Jeffry (Members From Money Book 3)

by Katie Dowe

  "Don't call them!" Alan pleaded. He looked terrified at the thought of going back to his own country. "Please. I don't want to go back. They'll kill me."

  "Then you'd better start talking. We're listening." Leo leaned forward. "Who hired you to send all of those emails to Nathan Gilmore?"

  Chapter 6

  "How many threats have you got now?" Nathan asked.

  Christina sighed and sat back. Even with her glasses on, the words were beginning to blur together.

  "Two thousand, five hundred and twenty-four. And that's just for the last three months. Do you seriously not filter any of this mail?"

  "My security was supposed to do it but it appears they forgot." Nathan grunted. "And I did as well."

  He was sitting on the couch, papers spread out across the coffee table. There was not a clear space to be seen. Some of the papers had tipped onto the floor. He was also wearing wire-rimmed glasses as he read through his work, much to Christina's surprise. He didn't seem the type to wear glasses because he needed them. She wondered if it was a vanity thing.

  "You have been busy lately." She pointed out. "Being in charge of a company as big as yours must be very tiresome."

  Nathan frowned at her but his eyes twinkled.

  "You really know how to put people down, don't you?"

  "It's in my nature." Christina took her glasses off and placed them on the desk. Then she stood and moved around the desk, sitting on the arm of the couch by Nathan's elbow. "Why don't you give yourself a break?"

  Nathan snorted, taking off his glasses.

  "I'm not very good at doing that."

  "Look, we can't sit here twiddling our thumbs. Leo will call when he's got something."

  Even though Nathan had called him three hours before and they had heard nothing back.

  "I know." Nathan chucked his glasses onto the table and sat back, resting his head against the back. "I wish I could do something. I don't like feeling helpless."

  "And you are doing something. In the last three hours you've spent time with your son and actually got some work done you've had in your in-tray for weeks. That's doing something."

  Christina saw the stress lines creasing the corners of his eyes as he rolled his neck and shoulders. The pressure with dealing with too much at once was getting to him. Nathan sighed.

  "You're right. I need a vacation."

  "Do you know what a vacation is?"

  "Probably not." Nathan chuckled. He sat back and looked up at her, reaching up and gently rubbing the back of his fingers against her thigh. "What do you think?"

  Christina swallowed. Trying to concentrate on the question when she was being touched like this was not easy.

  "It's not for me to say." She said hoarsely. "You do what you think is best."

  Nathan grinned, a devilish look coming into his eyes. He stood up, taking Christina's hand and pulling her to stand with him. His eyes were ablaze as he stared down at her.

  "I can think of something I can do."

  "What?"

  Christina was expecting something slow and romantic. So she was surprised when Nathan grabbed her and hauled her against his body. She gasped and tried to push away, freezing with Nathan ground his cock against her. She closed her eyes and moaned. Then Nathan swooped in and kissed her. His tongue dived into her mouth and toyed with her tongue, not even caring at this point that what she was doing was not a good idea.

  Christina whimpered and kissed him back. She grabbed his t-shirt, bunching it in her fists, and rubbed her hips against his.

  Nathan pulled away and stared down at her. His eyes were at half-mast, his mouth swollen and his cheeks flushed. His pupils were so big they nearly made the color of his irises disappear.

  There was no denying he wanted her. That was plain enough to see. Christina swallowed, her pulse fluttering in her throat. The room had suddenly got so warm she was starting to feel constricted in her clothes.

  "I told you we shouldn't get involved." She reminded him. But this time it didn't sound convincing.

  Nathan snorted.

  "You can keep saying that but you can't deny what there is between us." His hands went down to her backside and squeezed. "I'm fed up with fighting."

  Christina decided it was futile. She needed to fuck him now or die of the need. This might be the only time she got to sample how good this man was when it came to sex. She wasn't going to miss this chance.

  "So am I." She whispered against his mouth.

