Lawful: Gia ~ Hunter ~ Julian ~ Jarrod

by Lexi Buchanan

  The following day I’d walked downstairs looking forward to spending the day with him again only to be introduced to Chris. He’s older than Hunter and works for the US Marshals office. Hunter hasn’t said anything to me, but I presume he called someone else in because he doesn’t feel he can protect me due to our attraction. It would have been nice to be told, instead of having it shoved in my face.

  Hunter has used the excuse to my father that Julian had to get back to base so it made more sense for him to be on my father and Chris to be on me.

  I hate it. I hate seeing Hunter every morning and evening and not being able to talk to him in private. I miss his crooked, just-for-me smile, and I miss having his body pressed tight against mine. He hardly glances in my direction anymore and it hurts.

  I miss seeing him so much that I find myself at my bedroom window watching him on his bike. I practically drool when he sits astride it. Every time, he slides his helmet over his head and then looks straight up to my window. I’ve no idea whether or not he can see me when he does but I still feel that connection—like I’m burning up under the heat of his gaze. He looks for what feels like hours, but is only a few seconds before he guns the throttle and shoots down the drive. Day in and day out, I watch him do this and it’s driving me insane. He’s left me frustrated as hell.

  Being alone isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. There is the peace and quiet. But that’s all. I’ve told Chris that I’m planning on staying home, but being in my bedroom where the attack took place is playing tricks on my mind. I keep seeing the knife in front of my face as he grabbed me from behind. I can still feel the grip he had around my waist to keep me pinned to the front of him. The bastard had been aroused and had no trouble rubbing himself against me. He’d made me want to hurl while putting the fear of god in me.

  Since that night I’ve tried not to spend too much time in my room and have even contemplated moving to one of the guest rooms. That hasn’t been mentioned because the following day my father had the US Marshals staying with us. Why he’s using the Marshals isn’t clear. My father has enough money to pay a private security firm, but instead he’s gone to his friend—his only real friend, my Uncle Colin. I guess when a life of a loved one is threatened you go where there’s trust.

  As I pace back and forth in my room, I come to the conclusion that I can’t, after all, stay put. I need to get out of my room—my house. It has become my prison instead of my sanctuary. Going to one of the clubs or bars I usually hang out at with Ivy and Parker isn’t what I need. I just need a sense of freedom—a sense that all is right in the world. And I know exactly where that is.

  An hour after I’d realized where I needed to be, I’m lying on the cool sand, the world dark around me as I enjoy the quiet of the beach without my bodyguard. Part of me knows how stupid I am to have snuck out of the house without Chris, but the need to be on my own, away from the house sent caution flying in the wind.

  It’s pitch dark and as peaceful as I knew it would be. There is a slight breeze, which caresses my heated skin, and the lap of the water is lulling me into sleep. Struggling to maintain consciousness, my eyes fly wide open when I hear, “I should tan your ass for sneaking out.”

  Hunter.

  Quickly getting over the surprise of him finding me, I close my eyes again and give him a sassy response, “I wouldn’t object.”

  He growls and drops down hard onto the sand beside me. Rolling onto his side, he rests his head in his hand and says, “You need to watch what you say to me.”

  “Why?”

  “Why? You really don’t know?”

  I turn my head slightly and meet his gaze. He moves closer to me and is now only inches from my face. He’s making me nervous, but I’m determined to get out what I need to say.

  “You have hardly spoken to me this past week. Whenever I smile and acknowledge you, you always turn away and ignore me. So yeah, I want to know why I should watch what I say to you when you ignore me anyway. It shouldn’t matter.”

  “Fuck, Gia,” Hunter whispers. “I lose all objectivity when I’m with you. I don’t trust myself to keep you safe because instead of my head being on your safety it’s on you. Every time I look at you, all I want is to touch you. To taste you.” He laughs and drops onto his back in the sand. “For the first time in my fucking life I’ve let a woman fuck with my head when all I want to be doing is fucking her.”

  His admission stuns me, but it’s dark and he can’t see my face because I’ve probably blushed to high heaven, I say, “Wow! Well that’s okay because I’d love to have you fucking me.”

