Cruz: Scifi Alien Invasion Romance (Hell Squad Book 2) (12 page)

He groaned. His hand delved into her hair.

“When did you get it?” she asked.

He ripped out the fastening in her hair and it fell down around them.

“After I joined the Marines. It’s just ink, but it was my way of reclaiming myself.”

“I like it.” She nipped at the design on his shoulder.

He jerked his hips and sent them rolling. They tore at each other’s clothes. She ripped open his trousers and he made quick work of her shirt. One slash of his big hand had it torn open.

They rolled again and this time he was on top of her. He sank in between her hips and she felt the hard brush of his cock against her. He kissed her, the force of it pushing her head back into the mat.

Cruz wouldn’t be an easy lover. He wouldn’t be tamed or follow orders.

And dammit, she wanted him. Every stubborn, alpha-male inch of him.

Fucking Cruz would drive every thought out of her head and leave nothing except the roar of desire. But she wouldn’t just roll over and let him do what he wanted.

She lifted her hips and forced him to roll until she was on top again. Her hands attacked his belt and zipper. Then she was yanking his trousers apart and delving under the fitted black cotton of his boxers.

Oh God
. Hot hardness filled her hands. His cock was long and thick, pulsing against her skin. She’d feel every inch of him when he filled her.

Santha explored his cock, tracing a thick vein and caressing the rounded head. She loved his long groan.

“Fuck, Santha.” The muscles in his neck strained. “You’ll be the end of me.”

“Oh no, soldier.” She pumped him in her hand. “It’s just the beginning.”

Reluctantly, she released him and stood. It took her three seconds to shimmy out of her trousers and panties. She stood above him completely naked. She didn’t have curves or womanly softness. She knew she was hard edges and even harder muscle. But her breasts, while not big, were high and firm and her long legs used to get a few compliments.

Like he read her mind, he skimmed his hands up her calves, the calluses on his fingers scraping over her skin. “Santha.”

Just her name. One word. And yet the sexy drawl of his voice expressed that he liked what he saw.

And that hard cock told her even more.

She fell to her knees, lined his cock up beneath her, and sank down in one firm thrust.

“Fuck.” His hips reared up, driving him more firmly into her.

God, it hurt more than she anticipated. She stayed still for a second, her hands curled into his hard chest. She was full of him, stretched to the limit. “I’m a little…out of practice.”

“
Mi reina
.” He cupped her cheeks. “Take a second, get used to me.” One of his hands slid down, tracing over her chest, flicking at her nipple, drawing a circle around her belly button. Then it slid between her legs.

At the first brush of his fingers against her clit, she jerked. She moved her hips, wanting more of his touch. He rubbed a slick circle over the nub and she bit her lip at the sensations.

Her gaze flew to his. She saw something in his eyes and she thought it might be satisfaction.

“Move, now,” he whispered. “Ride me,
mi reina
.”

Santha lifted her hips until just the hard head of him remained inside her, then she slammed down again. He groaned and she pressed her hands flat against his chest and started a wild, rocking rhythm.

She’d wanted to purge the darkness inside.

Now, all she felt was the firestorm of desire and there wasn’t room for anything else but Cruz.

***

Dios
, she was so fucking beautiful.

Cruz watched, mesmerized, as Santha moved above him. Her breasts jiggled a little and he looked forward to spending more time with them later. He wanted to explore the firm shape of them and taste those dark pink nipples.

He gripped her hips, urging her on as she rode him. His cock moved deep inside her, and she was like a warm, tight glove around him.

Electricity skated down his spine and he felt his body tightening. He’d wanted her for months, had been unable to think of anyone else but her. And now he was deep inside her, watching the fascinating expressions flit across her striking face.

She moved faster and he slid a hand back down between her long thighs. He found that slick, little nub and rubbed it hard. She cried out and he knew her release was building. He couldn’t wait to watch her go over. With another inarticulate cry, she started to drive onto him faster and more aggressively.

Cruz slipped his fingers lower, and felt where his cock split her apart. So fucking sexy. He moved back to her clit. Damn, he couldn’t wait to have her spread out beneath him, his mouth on her, watching her writhe as he licked and sucked.

