Jameson (Hunter Squad #1)

Chapter 10

CHAPTER TEN

Jameson

I let Greer pull me into her quarters. Tension was vibrating off her.

She’d been scared.

For me.

My dad had scared my mom plenty of times. He’d told me that he let her process it by staying silent, and giving her whatever she needed.

Greer pressed the door control and it slid closed.

“Take your armor and clothes off,” she said.

“Ah…”

She reached up and started unfastening my chest armor. “No arguments. Get in the shower, Jameson. We need to get this muck off you.”

“Okay.” I stripped off my armor and set it against the wall. In the bathroom, I shed my wet clothes and stepped under the spray.

Then I turned and a jolt ran through me.

Greer stood in the doorway watching me.

Through the steamy glass she unashamedly looked at my body. My cock hardened, lengthened, and I saw her chest hitch.

She shot me a look, then walked back into the bedroom.

I quickly soaped up, then did it again. I knew better than to leave any monster crud on my body. Finally, I shut the water off, and toweled myself dry.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror. Yeah, maybe I wasn’t a head-turner, and my body had more than a few scars. But Greer wanted me.

And I wanted her. Damn any consequences.

I wrapped the towel around my waist and stepped out of the bathroom.

Greer was standing by a chair. There was a first aid kit open on the table.

“Sit.” She pointed at the chair.

I sat and saw her gaze run over my bare chest. I cleared my throat. “I already have a few scars. Another one isn’t a problem.”

She lifted her hand and traced a scar on my pec. It was an old one I’d gotten from monster claws. It had happened when I’d been young and cocky and new to the squad. I’d learned to move faster after that.

Then her fingers moved up to the raw marks on my neck, and my thoughts scattered.

“This one isn’t going to scar.” She reached into the first aid kit, then started cleaning the wound.

I controlled my wince at the sting and at the tart anger in her voice.

“I did my job, Greer. Sometimes, I have to take risks to save lives.”

“You were almost killed.”

“No, I trust my squad. I knew they’d have my back.” I touched her chin and our gazes met. “And I knew you’d have my back. I saw you with the carbine. You’re a hell of a shot. Used to drive me crazy when we were kids that you were better than me with a carbine. I always wanted to impress you.”

“You did. You do.” She sighed. “You’re so damn brave, a damn hero. You saved Lisa’s life.”

“I’m sorry you were scared.”

“I don’t want to lose you.”

I grabbed her hand. “Not gonna happen.”

She nodded. “Now, hold still.” She applied some med gel to my scratch. I felt a tingle as it worked. Then she pressed a bandage over the deepest part of the angry gash.

I absorbed the brush of her fingers. Her hands were on me, and I liked that so damn much. I was already fighting a hard-on, and the towel didn’t hide very much.

“I’m going to give you a shot to fight off any infection.” She pressed a pressure injector to the side of my neck.

“Thanks, Greer.”

“I’m not done yet.”

I looked up. Then I watched as she set the injector back into the first aid kit, then sank to her knees in front of me. She pressed her hands to my thighs.

My muscles tensed. “Greer?”

“Your injuries are treated, but… I need more.”

I cocked my head, my abs tight.

“I need to know that you’re okay, that you’re alive.” Her slim hands moved up—over my abs, to my chest. I sucked in a breath. The touch was electric. Her fingers traced over my muscles, downward, and over the ridges of my abs.

“I love your body,” she murmured.

“I like yours better.” My throat was tight.

Then she pushed the towel open.

Fuck .

My rock-hard cock sprang free, standing up at attention. Her lips parted, and I saw the need on her face.

“Greer… I’m yours. Whatever you want.”

“I want you, Jameson. So much.” She wrapped a hand around my cock. “I want you in my mouth.”

Shit . This was happening. Greer was touching me. Greer’s hand was squeezing my cock. Greer was going to suck me.

Everything inside me throbbed and I reached out, spearing a hand into her hair. “Whatever you want, beautiful, I’ll give it to you.”

Her breathing was fast as she looked at me. All I saw was the desire filling her eyes.

She leaned forward and licked the head of my cock.

It ripped a groan from me. My fingers tightened in her hair, and she whimpered. Then, she wrapped her lips around my cock and sucked me deep.

I gritted my teeth, watching as she took her time, her head bobbing on my cock, going a little deeper each time.

The sight of her…

Shit . I fought off my impending climax. I didn’t want this to be over too soon.

She sucked harder, and I hissed. “Shit, Greer. Yes, just like that.”

She kept sucking, and seeing my cock buried deep in her tempting mouth, tipped me closer to the edge. My head dropped back and all I could do was feel.

“Greer, your mouth… It’s so good.”

I looked back at her, at the way her lips were stretched around me, the way her cheeks hollowed as she sucked.

I wasn’t going to last much longer.

“Jesus, beautiful—” My hips bumped up and she gagged briefly, but didn’t pull off. Her hands clenched on my thighs, and she took me deeper.

“I’m coming, Greer.” My voice sounded like gravel.

As she sucked me, I tugged on her hair. I groaned out a curse, then I was coming, shooting my hot load into her mouth. Greer drank down every drop.

Greer

I sat back, but could barely stay still. Desire was humming through me. I rocked on my knees. I felt empty, achy. My heart was racing and I could still taste Jameson on my tongue.

