Possessed (12 page)

“What’s
the rush?”

“Emergency,”
she yelled over her shoulder, waving at Kevin and his wife Lecretia as she got
into her car.

****

Keva
burst into her town house. Everything was just as she’d left it. The lights
were off. A few boxes sat on the coffee table. From the small den, she could
see straight through to the kitchen. It was empty. She glanced up the stairs.
It was dark and still. She stood still, straining to hear the sound of a
violin. There was nothing.

She
couldn’t believe he had tracked her down. After leaving IOP in a rush, she’d
called back as planned to tell them that she was called away on a family
emergency. As she’d discussed with Dean, she’d resigned two weeks later. The
thinking was that they wouldn’t be interested in coming out to North Carolina
to interrogate her. Nor would they be interested in having her flown back to
Nevada. Dr. Garcia would be forced to stop her investigation. Sebastian would
be free. The only one who lost anything was her. She’d lost the job she loved.

Reason
asserted itself. She would have eventually found out what was going on at IOP
and then she would have been forced to make a choice. She could join Dean and
his cohorts to uncover IOP’s secret motives. Or she could quit.

When
she heard a knock sound at the door, she knew it was Sebastian and she was
prepared to give him an earful. Her hand on the knob shook as she turned it.
“Bastian, I—” The electric crackle stopped her. He wore shades. Over his face
blue currents of psychic energy snapped and popped. Glancing left and right to
ensure that no one saw him, she grabbed his jacket and yanked him into her town
house. “I can’t believe you’re traveling out in the open like this. How could
you let it get this bad?”

He
shrugged out of his jacket and took off his shades. His irises were silver. “I
was in Alaska. I couldn’t get to you any sooner.”

“Alaska?
What were you doing there?”

“Trying
to be good.” He grabbed the back of his black T-shirt and whipped it over his
head. His hair fell about his bare shoulders. “Obviously, I’m not very good at
being good.”

Keva
gulped and backed away from him. The man had a body to die for. Just the sight
of his abs made her knees weak. “We’re not—”

“Keva,
let’s skip that part of the dance this time. We both know how it ends.”

Her
heart sped up as anger pounded through her veins. “Yeah, and then you walking
out the door.”

“Not
this time.”

She
scoffed. “You’re like a split personality. I will not let you use me anymore.
Do you even want to know why I’m here?”

He
toed off his shoes and shrugged. His hands dropped to his pants. He undid them
and they obligingly fell to the floor. “You got sick of the heat and sand?”

“No!”
She jabbed a finger into the middle his chest. “I quit my job so that they
couldn’t interrogate me with a telepath about you. Apparently they have some
secret training program there forcing high-level psychics to become spies.”

He
arched a black brow. “I warned you about them. This can’t come as too much of a
surprise.”

She
flopped down onto her couch and crossed her legs. “You’ve ruined my life. I’m
not helping you this time.” He dropped down in front of her. A large hand
rested on her knee. Warmth from his palm penetrated her jeans and seemed to
radiate up to her core. She shifted, hating that she was still attracted to him
despite everything he had cost her. He tightened his hold. “I loved that job.
It’s what I’ve wanted to do ever since I discovered I was a Channel. You ruined
that for me. I was helping people. It was exciting and it made me feel good to
know that I was needed. Now all I do is push around paper and harass patients
for payment.”

“Then
help me. I need you.”

She
scowled at his insensitivity. She should have known it was useless talking to
him while he was in this state. He had only one interest when he was like this.
Knocking his hand away, she stood. “You’re so selfish.”

Slowly,
he straightened to his full height. He emitted a sigh as though she were
testing his patience. “Keva, I need pussy.”

****

At
her outraged gasp, Sebastian held up a hand. “I want to comfort you and give
you some sweet, romantic spiel, but we both know it’s a struggle for me to even
talk.” Thunder rumbled in the distance. Her big brown gaze flew the window. The
clear blue sky mocked him. There wasn’t a cloud in sight.

