by Anna Hackett
He swallowed against his dry throat. Hell. He was in big trouble.
Chapter Three
Blood fizzing, Lia walked down the corridor. It was late—kids were in bed, couples were snuggled up watching shows and movies from the Enclave’s extensive database. There was no one to see where she was going, or to read on her face what she had planned.
A hot, sweaty night of sex with Finn Erickson.
Lia swallowed and straightened her collar. It’d been a long time since she’d had sex. Her body felt flushed and tight, her breasts full and sensitive. She could feel her coat rubbing against her skin, her belly, the hard tips of her nipples.
She’d showered and changed, and was now wearing her favorite coat—something she’d managed to save from before the invasion—and a pair of high heels. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d worn heels. A long time before the aliens had arrived. The coat had been from her flying days. It was a dark-navy-blue and well-cut, and it wrapped around her, cinched at her waist with a wide belt. She remembered all those times striding through airports, pulling her small suitcase behind her, off to take travelers on adventures all around the world.
It felt like a lifetime ago.
For her, flying had been a way to escape the emotional pressures of her mother and sister. Lia had loved them to bits, but too much time with them and their issues had been suffocating. After a trip, she always felt refreshed and ready to spend time with them.
Finally, she reached the door she needed, and thoughts of her family scattered.
She paused, her nerves jittering. What was she doing? She had work to do. There was always more work to do. She had to work with Finn and this would complicate things, even if it was only one night.
But she felt such heat inside her. Such an itchy, growing need. Right now, what she felt for Finn was stronger than the roar of a jet engine.
She knocked on the door.
No answer.
Licking her lips, she touched the electronic lock. The door clicked open, and she realized he’d keyed her in for entry.
She quickly stepped inside, and closed the door behind her. She took a few deep breaths to calm her racing pulse.
The apartment looked like hers—open-plan living area, with a sleeping area tucked over to one side that was dominated by a large bed. Bigger than what they’d had at Blue Mountain Base. There was no sign of its occupant. She also spotted a small basket lined with a red blanket with a chew toy of a yellow duck in it. Her eyes narrowed. She suspected that was for a certain drone killer chick Finn had accidentally rescued.
“Hey.” Finn sauntered out of the adjoining bathroom.
Her thoughts scattered and everything inside Lia went statue-still. He only had a white towel wrapped around lean hips, and shaving cream on one side of his face.
“Sorry, I’m a bit behind,” he added. He was holding a razor in his hand.
She blinked, taking in the sculpted chest, the well-defined ridges of his abdomen. His skin was still damp from the shower, and his blond hair was still wet, which made it look darker than normal.
His blue gaze ran over her. “Look at you. All prim and proper, and put together.” His gaze moved slowly down her legs and paused on her heels. “Well, not too prim and proper.”
Just looking at him had a small flood of fire rushing into her belly. Lia straightened. “You’re running late, pilot. I don’t like tardiness in my new recruits.” She walked toward him, and watched a slow grin dawn on his face
“Sorry, ma’am.”
“That’s Captain, to you.”
His grin widened. “Sorry, Captain.”
She liked that. Right now, in this instant, she wasn’t Lia and he wasn’t Finn. They weren’t the heads of the drone team or the Hawk pilots. They didn’t have people depending on them.
They were just two people, throwing the hard reality of their daily lives aside and enjoying themselves. Just for one night.
“You don’t look sorry.” She grabbed his hand and dragged him into the bathroom, her heels clicking on the tiles. “I think I’d better finish this off.” She held out her hand for his razor.
He studied her for a second, then put it in her hand.
Lia stepped in front of him. She took in a deep breath, smelled the potent combination of soap and man. She reached up and started shaving his cheek.
“You need to be on time, pilot.” She ran the razor over his strong jaw.
“I’ll try to do better.” His deep voice was a rumble. “What else can you teach me?”
Those blue eyes watched her steadily and made her breathing hitch. “You must always follow my rules.”
He lifted a hand and ran it down her arm. “I’m not so good with rules.”
She made a tutting sound and finished shaving him. She gestured to the sink. He brushed past her and splashed water on his face, before grabbing a towel to dry himself.
“Now for the inspection.” Lia lifted her hands and ran them over his cheeks. They were smooth for now, but she knew he’d have that sexy stubble back before too long. She traced along his cheekbone, then dragged her thumb across his lips. He sucked her thumb inside his mouth, and she inhaled sharply. God. As his tongue swirled around the pad of her thumb, she felt a rush of damp heat between her thighs. They’d barely touched, and she was already going up in flames.
“Will I pass?” he asked.
She nodded. “You’ll do.” Her voice had turned husky.
“I don’t want to leave your pretty, creamy skin marked up by my whiskers, Captain.” He reached out and fiddled with her collar. Then he reached up and pulled the tie out of her hair. The red locks fell around her shoulders. “Fair warning. What I’m going to do to you tonight might be considered insubordination.” He stroked his fingers through her hair.
Lia sucked in a deep breath. “Then you’ll be punished.”
“Oh, I hope so.” He stroked her hair again. “I love the color of this. It reminds me of a sunset.” Something moved through his eyes, deepening the color. “Is it the same color between your legs?”
