Wanderer (The Nomad Series Book 2)

by Janine Infante Bosco

  It’s too much, always has been and always will. One touch and everything lying dormant awakens and fucking swallows us whole.

  I shrug my shoulders, setting the two bottles aside and work the buttons on my sleeves.

  “Suit yourself,” I say, rolling up my sleeves before I cross my arms against my chest and level her with a steady look, fighting the ache in my chest. “You’re mad.”

  “You’re a fucking genius,” she retorts, rolling her eyes. “Is there something you want to say? Something you want from me? If there is then please get on with it so we can forget this ever happened and I can go back to telling myself you’re dead.”

  Sparks crackle between us and the ground shakes as the past threatens to erupt and blow this fucking reunion wide open. It will be ugly, but then again the truth always is.

  Before the war implodes, before I bury the part of me she remembers and introduce her to the monster I am, I let my gaze sweep over her. Painfully I commit every feature, every curve, every fucking inch of her to my memory. The image before me will sit with the hundreds of others I hold of her in a vault inside my mind.

  So fucking gorgeous.

  “Stop looking at me like that,” she attempts to order, but her delivery is more of a plea.

  “Like what?”

  “The only way you ever have…”

  Like she’s everything.

  My whole fucking world.

  I close my eyes momentarily and suck in a breath as I prepare to introduce the only girl I’ve ever loved to the man I despise most…me.

  Cobra.

  A Satan’s Knight nomad.

  My eyes open and lock with hers before I roll my neck from side to side, cracking my knuckles. Her eyes dart to my hands and she takes another step back before lifting her wide eyes to mine. The closer I step the wider her eyes become, and fuck me, my dick twitches.

  I inch closer, breathing in her sweet scent as I bend my knees and bring us eye to eye. A part of me likes playing with her, wondering how much she’ll take and what she’ll give in return. Her small hands ball into fists at her sides as I lean into her, invading her space and reach around to grab her purse off the bed.

  Her breath hitches as I move away from her and pull her phone from her bag.

  “What do you think you’re doing?” she shrieks breathlessly.

  Ignoring her, I pull out the chair in front of the desk, flip it around and straddle it. I dig into the duffle bag propped onto the desk in search of my tools and pull out the scanner. I swipe it over the front and back of her phone, clearing it of any tracking devices.

  “The man you were with,” I start as I power off the phone and turn back to her.

  “Don’t you dare,” she seethes, charging for me. “You don’t get to ask me questions.”

  “He your boyfriend?” I ask anyway as I cross my arms on top of the back of the chair and lazily stare back at her, stoking the fire in her eyes.

  “That’s none of your business.”

  “Answer the question, Celeste.”

  “How about you answer some questions, Jagger,” she hisses. My name once sounded like a song on her lips, but now she sneers it like it’s venom poisoning her tongue.

  She leans her ass against the desk, crosses her arms under her full breasts and stares daggers at me.

  Here we go.

  The ground quakes as the story in her eyes explodes from her mouth.

  “I’ll start real simple,” she scorns, flipping her waves over her shoulder as she glares at me.

  “Why? Why did you lie to me? Why did you make me believe we were something when we were nothing? Why did you make me fall in love with you? Why wasn’t I good enough? Why didn’t you say goodbye? Why didn’t you come back? Why didn’t you call? Why did you fucking leave me?”

  Her voice turns hoarse and I watch her throat as she swallows. Pushing off the desk she steps closer to the chair and points her finger in my face.

  “How?” she shrieks and I see the tears fill her eyes. The urge to touch and heal vibrates through me and I start to slip over the edge of sanity, knowing if I touch her now I will drown.

  “How could you walk away and never look back? How was I so easy for you to forget? Please tell me how because it’s six years later and I still can’t do it! I still can’t forget any of it, and so help me God, I want to. I want to forget you. I want to forget every damn moment I spent with you and all the nightmares we faced together. I want to forget it all.”

  I stay silent and watch her take a much needed deep breath as she looks around the room.

  “Look at me,” I coax, swallowing down the lump that’s trying to choke me.