“You?”

At
his sharp nod, she swore. Then she surprised him. She slapped her hands on his
cheeks and drew his face down to hers for a kiss. Surprise held him immobile
for a second. Sebastian groaned. Hunger for her, ever close to the surface,
exploded in his veins. He wrapped his arms around her waist and drew her close.
Taking control of the kiss, he tipped her head back and slid his tongue into
her mouth. She moaned and moved closer.

He
dropped his hands to her ass, squeezing the plump globes and tilting her into
his erection. He wanted her to know how much he needed her. Impatient to feel
her skin against his, he attacked the buttons on her blouse. His fingers
fumbled over the tiny pearls. He quickly grew frustrated with the seemingly
easy task. He gripped the edges of the soft cream blouse.

“Let
me,” she said just as he’d been prepared to rip it open. Her fingers finessed
the tiny buttons and before he knew it, she was shrugging out of it. Reaching
behind her back, she undid her bra and let it slide off her shoulders.

He
unfastened her jeans and shoved them down her legs. She stepped out of them and
he tossed them aside. He fused his mouth to a shapely thigh and kissed his way
up to her belly button. Her fingers delved into his hair. This close, he could
smell her arousal. Though she always fought him, she wanted this as much as he
did.

Running
his hands up the backs of her thighs, he slid them beneath her panties so that
once more he palmed the curve of her buttocks. Snagging the white cotton, he
bared her to his sight. When he would have kissed her mound, she tugged him
back. “Don’t. L-let’s just…Just fuck me and be done with it.”

He
growled. Didn’t she understand that he craved this? The taste of her on his
tongue was exquisite. And he wasn’t willing to negotiate. He guided her to a
seated position on the couch, her bottom balanced on the edge and her thighs
spread wide.

His
hands coursed up her beautiful body. He couldn’t seem to stop caressing her.
Her skin was wonderfully soft. His brain was clouded by lust and by the field
of psychic energy that surrounded him. In his more lucid moments, he liked to
think that he would never do anything to her that she didn’t want. Ignoring her
protests, he parted her labia and licked her pussy from top to bottom.
Sebastian groaned as his dick grew impossibly hard at her flavor. It was like a
hit of adrenaline to his system. Her moans spurred him on. She held his head to
her and thrust her hips at him as he devoured her pussy.

He
squeezed his cock to relieve some of the building ache. Keva’s fingers
tightened in his curls as he concentrated on her clit, teasing it with his
tongue before sucking it between his lips. “Oh, God, Sebastian. Please…” He
slid a finger into her wet heat. She was close. Her muscles closed and pulsed
around his digit. Adding a second finger, he thrust hard and deep, wishing that
it was his cock inside her. But this was good. He was eager for her pleasure.
When it came, she cried out his name. Smiling, he lapped up her juices until
her breathing returned to normal.

He
stood. The sight of her stretched out before him, sated for the moment, made
his chest swell with satisfaction. He shoved down his briefs, freeing his
erection. Drawing her up into a seated position, he wrapped her hand around his
cock, hissing when she began the first tight stroke. He ran his thumb over her
bottom lip. “Kiss me.” He wanted to see her lips wrapped around him.

If
she was hesitant, it didn’t show. She swirled her tongue around the swollen,
weeping head of his cock as though it were a lollipop before licking her way
down the side of the shaft. He stroked her cheek even as she curled her fingers
around the base of his dick and worked her way back up to the tip. Her other
hand latched onto a butt cheek and pulled him forward just as she began to
suck. Sebastian groaned as he watched his cock become enveloped into her sweet
mouth. He couldn’t watch for long or he knew he’d blow inside her mouth. He
didn’t want that. Not this time. So he clenched his teeth and tipped his head
back, his eyes closed, as she manipulated his balls and suckled his cock.

