Billi Jean

by Running Scared

  He was such a man. She leant forward and brushed her lips over his. “Poor Major, you’re not so good with independent, free-thinking women, are you?”

  His only response was to wrap his arm around her waist and grunt. That grunt was so going to make her life difficult. It was so sexy. She wanted to tease that sound out of him in amazing ways.

  “Sure you want another go, baby?” His voice had lowered to pure sexy huskiness.

  She shivered. Her body flooded his hard-on, with wetness she was not going to be embarrassed by.

  “Mmm, I think I can handle you, Russell, but you swear too much. And we’re making love, not the other,” she told him, firmly resting her chest to his and beginning to kiss his jaw.

  He laughed. So long he practically slipped out of her. If he hadn’t been so big he would have. As it was it shook his cock inside her, hitting the inner walls of her vagina and feeling absolutely incredible.

  “Russell!” She grabbed his shoulders.

  With only a little warning, he tickled her, mocking a fierce expression that had her laughing at his growls as much as his wicked hands. Squealing, she rolled over, breaking their contact to nearly fall off the bed. With a deep laugh, Russell hauled her up against his solid chest. “Ouch.”

  “That didn’t hurt,” he murmured.

  “Huh.”

  He chuckled but slid down to his back, appearing more than satisfied to have her sigh and snuggle her head on his arm, one of her thighs tucked over his. Suddenly his big body tensed, and he sat up. Whoa. Should a man’s stomach muscles look that hot? His had rippled when he sat up. And, yep, Russell had a sexy snake of hair from his flat navel to his penis. Whew, that was sexy.

  “Wait one minute…” Pressing her back, he looked down at her and groaned. “You’re blonde?”

  She giggled at his shocked look. The man was too much. Gathering the sheet, she rolled off the bed and stood. They’d made a mess on the bed—the sheets were tangled, the comforter had completely fallen off the bed. He looked like a rumpled, sexy Roman solider, complete with a few love bites and a puzzled look on his handsome face.

  “Yep, I dye my hair.” He looked as though he thought she was insane. “Men take a dark-haired girl more seriously.” She pouted when he threw himself, spread-eagled, back on the bed and laughed.

  “It’s good you weren’t blonde, Sunshine. I was struggling as it was.” He raised his head enough to frown at her. “What are you doing? Get back here.”

  She peeked back out from the bathroom and waved him down. “I’m going to clean up.”

  He got up, completely nude, his semi-hard penis swaying as he walked, tight six-pack and firm chest muscles so glorious, she got lost looking at him. She shut the door, though, when he got too close. There was no way she could deal with all of that muscled man, naked and totally unashamed of his arousal, standing up and talking to her.

  He knocked.

  She grinned. Boy, was he impatient.

  “Let me in.”

  “Or you’ll blow the house in?”

  He grumbled something, then tested the door. “Susan, come on, baby, let me in.” He didn’t sound too happy at having to ask again.

  “I’m taking a quick shower.”

  “I want in, too.”

  “You do?” She opened the door, peeking up at him, nibbling her lip at his serious expression.

  Russell exhaled like she was insane and rubbed a hand over his hair. He looked so adorably unsure that she smiled. He was simply so big and confident. It was reassuring to know she seemed able to throw him. He finally dropped his hand.

  “Hell—I mean, yes. I want to scrub your back.”

  Well, that sounded a bit dishonest. Her eyes drifted down his hard body and he laughed.

  “All right, maybe more, but not now.” Tugging her hand, he had her in his arms again before she could do more than open her mouth. “I can wait, baby.” He pulled her to his chest, hugging her close against all his hotness. He was like a big, hot furnace. A smooth, big hot furnace. “You’re so beautiful. Come on, let me clean you off.”

  “That would be way too embarrassing, Russell,” she whispered, kissing his chest when he rubbed a hand up and down her back.

  “Shit, baby, no way is that embarrassing. I want to.”

  “Why?”

  “Why, what?”

  She tipped her head up to watch his puzzled face. “Why would you want to…”

  “Clean you up?”

  She refused to acknowledge how easily he made her face heat up.

