Wanna Play (Ghost Unit, Book Three) (26 page)

Jas rolled so her leg rested over his thigh and her head was cradled in his shoulder. “Fine. I’ll sleep, but it’s only because I want that satisfaction sex. Not because you just fucked my brains out and I’m too tired to move.”

Chapter Eleven

Blaster stood back and surveyed the man. “Honey, you are one sadistic bitch when you get a mad on,” he commented mildly.

Jas smiled calmly as she looked at the man as well. It was three-thirty in the morning. They were in Kauffman’s northern Virginia condo and had just finished securing him to one if his kitchen chairs. The man was naked. They’d used common duct tape on ankles, wrists and knees. His legs were spread and secured to the chair legs, his arms were taped to the armrests. His flaccid cock had been taped up on his abdomen leaving his balls unprotected.

Jas had been none too gentle grabbing the globes to pull them away from his body as she snapped a ball flask around them. Made of hollowed 316L surgical steel, the ball flask attached to his balls and imprisoned them inside a steel canister.

In the canister was just enough plastic explosives to obliterate the man’s balls. The steel would contain the small blast. Around the top opening of the canister there was a ring of flash to burn the wound closed. Jas wanted to be sure Kauffman survived his castration. Working with quiet efficiency, Blaster wired the explosives to a pad with a single button.

To finish it off, the push-button pad was secured under Kauffman’s right hand on the chair arm.

“Time to explain a few things,” Jas said as she pulled the knit mask off her head. To this point Kauffman might not have been sure who’d woken him with a gun muzzle to his temple. Jas had no intention of leaving him in doubt.

Yesterday Liana had called Kauffman and sounded like the terrified victim he wanted to believe she was. He’d arranged to meet her today at a site near his condo. Letting Kauffman think he was fully in control had been the Unit’s aim. Their plan was quiet and simple until Jas started adding things. Now it looked like a horror-torture movie sequence. At least that’s what Gray called it. Jas raised a brow and regarded Gray with a deadpan expression as he said that. He’d shrugged.

“A
good
horror-torture sequence. Sorry. In any case, keeping a plan simple is always the goal. Our boy Kauffman is an excellent example of overthinking the problem. If he’d kept it simple, we’d never have known what he was really after. His plan would have worked if he hadn’t gotten worried.”

Jas smiled as Kauffman’s eyes widened. The tape over his mouth had been first so his only method of expressing himself was his eyes. “Here are your options, shit-for-brains. That button under your finger detonates the explosives in the flask. Push it and you lose your balls. Two seconds later the charges on the tape will go and you’ll be able to get out of the chair.

“Only problem is, below the chair is a directional mine. Weight leaves any one of the four legs and it’ll detonate straight up. Really beautiful work. The blast is engineered to hit the body above it without damaging surroundings. No danger of destroying the building or starting a fire on the tile floor.

“The charge makes getting off the chair a challenge though. You have a slim chance. Think you can dive off the chair fast enough? You’ll be a bit lighter, being ball-less and all.” Jas smiled and glanced at his genitals. Looking into his eyes again, she continued. “It’s three-thirty. The file on your busy criminal career will hit the director’s desk at nine this the morning. See, that gives you almost six whole hours. If you survive getting off the chair, it’s possible you could bandage up and waddle to an airport. Not likely you’d make it that far, but you could try.”

Blaster had left his mask on while Jas enjoyed her chat. He’d wanted her to remain masked as well but her need to face this bastard was too deep. The malice of her plan had been brilliantly simple as well. The agony of spending six hours letting freedom slip away was nearly as painful as sacrificing his balls to gain freedom.

Not that the Unit was really extending a chance for the traitor to escape the country before the bomb squad from Homeland showed up. Several small cameras were now placed in Kaufman’s apartment. If he did blow his balls off and try to run, Jackson in the van parked the next street over would know it. Jackson would have little trouble controlling the traitor until a Homeland squad showed up.

