Anasazi Fire

by Sahara Kelly

  Shit, it’s hot in here.

  Her nipples beaded up inside her bra, rubbing against the lace and making her breath catch in her throat. Feather light touches were sliding up her thighs, invisible fronds of sensation sending flickers of electricity to her clit.

  This is fucking unreal. Why didn’t I wear a slip today? What the hell is this guy doing to me?

  The harsh sound of Turner clearing his throat distracted Eddie and his gaze moved away from her crotch. She sagged and then hurriedly retrieved her skirt.

  “Stop it, Eddie.”

  “Sorry.” Eddie grinned at his boss. “Some things I can’t control.”

  “I don’t understand all this.” Jane looked at both men, confused, embarrassed and wet in some private places that she didn’t want to think about.

  Turner awkwardly pulled at his collar. “Agent Przybyl is one of our best agents. Very talented.”

  Eddie raised an eyebrow.

  “In many unusual ways.” Turner finished with his explanation.

  Jane still didn’t understand, but before she could pursue the subject, it got changed in a hurry.

  “So your contact got himself killed before he could pass the information along. That’s bad. The good news is that we know who he was with before his scheduled meet with you.” Turner flicked his cell phone, reading off a message. “He went to see a Blanche Overjoy.” He glanced at Eddie. “The name mean anything to you?”

  Eddie nodded. “Yep. Ex-hooker. Now she trains girls for escort positions. Sully could’ve left the disk with her.”

  Jane looked skeptical. “Escort positions?”

  Eddie stared back at her, and instinctively her hands went to the waistband of her skirt. She was almost afraid that it would drop off of its own accord if he looked too hard.

  “I’ve got an idea.” His gaze turned back to Turner.

  Me too. No. Bad girl. Jane slithered awkwardly back into her chair, ashamed of the direction her thoughts were taking. Which was pretty much into the nearest dark closet with Agent Prizzy-whatever.

  “I’ll need her for cover. Forget about a Control on this. I’ll take care of it.”

  Turner blinked. “Uh…”

  “Good.” Eddie snapped his fingers and Jane jumped. “You. Jane. Come with me.”

  Jane stood once more, hanging on to her skirt for dear life. “Come where?”

  “I told you where. With me. What’re you waiting for?”

  An explanation? A “Would you mind helping me out, Jane?” Or perhaps “Jane, I’d like to fuck you silly after this mission?” She was getting rather fed up of being told to follow men around this evening.

  Eddie reached over and grabbed her wrist. “Move it, baby. Time’s wasting.”

  The words of outrage at being called “baby” died in her throat as the heat of his grasp shimmered up her arm and into her breasts. How the fuck did he do that?

  Sure, he was cute. And sure, he was just the right height. And those eyes…well, the less said about those, the better for Jane’s peace of mind.

  Of course, being tugged along behind him and getting to see his butt in his tight pants did nothing at all for the few shreds of peace left in her mind. He was one delectably yummy hottie.

  And he was dragging her into a closet. Oh goody. Great minds do think alike.

  *~~*~~*

  The “closet”, however, turned out to be a small locker room, one wall of which was covered with a variety of clothes neatly hung within dry-cleaning bags.

  “Here. Strip and put this on.”

  Jane blinked. “What?”

  Eddie sighed. “Look, you can’t go out undercover dressed like a…a…”

  “A what?” Jane bristled.

  “An efficient office manager with torn stockings and a busted waistband.”

  “Oh.” Jane chewed that one over and looked at the dress he was holding out. It was red, short and glittery. “So I’m supposed to put this on and look like…oh gosh, let me guess. A hooker?”

  “Right first time. Good catch. You’ll do just fine.” He undid his shirt and tore it from his body without a second thought.

  Jane couldn’t manage a second thought, since her first one threatened to choke her. Oh yum. She stared at the chest in front of her, trying not to drool or lick him, both of which urges were duking it out in her head.

  “Jane…c’mon. Time’s wasting.” Eddie snapped his fingers at her again, and she jumped.

  “Don’t do that finger thing, okay?” She took the plastic cover off the dress. “Damn. This won’t fit me.”

