Hunter's Promise

by Billi Jean

  Make love to me. The roughly spoken words filtered through her brain and circled until she couldn’t bear the idea of not experiencing such a thing. No one had ever made love to her. She found Rick’s mouth again, and holding his head steady, she kissed him. She also rubbed every inch of her body to his as she tried her best to prove to the man she was more than ready—that she wasn’t taking no for an answer.

  His muscles were like solid no I can’t do this steel, but his cock grew so hard it shoved upright, more than willing to find her entrance without his help. She let his lips go and breathed against his neck.

  “Now, now,” she whispered, and lifted her leg just a little so the rounded head fit into place, then broke free and slipped along her mound.

  “Rick,” she cried, “I can’t wait.”

  That had to have done it. He caught his breath and with a muttered curse, the velvet end butted up against her until it found her entrance. His muscles bunched as if he was trying to hold back, but at the same time, he pushed forward.

  “Don’t want to hurt you,” he groaned.

  “You won’t. You never will,” she said.

  Rick hovered over her, staring at her breathlessly with a passionate expression.

  “Do you mean that? Believe that?”

  “Yes.”

  Her honesty seemed to work in her favor, because he grimaced then swooped down and kissed her. He also maneuvered her to her back, spread her legs wide, and on her next breath entered her in one long, heavy thrust. She was so ready he slid in until he was just way too big and stalled. Not that he stopped. Oh, no, she could tell nothing would stop him.

  “Sorry, sorry, damn, baby,” he gasped and started pumping, hitting her lightly, but each time to the point of painful fullness. The sounds of his strokes filtered through the silent room, along with his heavy breaths and her soft cries of pleasure.

  This is the sound of two people sharing themselves.

  She never wanted anything else. Every horrible experience washed away, replaced by Rick. His rough pants, hot kisses and roaming hands filled her existence until there was no room for anything but him—not her past, not the present, nothing but her and Rick.

  “Holy shit,” she whispered, and bit down on her lip. The way he held himself over her she could see his erection sliding out then back in. Each thrust he made was so startlingly perfect she could barely move. It was such an erotic sight, her pinkness spread for his ruddy, glistening cock, she came close to climaxing. Even his balls were sexy, tight to his body, and covered with a light dusting of dark blond hair.

  “Sorry,” he groaned. He was so into the pleasure that he was almost incomprehensible. Not that it mattered. Each of his rapid-fire lunges made her toes curl.

  Rick kept up the demanding rhythm until, he froze, hovering above her. By the urgent out of control sounds coming from him and how thick he grew inside her, she knew he was coming.

  Amazed, she didn’t move, so turned on that all she could do was hold on as he kept himself above her on arms that trembled. He continued to groan heavily as he went on and on, so long she almost climaxed herself. His chest was inches from her mouth and, unable to resist, she kissed him there, savoring his deeper groans when she did.

  Suddenly he muttered her name and his hands slipped on the bed. He caught himself with a curse, but she could tell he was spent. He was also sweaty and breathlessly panting into her shoulder.

  “Hunter—”

  “Don’t even say sorry, because wow.” She breathed, smiling when he lifted his head cautiously. “That was hot.”

  He grimaced, all sweaty and red, and rested his head on hers. “You’re insane. I just—shit, I just… I lost control. It’s like you pushed a damn switch and presto, I was an animal.”

  “I did?” she laughed. It hurt a little, but the fullness of him simply made that pain tiny in comparison. “You think you could—I don’t know—maybe go round two?”

  He stiffened on top of her and blue eyes caught hers and slowly he grinned. “I was thinking maybe four or five, depending on how you’re feeling.”

  “Oh, four or five sounds—oh, yes, like that,” she urged when he tested her with a slow forward thrust. She tingled, willing and oh so ready. He did it again, watching her face as he did. That made her tingle all over. She hooked her legs around his butt, but watching her, he spread her legs open wider and gently pushed her knees down as he kept up his hip action.

  “Rick, I don’t know,” she whispered. The position left her spread and vulnerable, even if his body was a warm, safe weight along hers.