Jas shook her head in mock sympathy as she continued. “It’s a tough choice but I really do hope you choose to run. You’ve made a pain of yourself, Harry. If you’d just left things alone, you’ve have gone on forever. But you’re a paranoid sort, aren’t you? You had to work a plan on someone to feel safe. To feel like you were in control and now you’ve driven me to find out what was really on that disk I took.

“Tsk, tsk, Harry. Stupid move. Being obsessive and you’ve faithfully kept up your part of the agreement you made with the drug dealer-terrorist dude. It glares up from the pages of your service record. If all we had was the audio of you making that deal, it wouldn’t have been enough. You provided the evidence by keeping it. Then there are the more recent crimes. How long do you think it’ll take your assistant to roll on you for the plane crash? The lies required in arresting Carmen Allacosta? God knows what else. Point is, he’s not going to take the fall for any damn thing that might turn up under investigation when evidence for some of it is on the table.

“Your Homeland buddies are soooo not going to want any of this public.” Jas shook her head and grimaced. “You prove they are everything people say. Sexual deviant, secret murder plots, drummed-up arrests, executions blamed on terrorist bombing planes, every horrid little cliché the press has already accused them of. Homeland is going to get rid of you, quiet as a mouse. You’ll disappear. Where do you think you’ll go?” Jas cocked her head in mock interest.

“No matter, what we’re concerned with are your options right now. You can choose to wait for Homeland guys to show up. And let me assure you, they don’t have the choice of ignoring your indiscretions ether. Too much damning evidence in my hands. But we both know they don’t have to report your arrest, officially charge you or even list you on any record. The second option is you can choose to die. But before you are given the fucking easy way out of dying, you have to castrate yourself.”

“Enough,” Blaster interjected calmly. “He knows his options. We’ve better things to do than explain to the idiot how much of an idiot he is. Let’s go.”

Jas chuckled. “You’re right. Bye, Harry. Oh by the way, tipping the chair over without pushing the button will activate the explosives in the canister.” Jas raised a brow. “You didn’t think we’d give you that out, did you? The only way your ass leaves that chair is as an eunuch.”

In the van, Jackson grinned as Jas and Blaster closed the doors behind them. “That went well.”

“I still think you should have let me take his balls off,” Jas sighed.

“Maybe next time, baby,” Blaster consoled her.

“You say that now,” Jas murmured morosely as they stood behind Jackson’s chair and watched the monitor. “Six hours doesn’t seem like enough torture time. It was too easy.”

Blaster grunted. “This is real life. If the mission can’t go down smooth and quiet, the people running it aren’t professionals. Drama is bad unless it’s in a movie.”

“I know. I wanted more though. After all the years Liana and I spent recovering, it feels as if there should have been more of a challenge. Something bigger. For God’s sake, you guys went through his security system in less than three seconds. There was no stalking, no risk, no damn satisfying revenge of outwitting him and then making him pay.”

“The man is crying, Jas. He’s seriously considering blowing off his balls,” Jackson pointed out in a patient voice. “Jesus, woman. You are a bloodthirsty piece of work. How the hell do you know about things like that damn ball flask anyway?”

Jas grinned. “What? You’ve never gone shopping in a big-boy toy store? If you ever get hooked up, I’m going to have a long chat with your chick.”

“You’re banned from speaking to my woman,” Jackson snapped as they watched Kauffman sniffle, tears dripping down his face. They had left his mouth taped so he couldn’t make enough noise to bother his neighbors. It was a condo after all.

“So there is a woman somewhere?” Jas asked silkily.

Blaster was standing behind Jas with his arms around her waist. His body shook with restrained laughter.

“No! There is no one for you to sniff out, Jas. Damn, you’re a menace. Blaster, is there any hope of you controlling the woman?” Jackson hissed in disgust.

“None,” Blaster assured Jackson. “Keeping her relatively safe is all I can be responsible for. The rest of the world is on its own.”

