Chapter Four
When I dragged the desk away from the door again and stepped into the hall, I found Jasper leaning against the wall, waiting.
“Hi.” I was nervous, which was stupid because after everything we’d done together, there shouldn’t have been anything left to feel nervous about.
This, though… This felt different. Almost like a date.
“Turn around for me.” He watched intently as I did a little spin, feeling foolish. I didn’t really have anything fancy with me, since I spent most of my time in dirty cargo pants, so I’d had to make do. I’d chosen a pair of black shorts that showed off the muscles I’d earned from working outside, and the heeled sandals again, since they were the dressiest shoes I had with me.
With these I wore a sky-blue T-shirt. It was simple in cut, but the material was silky, and it could pass for dressy. It was snug, and between it and the brief shorts, I felt as though I could probably handle whatever Jasper had in store.
“Very nice.” Pushing himself off the wall, he hooked his fingers in my belt loops and tugged me closer. I gasped when he grabbed my thigh, bearing its weight as he pulled me open.
“I like these.” With his other hand, he tugged at the hem of the shorts, then without warning, slid his fingers underneath. I sucked in a breath when he found nothing but skin—I’d listened.
“Good girl.” He slid his fingers through my folds, instantly making me wet. My head fell back when he pushed one inside of me, brushing over my clit—I’d shaved, and the newly bare skin made every brush of his fingers feel more intense than ever.
Just when I was about to rock into his palm and demand that he make me come right there in the hall, he pulled his finger from my tight heat. With a hint of that sexy smile that I loved, he urged me down the hall with a nod of his head. “Ladies first.”
My pulse throbbed in my wrists, beneath my jaw, between my legs as I made my way to the lobby, Jasper a looming presence at my back. My awareness was so centered on him that I was self-conscious, certain that everyone around me knew that I was sleeping with my bodyguard.
Nobody said a word. With my gaze on the ground, I didn’t see if any of my team members were around, but if they were, they were probably thrilled that I was leaving the premises. They’d be off “Keep Cari Safe” duty.
I stopped short when I got outside. Parked illegally, right in front of the motel, was a huge black Humvee. The thing was massive, just like the person I assumed was its owner—I was going to need a ladder to climb in.
“Job perk?” Arching an eyebrow, I looked over my shoulder at Jasper. Sometime on the walk between my room and here, he’d pulled a pair of dark sunglasses over his eyes, but I was betting that they held amusement.
“I freelance.” Opening the passenger-side door, he didn’t ask if I needed help, just scooped me up and dropped me in. I batted away his hands when he reached for the seat belt—I was more than capable of doing that myself. “But I do have a reputation to uphold.”
“You forget I know you now, or so you claim.” I threw my hands up as he rounded the vehicle and swung himself up into the driver’s seat. “You might have the cool car, but you’ve probably got that big, blue phone booth thingie in the trunk.”
“Big, blue phone booth thingy?” He actually winced. “It’s called a TARDIS. Haven’t you ever seen Doctor Who? Any of them?”
“Nope.” I grinned.
That earned me a head shake, but I was smiling as he pulled out of the small, pitted parking lot.
“Where are we going?” As he navigated through Meadow Ridge, I entertained myself by watching people’s reactions when they looked over and saw the monstrosity of a vehicle. There was usually an expression of shock, followed by the vehicle, biker, or pedestrian just getting the hell out of the way.
“Atlanta.” He took the ramp for the highway, reaching over to pull my sun visor down before the beam of light from the new direction could hurt my eyes.
I waited; he stayed silent. Apparently, that was the only clue I was getting. Pulling a lip gloss from my purse, I applied it slowly, then tucked it away again, which killed approximately two minutes.
“How long of a drive is it to the city?” I drummed my fingers on the dashboard, earning me a pointed glance.
“An hour, depending on traffic.” In stark contrast to my excess of energy, he seemed completely relaxed. “Usually this time of day is fine, but once in a while there’s a big snarl in traffic.”
“How do you know that?” Leaning back in my seat, I slid off one of my sandals.
“I’m from Atlanta.”
“What?” I curled my newly bare foot up beneath me on the leather seat. “No. You don’t have any accent at all.”
“Y’all listen up now,” he drawled, and I barked out a startled laugh. “I’m fixin’ to make sure you forget all your troubles tonight, you hear?”
“No way.” Leaning over, I pulled his sunglasses right off his face, wanting to see his expression. “How did you do that?”
“An accent like that sticks out. It’s memorable.” He fixed his stare on the road. “In my line of work, it’s better to be forgettable.”
I snorted as I looked him up and down, enjoying the view. “I hate to break it to you, but the last thing you are is forgettable.”
His lips curled into a slow smile. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“I meant it as one.”
“Now sit down. I need you alive for what I have planned for tonight.”
