Wanna Play (Ghost Unit, Book Three)
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Abruptly he pulled out of her and lifted her in the same move, flipping her facedown and jerking her hips up. Jas was aware of what he needed from her. Her knees spread in invitation as her hands reached up to brace herself on the headboard. There was no question, no resistance. Arching her back, she presented and demanded.
He was there. Grasping her hips in primordial control, he slammed into her without hesitation, penetrating the gushing cunt before him so deeply Jas screamed.
“Yes!” he bellowed. “Mine!” Harsh and deep he thrust into her, jerking her up off her knees with each intrusion. Spreading her open around a cock that stretched her in ruthless dictate as it swelled with each violent penetration. His release took them both over the edge.
Jas rocketed into another orgasm as if it were the bullet train thundering through her. Her wail of pleasure and surrender was lost in the harsh roar of his completion. Driving his seed into her with uncontrollable thrusts, he let her take him in every way.
Eventually Blaster opened his eyes. He was draped over Jas’ back as they lay on the bed. His cock was still lodged in her cunt. Reality was a sweet thing as he let it filter into his brain. He lay still a moment to listen to her breathe. She didn’t seem to mind the weight of him and abruptly he realized she didn’t mind because she was already sleeping.
He nearly chuckled as he peeled himself off her. Jas grunted in protest. “Shhh, I’m right here,” he soothed, and she sank into deep sleep.
Picking up the intercom phone beside the bed, he contacted Brian, the pilot. “Put us down in an hour.”
After washing up in the bathroom, Blaster dressed slowly. His body ached in ways that made him smile. Moving to one of the captain’s chairs where he could watch her sleep, he pulled out his cell phone.
The call went through immediately. “Jackson?”
“Everyone checks in fine,” Jackson informed him.
“I need a favor.”
“Sure, but I’m a little tied up doin’ the last favor you asked for.”
“After you’re done I need you to get me a ring.”
“Damn. You have got to be…”
“Shut up and listen. Get one you’d find offensively large. In fact, it should be something you’d feel makes up for the fact that I’m going to put you in a lavender tux and frilly yellow shirt for the wedding. Not exactly obscene but close.”
“You fucking bastard. If I didn’t know Jas, I’d be pissed. She’ll never let you do lavender. Frilly shirts died a decade ago. Why the hell am I picking your engagement ring? Shouldn’t the two of you do that together?”
“It’s not an engagement ring. It’s a statement.” Blaster glanced at the woman sleeping soundly across the cabin. “I’m getting her a doubled-edged, serrated Silver Trident as an engagement gift. That’ll come later when she’s accepted there’s no getting rid of me.”
Jackson laughed. “You’re still a bastard but she’ll love the knife.”
“Yeah, she will. Have the ring at the motel tonight.”
“I’m not coming down there.”
“I don’t care how you do it.”
“You’ll owe me.”
“I’m good for the damn ring. You know that.”
“Not about the money. It’s the pain of forcing me to pay copious sums of money for offensive shit. You’ll owe me.”
Blaster grinned. “That’s an added bonus.”
“Get off my phone. Do not call me again,” Jackson snapped. “Next thing I know you’ll need someone to do Lamaze class for you. I refuse in advance.”
“She’s not pregnant. I figure she wants to wear something nice for the Oscars next year. We’ll work on babies after that.”
“She knows you have this planned out?”
“She will.”
“Good luck, buddy,” Jackson signed off sincerely.
“Thanks. For everything.” Blaster hung up. A slow smile tugged as his soul.
He had time. He didn’t know how long it would take for his warrior woman to realize she was home. He was her home. It didn’t matter. Working through the time by making love to her at every opportunity to help her understand was a mission. One he might never be done with.
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I’m a chronic fantasizer. Every good romance novel ended too soon. After a while, I started making up stories when I had a few minutes to while away. So now, instead of sitting around with a blank look on my face, I’ve taken to writing them down.
Because of my father’s job, we moved every three years in my early life. My first memories are of Bermuda, and then we were in several African countries. It was a wonderful childhood. I gained a rich cultural background in the world community, but never learned to spell. As an adult, I avoided writing at all costs, embarrassed over my limitations.
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