Colin: McCullough's Jamboree - Erotic Jaguar Shapeshifter Romance (McCullough's Jamboree Book 1) (17 page)

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“Yes, I understand.” Lauren leaned her head against the wall. Tony was presumed dead. His body was missing, but the amount of blood in the room led them to believe that he’d crawled away and died elsewhere. The police and the army were out looking for him.

“I’m very sorry for your loss.” Lauren didn’t answer the president. Even now, she knew his words were fake, not a hint of sincerity. “He was a good man, and I think we’ll feel his loss for years to come.”

“He was the best man I ever knew. To be shot like that in a hotel room on American soil is not the way I ever thought he’d go.” The man at the other end of the phone said that he was a great American. “Yes. He was. How much effort are you putting into finding out who shot him? I’d like to be on that taskforce.”

Lauren knew just where Tony was, and how he’d gotten there. Early that morning, well before most people were up and about, Victoria had come to her and told her what she knew. Rosen had brought with him all the things that had been in Tony’s hotel room when he’d been shot.

“He reached for me…even in his last moments he reached out to me to tell me he’d been hurt. I could not leave him there if I could have a chance to save him.” Lauren told her that she understood. That she had loved him as well. “He’s not dead, darling. He’s no longer just a cat either, because I gave him my blood. I gave him a great deal. If he is converted, then he’ll be what I am with a little extra, but he won’t die. And he’s safe. As safe as you are now.”

The relief had been profound. She’d sobbed for over ten minutes, not realizing how much she really did love the man. He was a pain in her ass, but he was a good friend. And would continue to be so, thanks to Victoria.

“The police are looking into it. Do you suppose they’ll catch the man soon?” Lauren forgot about the president and turned to look at Colin when he laughed softly. “It would be a nice thing to tell his widow when we do.”

It was too much for her. This man had tried to have his family killed, then her because she’d had the nerve to intercede on their part. And all those men, most of them her friends, were dead because of him. Before she could think to curb her temper or her mouth, she blasted him.

“His wife has been gone for ten years, so I doubt much that she’ll care. And his son died when he was three, in the event you think he might care either.” It was cold, yes, but she hated this man more than she did anything in the world. And Lauren blamed him for Tony being hurt. “But I care that we find the person responsible for this. And I plan on looking into this too. No matter what it takes or who I have to take down to get justice for him.”

“Well now, Lauren dear, we don’t want to step on anyone’s toes over this. Let the police handle this. You just sit back and rest. We need you healthy. As for my not knowing about his wife, I’m sorry about that. I guess my files aren’t as up to date as yours might be.” The low growl came from the pit of her belly and spilled from her mouth just as Colin put his hand around her waist and held her. “Are you unwell?”

“I’m fine.” The bitter bite of her words burned her. She let out a long, slow breath when Colin bit gently on her shoulder. “I have to go.”

Tossing the phone in the general direction of the desk, she turned to face Colin. She needed him, right now, and tore at his clothing when he seemed content to just touch her. When his shirt was hanging limply from the top of his pants, she leaned to his chest and bit down on his hard nipple. His growl had her looking up at him.

“Strip.”
Gladly
, she thought, and started to pull off her blouse. But like her, his need was somewhat out of control and he tore her blouse and bra off her even as he lifted her up high enough that her breasts were even with his mouth. As soon as he suckled at her, she cried out with the tight hard punch of the climax it gave her.

The wall touched her bare back, and she loved the roughness of it as he devoured her. When he lifted her higher, his tongue in her navel, she held him to her, begging him to take her now. It was as if a trigger had been switched on and the need to be fucked was the only way to turn it off.

When he set her on her feet, she whimpered when he took a step back from her and told her to take the rest of her clothing off. Taking off what was left of her shirt and then her pants, she stood before him in her panties. He watched her as she spread her hands over her belly then moved them slowly down to her pussy.

“I’m wet. Can you smell me?” He said that he could and loved the smell. “Take off your pants, Colin. I want to taste you like you have me.”

