Nightstalker: Red Team book 1 Page 9

  “Thank you for what, Jasmin?” Linc had hardness in his voice and his eyes narrowed in accusation. I didn’t like hearing him call me Jasmin after what we had just shared.

  “For making me feel safe, bringing me peace.” I hid my face embarrassed to admit that to him.

  “Don’t do that. Don’t ever hide from me. You never have anything to be embarrassed about with me. I want every single part of you. I want you to give it all to me.” He visibly relaxed at my answer.

  “Why?” I could not help but to ask. Apparently I was still an insecure girl under all my badass. Who knew?

  “Baby, I could not begin to explain why. I will not blow smoke up your ass with a bunch of pretty words we both know are meaningless in the end. I am drawn to you like no one else. There is something in me that recognizes you. I want to throw you over my shoulder like a cave man and hide you away so I can keep you safe. Then there is this other side of me that gets so crazy turned on when I see this badass chick and how you take shit from no man, you demand the respect you have earned. You are this perfect fantasy. Soft and sexy yet hard and full of sass, there is a need in me to bend you, tame you.”

  “So what I am getting from that is I turn you on.” I winked and moved my hips.

  “Woman, I wanna fuck you senseless every minute of every day, but more than that, I want to worship you.” Linc pushed his pelvis against me. I could feel him lengthening in me already.

  “Already?” I was surprised at his arousal so soon after he finished.

  “Are you surprised my dick is hard again? Baby I could fuck you again and again, but not yet. I need to take care of you, I was rough with you earlier.” He pulled out and rolled to the side.

  I watched as he knifed up and got off the bed, not a care in the world. He was completely naked. With a peck on my forehead he walked to the attached bathroom. Shit and Damn! That man had a fine ass. There were more tattoos on his back as well as a few scars. I made a mental note to examine those further. I wanted to run my hands over his body and find each old injury and kiss each one.

  I was so lost in my thoughts of his body exploration I did not hear him come back to the bed. He leaned down, scooped me up, and carried me to the bathroom. The shower was already warm and steam filled the room.

  He sat me on my feet. “In you go.” With a swat on my ass he directed me to the shower.

  “You know, you don’t need to smack my ass like a dog,” I said as I stepped into the shower. I tossed a halfhearted attempt at a pissed off face over my shoulder.

  “Sweet Jasmin, that was a love tap baby, done simply because I cannot keep my hands off your perfect little ass. When I smack your ass for my sexual pleasure you will have my hand print marking you for days. A mark I will enjoy looking at every time I bend you over,” Linc said in my ear as he slipped in the shower behind me.

  “What if I don’t want you to spank me and mark me?” I scoffed.

  “You will enjoy seeing my marks on your body as much as I will enjoy putting them there.” He pressed his erection on my ass and rolled his hips.

  Maybe he was right if the wetness between my legs was any indication.

  “I thought you were going to worship me, not beat me.” I tried to hold back my moan.

  “Beat you? No, I will never hurt you. I will tie you up and make you come so many times you will pass out from the pleasure I am giving you. I will bend you over my lap and spank that pretty ass until it is glowing red, then shove you full of my cock and make you orgasm like you have never felt. I will ruin you Jasmin; you will yield to my every demand. Make no mistake, I will fuck you so many times and so many ways, you will be tied so tightly to me that you will never break free.”

  “I am scared.” I was glad he was behind me. I never admit weakness.

  “I will always protect you, you are mine!”

  The way he said those words had my heart beating out of my chest again. I knew I was falling for this man. It was too soon. This was too crazy. I needed to put the brakes on, but I didn’t know how. I felt like I had known him for a lifetime. He felt… familiar. I melted into him once again my body obeying him blindly.

  “I trust you,” I choked out.