Heat curled through me, a sinuous twist of flame. I looked at his hand on the wheel, the one that had so recently been up my shorts, and thought I might just crawl out of my skin.
“How did you get into bodyguarding?” I needed something to keep my mind off the delicious promise of what would happen later tonight. “That doesn’t seem like something a kid dreams of being when they’re older.”
“It’s not.” His lips twisted a bit. “I wanted to be a soldier, and that’s what I was. Served ten years in the United States Marines.”
“I bet you were good at that.” To serve and protect—I could just see it. “Why’d you stop?”
“Do enough tours, and the things you see start to weigh on you more and more.” His voice was flat. “It’s harder to stay positive, harder to think you’re making a difference when you’ve been fighting for things for so long. I’d had enough, so I was done.”
“And you became a bodyguard.” Some men might look for a job with less stress after what he’d just described, but it didn’t surprise me that Jasper hadn’t. “So you could keep protecting people.”
“It’s what I’m good at.” To my surprise, he grinned. “Just like you’re good at making people think that dusty sticks are interesting.”
“They are!” I knew he was baiting me, but I didn’t care. “Every little thing found on an ancient site holds importance. Who used it? What did they use it for? Did they dig with it, hunt with it, cook with it, use it as a weapon? One dusty stick helps explain why we’re here today.”
“I’ll believe you.” He grinned as he took an exit that would lead us to the city. “Others wouldn’t, but I do.”
“Right. You’re only interested if the dusty sticks are dragon-killer swords.” I studied him for a moment, the easy confidence in his movements. I wanted to shock him. “So, that’s where your predilection for danger comes in. What about the freaky sex stuff? Not enough stimulation in the anal stage of your development?”
“The what?” Incredulous, he actually took his eyes off the road for a moment to blink at me.
“Never heard of Freud’s psychosexual stages of development?” I grinned up at him. “Well, we can save that for another day. But, seriously, what’s with the kink?”
He was quiet for a long moment, and when he spoke again, his voice was serious. “Different people need different things.”
I waited; I knew there was more.
“You need to be working toward a goal. Margot needs to organize things. Some people need to be around others constantly, and some need to be alone.” He navigated the Hummer past the city limits. “I don’t see this as any different. I need things to be dirty in the bedroom.”
“You need them to be?” I asked curiously. “Like, if you were…say you were married. You would need to watch your wife have sex with other men?
“My cock wouldn’t shrivel up and fall off,” he answered, his voice dry, “but I wouldn’t be very happy without it. And as I’ve explained, that’s why I rarely have girlfriends. There are lots of women who enjoy exploring their kinky side. But when push comes to shove, they can’t handle it for the long-term. Humans have a very deeply ingrained concept of monogamy.”
“What’s your concept of it?” I was genuinely curious.
“I think that having this kind of sexual relationship doesn’t in any way detract from the bond two people can have together.” He turned on the signal light, pulling into the parking lot of a large hotel. “As long as they do it together.”
“Hmm.” I took a deep breath, trying my best to calm the excitement coursing through me.
I didn’t see a problem with what he’d described, which surprised me. I frowned, examining my thoughts. No, I truly didn’t.
As long as the couple did their exploring together—and for pleasure, not to fill a hole in the relationship—was it really so bad?
I kept my thoughts to myself as Jasper parked, then helped me out. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting, exactly—maybe drinks and dinner—but I was surprised when he pulled my bag from the backseat and slung it over his shoulder.
“Are we staying here?” I had to trot to keep up with him, taking two steps for his every one.
“Yes.” Once we were inside the doors, he stopped so abruptly I almost crashed into him.
My pulse picked up the pace again when he unexpectedly turned and slid his hand into mine. Tangling our fingers together, he lifted my hand to his lips and pressed a single soft kiss to the top.
“I want you to know that you can say no to anything I offer you tonight.” His eyes seemed to darken as he stared down at me. “It’s all in place for your pleasure, and all you have to do is say no, and it stops.”
“What are you offering exactly?” His hand remained in mine as he skirted the check-in desk, pulling me instead to the bank of elevators. “Jasper?”
He simply smiled, tugging me into the first empty one. I watched, eyes wide, as he pressed the button for the twelfth floor.
The hall was quiet, our steps hushed by thick gray carpet. I let myself be led past ten identical doors. When we stopped, rather than pulling out a key card, Jasper knocked.
My pulse throbbed. Who was in that room, and why were they there?
“Remember.” Jasper let go of my hand, only to trace his fingers down the length of my spine. “You can say no.”
Nerves were like a drug, lifting me high as I listened to the footsteps on the other side of the door.
There was the sound of metal as the knob turned…a shadow as the door swung open…
Over six feet of muscle, topped with a thick beard and a naughty expression.
“Hello, Cari.”
It was Jackson.