  He’s on me as soon as the words leave my mouth. His weight crushes me into the sand as he uses his knees to spread my thighs so he can settle between. I slide my fingers into his hair and pull his head down to me. Our lips meet in a kiss that is a mixture of hunger, lust and passion. Our tongues meet.

  Wrapping my legs around his thighs, I grind my pussy against Hunter’s straining cock. I can feel him hot, hard and pulsing against me through our clothes. I slip my hand between our bodies, straight down the front of his jeans to wrap around his shaft.

  He’s smooth and solid, and as I caress over the flared head with my thumb, he breaks from the kiss and moans, pushing into my hand, leaking precum.

  “Fuck…You have to stop…Ahhh…I shouldn’t have started this. I don’t have anything with me.”

  I meet his eyes at his confession. “You don’t?” I keep hold of his ridged shaft, and caress back and forth along the slit with my fingernail.

  “No,” he moans.

  Leaning down, he kisses my neck, nibbling along the curve of my shoulder.

  Removing my hand, he sighs in relief or maybe disappointment, but he’s soon moaning again once I’ve worked his zipper down. Bringing his flesh out, I shove his jeans down past his ass.

  Raring up, I rub against him while scraping my nails lightly over his rump.

  “I’m on the pill, and I haven’t had sex in months,” I whisper, desperate to be touched. “I need you inside me. I need to feel your cock sliding in and out of me. I’m so wet and tight.”

  Hunter rises up from lying on top of me and settles onto his knees between my spread legs. I prop myself up with my elbows and watch him. He looks so good kneeling in front of me, fully clothed apart from his naked dick sticking out and proud from his body. I can see the glistening tip, which has me licking my lips. A cuss bursts from Hunter’s mouth.

  He seems to be praying to the gods or something with his head thrown back and his face pointing up toward the sky. Suddenly he jumps to his feet, kicks off his boots, following them with his jeans at the same time as he yanks his T-shirt over his head.

  Completely naked, he drops to his knees and moves my dress up around my waist. He inhales when he sees the sexy, white, transparent thong I’m wearing. It doesn’t hide anything. His hand slips beneath the fine lace and slides between my soaking pussy lips. My thighs tremble.

  Growling, Hunter quickly removes the delicate thong. “I’m keeping this because I want to see you wearing it with a pair of high heels and nothing else. Just for me.”

  “I can do that.”

  Moving up my body, he helps me rise as he unfastens the zipper to my dress and unclips my bra.

  He shudders as he watches my dress and bra fall forward, baring my large breasts and nipples that want his mouth on them.

  “God, you’re beautiful.”

  He pushes me back into the sand and placing kisses between my breasts while he caresses the underside with his thumbs.

  I’m in heaven having a naked Hunter on top of me while he licks and nibbles his way closer and closer to my aching nipples. Thrusting my chest out, I hear him chuckle just before he clamps his hot, wet mouth around my left nipple. I jolt with pure pleasure, arching up and wrapping my thighs around Hunters waist. On its own accord my hand goes up and starts to twist and tug the lone nipple.

  When Hunter realizes what I’m doing, he growls and knocks my hand away with
his mouth. “Mine.” He flicks it with his tongue before moving down to my ribs and further south.

  My legs drop to the sand as he closes in on my pussy.

  “Grab my T-shirt,” he asks. It’s beside my head, where it landed when he threw it off.

  Passing it to him, he places it against his cock, and groaning he presses into the sand between my thighs.

  “Don’t want sand all over my cock while I lick the fuck outta you.”

  And then he spreads my thighs wide and places a kiss at the juncture. “Hmm. Your tattoo covers your pussy—hot.” Hunter drops his mouth to me and sticks his tongue out to trace around my butterfly tattoo.

  9

  Hunter

  My dick is so hard that I’m afraid one quick move will snap it in two.

  When I’d followed Gia out here tonight, I hadn’t intended to have sex with her or maybe I did. I’d certainly wanted her with a passion I’ve never known before and the past week has driven me insane. It has taken all I have to be indifferent toward her.