“Cruz!” Santha’s back arched. Her release hit her and she screamed his name.

He gritted his teeth, wanted to hold on as long as he could. When she finally fell forward on him in a sprawl, he rolled, pinning her beneath him.

“Now it’s my turn.” He pulled one of her thighs up and out and he sank more deeply inside her. She moaned, her eyes half open, watching him with a sexy intensity.

The last tiny thread of his control snapped and he hammered inside her. She was hot and so damn wet. He’d never felt anything so good. He thrust again and again until he started to lose his rhythm, his impending release a hot ball at the base of his spine.

With one more thrust, he lodged deep inside her. On a groan, he flooded her with his release.

The orgasm went on and on, and finally, when he was done, he wasn’t sure he could hold himself up anymore.

Not wanting to crush her, he slid to the side, falling onto the mat on his back. He threw one arm over his eyes.

“I can’t move,” Santha said.

He managed to turn his head. Then he grinned. Damned if that wasn’t one hell of a beautiful sight. A long, lean and naked Santha sprawled in abandon on the mat, her legs splayed and one arm above her head. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were slumberous. He guessed he didn’t look much different. “I can’t move, either.”

She dragged in a deep breath. “Did I wear out the big, bad soldier?”

He snorted. “Wrecked me.”

“I wouldn’t mind a post-fuck cuddle though. If it’s okay with you.”

He growled and slid over to her. He rose up on and elbow and loomed over her. “First off, this was more than just a fuck.”

She swallowed. “Cruz—”

“No, Santha, be quiet.” He yanked her into his arms and lay back with her snuggled tight into his side. Shit, he didn’t mind snuggling with a beautiful woman, but it had never felt this good. “Don’t ruin the moment by overanalyzing.” He stroked her hair, enjoying the scent of her mixed with the musk of their sex.

“Okay,” she murmured, pressed her face to his shoulder.

When he felt her mouth moving over his tats, he vowed to himself that he was going to get more. Maybe he’d get her name inked on his chest.

He tangled his hand in her hair. “I mean it. It wasn’t just a fuck. If I have to make love to you every day for the next year to prove it to you, I will.”

She snorted out a laugh. “How noble of you to make that sacrifice.”

He smiled against her hair. “Yeah, that’s me, noble.” Inside, he wondered why the hell he wasn’t freaked out. He’d never made love to a woman. He fucked, he had sex—good sex, hot sex, flirty sex…but not the emotion-filled, loving kind. He cleared his throat. “I should have mentioned it before, but I have a contraceptive implant. All the soldiers do. And I haven’t been with anyone since my last checkup, which I passed with flying colors.”

“You are noble.” She smiled. “Thanks for letting me know. And I don’t know what this—” she waved a hand between them “—is, but for now it doesn’t need a name.” She slowly stroked a hand down the center of his chest.

Miraculously, he felt his nerve endings fire and his cock twitch.

She nipped his shoulder. “I think you should show me again the difference between fucking and what we just did.”

Cruz stood up, reached down and pulled her up. He grabbed at their clothes which were spread all over the mat.

She watched him. “Where are we going?”

“Back to my quarters. I’m going to make love to you in my bed.” Oh, yeah, he couldn’t wait to see her in
his
bed, on
his
sheets.

She licked her lips. “Okay.”

“And after that, I’m going to fuck you in the shower. Hard, rough and fast.” He grinned. “Then you’ll know the difference.”

Chapter Eleven

Oh God, she was going to come.

Santha’s palms pressed into the hard tile of the shower. Behind her, Cruz’s hard hands dug into her buttocks as he slammed his cock into her. She threw her head back, felt a fiery, hot knot tying up low in her belly. He was so big, his thick cock sliding against all her nerve endings, stretching her with a pleasure-pain that was addictive.

“Fuck, this is the best view I’ve seen in a long time.” One of his hands slid onto her lower back. “You are so damned gorgeous. I love this dark-golden skin of yours.”

No one had ever called her gorgeous. Santha had always been the strong one, the athletic one.

“I’m going to come, Santha.” Cruz growled the words. “But you have to come first.”

She was so close, skating along the edge. But even as his heavy thrusts rocked into her, she couldn’t quite go over.

