Unexpected Hero (Skyline Trilogy Book 1)

by Willow Summers

  Josh’s eyes caught the movement and his gaze followed her hand’s journey, snagging on her breasts. He stepped slowly to her, as if in a dream. He bent with purpose, smoothly running his warm, wet tongue over her sensitive nipple. Her body jolted and a surprised moan ripped from her mouth.

  “Can you handle me again? Are you sore?”

  When did his voice become so gentle?

  In answer, she reached down to his cock and stroked him through his jeans. “A little gentler this time?”

  “Wait here.” He dashed toward camp and she heard him mutter, “What am I doing?” before he was out of sight. She took off her nightgown and rubbed the dirt off the back of her body. She badly needed a wash.

  When he came back, he had two blankets and a pack of baby wipes. As he saw her naked body he stopped dead, frozen in place, trying to take in everything at once.

  “You are a goddess,” he murmured, walking to her.

  “And here I have body issues,” she said with a smile. She was teasing, but they both knew she meant it. Usually men expected a rail-thin model, like all the pictures. Even Lewis always hinted that maybe putting on muscle would be less feminine and therefore less attractive. It was nice to hear a real man appreciate her body. It made her feel confident and sexy. She wanted to explore this feeling.

  He shook his head at her comment. “Don’t. Don’t ever let someone decide for you how you should look. You are gorgeous. I’m still not sure if I’m awake. I’m not sure I’m this lucky.”

  “Are those blankets?”

  He closed the distance in three steps. He handed them to her and waited until she tentatively took them, not sure what to do, before he bent down and whisked her up into his arms.

  “Oh God, Josh!” she squealed.

  “Ssshhhh, there were a few restless sleepers. We don’t need to wake the whole camp. We shouldn’t be doing this.”

  “Rules are meant to be broken.”

  “We’ll talk about that later.” His voice sounded ominous. Her stomach fluttered.

  He didn’t strain with her weight—he didn’t even seem taxed.

  Relaxing, she nuzzled his neck, breathing in his scent of woods, campfire, and something all of his own that delighted her senses and had her tightening her arms around him. She kissed his neck softly, hearing a low groan deep in his throat.

  A moment later he set her down softly and then spread out the blankets. She moved to get in and he said, “Wait, let’s clean you up first.”

  He opened the pack of baby wipes and cleaned the crusty dirt from her legs, and then her back. He turned her around and then wiped her breasts and stomach. Nurse Josh was back, gentle and focused. He bent to do her inner thighs and even her sex, not acting on the desire that had his breath coming out in spasmodic rasps. She knew exactly how he felt, though she wouldn’t have had the restraint.

  “You drive a man to distraction,” he said with lidded eyes and a husky voice. “Too much beauty for one woman.”

  “If you ever smiled, I could return the compliment.”

  “If you ever told a funny joke, I might smile.”

  He leaned in and kissed her, soft and sweet, lingering and playful. “Get in the blankets, wench,” he said with a chuckle.

  Adrenaline coursed through her body. Anticipation was building. She crawled between the soft blankets and watched as he stripped out of his pants, his cock bobbing and slick. He climbed in next to her, pulling her along his hard body.

  “Talk first or later?” he said, running his tongue down the side of her throat.

  “Talk? What a boring idea. What else did you have in mind?”

  “Doing the stuff we missed last time. If we’re going to break the rules, we might as well do it thoroughly. No one will hear us out here.”

  “Is that a hint?”

  “Mmmm.” He moved his body down between her legs and licked her folds. He softly kissed and lightly bit her inner thighs, running his hands along her belly. He returned to her sex, flicking his tongue along her slit, then focusing on her center, licking and sucking. Heat flared and built, pulsing. She arched up to him and ran her fingers through his hair, winding tighter. Pleasure coursed through her, heady and delicious.

  “God, Josh, please.” She arched again, the sensations becoming too intense, her body needing release.

  He threaded a finger into her, and then two, thrusting in rhythm with his tongue.

