Harder Than Stone

by Jacey Ward

  “Oh, please,” she choked, falling back against the pillow, her fingers curling into the sheets at her side. Jameson took her cries as encouragement, his lips suctioning against her throbbing clit as his fingers slid in and out, bringing her closer to the climax she’d unknowingly been seeking from the minute she’d gone searching for Jameson.

  He purred, the vibration bringing her to the heights she needed and with a low moan, Audrey permitted herself to let go against his rasping tongue in a wave of hot release.

  Over and over, she came, the moisture of her release continuing to coat his tongue.

  “Holy God!” she breathed. “I-I can’t stop coming.”

  Jameson’s head came up from between her thighs, his green eyes glittering as he stared at her.

  “Good,” he growled, climbing on top of her. At some point he had lost his pants, his rod as huge as she had felt it to be when she’d pressed against him.

  Her legs slid up to wrap around him, her neck craning up to kiss his lips as he maneuvered even deeper.

  With a fluid thrust, he was inside her and Audrey cried out, her nails digging into him but his mouth stopped her screams from escalating as she tried to wrap her legs tighter around him. Her mind was still trying to grasp the sheer size of his cock as she pressed her heels into his back, urging him even deeper inside.

  Low groans escaped him and Audrey sucked him inside her, feeling him reach depths she never knew anyone could.

  “So…tight…” he growled, his movements becoming full, hard and swelling. She clenched the walls of her pussy around him, taking him with gasps of pleasure, knowing that the harder he moved, the faster she would come again too.

  “D-don’t stop,” she begged, her eyes glassy as she stared at him but she knew he had no intention of doing anything of the sort.

  He buried his face into the curve of her shoulder, muttering hotly into her ear.

  “I’ve wanted to have you since the moment I first saw you,” he hissed. More wetness coated her canal, the words sending a rush through her.

  “Me too,” she murmured but the sentiment was lost against a low, deep groan and inside her, she felt his cock swell to its full size, filling her to her breaking point.

  Jesus Christ! She heard him groan inside his own mind.

  Suddenly, he withdrew, leaving Audrey gaping at him in shock. She didn’t have a chance to react, as he turned her body over, positioning her on all fours. She let her cheek drop down to the pillow as he spread her legs wide.

  Jameson used his fingers to spread the moisture dripping from her core, back to her most sensitive opening.

  “W-what are you doing?” she cried out with surprise.

  He rose, positioning his raging shaft between her drenched middle and slowly, he pushed his way into her throbbing hole, his fingers manipulating the sensitive nub of her clit as he worked his way inside her. The fiery sensations were driving her passion higher and higher, the stretch and burn from her bottom sending jolts of pleasure to her clit.

  “Oh, fuck,” he groaned. “Damn, you’re beautiful, sweetheart. Look at that…”

  Audrey cried out as he pressed his cock deeper inside her, face pressed to the pillow as he made himself fit into a place that should never have easily taken him.

  “Oh my God! Oh…” She spasmed, realizing that his fingers were bringing her to another climax as his thrusts grew harder and faster.

  “Come for me again,” he ordered her, his voice gruff and even if she had wanted to fight it, she was powerless to stop the spasms of pleasure that gripped her whole body, mind, and soul. Her release spilled over his fingers as his shaft exploded inside her.

  In unison they moaned, their cries echoing through the small hut so loudly that they must have scared the exotic birds from their roosts in the jungle.

  With a sigh, Jameson fell on top of her, his cock still quivering as he finished. Audrey didn’t move at all, lest she lose the intoxicated pleasure which engulfed her.

  “Jesus,” Jameson said again, kissing the nape of her neck. “Why haven’t we done this before?”

  Audrey snickered and shifted slightly so that she could see his face.

  “You’re asking me?” she replied playfully. “We do seem to find ourselves in the same places at the same time with our careers.”

  Their eyes met and they shared an almost shy smile.

  You can’t be bashful now. A second ago, you were begging him not to stop screwing you.

  “I don’t hate you, you know,” Jameson told her and slowly, they disentangled themselves from one another. He caught the playful twinkle in the depths of her eyes.

  “That’s good to know, given what we just experienced ... however, I never thought you did.”

  “I just don’t agree with your methods—”

  “Can we not talk about work right now?” Audrey asked pleadingly. “I was kind of hoping to just forget about the outside world for the day.”

  Jameson studied her face closely.

  “Is that why you agreed to come here? To shut it all off for a while?”

  Audrey tensed, her jaw locking.

  So much for not talking about work.

  “Something like that,” she said stiffly, sitting up. Her body was sore in places she didn’t know existed.

  “Sorry,” Jameson told her quickly, sensing her mood shift. “I was only asking because that’s why I agreed to come. I needed a break from the whole speaking circuit.”

  “Is the Upper East Side wearing you down?” Audrey teased, eyeing him through her peripheral gaze as she slipped her tank top back over her head.

  “Something like that.”

  She nodded.

  “I’m happy to get away for a while too,” she replied. “And this is going to help a lot of kids.”

  She found her underwear and shorts. As she slipped them on, she could feel Jameson watching her and the knowledge gave her a fission of pleasure.

