Hemi: Scifi Alien Invasion Romance (Hell Squad Book 13)
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Cam’s squad was escorting them in the Darkswifts.
Stony-faced Marcus and Cruz were seated closest to the cockpit. Gabe, with his usual silent “don’t fuck with me” face stood with Reed by the side door. The big man was stroking his carbine.
Hemi leaned back, closed his eyes, and crossed his palms over his stomach.
“Are you really relaxed, or are you just faking it?”
He opened one eye and saw Claudia watching him. “You guys are on edge enough for all of us put together. No point in me adding to it.” He lifted a shoulder. “Doesn’t help anyone.”
“That’s pretty Zen, Rahia.”
He closed his eyes again. “My ma taught us boys how to chill out. She had three big, wild testosterone-filled sons. She figured if she didn’t teach us to control ourselves, we’d end up in jail, or dead.”
“Sounds like a woman I would like.”
Cam’s quiet comment made him open his eyes again. She was watching him, an unreadable expression on her face. “You would.” And she’d be in fits of delight at the woman Hemi wanted to claim as his own.
Marcus pressed a finger to his earpiece. “Elle, any aliens in range?” He tilted his head as he listened to his wife’s answer. “Good. Let’s hope it stays that way.”
It wasn’t until the Hawk began to descend into the hangar at the Enclave that he felt the men and women around him start to relax.
Finn kept the Hawk hovering just above the ground, as the crew below disconnected the creeper. When the skids of the Hawk finally touched down, Marcus pulled the side door open.
As he climbed out, Hemi spotted Laura’s red hair. She was shouting orders at her team as they shifted the creeper onto a larger, modified, iono-stretcher. He hoped to hell the cell they’d been preparing was strong enough. He suspected that once the creeper woke up, it was going to be royally pissed.
General Holmes stepped forward. “Well done.”
“Thanks.” Claudia tossed her ponytail over her shoulder. “We had a good team. And we had a lovely little retreat in the mountains.”
Shaw groaned. “I need a shower and my own bed.” Then he slapped Hemi on the back. “Not quite as much as this man, though. Apparently, creepers don’t think berserkers taste bad.”
“Screw you, Shaw,” Hemi said good-naturedly.
“No accounting for taste,” Cam added.
Tane approached. “You okay?”
“Fine.”
“Heard you got swallowed by an alien.”
Hemi grimaced. “I don’t recommend it.”
Tane peered at Hemi with that eerie stare of his. “You’re sure you’re okay?”
He wasn’t ready to talk about Cam, even with his brother. He nodded. When he turned his head, he saw Cam stalk away, heading for the exit. Disappointment skewered him.
Suddenly, a wild, enraged screech filled the hangar. Hemi tensed and spun…in time to see one of Laura’s team members go flying, his stun prod skidding across the concrete.
Laura was shouting, and the creeper was beginning to tear free of its restraints. One of its legs was slicing dangerously through the air.
Shit. Hemi charged forward. Around him, Hell Squad leaped forward, swinging carbines off their shoulders.
“Try not to kill it!” Hemi called out. He didn’t fancy another hunting trip.
“We need it alive,” the general added.
Another strap broke, and the creeper was now half on, half off the stretcher. Its hot, red gaze on the fallen guard.
“Sedatives are losing their effect,” Laura yelled. She was wielding a stun prod, and looked like she knew how to use it.
“Find some chains, or something strong enough to contain it,” Hemi told her. “I’ll bring it down.”
A man screamed.
Hemi saw the young guard scooting backward on his butt. The creeper was moving toward him, dragging the stretcher with it.
Hemi broke into a run. He needed a prod. He opened his mouth to yell, when he saw Cam running in closer from the other side. She was holding the downed guard’s prod. She tossed it, and it spun through the air.
He snatched it, swung it around, and then threw himself into the air. He raised the prod above his head.
The creeper spun to face him, and let out a screech. Its ugly mouth was open and pulsing.
Hemi jammed the prod down into it.