His groans, the way it had felt to pleasure him… I loved the way I’d driven him over the edge. My belly throbbed, way down low.

A big hand cupped my face and his eyes were filled with warmth.

“You beautiful thing. You have no idea what you do to me.”

I shifted again. I ached so much.

His gaze sharpened. “Are you turned on, Greer?”

I nodded.

“Hungry?”

“For you.”

He slid his hands under my armpits and hauled me up. I loved his strength. I straddled him and his skin was hot against mine.

“I don’t deserve you,” he said.

“That’s crap. I’m offering myself because I want you so much.” Memories of what had happened earlier tried to intrude. I’d almost lost him.

“Hey, stay here with me,” he said.

I nodded, then I leaned forward and pressed my mouth to his. With a groan, he took full control. His tongue thrust into my mouth, and I kissed him back. I wanted him with an urgency that should have scared me.

Soon I was panting from the kiss.

“I want to be deep inside you.” His voice was a low growl that shivered through me. “I’ve wanted that for a long time.”

“Me too. I’m all yours.”

“Good.” His hands squeezed my hips. “Show me. Take your clothes off.”

“Is that an order?” I asked breathily.

His hazel eyes glittered. “Yes.”

I slid off him. I took my clothes off fast, until I was only wearing black panties. His hot gaze was on me, taking its time to catalogue my almost-naked body. There was no doubt how much he liked to look at me.

I looked back. At his chest, then lower. His cock was hard again, and I sucked in a breath.

Then I gripped his shoulders for balance and climbed back on. Only a thin layer of lace separated me from that thick cock.

Jameson muttered a curse, his muscles tense and hard. He made me feel powerful. I loved seeing how much I affected him.

“You have a contraceptive implant?” he asked.

I nodded. The small implant protected against pregnancy and disease. I rocked against him and slid a hand down my belly. “Do you know how much I ache for you?”

“Show me.”

I slid my fingers into the lace, touching my sensitive clit. I gasped.

His hands ran along my sides and he pulled me closer. Then he sucked one of my nipples into his hot mouth.

“ Oh .” Sensations rocketed through me. I arched my back, knowing he’d hold me.

“Fuck, the things I want to do to you.”

“So do them. I’m yours. My body is yours, Jameson.”

“What I want is my cock lodged deep in this slick, needy pussy.” His hand joined mine in my panties, stroking me.

I let out a moan. I was already so wet, but he had a big cock, and I knew I’d feel it.

He gripped the side of my panties and yanked. I heard the lace tear, and a thrill of desire throbbed through me. I reached down and circled his cock. He let out a throaty groan.

I positioned him between my thighs, the fat head nestling between my folds.

“ Fuck .” His hands clenched on my ass.

“I’m going to feel every inch of this.” I sank down. I took him, inch by thick inch, inside me. “Jameson, you’re so big.” The last word turned to a moan. I felt my inner muscles stretching. And I saw the muscles in his neck and arms straining.

“Baby, you feel so good.”

My ass touched his muscular thighs. He was as deep as he could go. I lifted up and dropped back down. A moan ripped from me.

“You’re so damn tight.” His voice was pure grit. “Ride me, Greer.”

I moved faster and found a rhythm. Oh, God . Electricity shot through me. I twisted my hips, moving quicker, needing more.

“ Fuck .” He thrust up.

I cried out. His hands gripped my ass, urging me on. Working me up and down on his cock.

Then his mouth was on mine. The kiss was deep, filled with pure possession.

When our lips pulled apart, I let my mouth travel over that strong jaw, then down to his neck. I bit the tendon.

“ Yes ,” he growled. “I knew you’d be the one. The best I’ve ever had.”

My belly contracted. I was going to come soon. It was impossible to hold back.

Flesh slapped against flesh. His fingers tightened on my ass, driving me down harder. Then one big hand moved between our surging bodies. He found my swollen clit and worked it hard.

“Oh…oh.” Every muscle was tight and my legs were shaking.

“Come for me, gorgeous Greer. Now. I want to hear you scream.”

I threw my head back, pleasure crashing through me. “Jameson!”

My vision blurred, and I was afraid the intensity of the pleasure would make me black out.

Jameson surged up out of the chair, and I gasped. With his cock still inside me, he crossed to my bed. My back hit the covers, his big body over mine, in mine.

He thrust hard, filling me in every way.

I screamed his name. My pulse pounded as I held on. I dug my heels into his ass and gripped his biceps.

I came again. Sensation burned through me.

He thrust deep and stayed there. He let out a low roar as he came.

Afterward, all I could do was cling to him. Air sawed in and out of my lungs. My body was still twitching.

What had that been? Sex had never been so all-consuming.

He nuzzled my throat. “You okay?”

“Jameson…” My voice cracked. “That wasn’t anywhere near okay. It was in a different stratosphere.”

He let out a low chuckle. He pulled out of me, then lay down beside me. His hands ran over my body.

“I didn’t hurt you? I was rough.”

I cupped his stubbled jaw. “Apparently, I really like rough.”

He gave me a lopsided smile.

“I thought I lost you today,” I whispered.

His smile flattened. He slid a hand into my hair. “I’m okay, beautiful. I think I just proved that.” His other hand smoothed over my shoulder, then cupped my breast. My nipple pebbled. “Maybe you need more convincing?”

My pulse went crazy. “Maybe I do.” I pulled his head down to mine.