  “I can’t,” she admits, turning around.

  I jump out of the chair as she turns around and pushes the shit on top of the desk aside, searching for her phone. Her gasp vibrates through me and I know she hasn’t found her phone but the duffel bag full of guns.

  “Fuck,” I growl, grabbing her wrist. Flipping her around, I watch her spine straighten as she throws up her guard.

  “Who are you?” she whispers.

  “Not the guy you remember,” I hiss. Drawn to her like a moth is to a flame, I greedily close the distance between us, sucking the fire out of her.

  “You’re right, the Jagger you know, the guy who fucking loved you with every fucking breath he took, that guy is dead. You want answers, I’ll give you what I got but it ain’t pretty, Celeste, so you better ask yourself if you’re ready to meet Satan.”

  I don’t give her a chance to answer, deciding it is better she knows the gruesome truth. They say the truth sets us free, and she deserves to be free from the nightmare. She deserves to be free of me and the dark fucking cloud that’s been following me since we were fourteen.

  “Yeah, I left you but not because you didn’t mean anything to me,” I seethe, reaching behind her for the pack of smokes on the desk. Pulling one from the pack I push it between my lips and point my finger back at her. “Quit that shit,” I order before lighting my cigarette.

  Her brown eyes flicker in surprise and I wasn’t sure if it was my words that shocked her or the fact I was smoking.

  “Quit thinking you’re anything less than the girl I loved with every fucking fiber of my soul,” I scold, huffing out a frustrated breath. “I loved you so much, Celeste, I freed you.”

  “Freed me from what?”

  “Hell.”

  “Bullshit,” she hisses. “We survived hell, lived through it together—”

  “Baby, that was heaven,” I argue.

  I’m not sure if there is a heaven in the afterlife, but I know for certain there is one here on Earth. A realm of unsurpassed glory where there is undiminished bliss. I’ve been there and I took the trip with her.

  Holding her gaze, I point the tip of my cigarette behind her toward the duffle bag filled with enough ammo to start a massacre.

  “That over there is hell.”

  She glances over her shoulder at the guns.

  “Gonna ask you one more time, who’s the guy?”

  “Or what?” she questions as she spins around and raises an eyebrow. “You’ll shoot me?”

  With fire in her eyes, she moves her hands to her hips and taunts me with that fucking body of hers—a body that’s just as much mine as it is hers. Or it used to be anyway, it’s been a real long time since I grabbed onto those hips and buried my face between those perfect tits. A real fucking long time since I watched her ride my cock.

  A fucking eternity.

  Grinding out my cigarette in the ashtray, I keep my eyes on her watching as her eyes fill with recognition. Her eyes aren’t the only pair that tell a story, and right now she’s reading a filthy novel out of mine.

  “That mouth,” I growl, taking a dangerous step closer. Then another.

  “What are you doing?” she mutters nervously, lifting her hands to my chest in an attempt to stop me from getting any closer to her.

  “Shutting you up,” I say, bringing my
hands to her face. My hands look foreign against her creamy skin, reminding me of who I am and what I lost. For a second my conscience creeps up on me and tries to warn me off of what I’m about to do…what I’m about to take.

  Then she opens that mouth again.

  “Jagger,” she breathes.

  I kiss my conscience goodbye, fight fire with fire and take back what belongs to me by dragging my lips across hers. She gasps at the simple touch and I know the reason. I feel it too, right down to the core of my soul. My mouth pauses over hers and I wait for her lips to part before I take us both back to heaven.

  A mythical place where it’s just me and her.

  A place where sins are forgiven and innocence is restored.

  She opens for me and I slide my tongue over hers in soft, slow strokes. For a fleeting moment, I forget the years have passed us by and that we’re not just two kids standing under the bleachers unable to keep our hands off one another. For one moment, I forget we’re standing in a hotel room with the ticking clock and bag of guns. I’m still Jagger and she’s my sister’s best friend, the girl I gave her first kiss to. The same girl whose virginity I took in the back seat of my parents’ car. The first girl I ever loved—the only one I ever will. I’m not Satan’s soldier and I’m not going to leave her once we’re done. For one moment, she’s mine and there is no end in sight.