  “Yes it will.” His eyes raked her. “You’re a fourteen, I’d guess. 38C or D.”

  She glared at him. “Stop right there.”

  “Well, put the damn thing on or I’ll tell you your weight and age, not to mention when you shaved last and when your next period’s due.”

  Jane screeched. “What are you, some kind of pervert? You been nosing around in my personnel file?”

  Eddie sighed. “Put. The. Dress. On.” His hands dropped to his waist and he unsnapped his pants.

  Jane blushed and turned her back on him, struggling out of her skirt and blouse and hanging the dress in front of her.

  “You won’t need this, either.” Hot fingers brushed her skin and her bra fell away.

  She squawked, grabbing for the garment as it dropped.

  “Ssshh.” A warm body pressed up against her back. “You need to relax. Close your eyes while I fill you in on the mission.”

  Fill me with something else, you lovely hunk of man, you. Jane sighed against the thought. Then tensed as arms surrounded her and cupped her full breasts. “What the fuck…”

  “Close your eyes, Jane. I need to tell you about the mission. Open your mind. Hear my thoughts.”

  Jane snorted, aware of her nipples budding hard just above his fingers. “Right. You grab my boobs and we do some kind of science-fiction mind meld thing.”

  “You got it. I knew you were smart the minute I saw you.”

  “On TV they touch the head, buddy.”

  “My name is Edvarde. And this—” His hands firmed around her breasts, covering them completely, “—is a much better way, don’t you think?”

  Actually, yes.

  Experimentally, Jane closed her eyes. She was getting paid by the hour, right? Might as well enjoy it.

  And suddenly, the room filled with light. Eddie—no, Edvarde—was there. Facts, figures, times and places flooded her mind. The mission, spelled out simply and clearly. Retrieve critical information, either on disk or a CD of some sort, from the man who had been killed earlier that evening.

  This was super weird. Like a mental connection that allowed the flow of data between two minds, slicker than silk.

  Jane moaned, aware of the burning heat of hands on her breasts. Now the images were changing. It wasn’t Agency mission information any more. It was her. And him.

  And they were…oh my God.

  Jane stared up at him as he held himself above her. His eyes glowed, a red flame shining through brown irises. She felt his cock, hard and heated, nudging at her pussy lips.

  Her gut contracted, ready…wanting…needing his penetration into the trembling depths of her sex. She was so hungry for this, soaking wet with her own juices and desperate to get him where she needed him to be.

  “Jane.” He sighed her name. “Let me in.”

  “Edvarde…” Christ. Was that her purring out words like some sex siren? Oh yeah, baby. It was her. In her vision, she parted her thighs and reached for him.

  He was there. As real as could be. Sliding past her pussy lips, stopping only when their bodies touched. Filling her to bursting, marking his passage into her with electric sparks of sensation.

  “Oh sheeeeiiittt…” The breath left her lungs as he pushed even deeper, pressing against her clit with his groin and the neck of her womb with his cock. They fit. Yin and yang blending in a timeless, seamless coupling of male and female.

  His gaze held h
ers with an almost physical intensity. She couldn’t look away, couldn’t close her eyes, could barely blink. She’d never imagined a man could find his way into her very soul, or bury his cock so deeply within her body that she had no clue where he ended and she began.

  Then he moved. Rapidly, ferociously, he took her, giving so much more than he could receive. Her clit pulsed in rhythm with his thrusts, and her hands grabbed his biceps as her mouth fell open on a silent scream.

  She shattered, body exploding around his as every cell, every nucleus that was Jane Bradford detonated into an earth-shaking eruption of orgasmic pleasure.

  “Jane, stop daydreaming. We’ve got a mission.”

  The words acted like a shower of cold water, and Jane staggered a little, amazed to find herself dressed in the hooker outfit, still in the wardrobe closet and with no man between her legs, pumping himself into her. Only a pair of very wet panties.

  She blinked.

  I really have to lay off the coffee.

  Chapter Three

  “Good lord, it does fit.”