  I might be on the run out here but it doesn’t have to be lonely. There’s no one here to see us. We can have fun for a few months before we have to go home.

  “Don’t you think it’s odd that they brought two psychiatrists here?” Jameson asked and she turned around to face him.

  “As a matter of fact, I do, but the way Bennet sold it to me, this hospital will be the first of its kind with any kind of mental health treatment.”

  Jameson’s eyes narrowed.

  “Yeah, he told me the same thing but even so…”

  “I’m not really looking a gift horse in the mouth,” Audrey said, offering him a tight smile.

  “A gift horse? Surely you’re not making anything comparable here as you were on your tour.”

  Shit. I said too much.

  “It’s not about the money, for me ... it never has been.”

  She didn’t add anything else but she could hear Jameson’s thoughts easily.

  “So…” he said and she turned to look at him fully. “You up to exploring San Antonio with me?”

  The offer was unexpected and a relieved smile formed on Audrey’s face.

  “Yes,” she laughed. “I think I am. Like you said, there’s not much we can do around here until they officially open the doors.”

  He grinned back and rose to dress also.

  “I’ll tell Bryan we’re going together.”

  “Is he taking you to town?” A small spark of alarm touched her although she couldn’t say why exactly.

  “Is that a problem?”

  “No,” Audrey said quickly. “I was just wondering.”

  He jumped into his khakis and grabbed his button-down shirt off the ground near the foot of the bed before heading toward the door but Audrey didn’t move.

  Jameson paused at the doorway and cast her a curious look.

  “Are you coming?” he asked, arching a dark eyebrow.

  “Yeah,” she said, forcing a smile. “Yes, let’s get out of here.”

  As they made their way out into the shady sunshine of the ju
ngle, Audrey suddenly realized why she was so uneasy.

  The huts, the remoteness. This is exactly the same set-up as the compound.

  The understanding hit her like a physical blow.

  She had spent her childhood yearning to escape the compound, to live her life free and clear of Oculus and instead, she had come full circle, running from a new agency and living in hiding.

  History is always destined to repeat itself. You know that.

  She gritted her teeth and shook her head as Jameson wandered off to find Bryan.

  I’m not staying underground. After my contract is up here, I’m going back to the States and I’ll face all these demons head on. I won’t live my life like this, not when I’ve worked so hard to become who I am.

  She knew she wouldn’t be able to do it alone, that she would need to bring her family into the fold but it was better than running, wasn’t it?

  A moment later, Jameson returned, Bryan sauntering behind him, a sullen expression on his face.

  “Shall we?” Jameson asked and Audrey bobbed her head, following the men toward the nearby caravan.

  But you don’t need to think about Oculus or the CIA right now. You have six months to develop a plan, out here where no one can get you.

  The notion gave her a burst of confidence and a smidgen of hope as she rested her eyes on Jameson.

  And in between that planning and helping the orphaned children, I can enjoy myself a little.

  She wondered who she was lying to. Audrey knew she was going to enjoy her time with Jameson a lot.

  Chapter 6

  The ride from La Esperanza to San Antonio was about an hour and Jameson noted that Audrey seemed tense, particularly when Bryan dominated the conversation, with questions about her.

  “You are well known in America, Dr. McMahon,” the man said as he steered the caravan through the narrow jungle paths.

  “Is that a question?” Audrey asked and Jameson found himself looking at her with surprise. He knew her well enough to know that being rude was not really her flavor.

  Bryan chuckled but there was no mirth in his tone.

  “No. I was merely stating a fact.”

  “Hm.”

  Audrey looked out the window as if she was trying to end the conversation.

  “McMahon. That is not a very common last name, is it?”

  “It’s common enough,” Audrey told him curtly, shooting Jameson a wary look that he didn’t understand.

  What’s going on here?

  For the first time, Jameson began to feed into Audrey’s apprehension although he couldn’t say why.

  “Do you have a large family, Dr. McMahon?”

  Audrey’s head swiveled slowly like she was a possessed children’s doll, her sooty eyes becoming slits as she studied the driver.

  “That depends on your definition of large, doesn’t it?”

  Jameson opened his mouth to object to the pointed questioning, not comprehending what was happening but knowing that Bryan’s queries were making his new lover uncomfortable.

  “Your English is excellent, Bryan,” Audrey said before Jameson could speak. “Where did you learn it?”

  Bryan lifted his eyes and stared at her through the rear-view mirror.

  “My mother was American,” he said and Audrey nodded.

  “That certainly explains it,” she said but Jameson could plainly see she wasn’t convinced by his explanation.

  His English is really good, Jameson realized. He hadn’t given it much thought until that moment.

  “Where were you raised, Dr. McMahon?”

  “Bryan, how long is the drive to town?” Jameson interjected, trying to take Bryan’s attention from Audrey.

  Bryan’s mouth pursed and he cast Jameson a sidelong look.

  “Five minutes, maybe less.”

  “Great. I’m starved. I hope there’s a good place to eat. Any recommendations?”

  Bryan scoffed openly.

  “Hardly. This is not a tourist attraction, Dr. Landry. This is a small town with a sprinkling of houses.”

