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

Sleet?

he get

Much better here…

weather, I hear the hiss of the shower in the

consider the tumble of red hair lying next to

How is she now?

Over the shock?

at least dealing

over the curve of a

does look

This time I follow it through along a smooth,

open, green orbs settling on me. The mouth curves

“Good morning. Slept well?”

“I did yes.”

with a thumbnail.

palms

stabs through me

Georgie…

onto my face; keep

Jade…

her back

Beyond rubies…

running into my hair. The sensation skitters over me,

you like,

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 would like

my mouth, nibbling and teething hard enough to spike a little pain through her. The breath rattles from her lips, her hips quivering against my erection. Then

Her beautiful submission…

“Open your legs.”

the blankets, her hips raised in the way she knows I enjoy. Quickly, I push a pillow under her, supporting her arched position, keeping her

a rhythm, but there’s no hurry. In a while, I’ll get

south, I brush over creamy-pale skin and her taut, flat belly to tangle fingertips in

are

“Look at me, Charlotte.”

flick open, and irises, vivid and verdant as a tropical

time, I find myself entranced 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 to flicker closed

“Look at me…”

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

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

unhurried strokes, first over lips, then the delicate skin of her inner thighs, then back again. My fingertips are growing wet, and as I continue,

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

Soon…

… but not yet…

my palm over her entrance, she’s

throat. Again, her eyes begin

“Look at me.”

short spurts, breasts vibrating with her heartbeat, matching my

her inside, spiralling within, stretching

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

body is a-tremble…

“You can’t come yet.”

air whistling

a

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

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

She convulses: ‘Oh, God….”

I pump her again with a couple of

straining forward,

Opening her mouth, she sucks at the fingers.

makes a vee. “Taste of? I don’t know,

her juices, then offer them

in thought. “It’s a little acid. Citrussy perhaps, But

from your pussy, which is

and her head drops

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

try, Master.” But her

come before I give you

her again, but she lapses

far to take

into a

Let’s see…

around his hips. He raises a finger to his lips as, taking a seat,

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

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

You may

“Master… I can’t…”

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