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…?

the lashing of the rain turns to a

Sleet?

would he get up early

Much better here…

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

red

How is she now?

Over the shock?

at least dealing with

curve of a shoulder.

look

time I follow it through along a

orbs settling on me.

“Good morning. Slept well?”

“I did yes.”

jaw with a thumbnail. And, how

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,

me and my gut

Georgie…

face; keep my words soft. “I'll

Jade…

back and

Beyond rubies…

running into my hair. The sensation skitters over me, popping nerve-endings down to my groin, stiffening

would you like,

an arm under her shoulders 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

little pain through her. The breath rattles from her lips, her hips quivering against my erection. Then she bows her spine, reaching

Her beautiful submission…

“Open your legs.”

so. Spreading herself, feet flat to the blankets, her hips raised in

herself to me. My cock throbs a rhythm, but there’s no hurry. In a while, I’ll get inside, but

breast. Heading south, I brush over creamy-pale skin

are

“Look at me, Charlotte.”

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

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 to

“Look at me…”

open once more, but her milky skin is flushing; a tide of rose flushing over breast and neck,

to stroke over warm labia, my finger pads vibrate with the quiver that echoes through her flesh. An impulse tells me to probe, to open her, but I resist it,

thighs, then back again. My fingertips are growing wet, and as I continue, she heats and unfurls. And

demanding action. Pressing myself against her, the firm muscle of her

Soon…

… but not yet…

slippery and tantalising. Curling my palm over her entrance, she’s flowing

Again, her eyes begin

“Look at me.”

breath coming in short spurts, breasts vibrating with her heartbeat, matching my own sky-rocketing

inside, spiralling within,

and another, splaying my fingers. Her moans grow urgent, then turn to

is a-tremble…

“You can’t come yet.”

lips peel back, air

for a

I tug her forward until her hips overhang the mattress edge, I kneel, slip fingers through her folds to

I lap away the honey coating her skin then Aaahhh… heated air over

She convulses: ‘Oh, God….”

yourself. You may not come yet.” Then I pump

straining forward,

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

vee. “Taste of? I

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

she sucks, eyelids dropping a little in thought. “It’s a little acid. Citrussy perhaps, But musky

I drink from your pussy, which is what I’m going

increases and her head drops back to the

legs wider. You can rest on my shoulders.” Her weight presses through the soles and as I drop my mouth to her entrance, she shudders. Quickly I speak again. “You may not

But her voice is

than try. If you come before I give

she lapses into

far to take

her into a

Let’s see…

bathroom, Michael silently enters, his hair wet and a towel slung around his hips. He raises a finger to his lips as, taking a seat, hands folded on his lap, he

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,

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

may

“Master… I can’t…”

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