The Bellator Saga: The First Trilogy (Dissident, Conscience, and Sojourn)

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by Cecilia London

Jen wiped her eyes. “I’m trying to have a moment and you two are wrecking it.”

  Caroline put her arm around Jen. “It’s okay. Change is good, right?”

  Jen looked at her skeptically. “This is a lot at once.”

  Kathleen shrugged. “Not our fault it shook out this way. But just remember you get to see Eric any time you want when you’re on the Hill, except now you’re much more important than him. Make sure Ellen tells him that every day.”

  Jen leaned in for a hug, which Caroline cheerfully provided.

  “I’m going to miss you,” she said.

  Caroline squeezed her tighter. “Stop that. You’re at a party. You can be schmaltzy tomorrow. Be happy tonight.”

  Kathleen cleared her throat. “Uh, I hope you’re going to miss me too. Third wheel over here, deprived of hugs.”

  Jen laughed and put her arm around Kathleen. “I’m definitely going to miss you too.”

  Caroline released Jen and stood up, stretching her hands out. “Come on. We’ve got a few more dances in us. Let’s make them count.”

  Kathleen jaunted over to the dance floor, but Jen held Caroline back. “You’ll answer my calls. And tell me if I’m screwing stuff up. And be willing to give me advice. Right?”

  Caroline gave her another hug. “You’re going to do fine, Jenny. I’ll always be there for you. I promise. Whatever you need. I’ll never let you down.”

  Jen beamed. “Good. Let’s dance.”

  Sneak Peek At Phoenix

  They headed down the hallway to the Presidential Suite. As if her husband would stay anywhere else. Caroline turned to Jack’s campaign manager. “How’s he doing?” she asked.

  Greg frowned. “It’s hard to deal with him when you’re not around. He turns into a giant asshole – more so.”

  She laughed. “It can’t be that bad.”

  His frown turned to a discreet non-expression. “Let’s just say I’m very glad you’re here.” Greg knocked on the door, which was slightly ajar. “He knew I was coming,” he explained. “I told him I had a donor he needed to talk to.”

  The prospect of big campaign money was probably the only thing that would keep Jack from having a stiff drink and taking a nap before facing another fundraiser. “Nicely done,” Caroline said.

  She heard Jack call to Greg to come in, and as they entered the room his tired manufactured smile relaxed into a giant grin. He’d taken his jacket off and his sleeves were rolled up. He was wearing suspenders. Caroline loved his suspenders. Jack was obviously fatigued, but his face continued to brighten as he moved toward them.

  “This is my donor?” he asked.

  She returned his smile. “I like to spend my husband’s money.”

  Jack took Caroline’s luggage out of her hands, then grabbed her around the waist and kissed her much more deeply than she would have expected with his campaign manager still standing in the room. He cut to the chase when he pulled away from her. “Greg, I want to be alone with my wife. You should probably leave now unless you want to be scarred for life.”

  Greg cleared his throat uneasily and Caroline winked at him, happy that Jack had been so pleased to see her. “What is seen cannot be unseen,” she said solemnly.

  Greg started backing toward the door as Jack started caressing Caroline’s hair. “Yes, sir,” he said.

  Caroline tried not to laugh as Jack moved behind her and started kissing the back of her neck. “Let him get out of the room before you start mauling me, Jack.” She looked at Greg, who was standing at the door awkwardly. “I’ll get him to the fundraiser on time,” she said.

  “I find that highly doubtful,” he replied, his back to them. “Keep your voices down so you don’t traumatize the interns down the hall.” He walked out, shutting the door quickly behind him.

  Before Caroline even had the chance to react, Jack spun her around and kissed her again, longer this time. He nibbled at her lips and teased her tongue until she felt her heart start to flutter. He pulled back and smiled at her seductively. “Hello, Mrs. McIntyre.”

  She threw her arms around him and hugged him tightly, burying her face in his neck, enjoying the very masculine smell of his cologne. “I missed you, Jack.” Caroline hated being at that giant estate even if the girls were with her, hated making campaign appearances without him, hated sleeping in their bed alone.