  “Well, because I want to.”

  And that explained so much about Russell, and most military men she’d known. Her dad had been like that. She’d ask why, and he’d say because he wanted to. End of story. Only it wasn’t the end of the story. She wasn’t a little girl. And she wasn’t going to let Mr Big Bad SEAL run her life with silly little comments like that.

  “Not good enough, Russell.”

  He half snorted a laugh. “Hell, because I made love to you, and want to see for myself that you’re not hurt, and I want to clean off our loving.”

  Well, then. She was tempted—oh, so tempted—to tell him that was much better or that he was a good boy, but the look on his stubborn face said she might be in danger of biting off more than she could chew if she did. “All right.”

  She got the impression he barely held in a growl. His face darkened and his thick, long erection jerked, making it impossible to keep her eyes off it. He reached down and grabbed hold of the base and ran his hand down the length and oh, God, that was sexy.

  “Maybe we should go back to bed. You might be cleaning up only to need to all over again, real soon,” he said.

  That should not be sexy, she thought, watching his grey eyes darken and a grin slip over his handsome face.

  “Russell, you are so bad.”

  “Baby, you have no idea.”

  Chapter Eight

  Lacey shifted next to him, and Russell felt like his chest was too small for his heart. He was in deep shit. The tiny little firecracker was going to have him tied in knots. Literally.

  She nestled against him. All that silky, beautiful skin touching his and inflaming him right back to a killer hard-on. He’d cleaned her off. Wiped his semen and her nectar from her slim thighs and pretty little blonde curls, and wanted to howl at how right that had felt.

  He’d never come in a woman without a condom before. Never seen evidence of his body mixed with another’s. It was mind-blowing. He was reeling, here, and not from the best sex he’d ever had, but from the whole tiny package named Susan. She was blowing him away. She accepted him—them—as something natural. She was a little shy, but not hesitant in the least. She was warm—she was as hot as hell and as sweet as heaven. It was a heady experience having all that focused on him. Completely on him, and only on him.

  “Talk to me, here, baby.”

  “Mmm, men don’t like to talk, do they?”

  He gave her an exaggerated sigh, enjoying playing with her this way. She’d been jumpy when he’d warmed a washcloth and cleaned her. Her nervous chatter had filled the bathroom. Her face had been a rosy pink, and she’d alternated from frowning fiercely at him to nibbling her lip over his over-eager erection.

  “Ah, now, men I have no idea about.” He shrugged one shoulder and caressed her bare arm, “But sure, I want to talk.”

  He’d tucked them back in bed and turned her so she faced him, brushing her hair off her face, and leaned on an elbow to look down at her.

  “Tell me how you got this,” he asked as gently as he could, tracing the sunburst pattern of her scar. She tensed at first, then seemed to consider him. Sky blue eyes held his for a long while before he said, “Baby, I’ve seen worse. Tell me. And your leg. How did you hurt it?” Trailing a hand down her flat stomach to her thigh, he found the slightly raised lines, still recent enough to be pink.

  “Are you always so nosy?” She reached up and traced one of his scars. “You tell me and I’ll tel
l you…”

  “Witch. I asked first. Now, come on. Don’t be shy.”

  She laughed. “I don’t think I’ve been that shy…”

  “And did I tell you how happy that made me?” He pulled her closer and kissed her deeply before letting her go. He loved that she wasn’t being shy. She was lying on the bed, naked and beautiful, not the least bit hesitant about letting him look his fill. And he did. God, what man wouldn’t? She had the most beautiful breasts, so pretty and plump on her small frame, it was a wonder they didn’t look too big. But they weren’t. They were perfect. So was the rest of her. She tugged his hair and he looked up to see her blushing. Well, maybe his drooling over her tiny belly button and blonde curls made her a bit uncomfortable.

  “You’re staring.”

  “Damn right. You’re like a banquet and I’ve been starving, here. Cut me some slack.”

  “Slack?” She frowned suddenly and sat up.

  Her breasts bounced right in front of his nose before he jerked his eyes up to her face. Holy hell.