  “Oh!” A climax lifted her off the ground, drumming through her. It subsided into glorious shivers, humming deep in her core. She lay back down, languid and relaxed. “Mmm.”

  He slowly kissed up her skin, letting the friction of his body start her building again. Into her stomach he asked, “Did you lose control that time?”

  “Ish.”

  “Ish? Is that a ‘not really,’ then?”

  “I like to stay in the present.”

  “Then I must work harder.”

  He pulled a condom out of his jeans and put it on as he asked, “Do I need to go slow?”

  “Slow would be good,” she purred.

  “I mean…do you, uh, did I—”

  Clearly he was used to making women sore with his size.

  She stroked her fingers through his hair. “You don’t need to be too gentle, but you can start that way and see how things go.”

  “Got it.”

  And he did have it. He suckled her nipples as he manipulated her pleasure nub, building her again. Only when she grabbed his shoulders with claw-like fingers did he slide into her with a sigh. He leaned his forehead onto hers for a moment before languidly kissing her lips.

  He was slow and gentle. Sickeningly gentle.

  “Oh, Josh,” she said, nearly crying with the pleasant frustration of it. “Harder, Josh.” She clutched his back, wound up so tight she thought she’d fracture. “Please.”

  He pushed into her slowly, firing sensations in her body that exploded across her skin, making her tingle. Making her core burn.

  Panting, desperate, she bit his shoulder and clenched around him, sweating and wild, needing more of him. All of him. Never wanting this to end but needing release.

  “Josh,” she begged, burning alive. “Josh.”

  He drew it out, prolonging it, sliding into her body with perfection, hitting all the points of friction she needed. Her core pounded now; her muscles flexed; her teeth slammed shut. She couldn’t maintain her dignity. She had no control of herself or her actions. She scratched and begged, moaned and bucked, harder and wilder. Right on the edge. She just needed—

  Josh slammed into her, one hard, delicious thrust.

  “Fu—” She yanked his hair as pleasure punched her, blacking out her thoughts, wiping clear her mind. Waves of extreme sensation pulled her under and flipped her around, shaking her body with a climax so complete, so pure, that all she could do was feel. Feel his body inside her, on top of her, around her. His smell and his touch, his heat—in that moment, all she knew was him.

  She held on, trying to catch her breath. When she finally floated back to reality, he was looking down at her, a small smile playing across his lips.

  “Did I tell a joke to deserve a half-smile?” she asked lazily.

  “A joke? No. Fascinating entertainment, yes. Why would you try so hard to be in control when you get so much pleasure from losing it?”

  “I could ask you the same question.”

  His smile dripped away, back to serious and brooding.

  “Uh oh, I ruined the mood,” she said with a chuckle. She struggled to get up. He let her, though she could tell by his reluctance that he’d rather she didn’t. He wasn’t done—he thought she had wanted to stop.

  Silly of him, because he was going to see what pleasure torture was like.

  She started by teasingly kissing up his right inner thigh. When she got to his package, she switched sides, heading up again. She pulled off the slippery condom, pausing when he grabbed her wrist.

  “Trust me,” she said in a sultry whisper. T
he moonlight glinted off his eyes, liquid gold pools warily looking up at her. “Just for the foreplay.”

  His fingers slowly peeled away from her skin. His eyes, still wary, watched her with his full presence of mind.

  That would never do.

  Keeping her eyes connected, she slowly lowered back down to his hard length, watching fire spark in his eyes as she ran her lips down his shaft. With the tip of her tongue she drew a line back up the middle and lightly, ever so lightly, drew her teeth across his tip.

  He sucked in through his teeth.

  She kissed along the line between his perfectly sculpted pecs and then ran her tongue first around one nipple, and then the other. She moved up to lightly touch her lips to his. His hands slid up her arms. He traced her jaw line with his thumb.

  “I hope you’re comfortable—there’s a lot of you to kiss, and I don’t want to miss anywhere,” she joked, getting him comfortable. Making him feel like he was still in control. Which he was. For now.