  A groan rumbles out of my throat and into her mouth as she wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me back. The softness quickly disappears and our tongues greedily lap at each other, desperate for more…so much more. My hands fall from her face and wrap around her taking purchase on her round ass. I squeeze her through the thin fabric of her little black dress, pressing her against me as I rock my hips into her.

  She breaks our kiss and touches her forehead to mine. Neither of us says a word as we stare back at one another. I lean forward and press my lips gently to the beauty mark cornering her upper lip. A moan escapes her mouth. It’s that sweet fucking sound she makes when she surrenders her body and soul to me…to the pleasure I’m going to bring her. Her moan is the kerosene that ignites the fire inside of me.

  My fingers dig into her ass as I lift her into my arms. She kicks off her shoes and wraps her legs around my waist. I turn us around, stride to the king-size bed centered in the room and drop her onto the edge. She inches back onto the bed but I grab her hands and pin them to her sides.

  “Where do you think you’re going?”

  She doesn’t answer me but stares back, questioning me with her eyes. I squeeze her hands before I drop them and begin to untuck the dress shirt from my tailored pants.

  “Don’t fuck like I used to,” I explain as I keep my eyes trained to her and undo the buttons of my shirt. “I’m a whole lot more selfish and a fuck of a lot more patient. Been a long time since I had you, Cel, and if tonight is all I get then you better fucking believe with everything in you I will take my time with you. I will enjoy you…fucking savor you, your pussy will never forget who it belongs to.”

  I shrug out of my shirt, let it drop to the floor and hold her gaze as I point to her legs.

  “Spread your legs, baby, give me what belongs to me.”

  Kneeling before her, I place my palms on her knees and watch as she inches her legs apart.

  “Wider,” I command.

  “Jagger,” she hisses.

  “Wider,” I repeat.

  She’s like silk under my fingertips as my hands glide up her thighs to the hem of her dress. Crawling between her legs, I push her dress up her thighs until it pools around her waist. My hands find her bare ass and I growl like a fucking starved animal as I grab her and drag her closer until her ass hangs off the foot of the bed.

  Her hands shake as they brush against mine, reaching for the elastic of her panties. I push her away and hook my fingers around the lace, dragging it down her legs.

  “Keep your hands at your sides,” I instruct as I caress the inside of her thighs. “Don’t lean back either. I want your eyes on me. I want them pinned between your legs watching me eat your pussy. Burn that memory to your brain, baby girl…burn it to your soul.”

  I glance at her hands and watch her knuckles fade to white as she clutches the comforter before bending my head.

  Her gasp echoes in my ears, drowning out the sound of my growl as my eyes drift down to her sleek pussy, perfectly pink and so fucking soaking wet. I swipe my index and middle finger over her, straight down to her ass and back up again before spreading my two fingers wide, opening her up to me. My mouth hovers over her exposed flesh, blowing against her teasingly before my tongue takes its first lap of heaven and washes away my sins.

  I don’t know who the lucky motherfucker will be that gets all of this when I’m gone. I don’t want to even think about it. I just want to love her now.

  My tongue presses against her clit and I shove my fingers in and out of her tight cunt all the while wishing it was enough. Enough that she’ll remember me when the dust settles, that she’ll remember this one fucking night for the rest of her life.

  She grinds her pussy against my face, using the coarse hairs of my five o’clock shadow to enhance her pleasure. My fingers curl inside her as I suck on her clit and breathe through my nose, wishing I could carry the scent of her pussy with me as I wander the world aimlessly.

  “I can’t…” she cries, defying me as she runs her hands over my head and pushes the back of my head deeper between her legs.

  I release her clit, grazing my teeth over her pulsating flesh.

  “You didn’t listen,” I sneer, pulling my fingers out of her.

  “What…what’re you doing?” she stammers.

  “Told you to keep your hands on the bed, didn’t I?”

  “Jagger…”

  “Wanted to come, didn’t you? You were so close…wanted it so bad.”

