Predatory Game (GhostWalkers 6)

She didn't even turn her head his way. She kept that soft, dreamy look on her face, the small half smile, and she looked as if she was very interested in the dancers.

"I'm listening."

Even her voice was perky, damn her, but he knew. He knew with every fiber of his being. Look at me now! It was a command, sharp and firm and demanding.

Startled, her eyes met his in shock.

Do you honestly believe that I would betray you? Don't look at anyone else. Look at me. Do you think I brought you here so that bastard Whitney could take you away from me?

He was furious with her--that she could believe such a betrayal. And hurt. God, it hurt like a son of a bitch. He wanted to shake her, so much so that he didn't dare put his hands on her. The table vibrated beneath his palms. Ken shot him a quick inquiry, but Jess ignored him, holding Saber's gaze. Answer me, damn it, is that what you think of me? That I would hand you over to him after living with you for nearly a year?

She moistened her lips, her only nervous gesture. She didn't even blink, but stared him right in the eye. Her gaze shifted back to the crowd. His heart slammed hard in his chest, one jolt and his stomach felt as if he'd been sucker punched.

Ken shifted slightly, better to protect Jess if need be. The gesture irritated him. The damn wheelchair again. I don't need protection and certainly not from Saber.

The table's shaking. Ken's voice was mild.

She thinks I betrayed her.

That would be a natural reaction. She's spotted the team. She knows Mari and I are part of it. She's not stupid, Jess. If she's running from Whitney, she has to think this is a setup. What would be the chances it's a coincidence?

Get rid of the ego and focus. Jess winced. He heard the echo of that thought and ducked his head, even as he still held Saber's gaze. He let out his breath and tried to see things from her point of view.

"All right, baby. Let's see if I can clear a few things up for you. Ken and Mari are part of a Special Forces team known as the GhostWalkers. Mari escaped from a research facility run by Dr. Whitney. Ken, Mari, and a few of the others came to help because you and I have been under surveillance. I don't know if you're on the run and Whitney's found you, or whether he's watching me, but either way, I figured we needed help."

There was a dead silence as she stared at him, shocked that he'd disclosed as much as he had. Did she dare believe him? She glanced at Mari, but her gaze jumped back to Jess. In spite of herself, her pulse quickened and hope leapt. Was there a chance he was telling the truth? If you're lying to me, Jesse, I swear I'll kill you before they take me. She deliberately spoke in his mind to let him know she had power too.

"Fair enough, Saber. But you tell me the truth. I laid my cards out on the table. I expect you to do the same."

"How many of your men are here?"

"Five. And a sleeper hanging back."

She inhaled sharply. He had called in a full team. Each GhostWalker would have a different skill and they would be lethal. "You have a lot of friends." She couldn't hope to take them all. She wasn't that kind of warrior. Sending up a little prayer that he was telling the truth, she caught at his watch. "Let's go home." Because if we're going to discuss this, I want it to be between you and me. I don't trust anyone else. And I don't feel safe surrounded by that many enhanced soldiers.

He flashed a small, encouraging smile. At least she wasn't making a break for it. They're supposed to make you feel safe.

"Well, it's not working." She slid out of the chair, avoiding getting too close to Ken. He was a big man and obviously strong.

"We'll escort you home," Ken said. "And leave you alone once you're settled in and your security is on."

Jess nodded and wordlessly followed Saber out of the club.

Glee filled him. He was ecstatic as he turned on her CD player and stripped off his clothes. He wanted to hear her voice, that sexy, husky whisper that crawled over his skin and into his body, but the music would do and at least he could smell her. He lay in her sheets and rolled around before hopping up to drag open the dresser drawers. In the top one he found treasure.

Silky thongs and lacy bras in all colors. He selected several and pulled them out along with two pairs of boy short underwear cut high along the butt. Holding them to his nose, he inhaled and then rubbed them over his body. Every time he saw her now he'd picture her wearing silk and know he had touched them, held them to him, rubbed his shaft until he came again and again with them. He lay back and began, using an almost transparent blue pair wrapped around the length of him, while the music played and his body hummed. He pictured her tied down and helpless, waiting for his attention after the others had beaten Calhoun into a bloody mess. Maybe he'd take her right there by the body. He'd take his time, making her pay for that kiss in the park. Tonight was going to be perfect. His body arched, his hips jerked, and he watched with satisfaction as he sprayed his cum all over her sheets and underwear.

CHAPTER 9

"You haven't said a single word all the way home," Jess said. "I thought we were going to talk."

"Not in the car." Saber knew she sounded clipped, but she couldn't help it. She wanted to believe in him, but betrayal in her business was a way of life. It would be like Whitney to engineer a way to make her fall in love so she could see how futile it would be for someone like her to try to have a life.

Jess glanced at her as he pulled the van into the garage. She held herself stiff--away from him--as though if he touched her she might break. So he didn't, although it was hard to fight his instincts. He turned off the car and sent word. We're in for the night. Saber isn't going to be going to work. I'll have her call the station and take a sick day. Thanks, everyone.

They sat in the dark when he switched off the lights. Saber sighed and took the plunge. "I know once Whitney decides he wants you, there's no way to fight him. He has so much power, so much money, and all the newest gadgets available to him. He has research centers set up all over and if one place is discovered, he just moves on to the next. If I don't keep running, I'm vulnerable."

"They took one down just recently. He isn't untouchable, Saber."

"Yes, he is. None of us exist, Jesse.

If he wants us dead, we're dead and no one's the wiser. He's building an army and he's got tentacles everywhere. We'll never be safe, either one of us. I know how easy it is to kill someone." She glanced around the large garage uneasily. "I don't want to talk out here."

"Even if he got a bug inside, the frequency would be jammed." It wasn't that she looked scared, more...defeated. Whitney had been the one constant adult in her life and he seemed all-powerful to her. "Come on. I'll give you a ride into the house." He knew he shouldn't have offered, she wasn't ready yet to trust him all the way, but she looked vulnerable and fragile and he wanted--no, needed--to comfort her.

Saber opened the passenger door as he hit the lift button, choosing instead to hop out on her side. The moment her feet hit the ground, she knew they were in trouble.

Jesse! She couldn't help the warning, even as it occurred to her he'd sprung a trap. There were no witnesses to see her taken. She'd been stupid. So stupid. She wanted to believe him so much she'd just gone quietly back to the house, and now she was trapped in a small space with no help.

Three men. They were big too. They emerged from the shadows, grinning like apes, standing shoulder to shoulder, menacingly, silently. Just their silence was a threat. The huge, ham-like fists were opening and closing as they slowly spread out. She heard movement behind her and knew she was trapped between the men and the van.

How many, baby?

His voice was calm, reassuring, and it steadied her because he was on her side--there had been no betrayal. She was trained to hear, to feel the rhythm in people, and she knew a lie when she heard one. Jess wasn't lying. He was fighting with her and he was in a wheelchair. She couldn't just escape. She had to win, to defeat. No one could be left standing to get to Jess.

Three in front, one behind me. She had to get to Jess and protect him. They would hear the lift as he lowered it to get himself out of the van. Take the van out of here, call for help. Your team has to still be close.

Are you out of your mind? I'm not leaving you. I'm coming out.

He just had to be a hero. It would make it more difficult to fight, trying to protect him while she fought her way free, but she recognized that there was no arguing with him. And the men were moving in on her. Wait. I'm going under the van and out the back. Don't draw their attention until I'm there.