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…?

complaint, rattling glass and the lashing of the rain

Sleet?

get up

Much better here…

over the blather of the weather, I hear the hiss of the shower in the

tumble of red hair lying next

How is she now?

Over the shock?

at least

try an experimental stroke over the curve of a

does look much

This time I follow it through along a smooth, pale

flicker open, green orbs settling on me. The mouth curves up. “Good

“Good morning. Slept well?”

“I did yes.”

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

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,

me and

Georgie…

smile onto my face; keep

Jade…

her back and smiling

Beyond rubies…

shoulders and neck, running into my hair. The sensation skitters over me, popping nerve-endings down

you like,

I draw her close, nestling her to my chest. Sweeping away a tide of copper hair, I draw my hand over one lovely breast, thumbing at the rosy nipple; perking it up as she sighs beside me. “I

nibbling and teething hard enough to spike a little pain through her. The breath rattles from her lips,

Her beautiful submission…

“Open your legs.”

herself, feet flat to the blankets, her hips raised in the way she knows I enjoy. Quickly, I push a pillow under her, supporting

open as she gives herself 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,

breast. Heading south, I brush over

eyes are

“Look at me, Charlotte.”

vivid and verdant as a tropical forest, turn to mere

by her face. Stroking her one-handedly through the crease of hip and thigh, the softest and most sensitive of skin, my merest touch and movement brings her response. Using a fingernail, I draw a tracery over her skin, watching as her lips part and her eyes begin

“Look at me…”

milky skin is flushing; a tide of rose

warm labia, my finger pads vibrate with the quiver that echoes through her flesh. An

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 all the

shaft is trembling, demanding action. Pressing myself against her, the firm muscle of her thigh quakes against

Soon…

… but not yet…

my palm over her entrance,

Again,

“Look at me.”

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

her inside, spiralling within, stretching

of her arousal billows and wet heat floods over my palm. I press in. Another finger and another, splaying my fingers. Her moans grow urgent,

whole body is

“You can’t come yet.”

lips peel back, air whistling through her

for a

Shifting the pillow to support her head, I tug her forward until her hips overhang the mattress edge, I kneel, slip fingers through her folds to open her,

against cream, the puffy flesh glistening. Mouthing at her thighs, I

She convulses: ‘Oh, God….”

may not come yet.” Then I pump her

face straining

hand to her face. “Taste yourself.” Opening her mouth, she sucks at the fingers. “Now

brow makes a vee. “Taste

in her juices, then offer them back to her mouth. “Taste yourself, then tell me what you taste

she sucks, eyelids dropping a little in thought. “It’s a

better. And that’s what I taste when I drink from your pussy,

her head drops back

I drop my mouth to her entrance, she shudders. Quickly I speak again. “You may not come. Not until I

Master.” But her voice

do better than try. If you come

again, but she lapses into silence save

to

into a

Let’s see…

his hips. He raises a finger to his lips as, taking a seat, hands folded on his

spread hand, I wrap my mouth around engorged flesh; outer lips tumescent with arousal. Deliberately breathing heavily, I bathe her in my heat. Her weight shifts as, mewling, she strains, her body curving as her pelvis rises. But I pin her, a hand pressed hard inside each thigh, fixing her position as she tries to writhe, I lap at her bud. Still hooded, still protected, and yet her cries grow louder. Thumbing back the fleshy cover, I take a second or two to enjoy the

circle around and then over, revelling in the salty piquant taste and the slight resistance of her flesh against mine. She wails,

may

“Master… I can’t…”

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