  But what a lot of difference that’s made when I’m here with her now—naked—about to fuck her.

  Not used to taking my time with a woman, I really am trying with Gia. As I lick and kiss her pussy while following the lines of her tattoo, I can smell her arousal, which causes my dick to leak uncontrollably onto my T-shirt. I can’t keep still and every few seconds I move my hips slightly, heightening my own arousal.

  “Please touch me. Oh God, Hunter, I need your mouth on me.”

  Grabbing her legs, I place them over my shoulders before using my fingers to spread her pussy lips open to my eyes and mouth. She moans and arches up into me as I start to tongue her. Her taste is sweet and it’s sexy as hell having her so open to me.

  Inserting a finger inside her, I suck her little clit into my mouth and get rewarded by her thighs tightening around my head as a loud moan escapes her lips.

  If I’m not careful, I’ll be coming on the T-shirt instead of inside her. My cock is desperate to get wet between her thighs and won’t stop leaking with my excitement. I certainly won’t be able to wear my T-shirt back to the house with how much I’ve leaked all over it. She has me worked up like a fucking teenager about to get lucky for the first time.

  Her wetness is covering my chin and fingers as she starts to slide her fingers in my hair—holding me to her, but not for long. I rear up and insert the tip of my dick into her entrance and hold still. She’s watching me between heavily lidded eyes as I try to bring myself under control.

  Before I go any deeper, I admit, “I’ve never been without before, and it’s been a while. Are you sure?”

  “Yes.”

  That’s all I needed to hear.

  Slowly, I start to push further into her and once her channel wraps me in her warm, wet, tight heat I shudder and wrap my arms around her. Holding her tightly against me, I gaze into her eyes.

  The woman in my arms means something to me. I don’t want to put a name to the feelings that are running through me right now because I’m not sure what the hell to do about them. She’s twenty-two to my thirty-five. She lives with her father. I don’t have a home to offer her.

  Home to offer her. What the hell am I thinking?

  Gia tightens her muscles that surround me—once—twice—and then a third time I start a slow back and forth rocking motion. I make sure every rotation includes pressure against her clit. I’m buried so deeply inside her that my balls slap against her bottom.

  Resting, with my elbows on either side of Gia, I lean down and suck, nibble, and lick at each of her breasts in turn while I quicken my thrusts.

  I’m close to losing it. She’s close as well—the little telltale flutters along my dick speaking to me.

  Removing my mouth from her breasts, I take her mouth in a heated kiss before I extend my arms and start thrusting in and out of her tightening sex. Every time I pound into Gia, her breasts shake and when she places her hands on them and starts to pinch her own nipples I lose it completely and start coming.

  Gia screams with her own climax as I pant through mine. Her core flutters around my length, which causes more release to shoot out of my overexcited cock. Gia has small tremors running through her that are massaging my dick as another burst of semen shoots into her.

  Finally, I collapse on top of her. I try not to squash her, but I really don’t have the strength to move. I’m in heaven with an angel in my arms. I never want to move. And by the feel of my cock, neither does it.

  “Hunter…that was…that was…wow.” Gia laughs. “I can’t even string a sentence together.”

  “I need to get off you.” I lift my head and unable to resist, I kiss her mouth—her eyelids—her nose—along each cheekbone—until I take her lips again. I sigh against her lips. “We really need to get dressed. This shouldn’t have happened.”

  I feel Gia stiffen beneath me and I realize what I’ve said. Taking her face into my hands, I kiss her again before resting my forehead against hers. “I’m not regretting making love to you. I meant it shouldn’t have happened out here. Out in the open where anyone could sneak up on us. I should mean that this shouldn’t have happened because I’m thirteen years older than you. It shouldn’t have happened because I’m a Marshal here to protect you, not pleasure you. But I don’t care about those reasons, you’ve gotten under my skin and I don’t know what the fuck to do about you. But I don’t regret being with you—never. So get that thought right out of your head.”

