Grimjustin 1 debriefed, p.7
GrimJustin 1: DeBriefed,
p.7
Med’s voice was bitter. “Flesh and blood, dearest. Flesh and blood.”
Behind Brenner, Duke shifted.
“Put the blaster away, Halloway. I’ll sever her neck before you can even fire.” Med chuckled again. “Besides, I can’t afford you to miss me and hit her. Her head is of primary importance to me.”
“What the hell for?” Brenner watched Duke slowly reach toward his side, get out his dataUnit. His eyes spoke volumes. One quick command. Did he risk her death or did he risk her brain frying? She watched him, her eyes calm now as if she somehow understood.
Brenner kept his face impassive and willed her not to freak. Of course she wouldn’t freak. It was Dinah.
“You need the chip?” Her voice was soft. “Why?”
“The chip is Franklin’s hell.” Med stroked her hair with his free hand, and she sat still. “I hope you can understand. You,” he looked at Brenner,
“were left to fend for yourself at Kremlin. Did Dinah tell you I hired her?”
Brenner’s eyes flickered. “I see she didn’t. Don’t blame her, she couldn’t have known. I hired her as soon as I found out the chip was implanted.”
He chuckled now. “I still have my ways of reading between the lines during ‘standard’ personnel reviews. I also knew she needed some extra money while in training. When NeoSoviets captured you, it was the perfect op to test her skills and get you interested. She refused to accept payment.” He stroked his free hand on her hair almost tenderly. “Why didn’t you?”
Dinah cleared her throat. “By the time eCred verified the funds, we’d met. In VR. I… couldn’t.”
Something swelled in Brenner’s chest. “I care about her, Med.”
“You care?” He waved the laser in the air now, breathed heavier. Brenner shot Duke a quick look. “You care because of me.” His face flushed, the scars obscenely light against red skin. “I put you two together. I made sure you found out who Franklin sent for the keySeq when some idiot was ready to sell it to the highest bidder. I alerted MicroSel. They had her on a silver platter, and if you cared, you would have left her to them as soon as you discovered the chip, so they could get it out, nice, calm and shiny. Franklin would be ruined, you two would be happy. And instead, because you cared, she throws up at every touch, Franklin wants her dead and MicroSel isn’t in the mood to coddle her.”
Dinah shifted. Brenner saw her adjust the ring on her finger. Her eyes were dark now. “You sabotaged the shuttle.” It was a whisper.
“Dinah --”
Med shrugged. “I hoped they would find you quicker.”
“You killed my career.”
“Your lovely boss did that when he put that thing inside you. Would you care to watch? I have the videoFeed. You look lovely naked.”
The sound she made was between a growl and a hiss.
“Dinah --” Brenner warned again.
“No.” She was past feeling now. Hot angry waves slammed into her body. She gritted her teeth. “You used me… like a lab rat. Just as Franklin did with you.”
Med sighed. “Theatrics aren’t becoming.” He looked at Brenner now.
“You see the logic in this?”
She moved. She didn’t care anymore, she just moved, her blade aimed up, just as she heard Brenner shout something and her world sparked. And shattered.
* * *
She woke to noise. Loud clanging. After a moment of panic Dinah realized it was the sensors.
“Well, her brain didn’t fry.” The voice, the mild amusement, belonged to Duke.
Immediately she felt a warm palm engulf her hand.
“Hey.”
She turned to find Brenner’s face inches above her. “Hey.” Her throat was raw. “What happened?”
“eM pulse. Fried the power, fried your chip. Fried Med --bonus.” He shrugged, cleared his throat. Duke was playing with the sensors above Med’s still form on the floor.
“No readings. He’s alive, but… looks like he had something in his head as well. Wasn’t lucky as you.” He shrugged, adjusted the sensor. He looked like he was breathing fast.
“What will you do with him?” She looked back at Brenner, tired, empty. The throbbing in her head gone, she felt calmer somehow.
“Turn him over to MicroSel --as soon as they have power. Pursuing cloning is frowned upon by both companies. He should have known that.” His hand tightened briefly on hers. “He didn’t have to do this… any of it.” He looked away, as if unable to look at her. If she didn’t know better, she’d swear his hand was shaking.
