Lawful: Gia ~ Hunter ~ Julian ~ Jarrod

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.