Saving Sara (Masters of the Castle) by Maren Smith Read Free Book Online Page B

and everything, no fooling we’ve got a pit in the basement for just that purpose—and all for just one night of his undivided attention. The man is gorgeous personified. I swear he’ll curl your toes with a word and a look.”
    Kade was going to top her?
    Jackson sat frozen, a slow bubbling fury growing in the pit of his stomach, filling him up inside until it had become a roiling boil of temper he almost couldn’t control. The urge to launch himself off this bench and search out Kade became overwhelming. Kade was his friend; right now, Jackson wanted to hurt him so badly he could taste it, coppery and metallic, like blood on his tongue.
    So. The situation was settled. He could go back to work now, knowing Sara was in good hands. Kade’s hands. God help him.
    Jackson stood up. He had to go back to work. He’d woken up this morning never expecting he’d ever see Sara again, so really, there was no reason he couldn’t put her from his mind now. Pretend she wasn’t here. Pretend he’d never received that call or seen her huddled like a wadded-up tissue on the floor of the men’s bathroom. Nothing from this moment on had to be any different from what it had been a few hours ago, before she’d dropped so unexpectedly back into his life.
    Except that, no matter what he did for the rest of the day, when it came time to roll himself back into bed, he would go with images of Sara in his head. He would see her with Kade’s hands moving over her body, twisting at her nipples to wring the wanton gasps from her lips and stroking between her legs to feel for himself that growing saturation that Jackson would have given his left nut to bury himself in. Kade’s goddamned hands catching at her clit, alternately pleasuring and punishing until she was incapable of holding still for him. Until she was mindless in how much she wanted him.
    Kade was going to fuck her.
    Jackson could barely see the wall directly in front of him. All he wanted to do right now was kill his friend.
    He should go back to work, but Jackson didn’t. He watched until Sara was gone—she hadn’t looked back at him, not one time—and then he got up and walked into Marshall’s office.
    The Castle’s most sought-after Master was sitting at his desk, reviewing notes in Sara’s file and making a few new ones in the margins of her application. Shaking his head once, he crossed out a line, and then shook his head again, only glancing up for a second when Jackson quietly shut the door behind him. “What a mess.”
    “What a jerk,” Jackson corrected, and it took everything he had not to show the depths of his disgust by growling.
    Marshall’s snort of agreement was as close as he’d ever come to maligning a paying customer. “I want this treated carefully,” he said, studying the open file. “If she leaves the scene, it’s not going to be because of anything that happened in my castle.”
    Jackson crossed the rug, head cocked. “Is that what she said? She wants to leave?”
    “Not in so many words, but it’s all over her face. She wants to go home, but the next bus isn’t scheduled to arrive until ten, tomorrow morning. That gives us—” Marshall consulted his pocket watch. “—twenty hours to make this the best damn experience she’s ever had. Or at least one that doesn’t suck quite as much as she thinks it does right now. We need an experienced Dom—someone with a gentle hand, who knows what the hell he’s doing and can take her through to the end of her stay without causing another panic attack. I think Kade would be a good match for her.”
    Another hard tightening. Anymore and he was going to throw up right here on the floor. It was all he could do not to snap. “No, you don’t.”
    Startling slightly, Marshall looked up. He blinked at Jackson twice. “I don’t?”
    “No.” Coming to stand in front of the large desk, Jackson took off his security belt. When he set it down, his pager thumped, the master keys jangled, and he all