  She tugged on his shirt and pushed him towards the couch. Nathan sat down and watched as Christina spread his thighs to kneel between them. She ran her hands up his bunched muscles to his cock, which strained against the fly of his jeans. She tentatively rubbed it through the denim with her fingers, feeling Nathan buck up against her hands.

  Seeing what effect she had on him, Christina grew bolder. She gripped him firmly with one hand and the other slowly went to his zipper, undoing the button with a flick of her fingers. She pulled down the zipper, her eyes wide when she saw his cock tenting his boxers. He was huge. Her mouth watered.

  Urging Nathan to lift his hips, Christina tugged down his boxers. Her mouth fell open when she saw his cock. She only had Clint to compare to but she did know that Nathan's cock was longer than most. And wider. Her pussy tightened, eager to swallow it inside her.

  Christina put her hand around his cock and watched as Nathan hissed and bucked his hips. He was watching her with a hungry look under hooded lids. God, he was gorgeous. Christina ran her hand down his cock, pulling back the foreskin and revealing the large head.

  "Take your shirt off. Now."

  Nathan grinned.

  "Damn, where was this seductress hiding?"

  "She was always there. She just didn't want to come out and play."

  Christina leaned over and blew gently on the head, flicking her tongue quickly over the slit as pre-cum leaked out. It tasted good. She smiled wickedly up at him.

  "And she really wants to come out and play now. But only if you strip."

  Nathan didn't need to be told twice. In an instant he tugged his t-shirt over his head, tossing it onto the floor. Christina felt light-headed seeing his bare chest for the first time. Seemingly carved out of marble, every muscle was etched to perfection. He looked like an Adonis. An Adonis about to lose control if the strained look on his face and the clenched hands were anything to go by.

  Christina had never known anything like it. Clint had been a satisfying lover but Christina knew she had to just crook a finger and he came running. With Nathan it felt wilder, more animalistic. And she liked it.

  Bending over, she licked over the head of his cock and then along the shaft, his skin feeling smooth under her tongue. Nathan groaned and Christina felt a hand in her hair, massaging her scalp.

  "That's it, Chris. That feels really good."

  Christina licked her tongue from root to tip, pumping him slowly with her hand. The hand in her hair tightened.

  "God, that's fucking good." Nathan drew a harsh breath. "How long has it been since you had a cock in that pretty mouth of yours?"

  Her pussy contracting at the dirty talk, Christina glanced up. Nathan was looking at her with a hungry look that soaked her panties. He did something to her that made her feel very naughty.

  "Three years." She whispered. "Since before my husband died."

  She hadn't been able to bring herself to have another lover. No one could compare to Clint. She had never been interested.

  Until now.

  Nathan groaned.

  "You haven't had sex for three years?"

  "No."

  "Would you like to stuff your mouth with my cock?"

  Christina glanced at his erection pulsing in her hand. It seemed harder and thicker than before. Could she take him in? Would her pussy be able to manage it when she took his cock for the first time? He looked too big.

  But her body was ignoring her rational thoughts. It was demanding to fuck Nathan's brains out and find out what
animal sex actually felt like. She nodded.

  "Yes."

  "Good." Nathan put both hands in her hair and guided her back to his lap. "Suck me into your mouth. I want to feel your lips around me as you take me in."

  Christina allowed him to gently push her towards his cock, opening her mouth as the tip brushed at her lips. He slid in, Nathan urging her down. She let him until it neared her gag reflex and she coughed. Nathan immediately eased off and allowed Christina to raise her head. Keeping one hand gently pumping, she began to bob her head, sucking Nathan's cock into her mouth and swirling her tongue around his shaft.

  Nathan hissed and his hips began to thrust, fucking her mouth as Christina sucked him in, getting more of his cock each time. Eventually she managed to get past her gag reflex and he hit the back of her throat. Instinctively swallowing, his cock went down her throat.

  She heard a growl and knew Nathan could feel it. She did it again and moved her hand from his thigh to his balls where she massaged them gently, making circles on the soft skin. Nathan moaned and began to thrust harder.

  "You keep doing that and I won't be able to stop coming down your throat."