  She kept on, making jokes and smiling, ensuring that he was relaxed and enjoying himself. Then she paused in the exploration of his incredible body to kiss his lips, grabbed his bottom lip with her teeth, and rubbed her slick sex along his length.

  His hands smacked against her butt as he gripped hard, giving her an unexpected jolt of pleasure. His body flexed.

  Here we go.

  She deepened the kiss and moved her hips in a circle, catching him just on the outside of entering her. She arched and tilted, sliding back down, keeping him away. Making him pant and squeeze her butt, his hands shaking now.

  “Josh,” she said in a desirous, honeyed voice. “Mmm, Josh,” she murmured against his lips. “Do you want me?”

  “Yes.” His breathing was ragged. “Yes, Jenna.”

  She licked his bottom lip as she, painfully slowly, moved her hips in another circle, making his cock run down her slippery sex. It caught at her opening. His chest bulged and his hips gyrated up, trying to penetrate.

  She lifted, keeping him away. Increasing the agony.

  “Beg me for it, baby,” she said in a silky voice. “Beg me to let you fuck me.”

  He was on the edge, she could tell, and probably just as desperate to claw his way back as she had been, and just as unable to.

  He needed to give in to it, though. Give in to her.

  She raked her hands down his chest, loving the way that a tattoo sliced down the side of his washboard abs. She pinched a nipple. His groan sounded like a growl.

  “Beg me,” she taunted, sliding down his manhood.

  “Jenna,” he grunted, right on the cusp. Right there. Just needing a push.

  She rocked forward to reach for his pants, hoping he had brought more than one condom.

  It was the movement away that did it.

  His hands tightened on her hips and he thrust upward, piercing her.

  “Oh!” Her breath caught in her throat and her head fell back.

  He thrust into her madly, hard, delicious smacks against her body that pounded pleasure through her body. She gripped his chest and squeezed her eyes shut, crying out with each exquisite assault to her senses. Every nerve was a firecracker, going off repeatedly, haphazardly, around her body. She couldn’t seem to scream loudly enough to fully express the fire burning her skin.

  She hit the wall, teetering on the edge, unable to breathe, unable to process the feelings pulsing through her body, overcoming her. Drowning her.

  “Oh, Josh!”

  He sat up with her. In a possessive circling of his arms, he trapped her against him and thrust, harder and harder, deeper and deeper, impaling her over and over until she cried out from the sheer onslaught of it. Like a demon possessing her, he pulled her under and consumed her with his need.

  She rocketed over the edge, crying out from a release so hard it brought tears to her eyes. He shook against her a second later, his body quaking with spasms.

  Another orgasm ripped through her, making her vibrate. His thrusts were jerky now, still coming, making aftershocks so big they seemed like normal orgasms. Pleasure exploded like a New Year’s Eve finale, blasting within her. Her core vibrated and her skin, so sensitive, soaked in the feeling of his body.

  She breathed. Hard and heavy. All she could do was breathe for a second, clutching him. The hum of release didn’t go away. It sank into someplace deep and forgotten, warming.

  “Holy shit,” she said as she caught her breath.

  He lay on the blanket, pulling her down beside him, letting her head rest on his shoulder.

  “I really wish you wouldn’t do that,” he mumbled. She heard it rumble through his chest.

  “Liar.”

  His head fell to the side, leaning against hers. The humor in his tone was gone, back to brooding. “I could hurt you, Jenna. When I lose control like that…I lose myself. Bad things happen.”

  “An orgasm that knocks the earth on its ear is bad?”

  “I’m a lot bigger than you. A lot stronger. If I started hurting you…”

  “Stop freaking out, please. It is giving me a headache,” she said flippantly.

  He gave her a playful squeeze and nuzzled her ear. She heard his contented sigh as he snuggled close. Apparently it had been as good for him as it had been for her.

  Good. She hated to think she was the only one that was rocked askew by that ride.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Eventually Josh broke the silence “I was impressed with the way you handled Karen earlier today. She was trying to manipulate the situation. She was clearly outmatched. I can only think of one person better at it.”