  “I do,” he murmured and kissed her, soothing her. “Just relax. Trust me.” He lifted higher and watched her with such intensity she couldn’t even blink for fear of missing something.

  She’d never felt anything like it. The way his muscles flexed while he thrust was hot, but knowing his attention was pinned on her face—and her—while he made love to her, was devastating. The girth and size of his cock was another story all together. He hit her just right each time, so right, in fact, she wondered if she could climax just from him filling her. She bit her lip as her legs began to tremble.

  “I’ve never, you know,” she whispered when he ducked down and impaled her firmly at the same time as he kissed her.

  “No, tell me, what? Never what?” he whispered back.

  “Climaxed, you know?”

  At her admission, his eyes flew wide open and he groaned as he bucked into her.

  That seemed to do it. Her climax shot through her, surprising her. She reached above her head for anything to hold onto and clenched her fingers on the sheets.

  “Fuck you’re so damn beautiful. Never gonna say that again, Sparky.” Kincaid switched his grip to her waist, holding her still so he could add more power to his delicious strokes. “Oh hell yeah, show off for me.”

  She blinked past the shuddering pleasure. Rick was above her, watching her breasts bounce in time with his thrusts. She tugged her sports bra off and immediately he dove in, sucking on each of her breasts like a hungry animal. But he fucked like a man who knew exactly what he wanted. Every single time he pushed back in, she was filled completely with him. And each time, he made appreciative sounds, as if it was the best thing in the world. It thrilled her completely. She felt so sexy and beautiful when she knew she wasn’t that she didn’t care that he pressed down on her wound or that he was jarring her a little with each desperate lunge of his hips.

  “Fuck, sorry. Shit, I’m hurting you.” He sounded so rough and sexy that she got a little lightheaded.

  “No, oh no, you’re not. Don’t stop.”

  He still adjusted her so both legs were to the side as he kept on stroking in and out, this time without the rough impact. He kissed her lips, breathlessly giving her such a passionate kiss she whimpered.

  As soon as he’d heard that, he squeezed her butt in his hands and drove in more frantically. She clenched the sheets and moaned. It’d been astonishing before, but now it was so incredible, she never wanted it to end. This was sex. This was what it was supposed to be. Making love, she realized.

  “So hot. Fucking hell, you’re so hot for it. So wet and tight, Hunter. For me.”

  She didn’t disagree. She’d never wanted a man like she craved Rick Kincaid. His strokes took off again, harder and faster when she simply nodded, too out of her mind to say a thing.

  “So hot, Sparky. Tell me what you want.”

  “Oh, Kincaid, oh my breasts. I want you to suck on my breasts.”

  He immediately bent and took one nipple in his hot mouth while he squeezed the other with greater urgency. Seconds later, he fumbled to grip her ass as his rhythm broke. He pumped his hips, lodging so deeply that she cried out at the pleasure.

  She climaxed again. Her orgasm burst along her pussy and clenched down repeatedly on him the louder and more out of control he grew. He ground his pelvis to hers, pulsing so hard she swore she would feel the warmth. With a heavy groan he collapsed on top of her, still s
troking in and out with the sounds of one happy man.

  “Woman, you make me wild,” he managed seconds, maybe minutes or days later, for all she knew.

  She didn’t want to move. Her pussy was happy, a tiny bit tender from the wild man on top of her, but the kind of tender she wanted to always feel. Rick was amazing, and as far as wild rides, he just ruined it for her, because he was wilder than anyone she’d ever slept with and she knew he’d been holding back.

  What would he be like when he wasn’t?

  “I noticed,” she whispered.

  “There’s more where that came from, if you didn’t notice. Little Rickie seems to think you need a few more deposits.”

  She smiled, more than ready for more. Before she could tell him, he cleared his throat.

  “I went a little crazy. Sorry about that. I swear I can last longer,” he offered.

  “Insane man, did you hear me complaining?” she asked, clamping down on that very nice piece of him still filling her. She loved how he didn’t pull free from her, but kept them joined as if he was there to stay.