  “When are your buddies coming over for the alarm?”

  The alarm. He’d left a message, but… “I haven’t heard back from them.”

  “And how much did you say that cost, this alarm system?”

  Ah, tricky. She was a smart woman. “A few hundred, maybe a bit…” He trailed off when she smacked his shoulder with one of her tiny hands. Blinking at her, he couldn’t quite take in that she was angry and had just hit him. She hadn’t hurt him, but still.

  “That’s not the truth, Russell. Don’t lie to me because you want me to have this and think to protect me. For your information, I am not stupid. And I’m loaded. So I can buy the system, which costs around five thousand, not a few hundred.”

  Goddamn, that turned him on. That furious little frown had his heart rate hitting the danger zone. He tossed her back on the bed and covered her with his body, kissing her before she could say another word. She tried to laugh, but he dragged her butt up and pressed every inch of his erection against her silky stomach. He scooped her up by the waist and rolled onto his back, breaking the kiss with a long, slow suck on her bottom lip.

  “Ah, you’re hot as hell when you’re so smart. Yeah, it costs a bit more, but I want to get it for you. Now settle down. And no hitting, Sunshine. No hitting, because you—”

  She stopped him with a kiss, a long, lingering kiss that had him wanting much, much more. She wiggled her body against his until she was straddling him, his cock trapped between their stomachs, her hands in his hair and her thighs open over his hips. Hot. God, the woman was hot.

  Slowly, very slowly she pulled back but sucked his bottom lip, much the way he had hers, but she pulled it with a little teasing glint in her blue eyes until she let it go with a soft sucking sound. “Let’s make love again instead of arguing, Russell.”

  “Fuck, you can’t—” he began, but she cut him off with her soft pink lips.

  “You swear too much,” she murmured against his mouth.

  Her blue eyes flashed in a warning he didn’t miss while she robbed him of brain cells by rubbing her wet folds along his erection. He was tempted to give her pert little ass a good swat again. Instead, he lifted his head to reach her throat. Her pulse beat against his lips. Something elemental swelled in his chest, something possessive. She was his, this woman, this life. His. Goddamn, that was a scary thought.

  “Mmm, I like that.”

  He brushed his lips along the column of her neck. She tilted her head to give him more room and grazed his cock with another wiggle of her hips. Instead of rushing it, he trailed kisses down her neck to her breasts, licking a gorgeous nipple until she was arching and thrusting her breast down, obviously wanting more. But not asking. He rubbed his jaw over the side of her breast and she gasped. Her nails dug into his chest, but she stayed quiet.

  “You like that?”

  “Mmm, oh, yeah. I do.” She pressed down on his chest with her hands and moved her breast along his face on her own. He loved that, how responsive she was to his touch.

  “More?”

  For an answer, she pulled away to sit up and meet his eyes. He lifted her hips and she rose up on her knees, allowing him to position his cock and guide her down, gently filling her inch by slow inch. They both groaned at the same time. She was hot, wet and so tight he had to work to get inside, but it felt so good.

  “Russell…” She sucked in a breath, but made the soft little sound of pleasure he was beginning to recognise, too. It was close to a moan but sounded needier, almost too soft to hear, but he found himself listening for it now.

  “You like that?”

  She blushed but lifted her bottom in his hands and bit her lip when he cupped her tighter.

  “Oh, Russell, that feels so good,” she whispered, gripping his shoulders and licking his jaw before sucking on his skin. She was wet, so tight it was making him crazy, but he needed to remain in control. Slow and gentle.

  “Fuck, let me show you good, baby.”

  “Russell!” She bit him on the jaw and glared at him. “You swear too much.”

  His cock jerked inside her, making them both groan as he sank deeper.

  “Ah, baby, you like it when I swear. And we might be making love, but I’m going to fuck you all day.” He felt her shiver around his cock. Her pussy clenched at the word ‘fuck’ and he slipped in deeper. “Feel that, baby? Nice and slow. This kind of fuck will make you come like crazy,” he told her.