  Eddie watched in amusement as Jane made a futile attempt to pull the red glittery neckline up a little over her lovely breasts. “Told you so.”

  She snapped him a glare. “I hate when people say that.”

  “Sorry.”

  She sighed. “My fault.” She shook her head. “I don’t know what’s come over me. Probably this damn flu or something.”

  “Whatever. Let’s roll, shall we?”

  “Um…” She paused. “Look, can the security of the civilized world wait while I use the ladies’ room?”

  Eddie hid a grin. “Sure. Just don’t take all day.”

  She frowned at him and disappeared through a door with a tasteful little cutout on it. A cutout of a man.

  She reappeared a moment later, blushing. “Do not say a word. Not one word.” She moved down to the next door and successfully entered the ladies’ room. If silence could have seethed, it would be doing it right about now.

  Eddie leaned against the wall and waited. Somehow he was going to have to give her an idea of who and what he was. She was too damn bright to accept all the glib explanations he passed off to people he mentally “invaded”.

  And to his surprise, he found the thought exciting. He also didn’t feel that he’d invaded Jane. There had been no resistance to his mind-intrusion, just a heated welcome that had led him into places he never went. And turned him inside out when he got there, too.

  She’d been right there with him all the way, and that fact probably had a lot to do with why she was in the ladies’ right now. He’d managed to come in his old jeans, which were now stuffed in his locker. His laundry lady would have a fit, but that was nothing new. It’d probably be a shitload easier to clean those stains than the blood he’d been covered with after his last assignment.

  Before he’d had time to consider the implications, Jane re-emerged, looking much more in control of herself. “Right. Let’s go, then.”

  She stalked off down the hallway, and Eddie let his eyes follow the seductive bounce of her hips. Damn, she had one fine ass on her. He had to hurry to catch her though, since she seemed intent upon heading out by herself.

  He reached the doors at the same time she did and pushed them open, nodding over to the parking lot. “The black job over there.”

  She crossed to the low-slung black convertible and whistled through her teeth. “Sheesh. You agents gotta clear a damn sight more in your paycheck than the rest of us.”

  Her hand trailed over the sleek finish. “Just putting gas in this would blow my budget to hell and back. Not to mention the insurance…”

  Eddie rolled his eyes. He did so not want to discuss finances with this woman. They had a mission, a challenging case, and he was trying his best to ignore the other case—the one plaguing his cock and his lust. “Get in. We need to hit Blanche’s place as soon as we can.”

  Jane slid onto the leather seat with a sigh of pleasure. “Sure. I’m okay with that. I think I understand this whole thing.” She blinked. “Which brings up a question…”

  Uh oh. Here it comes.

  He started the engine and busied himself backing out of the parking lot. He could have taken the couple of hours needed to explain the case to her verbally, without instituting that mind link. He’d just wanted to, that’s all.

  Eddie wrinkled his nose and stared ahead of him. If he ignored her, maybe she wouldn’t ask.

  Like hell she wouldn’t.

  “I shouldn’t be able to understand it. There’s no way that you can put all those…those thoughts in my head.” Jane choked a little, coughed, and carried on. “The information in my brain wasn’t there an hour ago. You put it there. Now unless there’s some secret mind control program here at the Agency I don’t know about—which I strongly doubt—you got some ‘splaining to do, Agent Prizzybits.”

  She folded her arms and stared at him.

  He glanced over, trying very, very hard not to look at the deepened valley between her breasts that her pose had created.

  He failed.

  “And my cleavage isn’t asking the question here, buddy.”

  Eddie sighed and pulled the car into a convenient parking lot. He turned off the engine and considered his next words. Before he could say anything, Jane was all over him.

  “Why have we stopped? Is this Blanche’s? She runs a Chinese restaurant? That wasn’t in your mental briefing—”

  “Jane.” That voice made strong men quail.

  Jane raised an eyebrow. “What? I’m simply asking here…”

  “Shut. Up.”

  *~~*~~*

  The sharp sound of Jane’s mouth snapping shut echoed around the interior of the car. Arrogant asshole.

  “You ever hear of the Anasazi?”