“I…” He paused, stepped back. “I’ll be at the commandPost. After this mess is cleaned up, you’ll need to find someone to remove the chip.”
Dinah watched him stalk away, actually feeling the emptiness. She looked at Duke.
“You’re on your own, sweetheart.”
* * *
At the commandPost, they watched MicroSel --finally at half power --limp away, towing Franklin’s personal ship behind them. As a courtesy, Trent helped in restoring some functionality to the larger ship. Client relationships were a good thing to maintain.
“Listen…” Dinah cleared her throat and tried again. “What you said, earlier, about caring…” She paused under his green stare, before stubbornly continuing on. “Well, is it true?”
“No,” he said, and she felt blood drain from her face. “I had Duke fire the eM knowing it could be your execution. I still did it.” He paced now, as if unable to look her in the face. Stopped. Right in front of her. “If you never want to see me again, I’ll understand.”
So that’s what crawled up his ass. “It all worked out.” She paused for a moment, but refused to be sidetracked. “Well?”
He raised an eyebrow in question.
God, the man was dense. “About you caring?”
“About that.” Brenner kept his voice somber, but he looked like he wanted to laugh. “I underbid on a contract, tortured you with orgasms, let you steal my shuttle and fire on my own damn ship. I dealt with a prime example of corporate shit because you are a good virtual fuck. Sorry --great virtual fuck.”
Her head came up. She narrowed her eyes at him. “You are such --”
He didn’t let her finish, shutting her up using the only method that had worked before. “Don’t say it.” His lips claimed hers. She couldn’t get enough of him. “Really?” She wrapped her legs around him --not knowing how she ended up plastered between the wall and the equally hard length of his body, but she didn’t care. “I love you.” It came out in a rush and she clapped her hand over her mouth to stem the words, but it was too late. He went still against her.
“Look, just don’t worry about it.” Shit, she was going to fuck it up after all. “It’s not a big deal, it doesn’t mean anything --”
“You really are an idiot.” The tone was tender. “Haven’t you heard what I said?”
She tried her best to untangle herself. “You didn’t say anything. In fact, I was the one --” He bit her. The thrill of it sent shivers of pleasure up her spine. It felt pretty damn amazing.
“I love you too.” He kissed her again, sweetly. “I love you,” he murmured against her lips. “Can you… feel me?”
She looked down at him and grinned. “Every centimeter,” she said and hugged him tight. “And yes, I love you too. Asshole.”
He grinned at her and bit her ear. “You know what happens when you call me names?”
She grinned right back. “Ass --”
The doors swooshed open and Duke burst in, staring at his dataUnit. “So MicroSel is feeling very kindly toward us. There’s talk of an exclusive contract.”
He finally looked up and stopped.
Brenner didn’t even turn around. “Do me a favor and lock the door after you leave.” He pressed nibbling kisses on the corners of her mouth. Dinah snorted. “Not in the mood for a threesome?”
“Oh, you’ll get your threesome,” Brenner murmured between kisses. Duke rolled his eyes. “You’re both sick.”
“Get your own woman.”
Dinah wondered at the sudden shuttered expression in Duke’s eyes. He shrugged. “Break anything in here, I don’t want to know about it.”
“Get out already.” Brenner accentuated that with a long slow sweep of tongue under her jaw.
Duke snorted, walked out.
“Now.” Brenner closed his lips over the pulse fluttering in her neck.
“Where were we?”
“You were promising me a threesome.”
“You are a sex maniac.”
“Me?” She bit his lip.
“Admit it.”
She pretended to glare. “I admit nothing.”
“I’ll make you. You don’t want to play games with me, Agent Burns.” He rolled his hips, and his cock --already hard --rubbed against her. The pleasure that streaked through her made her breath catch. “Do your worst, Commander.”
“I don’t think you can take my worst.” His hands were kneading her ass as he claimed her mouth in a brutal kiss. She felt herself being spun, ending up with her butt on the cool smooth conference table. A moment later, her pants were gone. Her legs were spread, her thighs resting on his shoulders.
