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“I knew the day I met you that you would push my limits,” he grumbles, rolling his eyes, but I can see he is relaxing a little—not much, but it’s a smidgin.
“Pushing limits can give so much pleasure.” Letting out a little giggle has him groaning, but finally, there is a small smirk on his face.
“For fuck’s sake, Cassie, can you be serious?”
“Oh, fucking is serious, for sure, we can both agree on that. Seriously awesome, actually, and my favorite pastime.” I reach my hand over his cock that is already semi hard.
“You know what will give me pleasure, Cassie?” he asks, and I shrug, wondering what he’ll say, while I can feel him getting firmer under my hand, and that’s making me more aroused than I should be right now.
“What?” I ask, fluttering my eyelashes at him.
“Right, that’s it. There isn’t any maybe now, it’s definitely happening. When this is over, I’m going to spank you just like you’re asking for, you little minx. Leaving my handprints on your perfect ass while you are begging me to fuck you so hard, to give you the release I’ve been denying you all night. If you’re lucky, I might let you come, but the way you’re pushing me, it’s a big if.”
I have his rock-hard cock in my hand, and I can feel how wet I am for him.
Lifting my hand up and placing it back in my own lap, the cocky Ghost is in the car now, and I love watching the power he has over me. “You win, I’ll shut up.”
“I usually do, beautiful, I usually do.”
More relaxed now, he tries again, saying, “Now are you listening?” but he’s looking at me, to get me to understand he means it this time.
“Yes.” And I am because I can’t do this on my own, but I also don’t want to be the person who gets someone else hurt.
* * *
Feeling better after Ghost has given me all that he wants me to know, I can tell he has this under control. Not that I ever doubted him, but hearing his words and all the hidden parts in the plan, it just helps me to settle. If I’m brutally honest, the danger that surrounds us, and has since the day I ran from Jason, frightens me more than my health. Because what is going on in my head won’t mean a fucking thing if I’m dead from a bullet through the skull. In the nightmares I’ve always had, that’s how it happens. The gun being held to the side of my head and them making Ghost watch as they press the trigger. I can feel my stomach rolling now and the sensation to be sick hanging low. I try to push the feeling back down; I need to think of something else.
“Can you tell me a story?” I ask, taking in the quizzical look on Ghost’s face. “I need a distraction. Something you have never told me before, make it up, I don’t care. I just need to get out of my head.” Leaning back on the headrest of my seat, I close my eyes so I can focus on his voice. The deep timbre he has settles in my heart and slows the beats back down.
“Oh, I have plenty of stupid Bull stories, or even some Badger ones. Hmmm, okay, let me think. Yep, this one will work. When you finally meet Badger, you will take great joy in letting him know that you know this about him.”
Pushing the world away and only tuning into my husband’s words is soothing my soul.
It reminds me of the times when my dad’s voice would be the thing that I would concentrate on to help me sleep. I missed him when he was away working, I’m sure my mom did too. But he always knew what to say and do when I was scared, to make me feel safe. Sometimes it was a story he would read, but then he started to make up stories or would tell me about him traveling with work. I knew the made-up ones because they were always about faraway places, spots we had never been, since none of us had ever left America. But he would talk about the beauty of the Eiffel Tower, sitting at a café drinking coffee and watching the lovers walk the streets. Or being in Germany in winter and the beauty of the snow in the countryside. It was almost like he had a magic carpet, and he was taking me on a ride to a place that took away any fear.
I wonder if Dad sent Ghost to me, to keep me safe now that he can’t. I send a prayer up to him for that, because I still miss them every day, but each day is so much easier with Ghost and my kids in it.
Ghost’s voice wraps around me like the hug I need now. “We were on this job, the three of us together. Bull had recently joined our crew. Badger, being the grumpy old man of the group, thought he would put Bull to the test. Told him that if he could beat me at poker that he’d get to take over the job as lead agent protecting the guy we had under our guard.”
Knowing that Ghost is a card shark, I’m thinking this didn’t end well for Bull.
“Being the guy he is, Bull stood up to Badger, trying to impress him, and upped the bet a little higher. That if I lost, Badger would also have to do the end-of-day reports to head office as well. Nobody likes paperwork, so Badger jumped on that straight away.” Feeling his hand on mine gives me comfort while he continues.
“Our clients were all in bed asleep, so the cards were placed on the table. This was the first time Badger had worked with Bull, so he didn’t know how close we had become, something he learned quickly that night. The cards were dealt, and I won a few games just to be consistent and to keep Badger thinking he was going to win the bet for sure. And then I started to lose a couple, and Bull carried on, all cocky. The tension started to pick up, and I thought Badger was going to kill me when I lost the final round and Bull was declared the winner. But of course, I didn’t really lose, but I just let Bull win. He tries to tell me that he beat me fair and square, but he knows the truth. I can count cards, and he never even had a chance. But Badger knew that too, and that’s why he took on the bet.
“They have been arguing for years about who really won that day, and the answer is me. Because I didn’t have to put up with the asshole client or do any paperwork. So, for me it was a win/win situation. And watching the young apprentice school the master at his own bag of tricks was just brilliant.”
Having a little chuckle to himself is an added benefit of the story. We both needed to break the tension and focus on something different. Even if it was only for a short while. I don’t want to, but I can feel sleep trying to claim me, and it’s probably what I need.
Ghost notices the change in my breathing and my body sinking into my seat that little bit more, and he just squeezes my thigh and in a low voice reassures me, “Sleep, Cassie, you’re safe with me.” And I know he means it. I just don’t know if he can guarantee it.
My body is too spent to think anymore, and the noise around me is disappearing.
Sleep is claiming me.
* * *
“Cassie, you need to wake up. Take your time, beautiful.” I can hear the words in the distance, and trying to pull myself out of the groggy sleep is not much fun. “Once we’re on the plane you can sleep again.” That sounds like a perfect option, but it’s coming back to me where we are.
