9. Jasmin
Jasmin
I closed my eyes for a moment as I savored the peace and the back and forth motion of the helicopter.
I wished I could start this day over. Go back to the beginning and call in sick.
Better yet, back to last night and my original thought to quit so I wouldn’t have to face Linc once my mortification set in knowing he heard me touching myself.
I felt my face begin to heat, remembering what he said to me in the parking garage.
I believe his words were, ‘I will take, and touch, and lick every single inch of your tight little body. Your little pussy will ache so badly you’ll beg me to fuck you.
’ Yes, those were his exact words; I had committed them to memory.
Men think they are the only ones with a ‘spank bank’.
They are not. I would be using that statement later when I closed my eyes and…
. ST OP. Full stop! What the fuck was I doing?
I was in a helicopter with the President of the United States and my team and what was I doing…
thinking of masturbating while thinking about Mr. DDG.
Lincoln Parker, his name is Lincoln fucking Parker. I have to stop fantasizing about him.
I opened my eyes and found myself staring straight into Linc’s glowing green eyes. He knew what I was thinking about, which only made my face redder and the smirk on that handsome face twitched. Shit and Damn! I flipped him the finger and looked out the cabin window.
The headset crackled to life and the pilot gave us a two minute warning.
I studied the landscape outside, trying to ascertain where we were.
We had only been in the air approximately twenty minutes, heading southeast, crossing over the Chesapeake Bay.
My best guess we would land in Claiborne or head further South to Tilghman Island.
We passed over the beautiful mansions on the coast of the Bay.
Each one seemed bigger and more beautiful.
I wondered who lived in them and if the occupants ever actually saw each other.
Growing up, my dad and I lived in a middle class neighborhood with older well-kept homes.
We were not poor, nor did we have a lot of extra money.
My dad always made sure I had what I needed.
He would always tell me, “Laura, I will give you everything you need, very little of what you want, and you will work for the rest.” I have never forgotten the lessons he taught me. God damn, I miss that man.
I was pulled out of my musing by the loud whine of the rotor blades preparing to land. Once again, I tried to gauge where we were. It looked like we had made it down to Tilghman Island.
The president and his agent exited first, followed by Zane and the rest of the team.
Before I could step off, Linc was in front of me, he grabbed me around the waist, and lifted me out of the helicopter.
I should’ve kicked him in his balls for being a misogynist pig, however, I was too mesmerized by the way his biceps flexed.
Immediately, visions of me on his lap riding him while his muscles flexed as he lifted me up and down on his dick overloaded my senses.
He let my body slide down his; I closed my eyes, inhaling his fresh manly scent.
I sent up a silent thank you I was wearing my vest and Linc would not be able to see my nipples tightening at the smell and feel of him.
He was not as lucky. I could feel his hardness press against my stomach.
A moan might have escaped my lips at the feel of him.
“You smell so fucking good, sweet Jasmin. I can still remember your taste on my tongue. I will not wait much longer; you are mine,” Linc growled into my ear. “I am giving you fair warning, the next time you turn me on when there is nothing I can do about it, I will spank that pretty ass.”
I think I had a mini orgasm again. Why was the thought of him spanking me such a turn on? Why hadn’t I kicked him in his balls yet? That was two times in as many minutes he had deserved castration, yet I just stared at him like an asshole.
“Stop touching me! If you try and spank me, so help me God, Lincoln, I will throat punch you,” I growled back at him.
“Fuck, you turn me on,” Linc whispered back in my ear.
“Move.” I pushed past Linc and walked toward the house.
I took in the beautiful two story log cabin home.
It was spectacular. The entire back of the house was made up of huge windows leading up to a peaked A-frame roof line.
The exterior was cherry finished logs with river rock accents.
The cabin was surrounded by water on three sides.
Tall Aspen and Birch trees were scattered all around the property, providing privacy.
The lawn was freshly mowed and the landscaping impeccable.
Someone went to great lengths to care for this home .
I followed the team in through the back of the house, praying to all things holy they did not witness my little interlude with Linc.
