Ghostwalker 06 - Predatory Game

dumped me off after a little tiff.”
    “I can imagine,” Jess said, but something dark and dangerous began to smolder in the depths of his eyes.
    “What did you do? Suggest stealing someone’s chairs from their porch? A raid on the YMCA? What was it this time?”
    “Has it occurred to you that it just might be Larry’s fault?” she demanded indignantly.
    “Sure, for all of two seconds, although I intend to find this friend of yours and beat him to a bloody pulp.”
    “Can I watch?” Saber grinned at him, inviting him to laugh at the entire incident with her. That was the thing about Jesse she loved so much; he was so protective and dangerous. He gave the illusion of being a teddy bear, but underneath…underneath all that muscle was something deadly that drew her like a Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    magnet.
    “It’s not funny, you little brat, you could have been mugged, or worse. Now what happened?”
    “I’m quite capable of taking care of myself,” Saber informed him haughtily. “You know I can too.”
    “I know you think you can. That isn’t quite the same thing.” He turned probing, hawk-like eyes on her.
    “Now stop avoiding the question and tell me what happened.”
    Saber stared sightlessly out the window. It almost made her resentful that she was going to tell him. She didn’t want to, but for some reason she seemed to tell him anything he asked. Worse, she never felt uncomfortable with him afterward. She was definitely getting too close—and that meant she had to leave him.
    Leave him? Where had that come from? Her stomach dropped out from under her and her heart did a strange little flip that was very alarming.
    “Stop sticking your obstinate little chin out, Saber; it always means you’re about to become stubborn. I don’t know why you bother, since you always tell me what I want to know in the end.”
    “Maybe I don’t think it’s any of your business.” She said it decisively, pretending she felt no guilt.
    “It’s my business if you have to call me out at two thirty in the morning when one of your lowlife boyfriends dumps you out on the street.”
    Instantly Saber’s temper flared to life. “Hey, I’m sorry I bothered you,” she said belligerently, because the way he made her feel was scaring the hell out of her. “If you want me to, I’ll get out of your precious van right now.”
    He sent her a long, mocking, ice-cold stare. “You can try, sweetheart, but I can guarantee you won’t make it.” His voice gentled, became a velvet caress, smoothing over her skin and sending a current of electricity snaking through her bloodstream. “Stop being your usual contrary self and tell me why he dumped you.”
    “I wouldn’t sleep with him,” she muttered in a low voice.
    “Run it by me again, baby, this time looking at me,” he suggested silkily.
    Saber heaved a sigh. “I wouldn’t go to bed with him,” she repeated.
    There was a long silence while he opened the security gate by punching a code into the remote control opener and maneuvered the van down the long winding drive and into the large garage.
    Jess, using his heavily muscled arms, hoisted himself into his waiting chair. His electric one, Saber noticed. “Come on, honey,” his voice was so unexpectedly gentle she found herself blinking back burning tears. “You can ride on my lap.”
    Saber managed a small smile, although her gaze skittered away from his all-seeing eyes as she curled up, snuggling against his chest, drawing comfort from his presence. He was as hard as a rock. Her bottom slid over the large bulge in his lap, sending a thousand wings beating against the walls of her stomach. She sat on him all the time, and he was always hard. Always erect. There were times when she desperately Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    wanted to do something about that—like now—but she didn’t dare change their arrangement. And it wasn’t as if it were all for her. She wished it was, but he never once made a move on her. Not one.
    Jess could feel the trembling of her slender body. His hand brushed the pulse beating so frantically at the base of her throat. For a moment his arms closed protectively around her, his chin resting on the top of her silky head. She had to feel the monster of a hard-on, but she never said a word, simply slid her bottom over him and settled down as if she fit there perfectly. If she could