The creeper dropped, its body doing a jerky dance as the stun hit it. Hemi sailed over the alien and hit the ground with a roll.
He came to his feet to the sound of applause.
Laura’s team all looked shocked but relieved. Shaw was applauding and gave a whistle. “That was a nine-point-five, Rahia. If you could have added a mid-air flip, it would have been a perfect ten.”
“I’ll give you a flip.” He gave the sniper the finger.
Their banter broke the edgy tension in the room. There was a clank of chains.
“Get that damn thing chained up and in its cell,” Laura ordered. “Thanks, Hemi. Cam.”
He glanced at Cam and nodded. Without her help, they would have been cutting that poor guard out of the creeper. Come on, Cam. Just reach out.
She stared at him for a second, then walked out.
A muscle ticked in his jaw. He could wait her out, dammit. But his hands ached to touch her, grab her, and damn well shake some sense into her.
“Go, Hemi,” the general said. “Clean up and get some rest.”
Back in his room, Hemi had a quick shower, and pulled on some jeans. In his small kitchen, he cracked open a beer, and leaned against the cupboards. He knew it wasn’t even lunchtime yet, but he needed a drink.
After a mission he was always keyed up, energized. In the past, he’d sweet-talk a woman into his bed to work it off, or he’d hang with his squad.
All he wanted today, though, was Cam. Wrapped around him, him lodged inside her, her laugh ringing in his ears.
He took a long sip of beer. He was a man used to taking what he wanted, but with Cam, he knew he couldn’t take her. Not when she’d chalk it up to desire, fucking, or a one-night stand. God, he felt like he was a crazy teenager again playing chicken in his car with his mates. Waiting to see which one would swerve first.
Screw this. He slammed his beer down. She didn’t want to talk about her past or her family, fine. They’d get to that later. He’d fuck her hard and good, get her all soft and flushed, and then get his answers. He’d do whatever he had to do in order to get the rest of her.
He grabbed a shirt off the back of a chair and slipped it on, marching toward the door. She’d probably be in her room. Wherever she was, he’d find her. He yanked his door open.
Then he jerked to a stop. Cam was standing in his doorway, her fist raised to knock on his door.
“Oh, you’re going out. Right.” Her face fell and she started to turn away. “Whatever. I’ll see you around—”
Hemi grabbed her arm to stop her. She’d come to him.
His gaze drifted over her. She’d showered as well, her hair still wet, and she was wearing teeny tiny denim shorts that showed every inch of those long, glossy legs of hers.
Lust hit him like a battering ram. He yanked her to him, and her hands went to his shoulders, digging in.
He wasn’t sure if he kissed her or she kissed him, but their tongues tangled. He lifted her up, his palms digging into the globes of her ass, as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
He staggered inside, managing to close the door with a kick of his foot. He stumbled through his quarters, desperate for her. He hit something and heard a crash.
Flat surface. He needed the nearest hard, flat surface. He set her down, dimly realizing it was on his kitchen counter.
“Now. Now.” She was chanting the words, her hands diving lower to drag down the zipper of his jeans. His cock sprang free and she circled it, stroked once.
A shudder wracked him. Damn. He reached up, gripping her short hair, and tipped her head back. Their mouths fused together.
“Mine,” he growled. He pulled her up, sucking her nipple into his mouth.
“Hot. I’m so hot.” She pressed her hands back onto the smooth counter and thrust her chest up. He’d never seen anything sexier.
He slid his other hand down, following the dip of her waist and the curve of her hips, until he reached her shorts. It took him seconds to strip them off her and get his hands between her legs.
“So wet. No wonder you’re hurting, baby.” He stroked her, feeling her hips move. “This is where I want to be. I belong here.”
He pulled back, clamping his hands on her hips and dragging her to the edge of the counter.
“Hurry.” She let her legs fall apart.
Hemi was moving on animal instinct now. Need was like the pound of his heartbeat in his head. He pulled her closer and thrust inside her. She cried out, her back arching.
