Silky thongs and lacy bras in all colors. He selected several and pulled them out along with two pairs of boy short underwear cut high along the butt. Holding them to his nose, he inhaled and then rubbed them over his body. Every time he saw her now he’d picture her wearing silk and know he had touched them, held them to him, rubbed his shaft until he came again and again with them. He lay back and began, using an almost transparent blue pair wrapped around the length of him, while the music played and his body hummed. He pictured her tied down and helpless, waiting for his attention after the others had beaten Calhoun into a bloody mess. Maybe he’d take her right there by the body. He’d take his time, making her pay for that kiss in the park. Tonight was going to be perfect. His body arched, his h*ps jerked, and he watched with satisfaction as he sprayed his cum all over her sheets and underwear.
Chapter 9
“You haven’t said a single word all the way home,” Jess said. “I thought we were going to talk.”
“Not in the car.” Saber knew she sounded clipped, but she couldn’t help it. She wanted to believe in him, but betrayal in her business was a way of life. It would be like Whitney to engineer a way to make her fall in love so she could see how futile it would be for someone like her to try to have a life.
Jess glanced at her as he pulled the van into the garage. She held herself stiff-away from him-as though if he touched her she might break. So he didn’t, although it was hard to fight his instincts. He turned off the car and sent word. We’re in for the night. Saber isn’t going to be going to work. I’ll have her call the station and take a sick day. Thanks, everyone.
They sat in the dark when he switched off the lights. Saber sighed and took the plunge. “I know once Whitney decides he wants you, there’s no way to fight him. He has so much power, so much money, and all the newest gadgets available to him. He has research centers set up all over and if one place is discovered, he just moves on to the next. If I don’t keep running, I’m vulnerable.”
“They took one down just recently. He isn’t untouchable, Saber.”
“Yes, he is. None of us exist, Jesse. If he wants us dead, we’re dead and no one’s the wiser. He’s building an army and he’s got tentacles everywhere. We’ll never be safe, either one of us. I know how easy it is to kill someone.” She glanced around the large garage uneasily. “I don’t want to talk out here.”
“Even if he got a bug inside, the frequency would be jammed.” It wasn’t that she looked scared, more…defeated. Whitney had been the one constant adult in her life and he seemed all-powerful to her. “Come on. I’ll give you a ride into the house.” He knew he shouldn’t have offered, she wasn’t ready yet to trust him all the way, but she looked vulnerable and fragile and he wanted-no, needed-to comfort her.
Saber opened the passenger door as he hit the lift button, choosing instead to hop out on her side. The moment her feet hit the ground, she knew they were in trouble.
Jesse! She couldn’t help the warning, even as it occurred to her he’d sprung a trap. There were no witnesses to see her taken. She’d been stupid. So stupid. She wanted to believe him so much she’d just gone quietly back to the house, and now she was trapped in a small space with no help.
Three men. They were big too. They emerged from the shadows, grinning like apes, standing shoulder to shoulder, menacingly, silently. Just their silence was a threat. The huge, ham-like fists were opening and closing as they slowly spread out. She heard movement behind her and knew she was trapped between the men and the van.
How many, baby?
His voice was calm, reassuring, and it steadied her because he was on her side-there had been no betrayal. She was trained to hear, to feel the rhythm in people, and she knew a lie when she heard one. Jess wasn’t lying. He was fighting with her and he was in a wheelchair. She couldn’t just escape. She had to win, to defeat. No one could be left standing to get to Jess.
Three in front, one behind me. She had to get to Jess and protect him. They would hear the lift as he lowered it to get himself out of the van. Take the van out of here, call for help. Your team has to still be close.
Are you out of your mind? I’m not leaving you. I’m coming out.
He just had to be a hero. It would make it more difficult to fight, trying to protect him while she fought her way free, but she recognized that there was no arguing with him. And the men were moving in on her. Wait. I’m going under the van and out the back. Don’t draw their attention until I’m there.
Without waiting for an answer, she dove beneath the undercarriage, rolling toward the back of the van. She was small enough to fit without sacrificing an arm or leg as she rolled between the tires and back out into the open. I’m clear.
The lift made noise, and it took time. One man burst around the side of the van and she drove her fist into his throat, effectively clotheslining him so that he went down hard, his body hitting with enough of a thud that she knew he was dead. So much for never killing again.
She kept running, right at the second man. He was braced for her, so she planted her foot on the side of the van and raced up and over his head, to jump kick the third man right in the temple. She aimed accurately, using her forward momentum to double the force of the blow. She felt rather than heard his skull fracture and he was down even before she landed on the ground.
The second man spun back toward her, one beefy arm reaching for her. She stayed in motion, rolling across the hood of her car to put the vehicle between her and her attacker. They aren’t enhanced.
Jess burst from the van, thrusting hard on the wheels, accelerating off the lift and whipping the chair around to put himself between Saber and the threat to her. Get behind me. The other one is coming around.
Was he kidding? Did he really think he could fight two huge men from his wheelchair? Saber shook her head. The element of surprise was gone with two dead men on the floor. Their friends weren’t going to be so gentle with her. She needed to draw them away from Jess.
“What do you want?” she demanded. “We don’t have any money.”
“Bitch. You killed Charlie.”
“He ran into my fist.”
“You kicked him in the head,” the man protested.
“Sorry, wrong one.” She edged her way around her car, keeping him in her sight while she checked on Jess. “It was the other one who ran into my fist.”
“I’m supposed to pound the cripple, before we have a little fun with you.” He whipped out a camcorder. “He wants a sweet little video made.” The smile faded a little. “How old are you?”