“My men,” Luna emphasizes to Connor, but as soon as Elijah gives the all-clear, she’s striding into the room and disappearing behind a closed door.
Jax releases a long hissing breath. “That girl is going to put an end to all of us. I think we’ve created a monster.”
“A perfect, sex-hungry monster,” Ben sighs.
“Is there anything sexier than a woman with a high sex drive?” Elijah asks.
“I can’t think of one,” Mo agrees.
“Less sex-talk and more preparation,” Connor says. “Get yourselves organized. We need to leave in an hour.”
Luna flings open her door, staring into the room. “If we have an hour, I definitely need some sex. Hudson.” She beckons me, and even though I know going to her is in direct conflict with Connor’s orders, I go with it.
She’s right. We might all work for Steel 7, but we’re Luna’s men now.
When I close the door behind me, her sassy and demanding mask drops away immediately. A blush rises on her cheeks and her eyelids lower. It’s as though she finds it easier to demand what she wants in front of an audience but much harder when it’s one on one.
“What do you need, princess?” I ask, tucking her loose chestnut hair behind her ear. “Anything you need, I’ll give it to you.”
“Can I…” she falters, glancing at the sofa in the corner of the room. Is she remembering the night I read to her in Berlin? We were close that night. Closer than friends. More familiar. Last night she made me come in her mouth, and it was awesome but not intimate.
I want intimate, and maybe Luna does too.
Maybe we can recreate that Berlin night, but this time take it further. I reach for her hand, sensing that she needs a steer. Slumping onto the sofa, I pull her into my lap, tugging her hips possessively until we’re close enough for my cock to feel the heat between her thighs. I slide one hand into the warmth of the hair at her nape, bringing her sweet lips close enough to kiss. I’m slow and lazy about tasting her mouth, savoring every second. When she’s melted all over me like butter, I draw back, searching her eyes. “I can lick you, baby, or you can ride me. Anything you want.”
“I can ride you, but I’ve never come like that before,” she says, surprising me. I always thought it helped a woman to be in control of the pace and depth. But I guess everyone’s different.
“Let’s try.”
She scoots up, pushing down her sweatpants and panties as I free my cock. I’m cool with it being functional. It’s good that she can admit to needing sex. So many women bury their urges, waiting for men to take the lead. I scramble to find the condom in my wallet, sheathing my cock as Luna straddles my lap again. I’m hard as a rock, gazing at her spread pussy as the latex unfurls.
“That’s it, baby. Sit on this cock.”
Luna moans softly, shifting closer and rising until her entrance notches at the head of my cock. Our eyes meet, her hands grasping onto my shoulders, but when she pushes herself down, her lids lower with pleasure.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” I say.
“You’re big,” she gasps.
“We’re a perfect fit.”
The smile that pulls at her lips is sweet and happy, sliding warmth into my chest.
“That’s it,” I say as she bottoms out. “Just move in the way that feels good to you. It’ll all feel amazing to me.”
The first roll of her hips is pure pleasure. I close my eyes, resting my hands on her waist, feeling her movements. As she grinds harder, I open my eyes to see her mouth dropping open and lids fluttering shut. “That feels so…”
“…good?”
“Good.” Smiling again, she slides her fingers over my still-clothed chest. “Perfect.”
“Just relax and take your time,” I murmur, squeezing her breast and rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger with just enough pressure to elicit a moan. God, I love bringing Luna pleasure. I love seeing her coming undone and the look of pure surrender that softens her expression. In her day-to-day life, she has to be so tough, but here, in this room, with our bodies fused, we can both be something else. She can forget all the pressure that she has to face with her job, and I can lift myself into a place where I don’t feel the ache of Hartley’s loss quite so keenly.
As if she can hear my thoughts, she begins to undo my tie and the buttons to my shirt, all the while maintaining the rolling rhythm of her hips. When her hands make contact with my bare chest, the coolness of her skin makes me shiver.
From beneath, I begin to thrust upward in tiny little jerks that I know will hit her just right inside. A tiny squeak leaves Luna’s lips, and she starts to lose focus, hands grasping onto my shoulders as I take hold of her hips and move her body in the way I know will get us both off in record time.
When her head lolls back, I know I’ve got her close. My thighs are screaming from the effort, but I don’t give a fuck. All I want to do is fill this girl and feel her pussy clamp around my cock. I want her to let go of all the tension inside her. I want my friends outside this door to know exactly how good I’ve made her feel.
“Oh fuck, Hudson…don’t stop…”
Oh, I’m good at taking orders. I’ve had years of experience of being told what to do and how to do it. I’m a good soldier.
The rippling feeling of Luna’s orgasm just about blows my fucking mind, and I’m letting go inside her in a flash, our sweaty bodies flopping together like rag dolls.
It’s only after, when we’ve both caught our breaths, that I wrap my arms around her tightly, holding my bossy girl, so she feels safe and cared for. Her fingers trail over my jawline, down my neck, over my collar bone, and lower, leaving a trail of gooseflesh in their wake. When they rest over my heart, I know what’s coming.
“Who’s Hartley?” she asks softly.
“My twin,” I say, swallowing the lump that always forms in my throat whenever I’m forced to remember that my brother, the other half of me, is dead.
“I had a brother, Jake, who died,” Luna says. “He was killed in a motorbike accident.”
“I’m so sorry to hear that, sweetie,” I say, holding her a little closer.
“What happened to Hartley?”
“He was killed in service,” I say flatly. “We were close to discharge. It shouldn’t have happened.”
“I think death always feels that way,” she says, resting her head on my shoulder so her forehead is tucked into my neck. “I always think of things that I want to tell Jake. He loved dessert, especially ice cream sundaes. He loved country music and baseball. All the things he loved bring him back to me.”
“It’s hard that way,” I say.
“I think it gets easier with time.” Luna exhales softly as though admitting that fact makes her feel bad. “And I’m happy about that because I want to be able to remember my brother without feeling as though a javelin has pierced my heart. I want to be able to laugh about the things we got up to because he was always full of humor. I want to be able to accept it and live with it, not feel like hurting my other brother out of blame or resentment.”
I know exactly how she feels. “Life is for the living,” I tell her. “There’s no point in blaming anyone for something that was just fate’s responsibility. Family is important. You have to focus on the family and friends you have left.”