  His eyes became a pretty hot, intense blue, then he landed a gentle smack on her bare butt.

  “Rick!”

  “Good.” He squeezed the spot with a low-toned growl. “Just slow and easy this time, though,” he said and pulled free.

  She peeked and held her breath.

  He had a gorgeous cock. Most men did not. Kincaid’s was a lovely tan color, darker at the mushroomed head and so thick and long she felt her heart speed up. She could see the scar clearly now. It had grown with his erection and turned darker. But it didn’t diminish his beauty. If anything it was so personal, so intimate, seeing him like this, the big warrior, all exposed and hers, she got a thrill out of it. He tilted her a little and used his hips to thrust. She watched, amazed as he speared into her—deep, then deeper. His stomach muscles tightened, rippling with muscle and creating a V all the way down to the rough patch of hair around the base.

  “Ah, fuck, you feel so good. You like watching, baby?”

  She did, but he felt so good she couldn’t even answer his sexy question.

  He held still, filling her to the point his hips were flush against her. She dug her fingers into his arms to hold in a surprised cry at how amazing all that cock felt.

  “I want you better, so we can really test drive Rickie, okay?” His hot breath tickled her neck as he spoke, then he nipped her lightly.

  A full body shiver erupted down her skin and her toes curled.

  “Like that, huh?”

  She laughed and wiggled onto her back. His body was so big his hips spread her easily, but she liked that. She also loved the way his eyes went all intense when she lifted her foot and used it to caress his chest all the way to the side of his face. He caught it and kissed her toes.

  “You are insane, but that’s good. I like it,” she said. “Let’s see if you go all wild man again, okay?”

  “No way. That was embarrassing,” he said gruffly, but began pressing kisses along her ankle all the way up to her knee then back, all the while leisurely pumping in and out.

  She arched and cupped her breasts, teasing him with pinching the nipples. His tempo picked up. When she sucked on her fingers, his face reddened and he watched as if mesmerized as she circled her areolas, then twisted her nipple lightly and moaned.

  That was it. He fell on her, pinning her legs with his arms so she was spread and trapped under him. It was breathtakingly erotic to the point she nearly hit her climax right then and there. He made a rough grunt in his throat and lost himself to fucking her.

  A few urgent, powerful strokes, and she swore she would feel him for days after. Rick groaned each time, so loud she was certain he had no idea. With a longer groan, he began to shudder and his cock swelled to the point she swore she couldn’t take another inch, then he hit his end with a long, intense moan. He repeated the earlier orgasm by going on for so long that her orgasm built and built then, with another firm pass, he dropped her right into it. She thought she’d spin right out of the room at how intense the pleasure grew. Instead she clung to him, sobbing softly into his neck as the convulsions rocked her on his thick erection.

  When it finally ended he was still on top of her and tickling her neck with each of his breathless pants. Her heart swelled at how he held himself off her, even though his arms were trembling from doing it.

  Nothing and no one in her life had prepared her for this—for Rick Kincaid making love to her. The experience paralyzed her with something, not fear, she realized, but…happiness, maybe. She never wanted to move—or have him move.

  “That’s about near enough to heaven that I don’t think I’ll need to go there.”

  Heaven. Maybe he was right, maybe this was as close as she’d ever come to it, too.

  Maybe that’s what I’m feeling. Heaven in Rick Kincaid’s arms. Or by his side. Both, the teasing, rough military warrior and the lusty, amazing lover were so perfect worry began to take a deeper, firmer root in her heart.

  What if I am to blame for him being hurt? Then what?

  No, don’t think like that. Happiness, just feel happiness, and try to get used to it. It’s something new.

  Kincaid could have stayed right where he was for an eternity, but Hunter needed a shower, and he needed to check her bandage. He wasn’t as confident he’d not hurt her as she seemed to be. Plus, he really just wanted to shower with her.

  Her stomach growled loudly, making her giggle and her face turn a soft pink. It was such a normal moment, he had to blink a few times to keep his head on straight and not fall on her again like a madman.

