Chapter 25 Jasmine
JASMINE
I couldn’t watch my home be raided again.
I felt sick to my stomach. I knew I was going to puke, and while it felt good to be in Ghost’s protective hold, I didn’t want to vomit on him.
I wasn’t sure how I found the strength to push out of his grasp, but when I went tumbling to the floor, I scrambled.
My feet shuffled beneath me like a goddamn cartoon before I rushed through the door that I knew led to the bathroom.
I sniffled and whimpered as I dropped to my knees. I flipped down the lid of the toilet, and almost immediately, the beautiful breakfast that I ate came up my throat.
Puking up eggs was no fun, that much was for certain.
I felt his hands on my back. In my hair. Soon my hair was pulled back as the coffee came spewing out through my nose. I whimpered. I sputtered. I looked like a fucking mess. And every single time I tried taking in a breath, my stomach overrode my lungs and more came up.
The pineapple, especially, fought its way up my throat.
“It’s okay, I’ve gotcha,” Ghost muttered.
“CHURCH IN AN HOUR! RANGER!” Cap bellowed in the distance.
I felt something cool against the nape of my neck, and it gave me a moment to breathe.
“I—I don’t—I can’t—it’s—this is—”
Another round of gagging and vomiting cut off my stuttered sentence.
“Shhh, don’t talk,” Ghost said softly as he wiped the cool washcloth against the nape of my neck. He blew softly, and it seemed to calm my stomach a bit so that I could draw in a deep breath. “Just focus on the sound of my voice.”
“Gee,” I whimpered out.
“AND GET ME THAT FUCKING LAPTOP WHEN YOU’RE DONE, RANGE!” Cap exclaimed in the background.
“I’ve got you,” he whispered as he wrapped his hand around and used the washcloth to clean off my face a bit. “I can’t imagine what you’re going through right now, but you’re not there. You’re safe here, you have my word.”
It wasn’t about safety. It was about the only place I ever really called home no longer feeling like home.
I grew up without a home. I mean, I lived with my dad, sure.
But that wasn’t a home. I created one for myself in that little studio apartment.
A little slice of heaven, where I didn’t have the fanciest things, but I had the things that brought me joy.
It was all gone.
And people kept trampling all over it like I hadn’t poured my blood, sweat, and tears into that place.
“I’m never gonna get out of debt,” I sniveled out before another round of nausea overtook me.
“Ssshhh,” Ghost shushed softly as he rubbed his hand up and down my back.
“WE NEED FRESH EYES ON THAT LAW FIRM! WHO’S MAKING THE TRIP!?” Cap exclaimed in the background.
My body shivered as I grasped the toilet for dear life. “I’ll never have a good life. I’ll never have a home. I can’t even climb out of debt. This job… I should’ve known… I… the money they pay me… I’ll…”
The gagging stopped me in my tracks, and before I knew it, the bread and butter came up in nothing but an acidic ball.
Like my body didn’t even try to digest it.
“Just focus on your body for now,” Ghost whispered as he pressed a kiss to the back of my head. “One thing at a time.”
I heard Cap’s voice thunder in the distance again, but I didn’t know what he said. I whimpered when Ghost moved away from me, and then I heard the click of the door.
The turn of the lock.
All of the chaotic sounds beyond the bathroom were muffled.
“There, that should be better,” he mumbled as he knelt down next to me. “Can you look at me, Jaz?”
I felt pale as I slowly turned my tired eyes to face him, my cheek pressed against the cool surface of the toilet seat. “Yeah?”
He reached up and smoothed a loose piece of hair away from my forehead. “Hey there.”
I burped, and the taste was awful. I grimaced before my head turned back into the toilet, and another round of gagging involved nothing but bile screaming up my throat.
It hurt like hell.
“Gee,” I whimpered as I spit it out into the toilet.
I felt him move again, away from me, and the tears started out. How in the hell I had come to depend on him so much, I wasn’t sure. But when I heard the shower start up, my body relaxed.
A shower.
A nice, hot shower.
Where I could scrub all of this off my body.
That’s what I needed.
“Come on, little firefly,” he said as he helped me to my feet. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
The steam was already clouded the room as he helped me out of my clothes. I lived in camisoles and sweatpants, even in the summertime. Though fall was just around the corner, and I couldn’t wait.
I wondered if any of my baggy sweaters were ruined by those men in my apartment.
The thought made my eyes water.
“Come on, I gotcha,” Ghost muttered as his hand fell to the small of my back.
The naked small of my back.
I wasn’t really aware of him getting me out of my clothes.
