WeirdNights (6 page)

Jonah pushed back. He didn’t want her hands on him. In fact,
the whole afternoon had gotten fucked up.

“Listen…” Her eyes were huge.

“I’ve got to go.” He turned and headed to her bedroom. Sex
was the last thing on his mind now. What he needed was training and quiet. Time
to settle his mind, to work out whatever it was that prompted him to share
parts of his life best left dead. He had to be out his goddamn mind. Jonah
rubbed at his forehead. Shit.

He grabbed his shoes and headed toward the door. Air. He
wanted…

“So this is what a panic attack looks like on you.”

Her words stopped him. Jonah turned to look at her. She leaned
against the wall watching him grab his stuff.

“What did you say to me?”

“I said, this is what you look like when you go into a
panic. A ghost, a poltergeist, injuries, hell, a demonic clown don’t throw you
off your game but one talk about mommy and daddy sends you into a tailspin.”

He clenched and unclenched his hand. Jonah wanted to pound
something. Not Mindy. Maybe the wall or something. Still, he’d learned to
control himself when he was very young. He wouldn’t lose it now.

“I’m not having an anxiety issue. I don’t have them.”

“Uh-huh.” Mindy sauntered toward him. She tugged her shirt
over her head and threw it down on the ground. “You don’t get to leave until I
tell you that I’m done with you.”

“You have to be kidding.” He exhaled, his shoulders falling
a bit.

Mindy grinned. “I’m still unsatisfied.”

He reached out and stroked her breasts. “Is that so?”

“Yes. So you can storm out of here angry with me in a few
hours. For now, I want you to take me back in that room and fuck me until I
can’t stand up to stop you from having a panic attack. Got it?”

He laughed. “Sex would be a really good cure for some of
this tension, I guess.”

“Yeah. That too.”

He picked her up in his arms. “I think you said I should
carry you to your room? Was that it?”

“Those were the instructions I gave you.” The dimple in her
left cheek popped out when she grinned. He poked at it.

“Well, let’s say I’m amenable to giving you what you want,
for right now. And getting from you what I want in return too.”

“Which is what?”

He walked into the bedroom. How far could he push her? “I
want your mouth on my cock.”

Had he shocked her? He’d never spoken to a woman that way
before. So coarse, so completely uncultured. Maybe he should take it back. Jonah
had never demanded a blowjob in his life.

Mindy licked her lips. “Put me down, tough guy. And I’ll
show you what I can do.”

“You’re really a hell of a woman, Mindy.”

He set her down on the bed. “I know.” She tugged at his
pants. “Take them off. I can’t get you in my mouth if you’re dressed. Just one
of those technicalities I guess.”

Jonah dropped his pants and stepped out of them. His cock
stood erect, aching. Just the thought of her lips surrounding the tip of him
made him shake with anticipation.

Mindy eyed his penis. “Sit on the edge of the bed.”

He could get used to this woman giving him orders.

Mindy sat on her knees in front of Jonah. Anticipation
drummed through her veins and her mouth watered. His cock was large, wide and
heavily veined. At that moment, it pointed right in her direction.

She brushed his penis with her hand and he shuddered.

“So responsive, Jonah, and I’ve barely touched you yet.”

He raised an eyebrow. “I would guess any guy lucky enough to
be stroked by you is going to get excited. Fast.”

Bending over, she licked him anywhere she could reach and
bit down lightly on the inside of his thigh. The dark hair on his legs tickled
her nose and added to the uniqueness of the moment. She’d never noticed a man’s
leg hair before and yet she knew she’d never again forget what Jonah’s looked
like.

She licked his shaft, wetting him so he would be comfortable
for what she intended to do next.

“Mindy.” He breathed out. “If that was all you did, it would
be enough.”

She shook her head. “Just getting started.”

His little freak-out had shown her that Jonah had a flight
instinct. If he fled her, she might never get a chance to be intimate with him
again. The thought made her stomach clench and she pushed away the image.

Moving lower, she licked his balls. His whole body jerked.
Jonah must be sensitive there. He tasted salty and she moaned when she licked
him again. Her insides creamed. She didn’t need Jonah to touch her to get
turned on by him.

His taste alone was addictive.

Jonah’s cock was like a beautiful ice cream cone. She approached
it as such. Licking from head to balls, over and over again, she lengthened her
strokes each time. Finally, she reached out and placed her fingers around the
bottom of his erection.

She stared down at his head. He would be ultra-sensitive
there.

Drawing out every second she could for no other reason than
to torment him—which was fun, she got so few chances to do so with him—she
lowered her head to just above his cock. She rolled her tongue over him,
teasing him one more time.

He jerked beneath her. Yes, he’d grown big and a squirt of
pre-cum released. He wanted her. If she kept playing with him, she might never
actually get to put her lips on his penis.

She used her hands to support her and bobbed her head up and
down on his shaft. He uttered a curse and she grinned. Where she couldn’t get
down far enough on his cock, her hands did the work. He seemed to be most happy
when she pressed against the tip and so she tried to hit it with the top of her
mouth as much as she could.

