweeps G’s room and finds them in there, too. I didn’t want to believe that the man who’s watched me grow from an awkward yet stubborn teenager to a lethal Mafiosa, who’s beaten up a few boys for me, killed a lot of men I’ve pointed to and even once been shot protecting my father, was the man behind these attack.

Truthfully, I was happy I didn’t have to send him to his death, I was deliriously pleased that he remains my right hand man.
 

But it still posed an issue that even though it had been quiet for the last eight days, there’s still someone, and that someone’s part of my people, who’s after me.

Marko drives me to the hospital to collect a discharged Jeremy. The swelling on his face has almost completely subsided and the bruising’s now a dull yellow color blending into his natural skin tone; in a day or two it should be totally gone. The cast on his leg will be there for another couple of weeks and his arm has recovered quite well. All in all, he’s mending fairly rapidly.

Betsy was seen off to Albania as Jason and Lance stayed close to her. As per G’s instructions they were to remain in constant contact with Marko, giving him a rundown of everything that was happening with Betsy.

Walking into Jeremy’s room, he’s sitting on the bed just staring at the door.

“Hey,” I walk over to him and his face lightens up the moment he sees me.

“Darling,” He tilts his head up so I can kiss him. But this kiss isn’t like the others that he’s given me in the past. He grabs my body and crashes it to his, his mouth opens as his tongue sweeps over my bottom lip. Closing my teeth to bite over his top lip, I draw on it and bite with a little more pressure. My heart starts to beat rapidly as the blood being carried through my veins instantly starts to boil, moisture pools around my slit and as Jeremy’s attacking my mouth and neck, I’m fisting his hair pulling him closer to me.
 
“We can’t do this here. God, how I want your mouth on me. Licking, sucking, kissing me,” he mutters against my lips.

“I really need sex, Jeremy. Hurry up so we can get home.” But my hands haven’t left the back of his head, he groans into my mouth as my grip tightens. I rub myself up against him and he’s becoming almost violently forceful with the way he’s pulling at me. And man, do I like it.

“Shit, Frankie,” he pushes me away just enough so that we can both let air back into our lungs. “Come on, let’s get us home.”

When he says the word home, a shutter runs from the top of my spine all the way down to my toes. Home, is that where I’m taking him? Yep!

Marko takes the couple of bags that he has here as Jeremy manoeuvres the crutches to hobble out to the limousine.
 
We walk quietly to the car but I steal small looks and laugh as he struggles with the walking aids.
 

“Stop laughing,” he growls out to me.

“It’s okay, Jeremy, I’m laughing
at
you so it makes all the difference.”

“Yep, there’s the Frankie that I know, back as the annoying bitch who can’t shut her damn mouth.” I smile at his words and walk away from him; I head straight to the limousine that Marko’s illegally parked outside the front doors. ‘Hop along’ finally joins us as I sit in the back and patiently wait for him. He clumsily gets in and lets out a huge huff. “That was fucking painful,” he brings his hand up to rub over his face as he looks out the window.

“You’ve provided me with ample entertainment though.”

“Darling, unless your mouth is sucking me off or kissing me, then please don’t use it for anything else.”

I chuckle and turn away from him.
Deviant.

My hand’s on the seat between Jeremy and myself and Jeremy’s hand is close to mine. He shifts it so only the tip of our pinkie fingers are just touching, then he moves it back a little. The heat emanating from his touch starts to sing to my body. He leaves his pinkie so it’s not touching my hand but incredibly close. A few moments pass and in a slow and tedious manner he moves his hand up my arm with the lightest of touches. My breath hitches with a promise of another incredible night, I shift in my seat towards him and I try to rub my thighs together to gain a little friction. I discreetly rock a little forward and then rock back in my chair as Jeremy leans over and licks my shoulder. Fuck, right from the moment I saw him in the hospital room and we groped at each other’s bodies, my own form has been craving him and wanting him. Just sitting next to him I want to do very bad things to his very yummy body.

“God, Jeremy,” I pant as his tongue swirls around at the nape of my neck.

“Tell me what you want from me, Frankie,” he murmurs against my skin.

“I need to be fucked.” I close my eyes as I groan.

“And I need to be buried deep inside you.”

I look out the window and see that we’re stationary in my driveway at home.

“We’re home,” I manage to say as I turn my head and lick his tongue.

“I’m not sure my balls or my cock will let me get out of this car yet.”

“Well I’ll see you inside then, Senator,” I slide out of the seat and leave Jeremy with his blue balls and incredibly engorged cock to get himself out and inside the house.
 

I make my way to my office and wait, I hear the tap of the crutches as they hit the slated floor leading inside.
 