“If you suck me off, I’m going to take you against that desk harder than you’ve ever been fucked before. I need to dominate you. My cat, he wants his taste too.” Her pussy flooded at his words and she slid her hand into her panties, then into her pussy. Letting her feelings come out in her moans, she moaned several more times as he unbuckled his belt, then pulled it free of the loops. “Come for me, Lauren. Then lick your cream from your fingers for me.”

She touched her clit as he pulled his pants free of his body. His boxers were wet at the tip of his cock, which was straining hard against the silk material. As soon as he rubbed his hand over his cock and moaned, Lauren came again, this time saying his name over and over as her fingers were drenched with her cream.

Slowly she moved up her body, which was still trembling with the power of her release, and rubbed her cream over her nipples before touching her tongue with her wet fingers. Colin watched her, his hand going faster and faster up and down his shaft as he did. When she stuck her fingers into her mouth and sucked them, he let his cat take him and knocked her back against the wall again.

The cat was merciless. He tore at her panties and spit them out even as she spread her legs for him. He nipped several times at her clit, bringing her twice more as he lapped at her. And when her knees could no longer hold her up, she slid down the wall and let him eat her as much as he wanted. The moment that Colin took back his body, she felt her pussy ripen for him, swell with a need she’d never experienced before.

“I want to fuck you.” Looking down at Colin as he ate her as his cat had, she nodded. “Next time you can suck me, baby. But I need to fuck you. Now. Turn over for me.”

She moved to roll to her knees, her hands braced on either side of her. When she felt Colin at her backside, she cried out with anticipation. When his hand came down on her ass, gently, like a soft feather over her, Lauren begged him to take her.

“I’m going to fuck you slowly, baby. I want to feel you tighten around me twice before I fill you.” Lauren whimpered again, begged him to give her relief now. “You’ll enjoy this more, I swear it.”

“Colin, I’m going to murder you in your sleep if you don’t fuck me now.” His cock slamming into her pussy took her breath away. And when he moved, jerking back then slamming forward again, she screamed out her release.

It was powerful but yet not satisfying. He was holding back, not giving her what she needed. As she worked her ass back, trying her best to take him deeper, he chuckled, and she knew right then she was going to get her gun and blow his dick right off. Then he did the most extraordinary thing: he pulled her body up off the floor and sat her on his cock while he fondled her breasts. She was sitting on him, his body holding hers, not just with his hands but his cock too. She was impaled over him and felt it all the way to the back of her throat.

“Come for me this way. I want to see your face when you do.” She opened her eyes, not even realizing that she’d closed them, and saw the mirror across from them. As his finger slid into her, joining his cock at her pussy, she watched as his free hand cupped her breast. “Come now, Lauren; let me see your face when you do.”

It wasn’t a matter of not doing as he requested. It was powerful, her climax, so much so that it tore from her body and seemed to be poised there for just a second before it took her again. There was nothing to stop the onslaught of emotions that filled her. The pleasure was death defying in that it seemed to give her small heart attacks with each beat of her heart. And when he bit into her shoulder, the pain of it had her reaching out for something, anything to hold onto, and she wrapped her hands over his. Lauren was falling even as he told her he was coming too.

When she woke, not only was she in bed but Colin was curled up beside her. The room was brightly lit by the sunlight that seemed to stream in more and more daily. Rolling to her back, she looked into his eyes as he smiled at her.

“You’re very impatient. Has anyone ever told you that before?” She told him most days. “I love you, Lauren. I love you with all my heart.”

“And I love you.” She rolled to her side again and looked around the room that was beginning to look homier every day. “We need more furniture in this place. Last night when your parents came over, we only had enough chairs for three people.”

“I’d love to help you out with that, but I have to go back to the plant today. They’re having issues that I started to work on but now I need to go and fix.” She turned back to look at him. “And I know you have that appointment with the company doctor. Have you decided what you’re going to say to him when he tries to tell you that you’re no longer fit to work?”

