6
One instant, I am deeply asleep in my suite at the lodge, and the next, I am wide awake and sitting up alert. The sound of my cell phone yanked me from a dream. A very good one if I am not mistaken, and the aroused feeling of my body makes me think it was. Unfortunately, the details whisk away like fingers of smoke, and only the faintest hint of a blonde’s warm smile leaves me with a fleeting image of Lila. With a shake of my head, I force that idea away. Even if I am turned on, because in my fantasy, I am touching the woman who I am charged to protect, entertaining those thoughts is incredibly wrong. She is counting on me, as is Zena, and perhaps all the billionaires in the club. My desiring Lila is an unfortunate distraction. One which will pass, if only because it must if this assignment is going be successful. Until I determine how best to explain the situation to Zena, I will remain at my post. The decision means any emotions, particularly desire, must be locked away.
Again, my phone chimes beside me, and I blink, realizing I still need to answer it. Just another reminder that thoughts of Lila are incredibly distracting. Grabbing it from the nightstand, not looking at the number, I connect the call. “Jael here,” I growl, frustrated at everything.
“Jael, where are you?” a woman's voice coos, and I realize it is Alma looking for me. She is unaware of the time difference that now exists between her location and mine. I squeeze my eyes closed, kicking myself for picking up without checking the number. This is the last thing I need right now. Just hanging up occurs to me, but I am simply too considerate to do something so mean.
“France,” is my one-word answer. She doesn’t need to know more details than that.
“France?” The disappointment is clear in her voice. “But I need you here.” I force myself not to react to her selfish tone. This is simply the type of woman she is, and I knew it from the start. It’s not her fault I put up with it all that time. Waiting to see what more she wants, I don’t bother responding to her statement. “He’s still not home,” she continues, as if the fact I am in another country doesn’t matter. “And I am desperate for you to fuck me.”
An unbidden stirring low on my body makes me grit my teeth. As much as I don’t want to feel it, her words turn me on, and temptation flames through me. The dream from a moment before has me aroused already. Now the husky sound of Alma's wanting voice adds to my need for release. “Even if I wanted to, I’m here. It’s not possible,” I explain through clenched teeth.
“Then, tell me what you would do to me if you were here,” she says in a sultry voice laced with a touch of desperation, and I suck in a breath, heat building in me. It would be so easy, and there would be no harm in releasing some of my sexual frustration on a willing partner. I lick my lips.
“What are you wearing?” I whisper as if trying to hide my weakness over giving into my carnal need.
“Only my panties,” she breathes. “The baby blue ones you like so much. Here on my bed, waiting for you.”
Fuck. The image of her full breasts, dark nipples erect, bare thighs, the faint stain of her wetness showing through the fabric. “Turn over,” I demand and am rewarded with a moan of excitement over the phone.
“Whatever you want,” she replies. “I’ll be on my hands and knees for you. So you can take me any way you want.”
“Yes,” I breathe, my own voice low and husky now. I want her to feel me, even if I’m miles away. “Do you know what I’m about to do to you?”
“Oh God,” she whimpers. “Are you going to fuck me from behind?”
“I am,” I murmur. “Pull your panties to the side and touch your clit, and know it is my hand there on you. Rub it with two fingers. Do you remember how my touch feels?”
“Yes, oh yes,” she cries out. “Your hand touching me. I am so wet. So swollen.”
“Faster. Circle faster. I am teasing you, waiting before I slide inside, to feel how tight you are. Spreading you with my thrust.”
A small scream of pleasure is my reward and unable to help myself, I slide my hand down inside the gray cotton sweatpants I am wearing to touch my own aching clit. Like I know Alma is from our times together, I am incredibly wet. Running a finger over myself makes me buck my hips in response. The image of me poised behind where she waits on hands and knees, her firm backside lifted and waiting, makes me moan. “Now, I’m going to fuck you. Are you ready?”
“Yes,” she almost begs.
My entire body shakes at the sound of her want for me. “Slide your fingers inside. Feel them filling you.”
“Oh God. That feels so good.”
I rub myself harder, faster. It won’t take long for me to climax, but first I want to hear Alma come over the phone. “Start to fuck your pussy,” I order her. Another cry of pleasure from her throat lets me know she is doing everything I command, and a sense of power runs through me. “Faster. Slide in and out. Over and over.”
“Oh God,” she repeats, and I know from experience the panting tone in her voice means she is close to a climax.
“Do not come until I allow it,” I growl. The control I have over her is enough to make the wave of my own orgasm start to crest. My anger at her deception adds an edge to the need I feel to make her ache for release. “Listen to me as I come in your ear, Alma. You love the sound of it, and I want you to remember I am no longer yours to play with.”
“Jael,” she whimpers. “I need you. Please—oh God, I want to come so bad. You always feel so good inside me, fucking me so fast.” It is enough, and with a growl of intense pleasure, a climax roars through me.
“I’m coming,” I moan. “You’re making me come while I imagine fucking you hard. Now beg to come with me.”
“Please. Please let me come.”
“Now,” is all I need to say, and I hear a scream of release over the line. The sound of her is enough to make me feel a second orgasm coming over me, too. My hypersensitive clit throbs as I never stop fingering it and while Alma cries over and over, I come again. The intense pleasure leaves me breathless, and for a minute, we both breathe heavily in each other's ear.
“No one makes me come like you do,” Alma whispers, sadness in her voice. She accepts this is the last time, and there is a tug of regret in my own heart. The woman is truly a fantastic sexual partner.
“Goodbye,” I say.
“Goodbye, Jael.” The line goes dead, and I drop the phone to my chest where my heart still races. I have no regrets. That release is what I needed to help clear my head and letting sleep come, a smile crosses my face.
Nearly under, a different kind of scream slices into my consciousness. It comes from outside of my room. Across the hall? Lila! I leap from the bed, grabbing my handgun from the drawer of the nightstand. Moving through my suite to the hallway door, I stop and listen. I hear nothing. The scream could have been a figment of my imagination. I was less than half-awake when it came to me. Still, if Lila is in trouble… I slowly open the door and am surprised to find Lila in the doorway, dressed in only a thigh-length, soft pink and white lace nightgown. Fear sparks in her eyes, and she steps forward without a word, pressing her body against me as she slides her arms around my waist. Burying her face in my shoulder, I feel her trembling and instinctively wrap my arms around her. For a moment I register my role is only to protect, but the need to comfort her overwhelms me. The feel of her so tight against me, the thin fabric masking nothing of her nakedness beneath. A heat runs through me, and I suck in a breath. Even in this moment of possible danger, a desire burns in me.