  “Me too,” Jack murmured. “But I’m very glad you’re here now.” He led her to the couch and sat down with an expectant look on his face. Caroline took off her suit jacket, pulled up her skirt, and straddled him, nuzzling his neck.

  “I have a proposal for you,” she whispered. She managed to distract him pretty quickly. It took him a minute before he responded.

  “Mmm….what’s that?

  Caroline leaned back to look him in the eye. “I’m interested in a job with your campaign.”

  “Isn’t it kind of late in the election cycle for that? It’s October.”

  “It’s come to my attention that the candidate may be in need of some personal services.” She pulled down his suspenders and began to loosen his tie.

  “Oh, and what’s your skill set?”

  “I’m a hands-on kind of gal,” Caroline said, undoing the tie completely and unbuttoning his dress shirt. “I think I could bring a lot to the team.” She pulled up his undershirt and started kissing his chest. “It seems like the future governor could afford to relax a little more.” She reached down to stroke him through his zipper.

  Jack groaned. “Jesus, Caroline.”

  She started kissing his jawline. “Plus, I have extensive experience with oral communication.” She slid off his lap, knelt on the floor and began caressing his thighs. Caroline unzipped his dress pants and was startled when his fully erect penis popped out of his boxers. “Honestly, Jack. It’s like you don’t want to give me anything to do.”

  He groaned again as she began running her hand up and down his cock. “I haven’t seen you in two weeks. Just looking at you makes me hard.”

  Caroline gazed up at him unassumingly and Jack touched her face. “I’ve missed you,” he said.

  The waning months of the campaign had started to wear on them all. “I know.”

  He began to loosen her French twist, a signal she knew well. She lowered her head and took him inside her mouth.

  “Oh God.” Jack gripped the cushions on the couch tightly as she began to tease him with her tongue, massaging his balls with her hands. “Caroline. Fuck.”

  Her hair now fell to her shoulders, and she felt Jack’s hands on the back of her head, gently pushing her toward him. She knew he was satisfied by her technique so she kept going, and soon he was growling her name, telling her all the dirty things he was going to do to her, cursing like a sailor. Suddenly he pushed her back from him.

  “I don’t want to come inside your mouth,” he said fiercely. Jack grabbed her shoulders and forced her to the floor, and she smiled. She liked when he got rough after a little foreplay. He pushed up her skirt even further and practically ripped her panties off of her. He lifted up her leg and examined one of her red patent leather shoes, which she hadn’t bothered taking off.

  “I love these,” he said. “But they’re very impractical right now.” He slipped the shoes off her feet one by one, kissing her legs in turn before lowering them back on to the floor. Jack lovingly gazed into her eyes and then down the rest of her body. “These garters. You vicious woman,” He snapped one of them against her bare skin. “You know what they do to me.”

  “I hadn’t noticed,” Caroline gasped, as his hands drifted back up her legs.

  “You’re a terrible liar,” Jack said, teasing her gently. “But I forgive you.”

  His fingers. Those goddamn fingers. Magical and torturous. “I thought you would,” she whispered.

  “I want to be inside you.” Jack swiped his thumb across her clit and Caroline moaned, grabbing his shirt. “You’re so wet,” he said, as he slid a finger in and out of her. He spread her legs apart forcefully and
entered her so quickly that she gasped again. He looked down at Caroline. “That feel good, baby?” He glided out and plunged inside her again.

  Caroline tightened her grip on the lapels of his shirt and pulled him close to her, panting with every thrust. She enjoyed the sweetness of making love, but most of the time there was nothing like a good fuck. He moved inside her again, and she couldn’t contain herself. “Oh, Jack.”

  “You like that?” He kept a steady, almost ferocious rhythm, and she sensed the warmth building inside her.

  “Yes, Jack. Please-”

  “I’m not going to stop.”

  He drove in and out of her again and again, and she screamed his name, begging him to go deeper, harder, faster, clawing at his chest and yanking on his hair, writhing on the floor beneath him, until he came inside her with a shuddering breath.

