Captured by Melinda Barron Page B

“Can I speak with her?”
    “No.” Venise stopped walking and whirled toward him. “Unless…” She grabbed the object back and pressed the buttons on it. She waited a few moments, then shook it, her frustration evident. “Damn it! Why send it down here if I can’t use it? So much for their great coverage commercials.”
    She pressed the phone back into his palm then sat down and picked up a roll. “Maybe it was your mother who’s sent the food all these years.” She took a sip from the coffee and he went to the table, picking up another cup. His hand shook a little, but he supposed that was to be expected by seeing this likeness of his mother captured in her little device.
    “Why would you say that?”
    “Maybe she made a deal with the witch. She couldn’t stand the thought of her sons in hell, so she fed them daily. And she couldn’t stand the thought of you being alone, so she sent you a companion.” She paused as if something had just occurred to her.
    “What is it?”
    “When I arrived at her home, she acted as if others would be there. It stands to reason if she sent me to you then…”
    “She sent women to my brothers, too,” he finished the sentence for her.
    “But why now?” They said they words in unison and they both laughed.
    “Jinx, buy me a drink.” She picked up her cup and took a sip. How she could drink this delicious brew so slowly was beyond him.
    “What does that mean?”
    “It’s a thing where I come from. When two people say the same thing at once, the one who speaks about it first gets a prize, and it’s usually that the other person has to buy them a drink.”
    He considered this for a long moment as he looked over her luscious body. “That means it is like a prize, this drink?”
    “Exactly.” She took another bite of her roll, then held out one for him. He stepped closer and bent over, closing his lips around her fingers and taking the sweet morsel into his mouth. He licked her finger before he released her and chewed the food. After he’d swallowed he savored the lingering taste of sweetness, missed with the saltiness of her skin, made his rod stir, not that it had stopped doing it since she’d woken.
    Rugoff eyed the coffee, then let his gaze rake her body again. He dropped to his knees in front of her, gently spreading her legs apart. Not that it took much effort. At the first application of pressure, she spread for him, hooking one leg over arm of the chair and giving him a perfect view of her beautiful core.
    He traced her slit, pushing his finger inside to feel her soft, wet folds. Then he leaned over and placed his tongue directly on her nub, pushing it into her supple flesh. Her body jerked in reaction and he pushed harder, the little nubbin throbbing under his tongue.
    He slid his tongue over her slowly, enjoying the silky feel of her as her hips moved ever so slightly as if the feel of him entranced her.
    Then he sat back and winked at her. “I am unable to buy you a drink, since I have no coin. Perhaps this will suffice for your prize.”
    Rugoff took a healthy swig of the coffee into his mouth. He swirled the hot liquid around as it warmed his cheeks, his teeth and his tongue before he let it slide down his throat. Then he leaned back in and claimed her tasty treat.
    Her sharp gasp let him know the feel of his warmed tongue provided her with a new sensation as he licked and nibbled on her enticing flesh. He relished the taste of her mixed with the sweet coffee as she rolled her hips in appreciation and cried out her delight at his attentions.
    She fisted her hands in his hair, tugging gently. The feeling shot straight to his cock and he fought the need to possess her, to rise and bend her over the table, pounding himself into her as if he could reach the center part of her body with his hardness.
    Her pleasure first , he said to himself as he took another drink, warmed his mouth one more time, then returned to his feast.
    “Rugoff, I, oh…” Her cries