“Back here, Senator,” I say as I stand just outside my office door. He makes his way down the hall and leans up against the door with the crutches under his arm pits.
 

“These are a pain in the arse. I’ve never broken anything before and I never want to break anything again.”

I’m leaning up against the oak office table and signal with my finger for Jeremy to come over to me. When he does, I move out of the way and push him back on the dark antique wood. He opens his legs as an invitation for me to step in between them; I take that proposal and push my body hard into his. Jeremy’s eyes immediately liquefy and I watch as his chest rises and falls with a quick tempo. His hands find my hips and he grips at the tee shirt I’m wearing and with one swift movement he brings it up and over my head. I slide my hands up under his shirt and my thumbs go straight to his nipples. I can feel the piercing and rub my thumb over it; I watch and can only think that Jeremy’s waiting for my fingers or mouth to tease his nipples and pleasure them. Bringing my mouth down to the junction of Jeremy’s shoulder I pull the tee shirt to the side and lick all the way up to his ear. When I get to his ear I flick his lobe with my tongue. Jeremy closes his eyes and groans while he tilts his head, silently allowing me to continue my expedition for our pleasure. I take a step back and Jeremy opens his eyes and silently questions the withdrawal of my body.

“Tell me what you like, Senator.”

“Darling, I really want my cock as far up into your pretty pussy as I can get it.”

I undo the buttons on my jeans and push my hand inside my panties. “Is that all?”

Jeremy’s eyes follow my hand and all he can see is the movement as my fingers find my wet slit and start their own slow dance of teasing my clit. The feeling of having Jeremy’s eyes on me is making my hormones continue to scream that they want to be satisfied.

“I really would like you to fuck my mouth with that wet hot pussy of yours.” Two fingers slip inside and I let out a wanton moan.

“What else do you want to do to my body?”

Jeremy has his cock out of his shorts and his hand is moving in long strokes up and down.

“Your lips too, I want to drive myself in your mouth until you can’t breathe.” My free hand goes to my breasts and I expose one as I pinch and pull at my nipple. It’s erect and hard and just like my quickening breath, my slit’s rapidly drenching my hand. This feels unbelievable, I can make my body hum, but just having Jeremy caressing himself in front of me is driving me insane. Jeremy cups his balls and tugs at them as he continues to rub and pull his cock. I watch as he spreads the pre cum around the head with his thumb and I manage three fingers to coast in and out of my very soaked slit.

“Is that all you want from me? Or do you have any other desires?” I take my hands out and turn around so my back’s to Jeremy. I unclasp and remove my bra and drop it to the floor, then I wiggle out of my jeans and slide them down my legs, slowly bending and sticking my thong covered arse out to him. I look over my shoulder and tilt my head down so I’m looking at him from under my thick eye lashes. “Are you sure that’s all you want?” I ask with my most sin filled voice.

Jeremy’s hand continues his assault as his eyes fixate on my arse.

“I’d love to fuck you there, too.”

“How much do you want that?” I’m still bent over in front of him as I remove my thong and glide it down over my hips and to the floor. Slowly I straighten up and take my hair tie out and flick my mane free, Jeremy growls from behind me and before I have a chance to look at him, his arms encircle my waist and he falls back on the table, pulling me with him. One hand comes to my stomach and he pulls me tightly into his body, I can feel his hard cock in the crack of my arse as his other hand goes directly to fondle my clit.

“Does my dirty girl want to be fucked in the arse?” He nips at my ear as he pushes his cock further into my crack and pulls me back at the same time. I’m grinding against his hand as my breath’s becoming more ragged.

“Yes I do.” I pick my tempo up as Jeremy now immerses his long digit into my slit.

“You’re so wet and so ready for me.” He brings his finger out and rubs my dripping arousal over my tight ring in the back. His finger draws around my arse and slowly he starts to push it in, I push back and open to him, the sensation is foreign and almost uncomfortable but quickly I adjust and move back so I can get more of him in me. “God that looks fantastic, I can’t wait til I get my cock in this tight little hole. To claim it, to possess it, to fuck it and to own it.” Damn, his voice is rough like sandpaper moving across my skin, touching it like I’ve never been touched before. I twirl my hips getting the full effect of Jeremy’s finger inside my dark hole of pleasure. The more I swivel the more I want, the more I want the crazier I’m going to go for him until he gives it to me. “Keep taking what you need, I love the way you move your body, I love the way your body tells me what it wants, what your mind desires.” He sighs out the last few words. My body starts to tighten and I keep my assault on his finger going. Fuck, I want him. With my body on the brink of an orgasm, I start to vibrate and hum but I need more of Jeremy.