He nibbled his way across the smooth skin around her labia, gently licking a path just along her pussy lips.
“Admit it. You’re a sex maniac.”
Dinah lay back on her elbows, prepared to thoroughly enjoy herself.
“Don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He trailed soft kisses along her nether lips, finally planted one right on her clit. She moaned at the pleasure of it.
“Come on. Admit it.” He accented his words by flicking a tongue at the junction where the lips of her labia met, just above her clit. She arched, wanting more.
“Admit it.”
“Fuck me and I’ll admit it.” She half moaned the words.
“Admit it and I’ll fuck you.”
“Come on, Commander.” It was hard to be seductive when he was tracing wicked circles around the knotted center of her, maddening her with the need for more. “You know you want to.”
He was breathing fast now, his skin shiny with perspiration. With a final lick at her pussy --again, not directly on her clit, the bastard --he got up, lowered his pants and impaled her in one swift movement. She screamed from the wild pleasure of it, crossed her ankles around him, anchoring him to her.
Jack withdrew slightly, plunged in again. With his hands under her shoulders he lifted her so she was sitting on the table, her legs around his hips, unable to do anything but accept his thrusts. He kissed her, entering her mouth with his tongue at the same time as he stroked deeper inside her cunt. Then he stopped. Tore his lips away. “Tell me you want me.”
She could barely breathe. “I want you,” she managed. If he didn’t keep fucking her she would implode.
“Tell me you love me.” He rolled his hips and the base of his cock brushed against her clit. Just a few more strokes and…
“I love you.”
He plunged in deep, deeper than ever before, and thrust harder. She was almost there, she could feel the orgasm building, and tried to lift her hips, use her calves to try to bring him closer.
“Tell me you’re a sex maniac.”
She tried to grind herself against him. “Fuck you.”
“I am fucking you. Tell me you’re a sex maniac.”
His big hands clenched her ass. He rolled his hips again, rubbed her clit again, and she gave up. “I’m a sex maniac,” she said, and he withdrew, pushed in, fucked her hard.
“Louder!”
“I’m a sex maniac,” she said against his mouth, trying to kiss him to shut him up so he would just keep fucking her.
“Louder!”
“I’m a sex maniac! ”
At that he fucked her furiously. With the sound of flesh slapping against flesh drumming in her ears, she arched against him, tensed, shouted, splintered, and he rode her through it mercilessly until she was hoarse from screaming, limp from pleasure. He threw his head back, roared and emptied himself into her.
She wasn’t sure how she ended up on the floor. Well, more on top of Brenner, who was on the floor.
“See. You admitted it. You’re a sex maniac.” His eyes were closed, a smug smile playing on his lips.
Dinah snorted. “And you?”
He stroked a warm palm over her bare ass. “I am a sex machine.”
She snorted again. “Keep dreaming.”
“I’ll have to prove it to you.”
GrimJustin 2: DisArmed
Kara Dillon is a weapon.
Captured by ransom seekers during a routine transport job, she is infected with the chemicals she was to deliver. The result is an explosive --in her blood.
Halloway Duke is contracted to bring back a rogue pilot. Finding her isn’t a problem. Finding her to be Kara Dillon --his lover who had betrayed him into enemy hands --is unpleasant. Finding that he still wants her was not in his plans.
Except their blood mixed. And now Kara needs a steady influx of his body fluids. Whether she likes it or not.
Fiona Jayde
Fiona Jayde is an author, a pilot, a ninth degree black belt in three styles of martial arts, a computer hacker, a mountain climber, a jazz singer, a weight lifter, a superspy with a talent for languages, and an evil genius. All in her own head, of course.
In real life, she really is an author, insists she is a good driver even though various loved ones refuse to let her drive, possesses a brown belt in Tae Kwon Do and blue belt in Aikido, a web developer, scared to death of heights, loves jazz piano, can bench-press about twenty pounds --with effort, speaks English and Russian fluently, and when not plotting murder and mayhem enjoys steamy romance novels, sexy spy thrillers, murky mysteries and violent movies where things frequently blow up. Contact Fiona Jayde through her website at www.fionajayde.com
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