  The thought of swallowing Nathan's seed had arousal rippling through Christina's belly. But she didn't want that for the first time. Her pussy was demanding attention first.

  Christina pulled away, Nathan's cock leaving her mouth. She stood up and nudged the table back for more room. Nathan sat up, a frown on his face. Then it cleared and hunger flared in his expression as Christina grabbed hold of her t-shirt and pulled it off, dropping it to the floor and leaving her in her jeans and sports bra that left little to the imagination.

  Christina felt as though someone had taken over her body. She was usually shy about herself and her body. She would never have considered stripping in front of anyone. Even with Clint she didn't want the lights on. But with Nathan sitting on the couch, looking at her like she was a goddess, was inflaming her. She felt empowered and wanted to do something to send him over the edge.

  With slow, jerky movements, she undid her bra, dropping it on top of her t-shirt. Then she cupped her breasts, squeezing them together. Nathan's eyes locked on her breasts and he growled. Grinning, Christina bent at the waist and leaned over him, offering her breasts to him.

  "Suck my tits, Nate."

  Nathan didn't disappoint. Grabbing her around the waist, he pulled her onto his lap so she straddled him. Holding her firmly, Nathan latched his mouth onto one breast and Christina had to clutch at his shoulders as pleasure shot through her body. She had no idea her breasts were so sensitive.

  As he loved her breasts with his mouth, Nathan pulled Christina further onto his lap and thrust his cock against her clothed pussy, rubbing at her center. Christina moaned and held on tight. She could feel a pressure building inside. It felt alien but it felt so good. She needed more. A lot more.

  Someone began to moan and she realized it was her.

  Nathan released her breast and pushed a hand between them, rubbing at her core.

  "I can't wait to fuck you." He groaned.

  "I can't wait, either." Christina whispered before she kissed him.

  Nathan kissed her back with wild abandon that made her head spin. Christina didn't know they were moving until she felt the hardness of the coffee table at her back. Nathan had drawn back and was tugging at her jeans, pulling her panties down with them. When her legs were free, his hand was between her legs again, two fingers pushing into her pussy and thrusting. Christina cried out and bucked against his hand.

  Nathan growled.

  "God, you feel so fucking wet. So tight. You want to feel my cock inside you, Chris? You want it deep inside your pussy?"

  Christina couldn't breathe. His dirty talk was turning her on even more. The thought of his cock inside her was heating her body up to the point she felt like she was on fire. She nodded.

  "Yes. Fuck me, Nate. Fuck me as deep as you can."

  Nathan grinned. His fingers left and he pulled away to stand. Christina started to protest but Nathan grabbed her and pulled her to her feet. He turned her towards the couch and gently made her kneel on the cushions, putting her hands on the back. He planted gentle kisses down her back.

  "I want to make love to you all night but right now I can't wait." He whispered against her skin. "I've wanted you for too long to go slow. Are you up to keeping up with me?"

  Christina swallowed. At this rate she was going to come before he got inside her. She jerked her head in a nod.

  Nathan straightened up and nudged her knees out wider. She felt his cock brush up against her pussy, then again. Christina squirmed. She needed him now.

  "Please, Nate." She panted. "Don't make me beg."

  She heard him laugh softly.

  "I might next time but not now. I can't wait."

  Then he thrust. Christina gasped as his cock stretched her wider than she thought possible. Pain flickered for a moment before pleasure washed over her. She rolled her hips and pushed against him. Then she felt her buttocks hit Nathan's groin and realized he was all the way in.

  He stretched her. Really stretched her. And he felt so good. He wouldn't need to do much to have her screaming.

  Gripping her hips tightly, Nathan pulled back and thrust in again. Hard. He didn't build it up. He fucked her. Hard and fast, he jack-hammered into her, their skin slapping together. Christina gripped tightly to the back of the couch and held on, pushing back against his thrusts. She didn't know why she had left it so long for another lover. If Nathan kept it up he was going to make her fly into supernova.