“God,
baby, that feels so good,” he groaned, resisting the urge to thrust as she took
him deeper. She moaned around him, the vibration and the thought that she might
be enjoying pleasuring him making his eyes roll to the back of his head.
“Shit.” The hot suction and the sucking noises were pushing him toward an
orgasm. He withstood only a moment more before he pulled back. Keva licked her
lips, causing him to groan again.

He
sat on the couch next to her and tugged her into his lap. Her breasts bounced
as she settled over him, drawing his gaze. Scooping them into his hands, he teased
the peaks until she was undulating her hips against his, his cock sliding
between her slick pussy lips.

“Fuck
me,” he ordered. He wanted her in charge, wanted her to admit that she wanted
this as much as he did. He helped her as she lifted herself and fit his tip to
her opening. Her descent was slow and smooth. She moaned as he stretched her.

Bracing
her hands on his shoulders, she began to ride him. She was absolutely exquisite,
her movement graceful yet full of purpose. He thrust up to meet her but he was
limited as his back was against the couch. Sliding down to rectify his
position, he captured a nipple in his mouth. Keva’s raspy cry made him smile.
He released the one only to latch onto the other. She fucked him harder, her
pace picking up.

He
bucked beneath her, burying himself to the hilt in her body over and over.
Moans spilled from her lips. Inserting a hand between their bodies, he found
her clit with his thumb, circling it and then strumming it until she jerked,
her pussy convulsing around his plunging shaft. Breathing hard, he rolled them
until she was beneath him on the couch. He shoved one of her legs over his
shoulder and pounded her wet pussy. She was so tight, he could barely pull out.

“Keva,”
he managed, his impending orgasm making his voice rough. His cock swelled. He
let his energy flow into her at the same time he flooded her with his seed. The
release of the energy was in itself like a second climax. The tension left his
body, leaving him lax and mellow in its wake. She shivered as the bolt of his
psychic power entered her. She moaned and tilted her head back but not before
he saw her eyes go silver. He collapsed onto her. She felt so good beneath him.
He could lay here just like this, their bodies connected, forever.

Taking
a deep breath, Keva shoved at his shoulder. Reluctantly, he withdrew from her
pussy and sat back. He wanted her again. He wondered if she’d be willing to—

“I’m
sure you have somewhere to go.” She began gathering her clothes.

He
wet his lips as she bent over. “I’m not leaving.”

She
turned to glare at him. “Sure you are. You got what you came for.” She grumbled
something else but he couldn’t make out her words.

He
picked up his briefs, as he considered what he would say to her. This time he
meant it. He was staying put. He was tired of fighting the magnetism he felt
toward her. The way he’d been handling his need for her wasn’t making either
one of them happy. He couldn’t continue to use her without giving her anything
in return. If he stuck around, maybe he had a chance of making it up to her.

Arms
full of clothes, she headed toward the stairs. “Do both of us a favor? Figure
out how to use your power already. I can’t keep doing this.”

Sebastian
sighed. He dressed while trying to organize his thoughts. He was going to be
out on his ass soon if he didn’t figure out what to say to make her believe he
was staying. The shower turned on upstairs.

He
went to her kitchen and poured himself a glass of water. He was leaning against
the sink and staring out of the window into the small courtyard behind her town
house when she came down. She stopped when she caught sight of him. “You’re
still here.” She sounded surprised.

“I
told you I’m not leaving.”

“Isn’t
that going to be hard to explain to Becky?” She stopped in front of him, hands
on her curvy hips.

He
frowned. “Becky?”

“You
remember. Your perky neighbor.” She batted her lashes and affected a high-pitched,
airy voice. “Hey, I saw your truck. I was hoping you’d come over for a fuck.
Oops! I meant
dinner
again if you weren’t too busy.”

He
smiled at her dead-on impersonation. “I don’t have to explain anything to
Becky.”

She
crossed her arms beneath her chest, pushing up her breasts and his eyes dropped
to her bosom. “You’re kidding me, right? We just…” She made a sound of disgust
and gestured over her shoulder at the couch.