The longer it went on—and she’d lost track of time, all of
her focus on the guttural sounds of pleasure Jonah released—the faster her
movements became. She wanted to get him off like never before. To remember this
as the single best blowjob of his life and that she had given it to him.

That thought fueled her forward. Her skin felt
uncomfortable, as if she wanted to rip it from her body. Getting him so turned
on made her crave her own release. But this wasn’t about her. It was about him.
She would wait, and if she had to, get herself off later.

However, she really thought Jonah would help her with that.

“Shit.” Jonah hissed his breath. “I’m going to come,
sweetheart. If you want to pull back.”

She had no intention of doing that. What had all this effort
been for if not to feel the sweetness of his explosion in her mouth? Of knowing
she had brought him to the edge this way?

Mindy bobbed deeper, taking him as far down her throat as
she could. With a shudder he exploded, shooting his juices into her mouth as he
shouted her name to the heavens. She swallowed him down, loving the combination
of salty maleness with Jonah’s indescribable taste that was somehow uniquely
him. She closed her eyes, savoring the moment.

After a bit, she pulled away from his cock. Happiness made
her sluggish. She’d done it.

Jonah pulled her against him, kissing her square on the
lips. Stunned, for a second she didn’t respond but then she kissed him back. Hard.
His tongue danced with hers before he pulled back.

“You are so fantastic.” He touched the side of her face.

“I know.” She grinned at him. “Unsatisfied but fantastic.”

Jonah raised an eyebrow. “Is that so?”

He pushed her back on the bed and moved over her. “It’s
going to take me a few minutes to recover. But I intend to make good use of
that time anyway.”

“How so?” She ran her hands over his chest, loving the feel
of his hair under her hands.

Jonah winked at her before pushing up her T-shirt. One
second later she gasped. His tongue pressed on her pussy and she forgot to
breathe. She trembled, her shakes moving the bed.

She’d already been turned on from blowing him. He found her
clit and pressed even farther. Swirling around in just the right motion, pretty
soon she arched on the bed.

“You taste like heaven, Mindy. I’m going to make you come.”

“Please do.” She closed her eyes as he replaced his tongue
with his fingers.

“I want to know your body, Mindy. I want to know it so well
that I can play it like I once played piano.” When he spoke it was through
clenched teeth. “Would you like that? Do you want me to know you that well?”

“Yes.” She could barely answer him. Her mouth had gone dry.

“Good.” Jonah pressed two fingers into her pussy while
continuing to play with her clit.

Pressure built inside her and she knew she wouldn’t be able
to handle it long. Grabbing the sheets, she held on until her body released,
the need threatening to destroy her. With a shout, she let go, orgasming around
his fingers harder than she could believe. Over and over her muscles clenched
and released until, finally spent, she gasped for air.

When she could muster the energy, she opened her eyes. Jonah
sat on his knees, staring down at her. His eyes met her gaze and he smiled, but
she didn’t see joy in his eyes. Had she done something he didn’t like?

“Okay?”

“Yeah, gorgeous.” He kissed the top of her knee. “I’m better
than okay.”

“You don’t seem that way.”

He shook his head. “I’m embarrassed about how I behaved
earlier. When I freaked out.”

Mindy yawned and covered her mouth with her hand. “We all
have bad moments. You think I don’t have them? It could be argued I’m endlessly
having them. Hence my inability to change my hair.”

“Or maybe you just like how unique and unforgettable the
white mane makes you seem.”

This Jonah was so easy to take. The banter. The smirks and
smiles.

“Maybe you need glasses.”

He shook his head. “Nope. Anyway, can you forgive me?”

“For a minor panic attack? Sure. Why not?” She leaned up to
kiss him. “I’m not done with you yet.”

* * * * *

Mindy put on her shoes and looked at herself in the mirror. Her
outfit worked for poltergeist hunting or whatever they’d be doing. Jonah had
said to dress casual, in something she could run in if need be. Sneakers, jeans
and a pink T-shirt would have to do.

He’d left to go home and retrieve some things he needed. Whatever
that meant. She hadn’t questioned him. He’d gotten the distant look in his eyes
again and she’d decided this time to let him have the space he wanted.

Besides, she needed to think.

Mindy walked to the counter to pick up her cell phone. She’d
made up her mind. No way, no how could she stay out of Jonah’s business. Not
when every fiber in her being screamed to help him. Part of her knew she could
love this man. If she could get past the barrier he’d erected around his heart
to keep out the pain of losing his parents.

She’d been orphaned. She knew what familial pain looked like
when she saw it. But she’d been certain of her parents’ love. She hadn’t been
abandoned and never known why.

Her parents had died in a car wreck and there had been a
loving aunt to go live with in their stead. It had never been the same—but
she’d not been alone.

After she found the number she needed, she dialed it. Her
best friend from college was now a married mother of two. Her husband happened
to be a private detective. Maybe now was the time to ask for a favor.