Jas’ head turned to kiss his cheeks softly. “You say the sweetest things,” she purred, and pressed her bottom into Blaster’s crotch.

Blaster growled and captured her mouth, his hands pulling her firmly into him.

Jackson glanced at them. “Do not start in this van. I refuse to witness you climbing him, Jas.”

Slowly pulling away from the kiss, Jas let her head tip back to rest on Blaster’s shoulder. His mouth moved down her neck in open kisses as his big hands cupped her breasts. He wasn’t being gentle. Jackson had turned back to the monitor, but there was no way he could miss the hitch in her breathing as pleasure shot through her.

“You are so sensitive, Jackson. I really should introduce you to a girlfriend of mine who can help you grow up,” Jas suggested seriously. “Besides, I’ll climb him any time I want.” Her sassy declaration ended in a little mew as one of Blaster’s hands left her breast to slide down her body and span her lower abdomen. Not quite cupping her crotch, his big hand pressed into her in a pulsing rhythm that couldn’t be seen, just felt.

Jackson laughed. “Woman, I know too much. I’d have to guard my balls with any friend of yours. That kind of worry is a real mood breaker.”

“If you say so,” Jas murmured. Losing interest in chatting couldn’t be helped. Her ass pushed at Blaster as he handled her. Thick cock nudged her as he petted her body. Jas realized she couldn’t turn around. He was holding her in front of him and running his hands over her body. They were not in a private situation. He really didn’t care what anyone thought or just Jackson specifically.

A low growl rumbled in her ear.

“Will you two get out of here? We’ve got this. Gray will be in the Homeland office this morning. He and Miguel will have Mrs. Allacosta out by nine-fifteen. Liana and her mom will be on the jet back to California by ten. Charlie and Rem have Kauffman’s assistant’s house staked out. He’s not getting away. It’s taken care of. Go do movie star things.”

“Really, Jackson. To think you used to want my autograph,” Jas chuckled as Blaster’s hands relaxed on her. He licked her neck in a last stroke and stepped back.

“I never said that. I said I wanted to meet you,” Jackson defended himself. “I expect an invitation to the next Tinsel Town awards party by the way.”

“Only if you let me set you up with a date.” Jas shivered in reaction to the loss of contact and turned to seek it.

“Damn. Watching it on TV again,” Jackson murmured.

“Come on, Sheena. We’ve got a charter waiting.” Blaster captured her hands that were reaching for him. “Time we get going.”

Jas tilted her head in silent question as she willingly followed him. Her body was humming with arousal and he was moving away from her. Not likely she’d let him out of her range. At the van doors he checked the perimeter in habitual caution before they stepped out.

In the early morning gloom, Blaster and Jas walked briskly toward a nondescript sedan. At the passenger side, Blaster jerked her into his body for a fierce kiss. Moaning at the heated demand of his mouth, Jas melted into him.

He was handling her and she loved it. He backed her up against the car in a hard push. One of her legs came up the outside of his hip, wrapping around him. His body rocked into her crotch in madding rhythm as he thrust into her mouth. His hard length burned her with a fire just out of reach because of the clothes separating them.

“What are you doing?” Jas gasped as his mouth left hers to drag down her neck again. His hands moved down her body in a long caress that ended with them spanning her ass and jerking her other leg around his hips. She was pressed between him and the car.

“I’m enjoying the hell out of my wildcat,” he murmured. His hips rocked in shallow thrusts. Each push pulling a gasp from her as he pressed into now sensitized folds, forcing her jeans to rub what she wanted him to handle.

“Are you going to fuck me in the street?” she demanded as the force zinging through her built with each thrust.

His hands left her ass. Holding her in place with the pressure of his body and the car behind her, he lifted his head and upper torso so his hands could grasp her breasts. Closing over perfect globes, this time thumb and forefinger clamped around swollen nipples, rolling them harshly as he smiled. “We don’t have time,” he told her softly while watching her jerk at the sensations his rough handling gave her.