  She was letting him smooth his hands up and down her cute stomach all the way to her amazing boobs and back down. He also got a full view of all of her, even her pretty pussy. She was bare except for a little line of blonde hair that tantalized him as much as everything else about her. A landing strip, he’d teased her. She’d laughed, but held her stomach when she had, worrying him. She seemed much more at ease, so he was freaking glad they’d had sex. Not only because of that, but that was one bonus. He still felt embarrassed for going all wild, sex-starved sailor on her. Hell, he’d come so fast he doubted she’d even been warmed up before he’d hit the finish line.

  “You’re hungry?”

  “A little, yeah, aren’t you?” she asked, lazily, as if she could stay in bed all day.

  “I ate all the trail mix and a few meals while you were sleeping,” he reminded her. She seemed content to watch him and touch his shoulder and chest once in a while. He liked that, how tentative she was, compared to how wild she’d been earlier. It was cute.

  “I can make you something. There’s some canned goods, but most of it’s old. Want something, or should we head back and eat…somewhere else?” he asked, meeting her eyes.

  She closed her eyes and blew out a breath. “I don’t know. What are we going to do now? You know I was telling you the truth—”

  “I know you have always told me the truth about what matters. You lied a bit about wanting to jump my bones when I ask, but that’s okay, I forgive you.”

  She smiled and pushed his hair off his forehead. “I wasn’t lying then. I didn’t want to have sex with you. It’s going to complicate things,” she added, as if she had to warn him.

  “Good, I like to spice up life. So, you’ve not been here in a while,” he guessed.

  She sat up, giving him one lush view of her perky breasts. She had small, pink nipples, with round little areolas that were a sweet, light color. The fullness of her very big and very real boobs was amazing. Her arms were skinny compared to them. Hell, his hands were damn perfect cupping them, and he had big hands, big feet, big dick.

  “Kincaid,” she whispered when he tested out his theory by cradling her breasts.

  “Rick,” he reminded her. She shook her head, but scooted off the bed, and walked to the bathroom. Not shy at all. But hell, he wasn’t taking his eyes off the view, or complaining. She’d knocked t
he shit out of that werewolf woman, but Hunter was half her size, with a tiny waist and one hell of a back end—perky, like her breasts. But she’d done herself justice in the catfight. The other woman had only won because she’d fought dirty and tried to kill him.

  He followed her, but the sound of his phone stopped him halfway there.

  She glanced back and frowned.

  “Don’t shower until I can take that off,” he said, pointing to the bandage.

  “I can take it off. You get that. They probably think I killed you.”

  He caught her eyes and saw the worry there. Worry that he’d believe whatever else anyone said about her. He deserved the doubts. He should have taken her with him to view the tapes. He should have waited and said he’d not listen until she was there. There was lots of shit he should have done.

  “I already talked to Jack while you were sleeping. No one thinks you killed me, but he chewed my ass for you getting hurt.”

  “He did? Trouble’s guy?”

  “Yeah, my former commander.”

  “Oh,” she whispered.

  “That’s Gray, so I’ll talk and watch,” he said, ducking to get his jeans off the floor and dig out his phone. For once Little Rickie was sleeping, but when he glanced back up, Hunter was giving his body a once-over with a little smile. “And if you keep that up, you’ll wake Rickie,” he warned. “Kincaid here,” he said into the phone, giving her a little push into the bathroom. “I turned on the hot water,” he whispered to her, covering the phone.

  She gave him the okay sign.

  “Kincaid, what the hell is going on? I heard from Torment you took off with Hunter. That was days ago. Jack says you got her hurt again, and now they’ve got some kind of chemical that is supposed to change men into slobbering monsters. Weren’t you supposed to protect the woman and clear her name, while you found our buddies?”

  “Well, how are you doing, too? Thanks for asking.”

  “I’ve called you several times.”

  He had? Kincaid checked his caller ID, and sure enough. Well, he’d been busy doing what a man should do—making love to a beautiful woman.