  Jack looked down at her and kissed her lightly on the lips. “Jesus Christ, woman. You’re going to kill me someday.”

  Caroline smiled lazily, tousling his hair. “I love when you do that to me.”

  “Not as much as I love doing it to you.”

  She started to gently push him off her but he held her down.

  “We’re not done yet,” he said. “Your turn.”

  “But-”

  He grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms above her head, pressing them to the floor. “No arguments.”

  Caroline really hadn’t planned on protesting much more than that and she knew he’d get the message as she closed her eyes and leaned back on to the carpet. He’d been so caught up in what they were doing that he’d finished first, something that didn’t normally happen. He was generally obsessed with making her orgasm well before he did.

  Jack pulled out of her and she sighed. He kept one of his hands wrapped tightly around her wrists and brought the other down to her lower body, shifting himself so he’d have a better angle. “I know you like it when I use my hands,” he whispered. He slid one finger inside her, smiling as she raised her hips, grinding into his hand. She’d been pretty close when he’d been inside her a minute ago and she knew it wouldn’t take long for him to finish her off. Jack slid another finger inside her, feeling her wetness mingled with his. “Oh, Caroline. I can’t wait to be inside of you again.”

  She moaned softly, responding to his touch. Jack continued to use his fingers to bring her closer, and moved them up to her clit. He began massaging it gently and she moaned again.

  “Open your eyes,” he commanded. “I want you to watch me make you come.”

  What Jack was doing to her felt so good that she wanted to lay back and enjoy it, but he knew it made her hot as all hell when he talked to her like that. Caroline’s eyes sprung open. His fingers began to move rapidly, spreading their shared wetness over her clit, and she continued to moan. She saw the heat in his eyes; he was clearly enjoying her response.

  “I love you, Jack.” She struggled against the hand holding her wrists, feeling an almost painful desire to touch his face. Jack released her wrists and began to caress her cheek with his free hand. Caroline lowered her hands and touched his lips. She gazed at him with wide eyes of her own, amazed that this incredible man belonged to her. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

  He kissed her fingers and pushed her hands away from his face. “I’m not going to stop until you come for me,” he said roughly.

  He sped his pace up again, grabbing the back of her neck forcefully, and she felt a powerful river rushing up to burst inside her. She clung tightly to his open dress shirt again, keeping eye contact with him the entire time. His blue eyes penetrated her, gazing upon her with a tremendous intensity, and she wondered how much longer she could take it before she’d have to look away.

  “Monty,” she whispered, using the pet name that he adored hearing her say. “Oh…”

  Jack could sense her building orgasm and brought his lips to hers, feeling her explode against his fingers, her cries of ecstasy muffled by his kiss. Caroline convulsed against him for a long time, almost wailing her release. He kept his mouth clamped down hard on hers, relishing the sense of control it gave him. Caroline stilled and turned her head, shakily pulling his hand away from her. Her legs were still trembling violently, and there were tears in her eyes.

  “That’s enough,” she murmured weakly.

  “For now, my love.” Jack swept the perspiration off her forehead and kissed her cheek, pulling her into his arms. “For now.”

  Bonus Scene: The Hotel

  A soft knock at the door. My guest had arrived. Very discreetly, to her credit. I didn’t waste any time, rushing to meet her. The woman breezed through the door and I locked it behind her. She gave me a puzzled look.

  “Can never be too careful,” I said.

  She stood near the couch. “I thought you said your staff was discreet.”

  “They are,” I said. “But the walls may not be thick, and I need privacy.”

  She cocked an eyebrow at me. “Oh? I was told this was a normal job.”

  “It is. But my normal may not be your normal.”

  She was stunning in a red dress and four inch stilettos. I walked over to the side table, poured a glass of scotch, and sat down. I raised my hand. Hopefully she was just as obedient as she was attractive. “Stay there,” I said. “Let me look at you.”