  “Oh no. Well, how far is the nearest city?”

  “I don’t have time to take you to the nearest city.” There was ice in Bryan’s tone as his face twisted into a scowl. “I barely have time to take you now.”

  “Too bad,” Jameson sighed. “I was really looking forward to getting in touch with the local culture.”

  Bryan didn’t say anything but in less than a minute, a tin-roofed village appeared before them.

  San Antonio was a sleepy, quintessential Central American town, boasting little more than a church and a hamlet of tired, dusty shops and houses.

  Tucked between Diriomo and Granada, it doesn’t have ties to either “major” city and claimed little in the way of entertainment, but Jameson hadn’t expected much. He had seen it when the plane had landed there upon his arrival and he’d only asked Bryan the inane questions to keep him from peppering Audrey with questions.

  “I will be back in two hours. Right here,” Bryan told them as he stopped the van. “Please, do not be late. I have much too much to do.”

  “Two hours.” Jameson glanced at his sports watch and nodded as Audrey checked her Fitbit.

  “Thanks, Bryan,” Jameson said brightly, jumping from the van and extending his hand for Audrey to take. She accepted it and allowed herself to be led from the van without a word to the driver. The door barely closed before Bryan took off, leaving them in a cloud of dust.

  “We can take a trip to the city later in the week if you want,” Jameson offered brightly, noting the drawn look on his companion’s face. “I should have warned you that San Antonio doesn’t have a lot in the way of nightlife.”

  Audrey didn’t say anything, her brow knit as she stood in place, her eyes trained in the direction of the caravan which had already disappeared.

  “Audrey?”

  “Hm?”

  “Are you all right?”

  She forced a smile and nodded quickly.

  “Yes. Of course. Let’s go explore, shall we?”

  He realized she still held onto his hand and he squeezed it gently as she moved toward the tiny town beyond.

  “He asks a lot of questions, huh?” Jameson asked as they walked through the beautiful, untouched streets. Several locals cast them curious stares but everyone smiled back when Jameson beamed.

  This is how people should live. Simply and compassionately. Maybe with less poverty but certainly with this amount of grace and civility.

  “Does he ask you the same questions?” Audrey replied. “Bryan? Does he give you the Spanish Inquisition?”

  “No,” he said slowly. “That was weird, right?”

  Audrey didn’t speak but he noticed that she looked over her shoulder, biting on her lower lip.

  “How did you get approached to come here?” she asked urgently, her gaze moving toward his face.

  “I asked you if you wanted to come to town,” he reminded her dryly.

  “Not here today. Here to Nicaragua. To the hospital.”

  His brow knit.

  “Bennet sent my assistant a letter and I responded to it. We met for lunch and he offered me the job.”

  “You never knew Bennet from before?”

  He shook his head.

  “No. I never heard of him before I Googled him.”

  “Shit.” Her gait quickened slightly and Jameson realized she was leading him away from town.

  “Where are you going?”

  She paused abruptly and looked at him.

  “I have no idea,” she confessed. “But something’s wrong. It’s all wrong.”

  “Okay, I think you’re having buyer’s remorse about giving up your posh life in the States,” he told her, half-jokingly. “But after the initial culture shock wears off, I’m sure—”

  “I’m not having culture shock or buyer’s remorse,” she barked angrily. “I walked into a trap.”

  “A trap?” he laughed but his mind was whirling.

>   I should have known she was unstable. She can’t preach all that hocus pocus crap and be mentally sound.

  “I am not crazy!” she snapped at him and his head jerked up in shock.

  “I-I never said you were,” he replied quickly, mustering his therapist voice to placate her. “I’m sure you believe your fears are very real.”

  She looked at him for a long moment, her expression indecipherable.

  “What?” he asked finally, uncomfortable that she didn’t speak.

  “Are you with them?”

  “With who?” He tried, unsuccessfully, to keep the exasperation from his voice.

  Not only am I going to have to spend the next two hours with this lunatic, I’m going to be working with her for six months.

  To his amazement, Audrey exhaled and relief colored her face.

  “Okay,” she said but it was more to herself than him. “Okay.”

  “Maybe we should go and find a place to sit down in the shade,” he suggested comfortingly. “It’s really hot and I could use some water.”

  And some witnesses.

  “You don’t need witnesses, Jameson,” Audrey said quietly. The blood drained from his face.

  “W-what did you just say?”

  “I said, you don’t have to worry about me going crazy. You don’t need witnesses.”

  “I-I never said anything like that.”

  “No,” she sighed, folding her arms over her chest. “You only thought it.”

  “I didn’t!” he squeaked, the indignation faltering.

  How the hell could she know what I was thinking verbatim?

  “I know a lot of things,” Audrey told him aloud and his jaw slacked with surprise.

  “W-who are you?” he choked, stepping back. “What is this?”

  “That’s what I’m trying to figure out. Have you worked with the CIA?”

  “The CIA?”

  “The Central Intelligence Agency?”

  “I know who the CIA is, Audrey. And no, I haven’t. Whatever you’re mixed up in…”

  She still sounds paranoid, he realized. Is she in a delusional state right now?

  He leaned forward to casually look at her pupils but she shoved him back.