Because people didn’t just get to abandon their children. Jonah’s
parents couldn’t have been able to simply decide they didn’t want him when he
was ten.

It didn’t work like that.

Betsy answered on the third ring and Mindy braced herself
for a long conversation about toddlers and potty training. She didn’t mind. Betsy’s
kids were great.

But she had an agenda. And she planned on finding out what
she needed to know.

* * * * *

Jonah looked down at his iPad. The whole block was mapped
out in front of him. Braxton leaned forward from the backseat and Mindy looked
from the passenger side on the front. God, the woman smelled like heaven.

He shook his head. They had a job to do. Somehow, he had to
concentrate. How on Earth could he still be so hot for her when they’d spent
the whole afternoon exchanging bodily fluids? That thought just made him
hotter. Her mouth on his cock.

“So this is the whole block?” Braxton pointed at the iPad. “Now
what?”

“We split up.” Jonah actually hated the idea even as he said
it. He wanted Mindy with him, where he could keep her safe. Even though her
portion of the mission should be safe enough.

“And?” Mindy looked at him, her big eyes reflecting her
eagerness for his response.

“We go door to door. Ring the bell.” He held coupons in his
hand. Making them had been his project when he’d returned to the mansion. “Tell
them that Foy is giving out scholarships for free classes. Ask if they have any
children in the house who might want to take lessons.”

“That’s smart.” Braxton nodded. “If they say they’re not
interested at least we now know they have kids in the house.”

“Exactly.” Pleasure surged through his veins that Braxton
approved of his plan. It was always nice to have a colleague think highly of
the job he’d done.

“Give me mine.” Braxton grabbed some from Jonah’s hand and
exited the car, heading right.

“I guess he’s going that way.” Jonah laughed. Braxton never
cared very much for explaining himself.

“It’s a good plan.” Mindy chewed her bottom lip. “And it
really will at least allow us to narrow down some locations to search later.”

“That was my thought.” It would be highly inappropriate to
suggest she get naked. Wouldn’t it? “But I do have one question.”

“What’s that?” He tried to concentrate.

“Does Foy know you’re giving away all of those free
classes?”

“If Master Foy is going to go into such extreme meditative
states that he can’t possibly talk for days and days then he is going to have
to deal with how I choose to handle this investigation.” He laughed. “But leave
it to you to point out the trouble I might be in.”

“Screw it.” Mindy shrugged. “It’s a good plan.”

“Thanks.” He had to ask even if it pissed her off. “I don’t
suppose you’d consent to just hanging with me. Not doing this by yourself.”

“Give me my coupons for free lessons.” She held out her
hand.

“Yeah. That’s what I thought.”

Damn it
.

* * * * *

Jonah had given out ten cards. His idea, while still valid,
was going to turn out to be an expensive venture for Foy. Almost every house on
the block had children and most of them had several. Everyone had been
interested in the coupons, even though it meant traveling across town.

He shook his head. They were going to have to break into a
lot of different homes to find the kid making the poltergeist.

Jonah looked up at the next house and sighed. There was
probably no point in ringing that bell. The Satan worshipers who had lived
there days earlier would not be answering the bell.

Braxton and Foy had disposed of them when he’d been getting
stitched at the hospital. Still, he couldn’t manage to look away.

Did they have children? What had happened to them if they
had? Foy must have thought of that. The man always did. It was part of what
made him so effective. His meditations always brought the Master that kind of
clarity.

Jonah walked toward the door. He tried the handle and found
it open. Someone hadn’t locked up. That was an error.

He stepped through the doorway and into the house. “Hello?”

No one answered. He hadn’t really anticipated that they
would. So why had he called out? He groaned. What were the first signs of
losing one’s mind? He’d need to Google it later.

A sound upstairs caught his attention and he raised his head
to listen better. It had been a footstep.

Jonah’s side ached where he’d been stabbed but he forced the
pain from his mind. There were probably a thousand possibilities for what
creaked upstairs. In his mind, he could come up with three good reasons.

The first would be no big deal. An animal might have gotten
upstairs. That would be the most likely explanation. A squirrel was loose in
the house.

Only he doubted that immensely. In his life, the answer
never was that a squirrel had gotten loose. That was for other people. Individuals
who didn’t know the truth of what was actually out there in the world.

He knew it too well.

The floorboards creaked upstairs again. “Damn it.”

Jonah might be able to ignore one creak. The second one he
couldn’t, which meant he had to acknowledge the second and third options. Someone
was in the house or the poltergeist had made its way into this house. Either
way he had to look. The goings-on in a home owned by Satan worshipers—even dead
ones—warranted a close look.

“Hello,” he called up the stairs. “I’m coming up.”

A whimper sounded upstairs. That didn’t scream poltergeist
to him. More like human, and frightened to boot.

“I’m not going to harm you.” He let out a breath. Hopefully
whoever was up there didn’t have a gun. How many times could he get stuck in
this situation in the same damn house?