12. Lincoln #2
Not bothering to answer, I flipped him off. What the fuck was I going to say? That my insides were clawing their way out, that shit was so fucked up and I couldn’t make it right, that I had fallen in love with the one woman who would possibly kill me when she found out our secrets?
“Fuck!” My voice sounded gruff to my own ears, like a bear on the verge of mother fucking death.
“That just about sums it up, son.” I spun around to see Tom leaning his shoulder on the wall, smoking a cigarette, watching me.
How the fuck I missed that was beyond me. I was so caught up in my own head I was missing potential threats.
“You got an extra one?” I nodded toward the lit cigarette.
“Is today the best day to do this? You’re leaving tomorrow on an op,” the president asked as he handed me a smoke.
Flicking my zippo, I lit the cigarette and inhaled deeply, allowing the smoke to fill my lungs. I waited for the moment of relaxation from that first draw, but it never came.
Blowing out the smoke, I answered him. “Good day or not, I will not lie any longer. She will likely shoot my ass, maybe Eric, too.”
“God damn, son, this is a cluster fuck of shit!”
I wanted to scream, ‘no shit, captain obvious’, but I didn’t think the President of the United States would appreciate my humor. So, instead, I said nothing. My mind tried to formulate every possible scenario, each one ended in me losing Jasmin. Fucking Mother Fuck!
“The video is intact?” I asked.
The video in question had been in the president’s personal safe for two years. “Yes, it was viewed last night.”
Thank fuck! That video might be my only saving grace. That video could possibly hold my future.
The kitchen was loud and full of activity when Tom and I entered the house.
My eyes automatically landed on Jasmin. She looked absolutely stunning.
Fresh out of the shower with a just fucked glow still about her.
Even if they did not hear her screams last night, I am sure every man in this house knew the look of a satisfied woman.
My feet were on autopilot. I had only one thing on my mind; getting Jasmin into my arms.
“Mornin’.” I pressed my lips against hers and took her mouth with bruising force.
Fully expecting her to push me away, I was taken aback when she returned my kiss, opening her lips and pushing her tongue in, fighting for dominance.
Fuck that. Fisting her hair, I gave it a hard tug.
She quickly yielded and let me take control.
Not caring who the fuck saw, I deepened the kiss.
The need to remind her who was in control was all consuming.
Someone cleared their throat in the background, reminding me we had an audience that included her uncle. I broke the kiss, planting several small pecks on her lips.
The pretty blush covering the top of her gorgeous tits and face made my dick hard. I was a smug bastard, pleased as shit I could do that to her.
“You two about ready over there? We got shit to do!” Zane hollered.
Fuck him, he was not going to rush me. I was going to enjoy my woman before I had to feel her wrath .
“Where are Leo, Drew, Jaxon, and Colin?” Jasmin asked, noting their departure.
“Perimeter.” Zane’s terse answer alerted Jasmin to the thick tension in the room.
This is not how I wanted to start this conversation. I didn’t know how in the hell to start it. I just knew that putting her on high alert was the wrong move.
Zane was in one of his girly menstruation bitch moods; this was not what I fucking needed to deal with right now. “You need a Kotex, brother?” I sneered.
“No, but you will when I am done ripping you a new asshole, dickhead,” Zane replied in equal irritation.
“You wanna talk about this in private?” I did not want to have to beat the shit out of my own flesh and blood in front of company.
“You shouldn’t have gone there, Linc.” God damn, he could not keep his damn mouth shut.
“You do not tell me how to handle my woman. Fuck you!” I roared.
This had gone straight to hell fast. I had to lock this shit down before I said something I could not take back, something that sent Jasmin running before I could explain.
“The fuck you say?” Jasmin scoffed, the once pretty blush on her face turned into red hot anger .
Zane and I stared at each other, not sure which one of us she was talking to. Thinking it was best to keep my mouth shut, I clamped my lips and walked away. Fuck, shit, and damn. I needed her calm to hear what we were about to tell her.
“Jas, there’s some shit we have to discus,” Eric stated, using a coaxing voice.
Wrong fucking thing to do. Jasmin looked like she was keyed up and ready to go to blows with Eric now, too.
“Really, ya’ don’t think? What’s with the patronizing voice?” Shaking her head, she rounded the couch and sat down.
Good, she would need to be sitting when she heard this. The time for my reckoning was here. I could no longer put it off. My normal cocky attitude was full of self-doubt. Fuck it. I just had to rip it off like a Band-Aid. Fast and painless.
“I have to tell you about what really happened in Russia.”