He gripped her hips, his thrusts turning rougher. “Come for me, Santha. Come on my cock. Let me feel you milking me.”

She made a noise in her throat. “I can’t.”

“You can.” He slapped a hand against her ass. “Touch yourself.”

Helpless to ignore his sexy voice and dirty commands, she slid one hand down between her legs, going lower and lower until she felt the thick root of him where he was sawing in and out of her body. God, it was so sexy to feel herself stretched around him. Then she slid her fingers up until she found her clit, swollen and hot, and oh, so sensitive.

She rubbed her finger against the tiny nub, and a mewling sound escaped from her. She kept rubbing, imagining what Cruz looked like as he hammered into her.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured. “I can feel you tightening around me. Let it come,
mi reina
.”

Another flick and another hard thrust from Cruz and her orgasm knocked into her like an avalanche. Her moans echoed in the shower and seconds later, she heard Cruz’s groan as he emptied himself inside her.

Santha’s legs gave out, but he was there, holding her up. She let him lift her into his arms. God, it was so sexy. No one had ever carried her around—she was too tall and heavy for most men. But he didn’t seem to have a problem. Well, with all those hard, roped muscles, she shouldn’t be surprised.

He flicked off the shower and set her on her feet outside the stall, before wrapping her in a towel. He swiped another towel over his chest, then hitched it around her hips. After that, he tugged her into his room, sat on the edge of an armchair and pulled her over to stand between his open thighs. Taking the towel, he set to work drying her.

He was maddeningly thorough. She really thought it would be impossible to feel desire after the orgasms he’d just given her. But the feel of the fabric sliding between her legs and his hot hands sliding over skin, sparked a faint stirring in her belly.

He took his time drying her legs, his gaze tracing over her thighs. He skimmed over her flat belly and then he stopped at her breasts, rubbing the towel over her nipples until they tightened into hard peaks.

She moaned. “How are you doing this to me?”

“This is the ‘not fucking’ part, Santha.” He leaned forward and replaced the towel with his mouth. He sucked at her nipple and gently raked it with his teeth.

She caught her hands in his hair, partly to feel the silk of it and partly to find an anchor.

“I don’t catch fire like this.” Her voice was breathy. “Sex is just easy fun, not this…this…” All-consuming.

“Good. I like knowing only I can do this to you.” Definite male satisfaction in his voice.

A laugh escaped her. “Arrogant man.”

“You bet.” He pressed a kiss between her breasts, then tucked the towel around her. “Come on, I have plans for that long, lovely body of yours.”

God
. She wouldn’t last the night. He’d make her melt into a puddle of lust.

He smiled his trademark sexy grin. “Food, Santha. I’m going to feed you.”

Her shoulders sank. “Oh.”

He grabbed her hands and tugged her over to the table near a tiny kitchenette. He grasped her hair in one hand and gave a gentle, teasing tug. “Don’t worry. After you eat, I’m going to have you again on my bed, my desk, on the floor. Maybe not in that order, but regardless, you’re going to lose count of all the orgasms you’re going to have.”

Her breath caught in her chest. Yep, puddle of lust.

***

Cruz woke in the darkness. It took only a second to realize he was alone in the bed.

The only light in his dark room was the glow from his clock, casting the simple furniture in shadows. The narrow bunk beside him was empty and he distinctly remembered the pleasure of falling asleep with Santha in his arms. He turned on his side and scanned the room.

Saw the shadow of her on the couch.

He rose, naked, and walked over to her.

She was sitting, wrapped in a sheet, her cheek pressed to her upraised knee.

“Bed feels empty without you,
mi reina
.”

“I didn’t mean to wake you,” she said quietly.

He sat beside her. “You’re thinking of the lab.”

“What else?” She heaved in a breath. “Every time I close my eyes, it’s all I can think about. That little girl…” Santha shook her head. “It makes me so angry. I want to kill all those bastard aliens who think they have the right to come here and take something that isn’t theirs. And then to make it worse, they think they can do…those atrocities to our people.”

“We’ll get them out.”

“We both know they’ll never be the same.” A vicious shake of her head. “I want to kill every raptor on the planet. But I’m going to start with the commander.”