Masters & Lovers Box Set Three

Chapter 40

“Put your things in there. It’s the guest room.” He eyes the holdall she is carrying. “Is that all you have?”

“Yes. Max had them pick up some of my things, but I couldn’t carry much from the hotel.”

“Give me your keys and your address. Tell me what you want. Make a list. I’ll pick it up for you.”

She jots down…

… For the long term…

… Never going back…

… Clothes and personal items, a box she keeps containing bank books, tax records and similar, her client records and diaries, a few precious books. A cookie jar she uses for handy cash.

Frank scans the list. “Sure that’s all?”

“It’s fine. I won’t stay with you longer than I have to.”

*****

“I’ve brought back what I could, Mitch, but I couldn’t find all of it.” Frank dumps a suitcase containing clothes by the bed, then another. Your books are still in the car, but I couldn’t put hands on those records you were talking about. Or the cash.”

Wide-eyed, she chews a lip. “But… but they must be there…”

“Weren’t. I looked high and low. They’re not in there.”

She looks at her feet. “The police must have taken them.” She swipes a hand through her hair. “Never mind. I’ll go to the bank. Draw out some cash.”

“There’s one just down the road. I’ll drive you.”

*****

“What do you mean? I can’t have it? It’s my money. That’s my ID there…” Mitch pushes her driving licence under the counter at the teller.

“I’m sorry madam, but the account is locked. There’s nothing I can do about it.”

“Let me talk to the manager.”

“I’ll see if he’s available, but these matters are handled by headquarters.”

*****

“Any luck?” Frank pushes a mug to her. “It’s peppermint tea. I know you like it. I got some in for you.”

“Thank you.” Subdued, she sips. “No. No luck. All they would say is that my account is frozen.” She raises liquid green eyes. “What am I going to do? I’ve no money…”

He sits by her, lays a hand on her thigh. “You’ll get it back when it goes through the courts, Mitch.”

“Frank, don’t you see? I don’t dare do that. Someone is trying to frame me. Someone has framed me. Someone with police connections. My lawyer’s already been murdered. What kind of people d’you think these are?”

His voice is flippant. “You can earn more money, Mitch.”

He doesn’t believe her…

Not really…

Not deep down…

“How? I can't show my face. Frank, I’ve got to get away from here.” Pressing fingers to her forehead, “Christ, I’m painted into a corner. I’ve no money. I can’t work. If I moved away, I’ve nothing for a down-payment on a new place…”

“Hey, Mitch. Calm down.” He tightens his hold on the thigh. “You’ve got me. Stay as long as you want.”

“Frank, I can’t pay rent or housekeeping or anything…”

He smacks a kiss onto her forehead. “Don’t worry about that. There’s more than one way of paying rent isn’t there?” She turns to meet him full in the face. “And besides…” He waggles a finger at the silver butterfly hanging around her neck. “… You’re still wearing it. So, Larry or no Larry, you must like me, eh?” He slips an arm right around her, curving around spine and ribs to settle on a breast, giving it a squeeze. “What d’you say?”

What choice does she have?

Slumping, eyes brimming, Mitch turns to look the other way. Slowly, and for the first time in her life, feeling like a whore, “Alright, Frank. I’ll stay.”

*****

 

James

Rain lashes sideways onto the windows.

Roll on Spring.

Is this blasted weather never going to end?

But I’m warm and comfortable; naked next to my dozing Jade-Eyes, her body heat percolating to me. And beyond her…

Where’s Michael?

Got up early…?

howls a complaint, rattling glass and the lashing of

Sleet?

get

Much better here…

blather of the weather, I hear the hiss

of red hair lying

How is she now?

Over the shock?

at least

stroke over the curve of a

look much

This time I follow it

settling on

“Good morning. Slept well?”

“I did yes.”

line of her jaw with a thumbnail. And, how are you? How are

as it penetrates what I am actually asking. Then the smile curves up a little more. She palms my hand into hers, pulling it to her mouth, kissing the fingers. “I'll live.” She turns serious, her face softening. “And,

stabs through me and my

Georgie…

smile onto my face; keep my words soft.

Jade…

her back

Beyond rubies…

releases my hand, trailing fingers over my shoulders and neck, running into my hair. The sensation skitters over me, popping

would you like,

I draw my hand over one lovely breast, thumbing at the rosy nipple; perking it

her. The breath rattles from her lips, her hips quivering

Her beautiful submission…

“Open your legs.”

eyes never leaving mine, she does so. Spreading herself, feet flat to the blankets, her hips raised in the way she knows I enjoy. Quickly, I push a pillow

to me. My cock throbs a rhythm, but there’s no hurry. In a while, I’ll get inside, but just now, I’m happy to lie beside her, letting my hands

the swell of first one, then the other breast. Heading south, I brush over creamy-pale skin and her taut, flat belly to

are

“Look at me, Charlotte.”

open, and irises, vivid and verdant as a tropical forest, turn to

hip and thigh, the softest and most sensitive of skin, my merest touch and movement brings her

“Look at me…”

tide of rose flushing over

over warm labia, my finger pads vibrate with the quiver that echoes through her flesh. An impulse tells me to probe, to

lips, then the delicate skin of her inner thighs, then back again. My fingertips are growing wet, and as I continue, she heats and unfurls. And

firm muscle

Soon…

… but not yet…

and tantalising. Curling my palm over her entrance, she’s flowing freely now, and I penetrate with

escapes her throat. Again, her eyes

“Look at me.”

obeys, her breath coming in short spurts, breasts vibrating with her heartbeat,

circling her inside, spiralling within, stretching

palm. I press in. Another finger and another, splaying my fingers. Her moans grow urgent, then turn to wails as I press my

is

“You can’t come yet.”

lips peel back, air whistling

for a change of

around. Shifting the pillow to support her head, I tug her forward until her

pussy is cherry against cream, the puffy flesh glistening. Mouthing at her thighs, I lap away the honey coating her skin then Aaahhh… heated air

She convulses: ‘Oh, God….”

You may not come yet.” Then I pump her again with a couple

face straining

yourself.” Opening her mouth, she sucks at the fingers.

makes a vee. “Taste of? I

inside her again, I recoat index and middle fingers in her juices, then offer them back to her mouth. “Taste yourself, then tell me

in thought. “It’s a

I taste when I drink from your pussy, which is what

her head drops back to

your legs wider. You can rest on my shoulders.” Her weight presses through the soles and as I drop

Master.” But

come before I give you

runs through her again, but she lapses into silence save for the sound

to take

her into a

Let’s see…

He raises a finger to his lips as, taking a seat,

pelvis rises. But I pin her, a hand pressed hard inside each thigh, fixing her position as she tries to writhe, I lap

piquant taste and the slight resistance of her flesh against mine. She wails, hips jolting, and her

You may

“Master… I can’t…”

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