  Panting, she narrows her eyes and watches as I take my fingers, coated in her essence, and press them under my nose. I take a deep breath, inhaling her scent before trailing my fingers down my body and undo the button on my pants. Tugging down the zipper, I tip my chin toward her.

  “You’re going to come, baby…all over my fucking cock,” I vow as I drag my pants down my legs. “Take your dress off, Celeste. I want to suck on those tits of yours.”

  “Stop teasing me, Jagger,” she hisses as she stands from the bed. In one fluid motion her dress is over her head and on the floor, baring her perfect tits to me. “I don’t like games,” she adds, closing the distance between us as she reaches for my cock.

  “You don’t like losing,” I reply.

  “I don’t like surrendering control,” she corrects, cupping my heavy balls in the palm of her hand. “You’re not the only one here reclaiming what’s yours and I’m not the only one who will leave this room with memories. Now, lay down on the bed so I can sit on your cock and take back what’s mine.”

  Fuck.

  Before I can tame the beast inside of me I lunge for her and thread my fingers deep into her blonde hair. My mouth crashes over hers silencing her.

  That mouth.

  That fucking mouth of hers.

  I’ll remember her mouth.

  I’ll remember the way it fought mine for control, the way it tasted and all the sounds that escaped it.

  Without breaking the kiss, we move back to the bed and she pushes me down. My back hits the mattress and my legs hang off the foot of it, but I don’t move. I grab my cock, give it a nice long pull from tip to root and then pat my thighs.

  “Get on, baby,” I growl as she stares at my cock. “Come home.”

  Her eyes lift to mine as she braces her hands on my shoulders and climbs onto my lap. She leans into me.

  “I hope this night haunts you for the rest of your life,” she whispers against my mouth, rubbing her pussy over the head of my cock. “I hope walking away from me again becomes your biggest regret,” she sneers as she finally takes my cock deep inside of her. Innocence and sin right there between us, reminding u
s of who we were, what we lost and the sad story of what we became.

  “I hope it kills you as much as it’s going to kill me,” she whispers.

  Fully seated, her body becomes perfectly still and I lift my hands to brush the hair from her face and stare into her eyes, watching as a lone tear escapes the corner of her eye.

  “I hate you,” she whispers.

  I shake my head, swipe the pad of my thumb across her lower lip and arch my hips slightly.

  “You don’t. You wish you could, but even after everything, every lonely night, every tear, you can’t hate me,” I say, brushing my lips softly against hers.

  “It’s all good, baby, I hate myself enough for the both of us.”

  Keeping us joined, my hands move to her ass and carefully I flip her onto her back. I don’t move at first, allowing us both to savor the moment of being one again. I rotate my hips, pull out slowly and drape one of her legs over my shoulder. Her fingers nip at my ass, begging me to give her what she needs. I slowly fill her again. Her pussy welcomes every inch of me as I ease back in. There is nothing between us and having her all around my cock is enough to send me over the edge.

  I can’t control myself and my thrusts become harder, rougher—so fucking out of control that every time my cock slams into her I wonder if I’ll break her. A voice inside tells me I need to slow down that I should savor this, but as I look into her eyes and hear my name fall from her lips, I lose myself.

  Skin slaps against skin, breaths become gasps and cries fade into prayers as she claws my back. Lifting her hips one final time before her pussy tightens around my cock, she screams my name begging for more, taking it as one orgasm blends into another.

  It’s fucking beautiful.

  It’s fucking everything.

  Her body falls lax as I continue to pump her, circling my hips as I bend down and take her mouth with mine. Her lips part and with the taste of her on my tongue I let go, branding her forever mine as my release shoots through her.

  Her.

  Always fucking her.

  Always mine.

  Chapter Four

  We were seventeen the first time we had sex. Two inexperienced kids fumbling around in the back seat of his dad’s car. It didn’t matter that we had fooled around a bunch of times, nothing could have prepared me for that night and how fucking badly it hurt. I remember feeling disappointed when it was over, but when Jagger grinned as he pulled out of me I forced a smile because I was no Debbie Downer. It was obvious he enjoyed the six minutes we spent fogging up the windows.