  He didn’t say another word, just picked up the body wash and bathed me. He washed every inch of my body. Massaging my shoulders down my back, he stopped to kiss my hip before he continued down to my butt cheeks and legs. He spun me around to get to my front. With a sweet peck on my lips, he held my eyes as he washed my neck, breasts, and my stomach. Nothing was sexual; his touch was loving and caring. I sighed and leaned my head back, letting the water cascade over my hair and down my back. He was taking care of me, worshipping me. He shampooed and conditioned my hair in the same way he did my body. His firm hands kneaded my scalp as he washed me clean.

  When he was done, I picked up the body wash. He quickly took it from my hands.

  “Oh no, I see that look in your eyes. This was all for you,” he said gently.

  “I want to repay the favor.” I pouted. I even went as far as to push out my bottom lip.

  “If you touch me, I won’t be able to resist fucking you. My dick is already hard from running my hands all over your sexy little body.”

  “Please…” I would beg if I had to. “I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel.”

  “Baby, you do not have to touch me to make me feel good. Just you allowing me to care for you is all I need.” He still would not give in.

  I had to find a way for him to allow me to touch him. I was not any good at this sexy come on shit. I had no experience on how to seduce a man. Maybe I was just not any good at it. I should just get out of the shower and let him finish before I made an ass out of myself.

  “Hell, no! I see that look in your eyes. You cannot for one second think that I am not attracted to you and don’t want you to touch me.”

  I lowered my eyes, embarrassed he was able to read my thoughts.

  “EYES!” He growled. Oh shit, now he was mad. My eyes quickly found his.

  “Serious as shit, baby. I just wanted to take care of you, but I see now that you are misunderstanding my intentions. You feel this? You feel how hard you make me?” he pushed his hardness on my stomach. “I want you to wash me, every inch, and while you do I want you to think about this.” He paused and grabbed the sides of my face with both hands, making sure I was looking in his eyes. “When you are done you are going to face the wall, place your hands above your head and not move a muscle. If you move, I will spank that ass red. I am going to lick your ass down to your pussy. When I am done, you are going to tilt that little pussy up so I can fill you full of my dick. Do you understand, Jasmin?”

  I just nodded my head. I was speechless. His naughty words turned me on like nothing else. I was dripping wetness down my legs and my pussy was softening, preparing for his invasion.

  “Words, baby, I want to hear you say the words,” Lincoln demanded. I was beginning to think I might have bit off more than I could handle. He was going to spank me. I would not be able to stand still if his tongue was in my ass.

  “Ummm – yes, I understand.”

  “Good. Now, baby, get to work.” He winked.

  Holy shit, Lincoln Parker winked at me. This smug bastard knew he was going to spank my ass. I was in a daze as I washed every part of him. I didn’t enjoy and savor his body like I had planned to. I was mindless in anticipation of what he was about to do me. I was unable to map out his scars and trace all of his tattoos. I felt cheated. It was over before I knew it. He spun me around vibrating with need. I did that to him.

  “Hands above your head, Jasmin. You’re quite the tease, aren’t you baby?” I didn’t have an answer, so I remained quiet. “Do not move your hands from above your head. Tilt your ass back, further baby, yeah, right there.” He positioned me where he wanted me and got to his knees behind me.

  I felt him bite my ass cheek and prayed I could stay still. He kissed the sting away as he moved lower towards my crack. H
e used both of his strong hands and spread my cheeks apart. Without warning his tongue was there. Right there, licking my hole. I squirmed at the foreign feeling.

  Smack. “Don’t move.”

  Holy hell, that stung! He kissed and licked the place he had just spanked before, spreading my cheeks once more. His tongue was back, licking and sucking my virgin flesh. No one had ever touched me there. This time I was prepared and did not move. His tongue went lower and he stabbed his tongue into my sex. I let out a low moan. Fuck, that was good. I was not going to stay still if he continued. As if reading my mind, he doubled his efforts. I tried my hardest not to move while he licked and sucked all around my womanhood. He squeezed and spread my ass cheeks again as he kissed and nibbled all around my rosebud. Just when I thought I was going to get away without another spanking, he flattened his tongue and licked over my hole. I let out a whimper and pushed my ass into his face. That was fucking phenomenal, his rough tongue on that sensitive skin made me want to shove his face onto my ass even harder.