Lia licked her lips. “Yes.”
“I think it’s my turn to shave you now,” he said.
“What?” She wasn’t sure what he meant, but her breath caught in her throat, regardless.
He stepped closer, his chest brushing hers. “I want nothing between me and that sweet little nub between your thighs. I’m going to shave you.”
Lia’s mind whirled. She watched as he picked up a can of shaving cream and the razor.
One night. She was letting go for one night.
“Very well.” But she wasn’t going to let him get away with thinking he was running the show. She stepped back and undid the belt on her coat. She shrugged it off.
His eyes went wide. “Holy hell.”
Lia was naked underneath. Except for her red-soled heels.
“Where do you want me?” she asked.
He didn’t respond. Instead, he reached for her. His hand hovered over her skin, then he gripped her waist and lifted her onto the vanity.
“You have the most beautiful breasts.” He cupped one. “I really want to taste them. Do you want me sucking on them?”
“Yes,” she murmured. She wanted his mouth all over her.
“Later.” He nudged her legs apart and made a little humming noise.
Lia was finding it hard to breathe. She looked down and saw that his cock was tenting his towel. She stared. It looked big.
“That’s for later, Captain,” he said. “My cock is big and hard, and you made it that way. So you’ll have to take care of it. But first, I’m taking care of you.”
He squirted some of the shaving cream onto his palm, then he reached between her legs. Lia tried not to jolt. As he smoothed the cream over her, his moves weren’t seductive, but she was burning anyway. Just those tantalizing brushes of his fingers between her legs made her limbs quake.
He started to shave her.
“God, you’re so pretty.” He
made short work of shaving her bare. He rinsed a cloth under the water and wiped her off with slow, tantalizing strokes. “Pretty, pink… I bet you’d look perfect stretched around my cock and stuffed full of me.”
Hunger was an out-of-control thing in Lia. She fought to stop from squirming. “You are so very arrogant, pilot.”
He leaned closer, and she wanted to scratch her nails down his chest.
“What do you need, Captain?” Intense hunger radiated off him.
“Touch me,” she whispered.
“I’ll follow all your orders, ma’am. All night long.”
He reached out and stroked his fingers through her folds. Lia cried out.
“So, so wet. Is this all for me?”
“Yes.” She watched as Finn crouched down, his face level with the heated core of her. He leaned forward and licked her.
Lia bit her lip, her hands clamping onto the edge of the vanity. Soon, his clever tongue was delving into her, licking her over and over. Then he moved, to circle her clit.
The sensations were incredible. Her climax wasn’t building slow and easy, it was already a full-fledged wave, ready to crash over her.
She slid her hands into his hair, pulling, urging him for more.
He growled against her, his tongue moving faster.
A second later, she cried out as her climax shattered her, the sound echoing off the tiles.
***
Hell, she was the hottest, sexiest thing he’d ever seen.
Finn’s cock was hard and throbbing. Painful. He helped Lia down off the vanity, and liked that she was a little unsteady on her heels. He grabbed her hand and led her into the bedroom. He couldn’t wait to be inside her. He needed to be inside her.
“Get on the bed.” His voice was close to a growl.
She took a step backward and sat down on the cover. Finn dropped his towel. Her gaze zeroed in on his cock and her mouth opened.
Damn. If he didn’t get inside her soon, he’d come before he even touched her. He saw her lean back and reach down to kick her heels off.
“Leave them on,” he murmured.
She studied him for a moment, then left them on.
He stepped closer, curling a hand around his hard cock. “You’re responsible for leaving me like this. Hot and hard and hurting.”
Lia leaned back on her elbows. “Well, pilot, let’s see what I can do about that.”
Finn planted one hand on the bed, leaning over her. “You have a contraceptive implant?”
Concern flitted across her face. “No. It ran out.”
“It’s okay. I have one, but it’s getting close to the limit.” He reached out and pushed her back on the bed. Then he leaned down and pressed a slow kiss to her pubic mound. She gasped, writhing on the bed. He kissed up her body—over her belly, and continuing on to her quivering breasts.
As he was enjoying the taste of her skin, she reached down and grabbed his cock. She made a small noise and his cock pulsed in her hand. She gave him a hard pump, then another.
“Show me how bad you can be, pilot.” Her voice was a seductive drawl.
He smiled. “Yes, Captain.”
The role-playing was fun. Something unexpected, and something he’d never really done before. It was an enjoyable escape from reality, and he loved it.
He wrapped his hand over hers on his cock. “You want to watch me slide inside you?”
Her lips parted and she nodded.
Finn reached out and yanked a pillow from the top of the bed and shoved it behind her head. She stared down at where his cock was hard against his belly.
He nudged her thighs apart. “Are you wet for me?”
She nodded.
He touched her folds. “I bet you’re tight, too. You’ll feel like a glove around me.”
“Why don’t you find out?”
Finn didn’t waste any time. He tucked the hard head of his cock against her, and pushed inside. He watched her mouth open, and color fill her cheeks.
Damn. “Baby…you’re so tight.” He pulled out, circled her clit with the head of his cock, then slid back in.