All I knew was the solid pelting of the hot water as it battered down against my skin.
The instant I stepped into the shower with him behind me, I tilted my head up toward the ceiling.
I allowed the hot water to pelt the nastiness of the vomit off my face.
I did my best to stomach what my life had become.
“You’re doing so well for me, little firefly,” Ghost said.
I felt something rubbing up and down my back.
“What’s that?” I croaked out.
“Just a washcloth with some soap. Hold still for me, firefly.”
I smiled softly at the nickname.
He washed my backside down, from my neck to my heels, before he turned me to face him. That was when I realized he was still in his clothes, and I couldn’t help but giggle.
“I figured you showered with your mask on,” I said as he wiped at my face, “but I didn’t figure you for a man who showered with all of his clothes on.”
His chuckle filled the empty parts of me. “Can’t have you all distracted while I’m trying to take care of you.”
“Oh like you’re not distracted right now? Men can barely function when a pair of tits are on display.”
“So I have permission to stare at you like a drooling dog?”
My eyes slid open at that comment and I looked up, watching him watch me like a hawk. His eyes didn’t roam over my body. He didn’t drink in my nakedness like I’m sure most men would have done. He just kept those eyes attached to my face.
“You’re telling me you don’t want to?” I asked.
He just shook his head. “I’d have you naked and on display all day, every day if you’d let me.”
My cheeks burned with a blush. “Yeah?”
He nodded as he gripped my chin and used the washcloth to clean off the rest of my puke-stained face. “Yeah.”
“Oh.”
We were silent for a while as he washed down the front of me.
My nipples pebbled when he lifted my heavy breasts to clean beneath them.
He didn’t fondle. He didn’t squeeze. He lifted my arms and washed the prickly hairs underneath.
He spread my legs and cleaned the bikini crevices of my thick thighs, but never once allowed his hands to wander to other places.
He even swiped the washcloth against my pussy, dipping a finger in long enough to see that the fold itself was washed.
It shot an aching heat through my body before he stood.
“I just wish I could forget,” I whispered from out of nowhere.
He came back into my vision before dropping a masked kiss to my bare shoulder. “I’ve got a way to distract you.”
I snickered softly. “Oh so this is where we insert the sex jo—oh.”
He dropped to his knees almost instantly and picked up one of my legs.
I didn’t even have time to process what he was doing before he slid it over his shoulder.
I peered down at him, watching as his eyes devoured my pussy that I always thought was just a little too big, even for my size.
For whatever the reason, I really seemed to hold some of my weight there.
“Close your eyes,” he said.
I tilted my face up to the ceiling and closed my eyes before I felt his mouth on me.
And when his tongue swiped in between my folds, my head fell forward.
“Now, open.”
His command caught me by surprise. I furrowed my brow before I inched one eye open, keeping the other one tightly closed. But when I saw him between my legs using my thick pussy as his mask, I felt his tongue brush against my entrance.
His nose tickled my clit.
“Oh fuck,” I said breathlessly as my hands flew to his hair.
“I think I found me a new mask,” he muttered, the vibrations of his voice causing my pussy to tingle with glee.
His nose nuzzled my clit again.
“Jesus,” I said breathlessly as my head tilted back toward the ceiling.
“Hey, if that’s the nickname you wanna use,” he murmured before his long tongue laved against my pussy.
I didn’t dare look down at his uncovered face.
I didn’t dare breach his boundary.
But fucking hell, I wanted to see his face up close and personal.
Not just feel it.
“Ghost,” I whimpered out as his lips locked around my clit.
He hummed as he nuzzled his face deep into my cunt. I leaned forward, my hands pressing against the shower wall as I ground my hips against him. He growled as he lapped me up like a hungry dog ready for his next meal. And he was right.
My brain went blank as his tongue went to work.
“Ghost. Ghost. Ghost. Ghost.”
I rolled my hips to the timing of his name falling from my lips. The anxiety and hopelessness in my brain sizzled out when I felt one of his fingers at my entrance. Wetness bloomed for him in between my thighs as he inserted a finger and crooked it.
I knew what he was trying to do.
“Oh God,” I choked out.
“Theeeere it is,” he growled.
He suckled on my clit and massaged that weak spot inside of me that I swore only my dildo could find. Somehow he managed to get us turned around, and my head had the ability to fall back against the shower wall. I rocked against him, his tongue leaving trails of heat all over my pussy.
I felt something extending back toward my asshole.
“Ghost?” I asked breathlessly. “I-I-I-I—”
“Sssshhh,” he hushed against my pussy as his finger dipped in between my ass cheeks. “Just trust me.”