16. Jasmin #2
The team had decided I was going to stay back. As much as it pissed me off, they were right. My head was not in the op and that is how someone gets killed. Sometime earlier today, Garrett got intel that Sonreír had traveled back into Mexico. The guys had to rework their mission, delaying them.
“We will chopper out of here to The Farm, grab our gear, and leave from there. Will you stay here or are you going back to the White House with your uncle and Drew?” he asked.
The Farm was our training facility on the Eastern Shore.
It was hidden away on six hundred acres of old farmland, hence the name.
It was as kick ass as any military training center I had ever used while in the CIA.
It was complete with close quarter combat shoot houses, driving course, and sniper range. It was an operative’s Disneyland.
“I hadn’t thought that far ahead, probably the WH. I can work with Drew.”
“Copy that, goodnight.” Z walked back toward the house.
Before he could leave, I had one more question “Hey, Z. Where has Lincoln been for the last two years? If his cover was burned at the prison, why didn’t he just come back with us stateside?”
“The women. The guard that burned Eric had gone to ground and took a stable of fifteen women with him. Linc knew you would need time to recover, and he could not let fifteen women continue to be trafficked. No one thought it would take two years to find them.”
“He is a good man; he did the right thing,” I whispered, feeling choked up.
“He doesn’t think so; he thinks he abandoned his wife.” He shook his head and walked away.
I walked the perimeter of the property, thinking about the last forty-eight hours of my life.
Two days ago I had no family, now I had an uncle, a husband, a brother, and in-laws I had never met.
I wondered if they knew about me, if Lincoln had told anyone in his family he had a wife.
What if in the last two years we have been separated he had changed his mind and no longer wanted to be my husband?
What if I pushed him too far and now he thought I wasn’t worth the hassle?
I could not accept that. I would just have to fight like hell to get my husband to fall in love with me again.
“Damn, you are sexy! I love watching you rub lotion all over your sexy legs. And, Laura, do not bother getting dressed. You have me so damn hard just from watching you, I need you before we leave.” Lincoln walked over to me, never taking his eyes off mine.
They were full of lust and love and need.
My foot still on the bed from rubbing lotion on my calf, I dared not move.
The towel I was wrapped in was pulled from my body and Lincoln pressed his broad chest against my back.
His face was pressed into my neck as he inhaled.
“Jasmin, you always smell like sweet Jasmin. That smell mixed with your arousal is better than any aphrodisiac. Leave your foot on the bed, wife. I am going to slide my dick in you from behind right after I get a taste of that sweetness.” Lincoln kissed my neck and continued his way up to my ear before whispering, “Are you ready for me, baby?”
My body was on fire just from a few filthy words.
“Yes, Linc, please.” I sounded breathless and whiney.
Lincoln pushed my face down on the bed as far as I could go with my foot still propped on the edge.
He dropped to his knees behind me, biting my ass as he went.
I felt his tongue teasing my entrance, sucking and biting my labia.
I felt his tongue push inside of me just as his thumb put pressure on my tight rosette.
I thought my knees were going to give out as I bucked into his face.
His tongue was torturing my sex, his thumb was in my ass, and he added his fingers on my clit, pinching and pulling hard. Holy hell, that felt so good.
“Please, Linc, baby, I need you inside of me,” I begged. He didn’t stop. I knew he wanted to make me come first, but I wanted to come with him this time.
“Baby,” I tried again.
He still didn’t stop; he continued to eat me like he loved to do. There was one way I could get him to stop, one way that I knew would get him to take us home. One thing that would send him over the edge.
“Baby, I need you. I want to come on your dick, please, Linc.”
That did it. Before I could utter another word, he was up, spinning me around, and I was flat on my back. Hell yes! Without any preamble he slammed his dick home.
“Oh, fuck, Linc!” I screamed.
“Is that what you wanted, Laura? You knew that me hearing those filthy words come out of your sexy little mouth I wouldn’t be able to control myself. Now, baby, I want you to tell me what you want.”
His thrusts were at the perfect angle, hitting that spot inside of me that drove me crazy.
“Just you, Linc, I just want you, baby.” I was getting close. All I needed was him to touch my clit and I would go off .
“Oh, no, baby, you can do better than that. I want to hear you tell me exactly what you want me to do with my dick,” he taunted me and pulled out, only keeping the head inside.
Holy hell, that felt good, too. My head was thrashing from side to side. This man drove me crazy with need.
“Baby, I need you to fuck me, shove me full of your big dick. I need you hard and fast.” Lincoln slammed back into me.
“Oh, shit, Laura.”
“You like that, Linc, huh, baby? You like my tight pussy? Now I want you to take both my tits in your hands and pinch my nipples. Oh, shit, hell yeah, just like that, Linc. Now kiss me. I wanna taste myself on your mouth.” He slammed his mouth down on mine, bruising my lips.
His pace was punishing and my climax was so close to the surface there was no way I could hold off. He broke the kiss and leaned back.
“So damn hot, watching my dick slipping in and out of your pussy. Don’t you come yet.
I want you to squirt all over my dick when you come.
” He changed his angle again. His hard, shallow strokes pounding into my g-spot had me screaming and thrashing.
There was no waiting. I could feel it getting bigger, my whole body started tingling.
Lincoln pinched my clit. “Come, baby, come for me. I want you to gush all over me.”
“Holy shit, Linc, too much, it’s too much.”
“Come now!”
“Stop , don’t touch him! I’ll fucking gut you! Stop!” I screamed.
Zane was handcuffed to a chair and I could not get to him. Stupid fuckers would die for this. I would never give up my country. Z and I were prepared to die right here today before we speak to these assholes.
“Fuck you, you’ll have to kill me first! Don’t touch him, mother fucker!”
When I looked over at Zane, he gave me the code to stay quiet. He knew that us not talking today was going to end in our deaths. I nodded my head back in the affirmative.
My arms felt like they were going to rip off my body. I could no longer feel my hands at all. This asshole in front of me was using me as a punching bag. Blow after blow collided with my body. Every part of me hurt.
“Nooo, Ghost, please help me!”