  He kept up the slow, steady pace but Susan tried to increase it, pushing back into him with amazing little grinds of her hips. She was tight this way, hell, she was tiny any way he looked at it, but on top like this she fit like a warm, wet glove. He increased the pace. Susan sucked in a breath and her hands clenched into fists on his chest. She liked that. He found the spot again when he drove in deeper.

  “Oh, Russell, there. Oh, there.”

  Holding her bottom down firmly, he began hitting her pussy with sharp upward movements of his hips. She tossed her head and silky hair fluttered over his arm and shoulder. Pink, luscious lips parted. With each upward thrust her breasts bounced and her head nodded. She was lost to passion, grinding down him and softly moaning his name.

  Around his cock, he felt her trembling on the edge already. He slowed down, shoving in and stopping as deep as possible. Her wail of protest did odd things to him. His gut clenched, sweat poured off him in gallons, his cock flexed like it wanted to dig in even deeper, but he held still, fighting not to move a muscle as she wriggled in his hold.

  “You want more, baby? Tell me. Say it. ‘Fuck me, Russell.’ Tell me.” He needed this, for some reason. “Say it, baby. I’ll make you scream.” Wanted to hear her say something she’d probably never said before. He was pushing her, he knew it, but some instinct said she liked it. “I want to hear it,” he whispered into her neck, licking her soft skin, and felt her tighten around his cock.

  “Russell, stop teasing me,” she wailed.

  His cock jerked and his balls felt pinched. He pressed his hips up tight and ground into her.

  “Say it. Tell me,” he demanded, determined not to move even if it was killing him. He’d come twice and wanted more, but he could wait. Something told him she wanted this. She was flooding his cock with her excitement. He wanted her to tell him what she wanted, what turned her on. He had an idea this did. She might not know enough to know all the things that turned her on but he was guessing his crude language made her hot. Hoping.

  “Russell, please!” She tried to move her hips, but he held her tighter.

  “Ah-ah, baby.” He kissed his way to her mouth.

  She flung her hair off her face and glared down at him.

  Adorable. Fucking adorable. “Tell me.”

  “You owe me. Now move,” she said, actually biting his lip with that little comeback. He nearly exploded. She was so stubborn it made him hotter than hell.

  “Say it.”

  She struggled against his hold, but only managed
to nearly have him blow his load at how good she felt wiggling all over him.

  “Russell!”

  “Say it, baby. Say it,” he urged, giving her one firm thrust nearly shoving her up his body. If he hadn’t been holding her down by her lush ass with both hands, she would have hit the headboard. He ground his teeth at how good she felt surrounding his cock. Owed her? Yeah, he did, but not for hedging about the alarm. He was in heaven and didn’t want it to end.

  “Russell, oh, God!”

  “Say it. Say ‘fuck me harder’. Say it.”

  She let out a low, sexy groan and tipped her head back. Her breasts bobbed and she tried to move on his dick. He kept her still, refusing to give her the friction they were both dying for. With another low cry, she gave him a passion-filled, frustrated look and rocked forward, digging her nails into his chest. He felt her pussy tighten around his cock before she cried out his name.

  “Russell, harder. I want you to fuck me harder, right now!” She took his mouth in a desperate kiss and he thrust upwards, grinding against her. She felt so good he had to struggle not to join her when the force of her climax trembled down her legs cinched around his waist.

  He groaned as pleasure ripped from his scalp all the way down his toes. He jerked with each gush and held Susan tightly, too tight, but unable to stop. Nothing could have stopped him. Even when he was done, he tipped her over onto her back and sank into her willing embrace again. She purred like a happy little cat and he took them up to the stars again, trying to soothe the burn that heated them both.

  Chapter Nine

  Sore muscles and tender places deep inside protested when she snuggled closer to Russell’s sweaty body. Sucking in a breath, she both heard and felt Russell’s soft chuckle. She swatted him playfully on the arm and he chuckled even more, sliding his warm hand down her back to cup her bottom. The man had no shame at all. He brushed a kiss to her neck, and she sighed at the feel of his rough jaw tingling over her sensitive skin. Man, she loved that, how rough he felt against her. Manly.