  She frowned. “No. I hate rap.”

  Eddie drummed his fingernails impatiently on the steering wheel. “They’re not a rock group. They’re a tribe of Native Americans.”

  “Oh…like the Sioux or something?”

  “No. Nothing like them. The Anasazi used to live in what is now Colorado. Archeologists have found their homes but no clues as to what happened to them.”

  Jane pursed her lips and dredged up a memory. “You know, I think I saw a TV special about that once.”

  “Probably.” Eddie continued his story. “Anyway, I know what happened to them.”

  “Well now, that’s a big whoop on the scale of things.” Where the fuck is he going with all this history crap?

  “I am Anasazi.”

  Jane blinked. “Okay. So you’re Native American. Explains the hair coloring. You got a point we’re going to get to any time soon? Because we do have a mission to complete, you know.”

  He hissed through his teeth. “Time is irrelevant, Jane.”

  She opened her mouth to respond, but bit back her words when Eddie made an odd motion with his hand. The silence in the car seemed like a living thing, a cavern of stillness.

  “I have stopped time for us. Temporarily.” He grimaced. “Pardon the pun.”

  “Huh?” Jane looked around, to find the car windows blank and impenetrable.

  “Jane. Look at me. Discard every notion you ever had of how life, time…the laws of physics…whatever…are supposed to work.”

  “Okay.” She was helpless to refuse this guy anything once he fixed her with that gaze. The one that did very nice things to rather private places and involved lubricating her panties.

  “Now clear your thoughts and imagine someplace you’ve always wanted to be. Something you’ve wanted to do but never have.”

  Jane considered his words. “Hmm. Aruba. A beach in the Caribbean. I always wanted a tropical vacation.”

  Eddie unbuckled his seat belt and leaned towards her, nearly touching her forehead with his. “Then let’s take one.”

  “But—”

  Her vision blurred and a loud whirring sound jarred her ears, along with the pounding of her pulse.

  S
uddenly, she was naked. The pounding became the soft thud of surf on a sandy beach and her vision cleared to reveal a magnificent sunset.

  And Eddie, also naked, between her legs.

  “Is this what you dreamed of, Jane?” His shoulders were broad, pressing into the softness of her thighs, shining gold from the shimmering rays of the sun.

  “Uh…not exactly, but it’ll do…” Like I’m gonna say no.

  “Glad to hear it.” Eddie settled more comfortably, spreading her legs further apart as he nestled against her. “It’ll do just fine for me too.”

  Jane’s breath stopped as he lowered his head and found her pussy with his mouth. Heated flesh met heated flesh, and sparks sizzled in back of her eyeballs as one hellaciously fine tongue learned the finer details of her anatomy.

  Unerringly, Eddie sought her sensitive spots, probing the tender pussy lips with delicate care, making her shiver and tremble with pleasure. He stroked her, suckled gently at her juices and then pulled back a little. “Mmm. You taste…God, I can’t describe it.” He raised his eyes and stared at her. “Haven’t had anything this good in several hundred years.”

  Okay. There was something in that statement she ought to be thinking about, but it would have to wait. Like a month or two. Or at least until Eddie had finished doing whatever he was doing.

  And if he kept on doing that, she was going to be finished before he was.

  He returned to her pussy, focusing his attention on the aroused nubbin of flesh that he’d coaxed from beneath its protective hood. It pulsed in time with his caresses, tingling with excitement as his tongue circled it, flicking softly across the surface then dipping beneath to spread her moisture over any place he could reach.

  Hard hands gripped her buttocks, lifting her a little, and coincidentally tugging the cheeks slightly apart. The added sensation drove Jane wild. This was not only someplace where the sun hadn’t shone, it was someplace no man had gone before, and she had no idea it could be so exciting.

  As a matter of fact, she had no ideas at all, since her brain was vaporizing into a cloud of shaking need and funneling itself down to where Eddie’s tongue met her clit.

  “Let go, Jane.” He sucked harder now, and slid one hand deep between her thighs. “Come for me, babe. Let me taste your heat. I want my face in you when you come. Do it, Jane.”