God. He pressed his mouth to her neck, grazing her skin with his teeth.
Then he pulled back. “Watch. Look where we’re joined.” His voice was guttural.
He shifted so she could see where their bodies were connected. Where the thick part of him was splitting her wide.
She looked, her face flushed. She reached down, her hand stroking where she was strained around his cock. Then her long fingers moved up to brush her clit. She bucked.
“That’s it, baby. Touch yourself.” He started to pump into her.
As she caressed her clit and he moved inside her, his control eroded away. He was hammering into her now and he heard something fall off the counter and smash.
Her legs wrapped tight around him, her heels digging into his back. Guttural animal sounds emanated from both of them.
Then Cam arched and cried out. “Hemi! I’m coming.”
He was completely lost in her and he fucking loved it. He felt her orgasm rocket through her, and her body clamped down on him, squeezing his cock. It tossed him over the edge. He kept his gaze locked on her face, not wanting to miss a single thing. He came with one long roar.
Chapter Ten
Hemi scooped Cam off the counter with one strong flex of his arm. Since her legs were boneless, she was okay with that. And because she was feeling pretty darn good, she let herself snuggle into his chest.
He laid her down on the bed. The sheets smelled of him—dark and masculine. Then he leaned over her and pressed a kiss to her shoulder.
The intimacy made her belly flutter.
His gaze raked over her. “So damn sexy, Cam.” This time he pressed a kiss to her collarbone, his beard scraping her sensitive skin. She shivered.
“Hey, big guy.” She tried to keep it easy, joking, and arched up into him. She scraped her nails down his bare chest, over bulky muscles and his tattoos. “You can’t be ready for round two yet?”
He ignored her, and kept peppering soft kisses between her breasts, down her stomach. She started to squirm.
“I was coming to find you,” he murmured.
She closed her eyes for a second. Hell, they were a pair.
“I’m still a bit pissed at you for the risks you took on the mission. And for getting eaten.” She knew images of him disappearing inside that creeper would haunt her nightmares for a long while.
“And I still want you to tell me about your parents, and let me in.” This time, he pressed a kiss to her belly, and then raised his head to look up her body. “But not now.”
Her breath hitched, and she stared at the heat and intensity in his dark-brown eyes. “Not now.”
But Cam already knew that the stubborn berserker would keep pushing and prodding her. She would share with him later, about the two people she’d come from, damn him. If for no other reason than to get him to see that she wasn’t the forever kind of girl. That they wouldn’t work, long term.
His mouth grazed over her hip bones, and his tongue scraped her skin. He nudged her legs apart.
His mouth went lower and her hands twisted in the sheets. She loved watching his big bulky body between her far more slender legs. Then his mouth was on her, sucking and licking, and her eyelids fluttered closed. His beard scraped against sensitive places.
“Look at me.” A demanding growl.
Yeah, her Hemi liked to watch. His big palms slid under her butt and lifted her up to him. She watched his dark head between her legs as he sucked on her like she was his favorite fruit.
God. That tongue of his. With another lick, she came hard against his mouth.
When he set her back on the bed, Cam was panting, fighting to come down from the high.
He rolled onto his back beside her, a very satisfied look on his face.
She got to her knees. “Pretty pleased with yourself, Rahia?”
His smile widened. He’d never be a handsome man, but that cocky grin of his made him damn delectable.
“Any time my woman screams my name in pleasure makes me pretty pleased.”
His woman. Cam filed that away to deal with later. She let her fingers drift over his ridged stomach. “I seem to recall I owe you a prize.”
His body went rigid. She pressed her hands to his strong thighs and scooted back a bit.
Then his hand feathered through her hair. “I won’t lie. I’ve imagined my cock between your lips about a thousand times.”
She circled the broad base of his cock and stroked. She loved going down on a man, having him at her mercy, seeing the raw pleasure on his face.
As she pumped his thick cock, he pulsed in her palm. God, he seemed even bigger than before. She lowered her head and sucked the thick head into her mouth.
