4: Jack - In The Pack (4 page)

He hit the button by the door. Giselle was there, smiling. “Ah. Good timing, eh?”

“Mr. Barton was just leaving.” Hood and Giselle exchanged a look. His gravity must’ve transferred itself directly to her.

Her smile faltered. She looked worried, bit her bottom lip, and asked, “Mind if I walk you out?”

“That would be nice,” Hood said.

And I wondered, what was the rest of his name? But I didn’t ask, because Giselle said, “I could show you what’s behind door number three, if you like.”

I turned to shake Hood’s hand. “You don’t mind if I take a look around, do you, before I head out?”

“By all means, let Giselle give you the full tour.” His teeth flashed. “Have another shake.”

That made me chuckle. “Thanks, but one is plenty.”

“Ah,” Giselle said, “I thought you might like to try the other flavors.”

“Right,” I said. Not on your life. My brain was working with all its oars again, and I knew I had to get out of that place.

She led me from Suite One, and the doors behind us closed swiftly.

I told her, “I thought you’d abandoned me.”

Giggling, she shook her head, “Not on your life.” She pressed the button for door number three.

“Now I’m curious to what’s in two.”

She rolled her eyes. “You are hard to please.”

“Not really. Just curious.”

“Curiosity killed the cat.”

“I’ve heard that.”

Number three was nothing like the first suite. No greens. No jungles, trees, or half-naked women on the walls. No wolves, either. There was an alcove with several pieces of gym equipment, the higher end body-building machines, and a mini-bar.

Giselle pointed to that first. “I can mix you another shake there, if you’d like. Or something else. Juice smoothie, snack bar. We have a whole line of health and fitness products.”

“I know.” I had tried a few before I came, just to test the quality. None of the things on the market already had the punch of the new shake.

She walked me through a small foyer, pointed down a hall, and said, there’s an office, of sorts, behind that door. A bathroom in there.

I pointed to another door. “And that?”

Ms. Racini fluttered her lashes at me. “Oh, that’s a bedroom. Want to see?”

I laughed. “Are we still on for dinner?”

“If you like. Your call.”

The living room of three was sunken, had leather furniture, and impressionist art on the walls.

“Who decorated this room?”

Giselle laughed. “It’s not really decorated. Just made livable as a guest suite until we take on a new team member. It could be done to your tastes.”

“That’s nice.”

She ran her hands along the back of a chair, watching me as I looked around. “What did you think of Hood?”

“Not what I expected in a scientist.”

“He’s very good at what he does.”

“So you tell me.” I glanced around. “I’ll take your word for it.”

“The shake he made speaks for itself.”

“What’s a bio-geneticist doing dabbling in protein shake formulas?”

Giselle turned her back, went to the window, pulled the blinds and looked down on the city. “He’s an amazing creature.”

I closed the gap between us, touched her elbow so she’d turn and look me in the eye. I hadn’t noticed it before, but she didn’t do that much. Tended to pin her gaze on my lips. “That doesn’t actually answer my question, does it?”

“He’s brilliant, gets bored, dabbles in other fingers of research.”

Slipping my hands to her hips, I tugged her close. After all, she’d been pretty friendly with me.

“He’s got full rein in Lobos.”

“What can you tell me about him?”

That made her a little uncomfortable. Her gaze dropped to my chest. She sucked in her lower lip and bit down.

And I wanted to kiss her.

I bent down to do it. Fuck Hood.

Maybe that shake hadn’t fully worn off.

Her arms slipped around my neck the moment my lips touched hers. A second later, what seemed a little desperate, she pressed herself against me and slid her tongue into my mouth. I could taste myself. Not that I’d ever tried my semen before, but I knew that the flavor, it had the scent of me. It reminded me of what she’d done for me earlier.

Not all that long before. But eons, it seemed like, at that moment. Too long.

I let one hand wander to her ass, squeeze, draw her on top of my leg, which I’d insinuated between hers. And my other hand slid up under her jacket, to cup her breast. It, too, applied a little pressure.

She gasped and groaned a little behind the kiss and the possessive grips, and that encouraged me to be a little bolder. Before long, she was grinding against my leg, and my cock had swollen again.

Her skirt rode up. I realized then that she had no panties on.

My arm is long enough to reach around her ass and finger her clit--to feel how wet she was for me.

The hand on her breast slid down between us, undid my pants, and I turned her toward the glass, lifted her. Giselle wrapped her legs around my waist, cupped my jaw with both her hands and looked down at me. Her thumbs brushed my lower lip. I watched her swallow hard before she said, “You have bedroom eyes, Jack.”

“You think so?”

My hips thrust upward. I entered her with a deft move that had her wincing, closing her eyes and pressing her lips to mine. I held myself rigid inside of her, letting her come to terms with it.

When she opened her eyes again, I asked, “Okay?”

She nodded, licked her lips, and gave me a little smile, whispering wispily, “I wish you’d join the team.”

Okay, call me an egotist, but that spelled it all out for me. The chick wasn’t hot for my bod. She was doing her job. It pissed me off. I fucked her hard.

Anyone with binoculars aimed at that window could have watched.

Fucking Hood, with his video cameras everywhere--surely did.

When I got real close to coming, I asked Giselle, “Is this what’s required of a team player?”

She looked a little confused, and told me, “Stop.”

Ah, I was close. Fucking way too close.

But I did. Call me master of all men. Master of myself. I was used to driving myself to the edge.

I let her go, watched her take a few steps while my cock hung out, dripping. I had to squeeze it, placate it for what it had lost. Lost because of my mouth.

Giselle ran her hands through her hair. Smoothed her skirt. Tried to think, I think.

And I wondered what was going on in her pretty little head. I know now...one thing...how to get me to come around.

She slipped off her jacket, folded it and laid it atop the closest flat surface, a glass-topped table on a cast iron frame. Very mod piece of furniture, went well with the rest.

“You know,” she said, “my job here is hanging by a thread.”

I couldn’t believe my ears. She was phenomenal in her prostitution skills.

“I find that hard to believe.”

Giselle rewarded me with a sweet half-smile, but then she turned her back, wandered the room. Funny, but I was too keyed in on her to remember to tuck my dick back in my pants. I was still hot and ready to fuck, despite the bad taste that was now in my mouth. I needed to finish what I’d started.

“Why? You’re good at--”

“Persuasion?” She tipped her head my way, watched me out of the corner of her eye.

I held my breath as she rubbed her nipples through her shirt. It looked like she did it without thought. I’m guessing now that it was a conscious maneuver.

My cock throbbed in response. My balls ached. I realized that I still had a hand on my shaft. A firm grip that kept the blood in the head and the other juice blocked from release. It wouldn’t have taken much, though, to let it go.

She scrunched up her nose and reached for her crotch, as if she itched. Propping a foot on the table, she hiked her skirt up and rubbed. I could just see the curls between her legs, and the way her fingers actually slid in a few times.

I asked, “Are you finger fucking yourself right in front of me?” Honestly, I couldn’t believe it.

She kept doing it, watching me--correction, looking at my cock--the whole time.

“Honey, you don’t have to do it that way. Not while I’m in the room.” I advanced toward her with the sudden urge to drop to my knees and return a little of her earlier favor. But before I could get to her, she started moaning, and I knew she’d found what she’d been reaching for.

“Fuck,” I reached for her. Like putty in my hands, she melted to me, let me reach down between her legs to feel the wetness. “You are one hot--”