  Smack, Smack, Smack.

  I pushed back, enjoying the sting of his hand on my ass.

  “You like that Jasmin?” He stood up behind me and pulled my ass back tight against his hardness. I pushed back, wanting him inside of me.

  Smack.

  “Do. Not. Move,” he growled as he tipped my ass up and pushed my back down.

  I stood still with my ass throbbing and core aching. I needed him so badly, but I dared not even twitch. My poor ass was going to be sore tomorrow.

  His hand snaked in front of me and he pushed one finger inside of me.

  “So wet baby.”

  He pulled his finger out and it was replaced by the broad head of his dick. I felt him start to push in.

  “Please, Lincoln.” I could not believe my ears. He had me begging again. I never beg for anything, and here I was begging for his dick.

  “You want my dick, Jasmin?” His lips felt so good against my ear has he spoke.

  “Yes, baby, please.”

  Without warning he slammed home. He was so deep this way I wasn’t sure if I could take it. My legs were trembling and I started to lose my balance.

  “This is going to be quick, brace yourself on the wall. Do not let go.”

  He began a hard and punishing pace, pulling out and slamming back in. I was panting and out of breath. So close to climaxing already.

  “I am almost there, baby, hurry up and get there.”

  “I am there, please harder!” I groaned out my answer.

  “That’s it, baby. I can feel your tight wet pussy milking my dick, don’t stop, Jas.”

  “Ohh fuck, Linc.” My body tightened and I saw stars. My head dropped forward and I was done.

  “MINE,” he shouted as he released himself inside of me.

  Chapter Twelve

  Lincoln

  After I got Jasmin out of the shower and into bed she curled right into me and started tracing the tattoos on my chest. I knew the questions were coming about the meaning of my tattoos that sprawled across my chest. Some of them were easy to tell her about. Others I tried to skim over, not wanting to get into details about their morbid meaning. Thankfully she did not push when I gave half assed answers. Her fingers traced over the three Night Jasmin flowers I had tattooed on my left rib just to the side of my heart. My body started tingling just from her touching them; those were the only tattoos she did not ask about. Those three flowers meant more to me than almost any other tattoo on my body; my trident was the only other tattoo that held just as much meaning.

  Once Jasmin finally fell asleep I could not stop staring at her beautiful face. There was just enough moonlight coming in from the windows to make out her features. She looked so small and innocent when she was totally relaxed. So different from the strong, feisty woman she was when she was awake. It was hard to believe this small woman in my arms was actually deadly when awake.

  There was no better feeling than Jasmin’s small body wrapped around mine. It had been two long years getting back to her. Two years dreaming about this very moment. God damn, I had missed this woman every day. My only solace was that she did not remember me. More than likely she never would. She was able to go on with her life, never remembering the pain.

  My inner musings were interrupted by Jasmin’s body twisting and kicking. I felt a hard punch to the side of my jaw.

  What. The. Fuck!

  “STOP, don’t touch him. I’ll fucking gut you. Stop,” Jasmin screamed out in her sleep.

  “Jasmin, baby. Wake up.” I tried to shake her awake.

  “Fuck you, you’ll have to kill me first! Don’t touch him mother fucker!” Her screaming grew louder.

  Shit. She was going to wake up the entire house.

  “JASMIN!” I grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her with such force her shoulders came off the bed.

  She struggled and kicked, trying to buck me off of her. I used my sizable weight to stop her from thrashing around. Mother fucker this woman was strong.

  “Fuck you, I will kill you! Ghost help me!”

  I froze. She had called out my name. Zane confirmed she did not remember the time when she was held captive. What the fuck? She was not supposed to remember.

  I jumped off the bed and scooped her up in my arms, cradling her small body. She kicked and fought but I held her as tight as I could, not wanting her to hurt herself. I sat on the floor with my back against the bed, rocking her body.

  “Sweet Jasmin, wake up baby, you’re safe. I got you, it’s okay now,” I whispered in her ear as I continued to rock her.