Hemi groaned and muttered a curse.
Cam swirled her tongue around him, loving the salty, musky taste of him. She looked up his strong body, saw his glittering dark gaze locked on her. Like he’d never be able to look away.
“Tell me if there is anything you like.” She sucked him back in.
“My cock in your mouth. I’m happy.” His next groan was deep and long. “You might destroy me, but I’ll die a happy, satisfied man.”
She took him deeper, experimenting with her grip and speed. Each groan told her what he liked best. Soon his hips were moving, and she knew he was getting closer to the edge.
His big hands were on the back of her head now, guiding her as she took him deeper.
“Baby. Fuck, I’m going to come.”
She pulled back, licking at him. “You want to come in my mouth, or somewhere else?”
He muttered a vicious curse and yanked her up. She grinned, straddling his hips. She wasted no time circling his thick cock and sinking down on him.
They both groaned. Cam pressed her hands against his hard chest, and took a second to adjust. She felt every inch of him stretching her. She started to ride. She loved having a man beneath her, too. Correction—she loved having this man beneath her.
She shifted her hips, moving in circles for a bit, before she found her rhythm. She started riding him, faster and faster. His groans echoed around her, and the sensations built inside her.
“No.” Hemi grabbed her hips and slowed her down. “I want slow and steady this time.” His voice was deep, his eyes glittering. “I want to watch your lovely breasts jiggle when you move. I want to watch you take me slow and deep.”
“I’m on top, Hemi. That means I’m in charge.” And she wanted it hard and fast, not this slow, intimate ride that made her throat go tight.
But his hands dug into her hips, controlling her speed. The sensations kept growing, building, spilling around inside her.
“Hemi.”
“That’s it. I fucking love it when you say my name like that, when I’m deep inside you.”
Her head fell back and she kept riding him.
“Eyes to me,” he demanded.
She opened her eyes and met deep brown ones. Her hips kept rising and falling, and her orgasm curled around h
er, shining hot and bright.
Then she broke apart, sobbing as her climax hit her. Hemi groaned and bumped his hips up, prolonging the intensity of her pleasure. As his body bucked again under the force of his own release, Cam fell over the edge once more.
***
Cam felt far too good to let anything worry her. Her body was unbelievably loose, limber, and relaxed. She might have had beard burn in a few unmentionable places, but that didn’t bother her, either. She’d been well compensated for it.
Hell, she even let Hemi hold her hand as they walked through the corridor on the way to the games room.
They were heading to meet his squad for a few drinks. She’d wanted to take off, but he’d grabbed her hand and refused to let go. And then he’d asked her nicely and had even said please.
His strong fingers squeezed hers. “It’s just a beer, baby, relax.”
Just a beer. Just enjoy yourself. But as she glanced down at their entwined fingers, she was more worried that there were other things entwined, as well. Things that she’d never get untangled.
Had her parents held hands? Looked at each other with such want and desire? She was sure they had…for a while.
A few people glanced at them as they passed. Their joined hands were met with a mixture of raised brows and smiles.
Cam ignored them, until they entered the games room. The place was definitely busy. Lots of people talking and laughing, finding their fun where they could. On the opposite side of the room, she spotted the men of Squad Three, throwing axes at a target.
Of course, they were throwing axes. She rolled her eyes, watching Tane slam a small axe into a bullseye on the wall. Why bother with darts or knives, when you could throw axes?
It looked like Tane and Levi were locked in a death match. Tane had his dark dreadlocks pulled back, and was sipping from a homebrewed beer, his face serious, as he pulled an axe from the target.
As Hemi and Cam approached, Tane’s dark gaze fell on them. A faint smile crossed his face.
As the rest of Hemi’s squad turned to look at them, Cam tried to pull her hand away from his. Hemi held on tighter. They ended up in a tugging match.
Hemi won by yanking her in front of him, and wrapping an arm around her neck. It was a pretty blatant, macho-man claim. She barely stopped herself from rolling her eyes.