  She let her hands fall to her sides and lowered her head, just a little. I motioned with my finger. “Turn around.” She moved slowly. I suppressed a groan. Fuck, this was going to be entertaining. “Very nice. That red dress is quite impressive.”

  “I was told to wear this color.”

  The dress was shimmery. And tight. And very, very short. I wasn’t sure what that material was. Not sequins, not silk. But really fucking sexy. “I’m glad you wore your hair down.”

  She subconsciously brought a hand to her head. “I was told not to wear it up.”

  “You handle directions well.”

  Her cheeks turned an adorable shade of pink. “Thank you, sir.”

  I grinned. The extra touches were what mattered in situations like these. “Sir?”

  “I was told you were an important man. I’m just responding accordingly.”

  My cock twitched. Oh, how I loved a bit of power. And beautiful women. And right now I had both. I took a sip of my drink. “You know how to play the game.”

  “I try.”

  Her behavior was coy, and a little too comfortable. That needed to change. “Do you know who I am?” I asked.

  Her lips turned up, ever so slightly. “You’re running for governor.”

  “I am,” I said. “Are you from around here?”

  “I grew up in Ashtabula. That’s in Ohio,” she added.

  I tried not to laugh. “I know where it is.”

  My demeanor didn’t faze her. “Sometimes I have to explain it,” she said.

  “Not to me. How old are you?”

  “I’m thirty-seven.” Her tone was somewhat evasive. Clearly she wasn’t one to share personal information.

  “Isn’t that kind of old for this sort of thing?”

  Now she looked a little annoyed. “I’ve never had any complaints. Would you rather have a woman who didn’t know what she was doing?”

  I smiled. I’d let her get away with being a little brassy. This was going to be fun. “I guess not. What brings you to Erie?”

  Her voice changed. “You mean, besides you?”

  “Yes. Aside from me.”

  “Girl’s gotta make a living somehow.”

  Perhaps she’d had another stop before me. “What’s your name?” I asked.

  She looked a little surprised. Maybe she hadn’t anticipated another personal question. “Sable,” she said.

  “Sable? Like the animal?”

  “Kind of.”

  “Shouldn’t you be wearing a fur?” I joked.

  She laughed lightly. “It’s an unseasonably warm September night.” She reddened again. “And I wasn’t told to wear one.”

  Oh, her
voice had dipped too. That was nice. “Would you have done it, had I asked?”

  “Yes.”

  She bit her lip. How endearing. Although I suspected she could play many different roles, she was definitely going for virgin whore. Exactly as I had requested.

  She let her eyes drift down my body and let out a small laugh as her eyes reached the floor. “Your shoe is untied,” she said.

  I lifted up one of my feet. Sure enough, she was right. “Perhaps you can assist me in removing it?”

  She crossed the room swiftly and knelt before me, running her hands up and down my thighs. “Are you sure you want me to start at the bottom?”

  I groaned as her fingers inched closer to my zipper. “Yes. Work your way up.”

  She removed both shoes, placing them under the table, then laughed again.

  “What is it?” I asked.

  “You have holes in your socks.”

  “You laugh a lot for a woman of your…profession,” I said. “How long have you been doing this?”

  “Not very.” She gave me a serious, almost desperate look. “When do I get paid?”

  Was she that hard up? I pulled her onto my lap. “When I say we’re finished.”

  “Ten thousand for the night,” she said.

  “I know.”

  She ran her fingers along my hairline. “You must be a very wealthy man to agree to such an amount so quickly.”

  I trailed a finger down her neck. “I get the feeling it will be well worth it.”

  She rubbed against my thigh. “Oh, it will.”

  “I’m going to make you earn every penny.”

  “I will,” she promised.

  She was getting a little too touchy feely too fast. I held her hips and she stopped moving. “We need to set some rules.”

  “Okay.”

  “No kissing on the lips.”

  She looked disappointed. Strange. “I understand.”

  “I expect your hands and mouth to be everywhere else.”

  She nodded her head.

  Maybe my next declaration would throw her off. “I like rough sex.”

  “I can do that,” she said.

  “I’m going to fuck your pussy raw.”

 

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