  Her screams turned into tears. I kissed the tears as they streamed down her face. Fuck, this was gutting me, my sweet girl still remembered, if only in her dreams. She was not supposed to remember.

  “Lincoln?” Her voice sounded so soft and broken.

  “Yeah, baby.” I kissed the side of her head.

  “Why are we on the floor?” Her eyes tried to focus on me in the darkness.

  I must not have answered fast enough because her body went tight and she lowered her head. “It happened didn’t it? I had a nightmare?” She started to cry again and covered her face. “I am so fucking tired of being weak, I just want to remember. I have to remember.”

  “You’re gonna be okay, I’ve got you sweet Jasmin,” I whispered again.

  I stood up with Jasmin still in my arms and placed her back into bed.

  “Do you want anything, a glass of water?” I asked as I smoothed her hair off of her face.

  “Yes, if you wouldn’t mind.” Her small smile broke my heart.

  I wanted to go back in time and make each and every mother fucker who touched her pay again. Rage was quickly taking over my body. I had to get the fuck out of this room and calm down before I let something slip that I shouldn’t. The last thing she needed to see was me angry after that nightmare. They all should have suffered. Instead their end was painless. A quick slash of their throats was too kind. No pain, no torture, easy.

  “Be right back.” I kissed her forehead and made my way out of the room.

  ***

  I must’ve paced this fucking kitchen a hundred times; I was no closer to composing myself. As a matter of fact, the longer I was away from Jasmin, the more pissed off I got. Visions of those pieces of shit punching Jasmin while she was strung up by her tied arms had my blood boiling. Nightmares! Fuck me, she was having nightmares about a time she was not supposed to remember. God dammit!

  “Are you going to stand in the shadows all night Eric?” I clocked him the moment I stepped foot off the bottom stair.

  “Just thought I’d give you time, brother,” he replied. The normal joking tone was out of his voice.

  “You know she has nightmares?”

  “Hard to miss when we’re out on a mission. But Jas doesn’t share much. She never talks about it and we pretend we don’t hear.” He shook his head.

  “Mother Fuck!” I needed to calm my ass down and get back upstairs to my woman.


  “She good?” Eric took another pull from his beer and stood up, walking into the kitchen where I was still pacing.

  “No, but she will be. You good?” I now saw what Zane was talking about, why he was so worried about Eric. His eyes held nothing but pain, “You know there was not one single, fucking thing you could have done differently. What those animals did is not on you, it never was.”

  “Wish that was true. Glad you’re home, Linc. Go take care of your woman.” He slapped my shoulder.

  “We’re going to have to tell her,” I said to his back as he walked towards the back door.

  “I know.” The door clicked shut behind him.

  I grabbed a bottle of water and headed for the stairs. I needed Jasmin back in my arms I needed to feel that she was alive and safe.

  Opening the door as quietly as I could, I stepped back in the room to find Jasmin sitting up. She was leaning against the head board staring out the big picture windows in front of the bed. I slipped into bed next to and handed her the bottle of water. She took the bottle wordlessly, lost in her own thoughts.

  “What’s going on in that head of yours baby?”

  She blew out a breath and looked at me. The sadness and confusion clearly written all over her beautiful face.

  “I am fucking tired of being weak. Two God damn years and I still cannot remember. I dream about it almost every night. It is right fucking there. I just cannot pull out the memories when I wake up. It feels like… I can’t explain what it feels like. I just need to remember.”

  Fuck, I did not want to have this conversation now. I needed to find a way to shut this shit down quickly. This was neither the time nor the place to tell her, in the early dawn hours when she should be pressed against me enjoying the post sexual bliss. I was not prepared to lose her so soon after I finally got her back in my arms.

  Pulling her down into me, I kissed her with all the passion, lust, and love I had for her. She needed a distraction from all the hurt and memories still plaguing her mind. She kissed me back with the same intensity. I could feel myself lengthening and hardening for her, my need growing by the second. Pushing my hard on onto her stomach she returned my fervor by thrusting her hips forward.