  “Oh? And who’s that?” Jenna said with a smile.

  “Me.”

  “I knew you’d say that. Is that a challenge?”

  He chuckled. “Don’t pretend you’re bored with getting a challenge.”

  She sighed. He was right, but she didn’t have a cutting remark to throw back at him.

  “How did you know I was there earlier—was it really that sixth sense of yours? And why did you want to hit me with a rock?”

  She laughed. “I didn’t know it was you, and I didn’t even know for sure anyone was there at all. But I sensed a danger lurking. I thought maybe I was being stalked by a mountain lion or something. Didn’t realize I was being spied on by a big thug.”

  “I was there first.”

  “Still.”

  “So you wanted to throw a rock to piss whatever it was off?” He sounded doubtful.

  “No, I wanted to get it out from the shadows.”

  “Ballsy.”

  “Not really. If I was being stalked…well, that would be bad. I was hoping a rock would scare it away.”

  “And if it was Dale?” His fingers made lazy circles on her arm.

  “Too still to be any normal human. Which brings us to why you were sitting in the shadows being very still in the dead of night.” She angled her face up to him and was rewarded with a light kiss.

  “I went there to think and didn’t want to be noticed in case anyone went for a piss.”

  She traced his raven stubble. “So when I didn’t go for a piss, you decided that watching and waiting would be appropriate?”

  “Precisely. I was hoping you would take off your clothes and do a dance in the moonlight.”

  She play-slapped him. He laughed and gave her another squeeze. “I was a little impressed when you first stopped and looked right at me. Then you kept going, so I knew you couldn’t actually see me. Then you did it again, so I figured you marked me with that uncanny sixth sense you have—it took me a long time to acquire that skill. You’re a natural. I had a few guys that could have used it. When you picked up a rock, I figured I better say something.”

  “It took me a while to acquire it, too.”

  “When you lived in the jungle, was it?”

  “Concrete jungle, yeah. When I had to go get my own score—let’s just say you didn’t want to meet a crackhead jack-in-the-box with the intention of mugging you, kil
ling you, or even talking to you. You felt someone there, and you got the hell out of there, or you raised your gun. No two ways about it.”

  He was quiet for a while. The hand that was gently stroking her back stilled. She was worried that she’d said too much. He gave her the talking disease. She always told him too much without realizing it until it was already too late.

  When he finally spoke, his voice was laced with anger. “Who allowed you to go into bad neighborhoods for drugs?”

  “No one allowed me. But the nature of addiction means you need a score when you need a score. As I didn’t always have access on my side of the tracks, sometimes I had to go find it. You get keen real fast or bad things happen.”

  “How old were you?”

  “Um…off and on from about thirteen to seventeen, I think.”

  “You were doing drugs when you were thirteen?”

  “I was in the fashion industry as a delinquent kid who thought nobody loved her. I had some self-loathing issues and readily accessible drugs that made me feel like a part of the crowd. You do the math.”

  “And your parents were okay with that?”

  “My dad tried to send me to military school, of all places, to shape me up. My stepmother reasoned that I wouldn’t be able to model from there. Modeling was my life—not my choice. My stepmother had been a supermodel in her youth; then years of trying to conceive and failing messed her head all up. Anyway, she lived through me in a love/hate situation. It was all effed up.”

  “Your father didn’t say anything?”

  “My stepmother told him she would take responsibility for me and he wouldn’t be troubled by my outbursts. Apparently that’s all he was after.”

  “And you said you had a gun?”

  “That gun kept me alive and…pure for all of those years. Well, that’s not true. I lost my virginity at sixteen, but that was my choice. I had to seduce a photographer to do it. In hindsight, I probably should’ve told him I was a virgin. And underage. He had a serious case of the guilts afterward. I felt a little bad, but my junk hurt, so his feelings were minor.”

  “Wow. My life doesn’t look so bad all of a sudden.” He tensed. “My God, I’m sorry—I didn’t mean to say that. I didn’t mean—”