  “Age doesn’t matter to me, Hunter. That isn’t going to change how I’m starting to feel about you.” She squeezes my cock with her pussy.

  “Hmm. Stop that.” I’m still hard inside her and the more she squeezes me, the more aroused I become. “Let’s get dressed.” I push myself off Gia, and slowly withdraw from her causing us both to moan—the friction makes me want to slide back inside her to start all over again.

  Kneeling between her thighs, I hunt around for something to wipe my cock with because I’m covered in our joint release. And as I look at her pussy, I can see my release trickling out of her.

  My T-shirt will have to do. I give my dick a quick wipe before shoving it between Gia’s legs to catch my semen. “Here, hold that and stand up.” Taking one of her hands in mine, I pull her up to her feet before grabbing my T-shirt again.

  Gia holds on to my arms as I wipe her clean. I can tell she’s embarrassed by the way she’s chewing on her bottom lip, but I love the excuse to keep my hands on her.

  “I think you’ll do. Just shower when we get back.”

  She chuckles. “I think I’ll need a long shower to get the sand out of places sand isn’t meant to go.”

  “I kept your dress beneath you so you shouldn’t be that bad.”

  Now she’s cleaned up, the best thing I can do for her is to get her out of here. I pull her bra in place and fasten it back up before doing the same with her dress.

  Gia is fully dressed while I’m still naked as the day I was born.

  “Hunter. I think you need to dress,” Gia tells me, chuckling as she looks me over. I watch her while she stares at my treacherous dick.

  “I’m not going to fit into my jeans if you keep looking at me like that.” I shove my legs into the denim but leave them unzipped.

  “You’re beautiful. I’ve never seen anyone who has the body you have and the amazing artwork.” Gia lifts her eyes to mine. “One day I want to explore every inch of your body. I want to be up close and personal to each and every tattoo…but for now—”

  She drops to her knees and wraps her hands around my erection.

  “You’ll get—” I groan as her mouth covers the bulbous head of my dick “—sand in your mouth. Ahhh. Shit. Gia.” My hands slide into her hair to hold her to me, but fuck we have to stop.

  We’re lucky that we haven’t been discovered so far. But having Gia on her knees is pushing our luck.

  Moving my hips out of reach, I plop out of her mouth. Quickly shoving myself back into my jeans, I g
rimace. “We need to leave.”

  “Okay.” Gia stands back up and refuses my offer of help. “Let’s go then.” She doesn’t quite hide the hint of hurt in her voice.

  “Talk to me, Gia.” I take her hand and entwine our fingers together.

  She sighs, heavily. “I’ve never climaxed so hard before. In fact, I didn’t know that was possible.” She shoves her curls over her shoulder. “I’ve also never given anyone a blowjob before. Well, I mean I’ve tried but he, um, shrunk…and you pulled me off.”

  “What? Are you serious?”

  By her startled look at my exclamation, I knew she’s being honest. “Gia, dammit. I love that I’m the first man to bring you so much pleasure. As for sucking my cock I loved it. If we hadn’t been out here as long as we have then you’d still be on your knees with me fucking your pretty little mouth. You felt for yourself how hard I was. Feel.” I press her hand against my throbbing dick, which is still hard behind my zipper. “There isn’t a damn thing wrong with you. The guy who made you think otherwise is a fucking bastard.”

  “You really do want me that much?”

  “I’ve jerked off every night since I’ve been at your house to images of you.”

  Her eyes widen and her cheeks flush bright red.

  “That’s right. Every fucking night I’ve gotten off thinking about you. My newest dream is of being on my Harley while you’re straddling my thighs with my cock inside you. So don’t doubt that I want you. I shouldn’t, but I do. You’re mine, babe. So deal with it.”

  As I practically drag her to my bike, I catch a small smile on her lips. She either likes the idea of me jerking off, the idea of fucking on my bike or the fact that I told her she’s mine.

  As we stand behind the bike my dream will happen on, I grab the spare helmet.

  “How did you know I’d left when I left my car behind?”

  Placing the helmet securely on her head, I answer, “You’ve become an obsession. I was watching your room.”