“You feel so good,” she cried out.
He plunged inside her. Electric current skated down his spine. He found a strong rhythm, sliding in and out of her. He felt a need to possess, and he couldn’t stop or slow down.
She didn’t seem to care. Her nails scratched at his back. “Harder. Please.”
Finn thrust harder. Jesus, he couldn’t think. Only feel.
“Don’t stop,” she panted. Suddenly, her hands were gone, and she pushed them above her head. It tilted her breasts upward, and they bobbed with each one of his thrusts.
She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
Before, they were the naughty captain and pilot recruit. But now, in this moment, as green eyes locked with his, they were Finn and Lia. She wrapped her legs around his hips, and he felt her heels digging into his ass, urging him on.
“I’m going to come inside you,” he growled the words. “I’m going to drain every drop into your warmth.”
“Fill me up.”
God. His orgasm was chewing at him like a wild beast. But first…
He moved his hand between their slick bodies, resting just above where he was sliding into her. He found that swollen little nub and pressed down on it, rubbing it hard.
“Oh…oh.” She reared back and screamed, as her climax hit.
Finn gave another hard thrust, slid in to the hilt, and came with a loud shout.
Chapter Four
Lia lay on the bed, her brain cells scrambled and her body lax. Finn was facedown beside her, breathing heavily.
She was trying to start functioning again, but her brain and her body didn’t seem to be cooperating.
Finn moved, planting a lazy kiss on her shoulder, before sliding off the bed. He disappeared into the bathroom. She watched, unashamed, as his naked body moved across the room. The delicious flex of muscles, and God, that tight ass.
Lia felt a flicker of desire that made her groan. She could still feel an ache between her legs from having him inside her. How could she already want him again?
Sex with Finn had been…better than anything she’d experienced before. Amazing. Mind-blowing. Sexy.
Not that she was telling the arrogant pilot that. He already had a healthy enough ego.
She sat up, and spotted a soft, blue blanket at the end of his bed. She pulled it around her. It wasn’t big, and only just large enough to wrap around her body. She tucked it between her breasts and the bottom of it hit at mid-thigh. It looked a little like a mini-dress.
She spotted some framed photos on the wall and, curious, she got up and wandered over. Unsurprisingly, they were mainly pictures of aircraft. She smiled. Hawks. Darkswift gliders. Some other military aircraft from before the invasion. Then, she saw a photo of Finn with Squad Nine, another of him standing with Hell Squad, and another with the Squad Three berserkers. In all of them, Finn stood shoulder-to-shoulder with the soldiers, smiling.
It was like the entire alien apocalypse hadn’t affected him. For the first few months, she’d lived in a haze of shock and grief. Even now, in the middle of the night, it still crept in—the loneliness, the heartache, the sadness. But Finn seemed to find a way to smile through the fight for survival. She admired his fortitude.
Then, she saw the final photo. Another smiling group, but this one wasn’t military. Finn had his arms around two men who looked startlingly like him. His brothers, she assumed. There was an older couple in the picture who were clearly their parents, and a young woman who had to be Finn’s sister. She had the same blue eyes as him. There were also a couple of young kids on the ground at their feet—a boy and a girl.
His family. They looked happy. She touched the image. She imagined big, noisy family dinners, the teasing and support. She’d never known anything like this growing up. Her father had left when she was a teenager, unable to cope anymore with the responsibilities of an unwell wife and
family. That had left Lia to look after her mother and sister. And while she’d loved them with her whole heart, Lia had never had the easy love and togetherness she saw in the picture in front of her.
Finn had never mentioned his family. She wondered what had happened to them.
“Who gave you permission to be in this area, young lady?”
Finn’s stern voice made Lia jump. She spun.
“This is a restricted area,” he continued, frowning.
When she saw him, her eyes widened. He was in a clean, black flight suit. Well, mostly. He’d left the buttons unfastened, showing a slice of his bare chest. Along with that, he was wearing a pair of mirrored aviator sunglasses that hid his eyes.
With joyful glee, she accepted the new game. She cocked her hip and bit her lip. “I’m sorry, sir. I meant no harm.”
He made a grumpy harrumphing sound. His head tilted as he studied her bare legs. “I think you’re looking for trouble.”
“I promise, I’m not—”
Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed her. He spun her to face the wall and a gasp escaped her. He made her press her palms flat against the wall, then his hand skimmed down to her hips.
“I’d better make sure you aren’t carrying anything dangerous.” His hand slid down under the fabric of her “dress.”
“Now, what do we have here?” His fingers stroked between her legs.
She made a choked sound, trying to stay still.
“So wet, young lady. Now, I know you’re up to no good.”
When he slid a finger inside her, she cried out.
Lia’s eyelids fluttered closed. God, she loved his hands. He kept working her, his thick finger sliding in and out. Soon he slid a second in, scissoring them inside her.
“Sir…” She could barely get the words out. “If you’ll let me explain…”
His fingers pulled out of her and she almost groaned in disappointment. She turned and pressed her hands to his chest.
“Please, sir.” She made her voice breathy. “I’ll do anything you want. I don’t want to get into trouble.”
He frowned at her. “Anything? Like what?”