“I guess killing him isn’t going to work for you.” He shook his head and laughed. “Yeah, Tony said not to as well. But I will try and figure out who he’s on the payroll for. I mean, I know, but I want to find out who else is playing me.”

“Will you be armed when you go in?” She told him she was forever armed, and to prove her point, she reached up under the pillow they were sharing and showed him her weapon. “I see. And what if I had found that thing and accidently shot you with it?”

“Nope. You know better. I get pissy when I’m hurt.” He got up and she noticed that he was nearly dressed. “I guess it’s later than I thought it was. What time will you be back?”

“Around five or so. If I’m going to be later, I’ll call you.” He turned to her as he was tying his tie. “Or you could meet me in town for dinner. We’ve never had a date. This could be fun.”

“All right.” She got up and stretched. His growl had her turning to him. “You’re the one that put me here naked. Next time perhaps you could throw a shirt over me or something.”

“I like you naked. It makes making love to you so much easier.” He was pulling on his jacket when he turned to her again. “Pete called too. He wants to talk to you about something that happened. He called while you were sleeping. I asked him if I could help and he said no, it was for you.”

“I’m sorry, Colin. I’ll have a talk with him about being rude.” He told her he wasn’t rude, but had told him that he had to talk to her and that was fine. “I told him to think about things when they took him. He might have remembered something that he thinks is important.” Pete hadn’t left his house since the day he’d been brought there by her. Lauren had spoken to their parents a few times, and they were now working with them instead of against them about keeping them safe. “Dad said that he’s doing well. Did he sound okay to you?”

“Yes. Perfectly fine. He said that he’s been in the yard a few times, so you know. And that tomorrow he’s going to go to town with Hawkins. Hawkins said that Pete is suffering with fear badly, and that getting him out will be the best thing for him.” Hawkins would know. He’d had a big fear too after the first time he’d been shot. She’d bullied him much like she’d bet he was going to do to Pete. “I’ll call you when I get to the plant. Be careful today, and please don’t kill anyone or make me have to come and bail you out of jail, all right?”

“I’m not making promises, but I will try to be good.” She’d had him remove the tags in her body a few days ago. Boyd had been there as well, and he’d said that Colin had done a good job, and she didn’t even have a single scar to show for it. The only time she’d taken them out of her pocket was when she’d gone to find her brother. Today they were going to be shoved down someone’s throat. Or so she hoped.

As she showered, she thought of all the shit she had to do today. First she had to see the company doctor. Then she had some errands to run, such as stopping by the bank to get the paperwork started to put Colin on the accounts she had. And then there was the appointment with her attorney. Something that she knew had to be done, but nothing she was looking forward to. He was forever telling her that she needed to invest in this or that, and she was just fine in the few companies that she was in.

While in the kitchen, she was startled to hear someone pull into the drive. The sticker on the side of the car stated that they were a religious group that apparently thought a glowing cross was perfect for a logo. She supposed it was if dayglow green was a good color.

Standing just to the right of the door, she watched the two men get out and wander around like they were glad to see the bushes by her front door. Then when the younger of the two knocked, she saw his gun. Either religion had changed a great deal since she’d been away or these men were not what they had written on the side of their vehicle.

Pulling out her weapon and holding it in front of her like she knew what she was doing, Lauren opened the door just before they could ring the bell. The bigger of the two men and the older reached into his jacket, and Lauren shot between his open legs. Neither man moved after that.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” When they didn’t answer, she shot the younger one in the leg. As he dropped, she pointed her weapon at the other man. “You’ll notice I’m not the sociable type. If you don’t answer the question, the next one is going to take your head off.”

“Can I see to my partner and call for an ambulance?” She told him only if he wanted it to be his final act on this earth. “You weren’t supposed to be able to get up and around. Someone is lying on your behalf. That was really shitty of them, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, I get that a lot. I suppose it’s my charming way of opening my door. What the fuck are you doing here? I’m gonna count to five, then I’m going to start removing parts of your skull with my weapon. One. Two.”