Of course, I couldn’t get so lucky; my team was staring at me like I had grown two heads and giving Linc the laser death stare.
Just freaking great, how damn embarrassing.
All thoughts of him vanished when I finished walking into the cabin.
It was perfect; there was no other way to describe it.
I stood in the open great room and took it all in.
To my right was the kitchen with a view of the bay from the cooktop in the island and breakfast nook both.
A glass enclosed dining room was just past the kitchen.
To my left was a library room with floor-to-ceiling books, two leather chairs, and a billiards table.
Directly in front of me was a huge open living area with two couches, four leather chairs, and a river rock fireplace that must have been six feet wide.
The hearth was huge, a spectacular wood carved mantel sat above the firebox opening.
I was in heaven. I looked up to see the loft area above and open doors that presumably went to bedrooms.
The team had situated in the great room. Z and the president were absent from the group.
“Pretty bad ass place,” I said as I approached the guys.
“Hell, yeah!” Colin replied.
“Shit, I could get used to this,” Jax added .
“So who am I going to school tonight at the pool table?” Leo asked.
“Not me, asshole, you sharked my ass out of a fifty last time I played you,” Drew told Leo.
“Not my fault you were paying more attention to your woman’s ass than the balls,” Leo volleyed.
“I cannot blame him. Julie’s ass is way better than your balls, Leo.” Jax prepared for the punch in the bicep from Drew for that remark.
The punch never came, as the president and Zane walked into the room. The jack assery ended and everyone had their game face on. It was time to work and find out what the fuck was so important that we went black.
Colin grabbed my arm as I tried to move to one of the couches. “Don’t think we missed that shit outside. That will be discussed later.” He spoke close to my ear.
“There is nothing to talk about.” I rolled my eyes as I walked past him.
The president stood before us; his suit jacket off, tie loosened around his neck, top button undone, and sleeves cuffed up to his forearms. He looked relaxed and composed but there was something off when his eyes landed on me.
“Thank you all for coming on short notice. Zane told me he gave all of you the option to abort and stay behind, yet none of you did. I am in your debt. This is personal in nature for me as well as a matter of national security.” The president paused for a moment and looked at me with a look that could only be described as guilt.
“I am going to make this as short as I can. First, I want to introduce you all to Gerard. He is my personal bodyguard. The White House, staff, and the rest of my agents believe I am headed to Camp David with Gerard for some rest for the weekend. Gerard has been vetted and is trusted. Zane has his file for you all to go over, nothing has been redacted. I would never expect any of you to speak freely or trust anyone you have yet to verify. Zane has looked over his file himself and certified it.”
“I’m good,” Zane offered.
The team echoed Zane’s response. If Zane certified the information and trusted this Gerard guy, then it was good enough for the team. A movement to my left caught my attention; Linc was stretching his bad shoulder and I caught his eye and he gave me a tight smile. What the hell was with everyone?
“I’ll get to it then. Ya’ll better sit down.
I’m just going to skip all the preliminaries and get to it.
There is no time to waste,” the president directed.
He blew out a breath and then blew my mind.
“And, frankly, I am tired of hiding. Jasmin, I am your uncle. Your mother, Erin, was my sister. She met your father, Robert, when we served together, first as Navy Intelligence, then when we worked under the director while at the CIA.”
When the president, my uncle, stopped talking, my whole fucking world was spinning.
“Excuse me, what did you say?” I asked. I needed verification; all the sex thoughts of Linc might have muddled my brain.
“Jasmin, dear, I want you to know that I wanted to take you after your parents died. That is not what they wanted and I respected that. Your parents wanted Noah to raise you. He was a good man, one of the best men I had the pleasure of serving with,” my uncle informed me.
If I thought my world was spinning before, it was now tilting off its axis. My vision was blurring and I had reached a whole new level of enraged. I had been lied to my whole fucking life. My head was pounding. Another headache was fast approaching. Shit and damn. I could not stop it.
“The fuck you say?” I screamed.