Revved Up Soul

Chapter 31

Jasmine

Wondrous, his lips were like heaven made real – they were almost as good as Luke's.

Almost.

It felt like the air was punched from her then, and Jasmine pulled away, looking down at the addled Augustus, his grey-green eyes glinting up at her. Jasmine blinked, why did I just think that? Heat rippled through her body like fire made flesh, anger blooming against the crown of her head.

He doesn't taste as good as Luke . . . I-I'm a horrible person, how can I even think—

"You okay?" Augustus husked. No, no I'm not.

"Yeah," Jasmine breathed, "fine." She leaned back into the man's lips, kissing them harder and fuller than before – it wasn't that she felt nothing for the man; her heart felt that familiar finger of happiness press up against it. She still wasn't sure if she should call the police on that crazy B from earlier, as much as she hated it, she knew that she would have to talk to Luke again. If she did involve the police, it might make things complicated for herself and Luke's MC – Jasmine decided it probably best to consult the man first.

It was then that she felt Augustus' hand crawl around her back, his hands were strong and rough and wonderfully masculine. She let her tongue slip inside of the man's mouth, just a little bit – feeling his own, which was soft and playful. Dark adrenaline shot through her and she whined against Augustus' mouth when she felt his hand squeeze tight her ass.

Oh god that feels so good. She knew that he was sick and hurting; even despite conflicting feelings, she really wanted to jump his bones again and feel his hardness deep inside of her. Her clit throbbed, demanding attention – the lines of her sex started to wet the lining of her cotton panties.

Jesus, she thought as his hand moved to the other cheek.

Jasmine moved from the doctor's lips down his neck, giving him gentle sucks and nibbles as she worked her way to the lobe of his ear – letting her breath seductively tickle it before bringing her mouth to it, sucking it carefully, her teeth grazing against just a bit.

Augustus let out a rough moan of appreciation, his hand continuing to knead at her ass.

Giving a little laugh, she worked her lips down from the man's neck to his chest, kissing against the fabric of his dark brown v-neck shirt. She thought about how it hugged tightly the man's exquisite body; he had a barrel chest and broad shoulders, and though he wasn't completely jacked – Jasmine knew that he kept in shape.

Augustus squirmed against the couch, his muscles seeming to tighten up.

"Sorry," Jasmine offered sweetly, she hated seeing him suffer. She peeled off his sweat soaked shirt, revealing his hairy chest – she kissed up it, loving the way he moved with every bite of her teeth against his warm skin. "You don't have any more . . . do you?"

"No," Augustus breathed, "that was the last of it. I was desperate."

Eyebrows rising, "Are you lying to me?"

"No," he said, "no, I swear." She believed him.

"Good," Jasmine murmured, a heat pooling at the base of her sex as she slowly licked her way down to the man's waist; noting the hard mast pushing up against his sweats before peeling them off. "Just relax," she purred, taking his sword deep within her mouth.