  Nathan leaned forward and hugged her from behind, not letting up on his thrusts. One hand cupped her breast and pinched her nipple while the other went between her legs and played with her clit. Christina felt the pressure build and suddenly fell off the edge.

  "Fuck, Nate!"

  Her orgasm flashed through her body and seemed to set Nathan off. His movements became jerky, clutching her tighter as he rode out her orgasm. Then he thrust one last time and Christina felt his warm seed explode inside her.

  "Chris."

  His gentle murmur of her name had Christina trembling all over again. She slumped onto her forearms and lowered her head. It was going to be a while before her head stopped spinning. She hadn't been fucked into oblivion before.

  She came back down to earth with a sudden thump when Nathan's cell phone went off. With a reluctant sigh, Nathan pulled gingerly out of her pussy and picked up his phone.

  "It's Leo."

  Christina then realized what had happened. They were naked and sweaty. She had sucked his cock and he had fucked her. And she had ignored the rules about getting involved with a client.

  She was in so much trouble. Cheeks flaming, she picked up her clothes and quickly dressed. Nathan seemed to sense her distress and tried to reach for her.

  "Chris..."

  "I'll leave you to it."

  Her clothes righted and her panties and bra in her hand, Christina didn't look at Nathan as she scurried out the room.

  *****

  "Fuck."

  Nathan was still buzzing from the best sex of his life. He could still feel Christina's pussy clamping onto his cock. She felt so good against him, fitting every part of his body. She was so responsive and Nathan knew he hadn't had his fill.

  Now she was retreating emotionally, running away now that the reality of the situation hit her. Christina was a stickler for her work ethics and she had broken them by sleeping with her boss. Nathan didn't care but Christina did. He was going to have to have a long talk with her about that.

  To hell with ethics. He wanted her for more than one fuck. Pure and simple. And he was going to make sure she knew it.

  But first he had to answer the phone. He pressed the answer button before the call went to voicemail.

  "This had better be good, Leo."

  "Don't worry, I do have news. Alan has been rambling away most of the time. He's apparently a schizophrenic who's been
off his meds for a while. A lot of it was nonsense but we did get some information out of him."

  Nathan sat on the couch, feeling the sweat from his and Christina's lovemaking under his buttocks.

  "Tell me."

  "Did you know he freelanced for your company and Jane was the one who hired him?"

  "Jane did?" Nathan pressed his fingers to the bridge of his nose. "I'm not sure if I can believe that she can be involved."

  "We have to keep an open mind, Nate."

  After Jane's behavior lately, Nathan wasn't sure what was the truth anymore. Although he was sure of one thing; Christina wanted him and he was going to have her again very soon. His cock stiffened again at the thought.

  "I know. Go on, Leo."

  "Someone emails him a list of instructions and then he carries them out to the letter. He gets paid the biggest amount of bucks in his life so he wasn't going to turn up his nose up at it."

  Nathan grunted.

  "Charming. Threatening my son and assaulting Christina were just the icing on the cake, I bet."

  "That's the thing. He says he wasn't anywhere near here last night when Chris was attacked and he claims to have been staying with his brother in Orange County when Jack's picture was taken."

  Nathan closed his eyes. The man would provide himself with an alibi.

  "Do you believe him?"

  "I do, actually. He's a geeky type who hides behind a computer. He doesn't beat the crap out of people and he draws the line at harming kids."

  "You haven't seen his emails." Nathan muttered. He sighed. "So someone else is involved."

  That didn't sound good. One person and a possible lackey he could handle but more than that and he was outnumbered. This was getting too much.

  "A heavy, probably." Leo added. Then he added: "Oh, I forgot to say earlier. The FBI called me. The waiter who set that bomb off has been found and arrested in Whidbey Island. He's not saying who hired him but he was paid really well to get rid of you. Somewhere in the region of five figures."

  Nathan grunted. At least that was some news. Now they just needed to pry the information out of him. If it had been Nathan, he would have found a way to make the man scream like an opera singer. But he knew when to leave something alone. Let the FBI deal with him.