Capturing Jeron (futuristic/ sci-fi erotic romance) (4 page)

But why not,
her heart asked.
Because he’s a criminal, and it’s my duty to bring in the bad guys,
logic answered
.

       Mina’s free hand slowly crept towards the top of the mattress where she kept her mini-tranq needles. Hey, a lady never knew when or where she might need to knock someone out. Just as her fingers grazed the velvet of the hidden packet, a muscled arm wrapped around her shoulders and tucked her under him like she was the comfiest pillow in the world. She pretended she was merely stretching by arching her back and yawning sleepily. Outwardly, she kept her face soft with a smile and her body relaxed, but inwardly she was nervous and...ashamed. Her gut twisted with betrayal at the thought of turning him in.

No!
She told herself. She just needed to turn him in, get her bounty, and be done with this nonsense. Next time I get a ridiculously sexy target I’m passing it up, she decided.

After a moment, he settled back against her, his hand running hot caresses over her side from breast to hip. The simple sensations were better than the best romantic date she’d been on. She forced herself to ignore the bumps that opened over her skin and reached the last inch to the stored-away tranqs.

She couldn’t stop the grin that came over her as she felt the velvety packet beneath her fingertips. She always got her mark.

“If you’re looking for your little needles you can forget it.” His head lifted and his knowing smirk had her grinding her teeth.

Then surprisingly lips—wonderfully firm, all Jeron—pressed against hers melting her like warm chocolate. What is with this man? Soon tongues played leisurely with each other, exploring tastes, textures, and smells. Leaving the empty packet of needles, Mina wrapped two slender arms around his neck and succumbed to his kiss. He groaned, tearing himself away from her devastating mouth.

“I have you all figured out.” He pressed more kisses to the shell of her ear and the line of her jaw. Mina responded with a shiver. “I know who you are.” He paused to trace a wet tongue down her breast. Her body tensed. When he finally pulled back from his exploration his eyes revealed promises, promises of things she wasn’t ready consider—and that terrified her most of all.

Chapter 6

I wrestled her into submission—it was the most fun I’d had in a long, long time. –Jeron Krutchner

“I’ve seen your picture. After all, the bounty hunter capable of taking out D’Mo is very good. People like me make it a point to know the faces of those who want them.” Mina froze beneath him. He knew her name
.
Hell, he knew what she did. She was royally screwed and disappointed in herself. Never has she failed a job. His softly spoken words interrupted her train of thought.

“I didn’t recognize you last night. With that dress on,” his voice went husky as if he was remembering the sight. A strong hand wrapped around her inner thigh and squeezed the soft skin there. She turned her head away and bit her lip at the sensation.

Jeron grabbed her chin and gently turned her to face him. His lips unerringly found hers, dove in, and feasted on her like a starving man. God, the taste of her mouth drove him nuts. Her mouth was perfectly soft and wet, her tongue just a little too small. It was perfect, and he loved delving into that wet heat.

“I’m flattered that you chose me and
very
thankful,” he said, pulling away to nuzzle a breast. “And for that reason, I’m keeping you…alive.” His cock hardened at the thought of keeping her close. Jeron was going mad. She was too much, so hot and sweet, so dangerous. In one night, she managed to turn his world upside down. Never had he been so excited over a woman. Mina was so much more than he ever anticipated finding in a woman: crafty, sexy, smart, and dangerous. A woman he could totally take home to see mom. He wanted her in every way possible between a man and woman.

Some unfamiliar feeling had planted itself in his chest since he met her, and he didn’t plan to lose that feeling anytime soon. After all, this was the kind of woman he wanted by his side.

Suddenly he flipped her over, pinning her arms above her head with one strong arm. This intriguing bounty hunter had caught him, but now that he turned the game around, he didn’t plan to let her go. He wanted to know everything about his Mina. He loved the sound of that.
His Mina.

“How much is my bounty?” When she didn’t answer, he palmed a smooth ass cheek and squeezed hard. Still she didn’t answer.

 “How much,” he asked again, this time spanking the cheek and watching raptly as it bounced and pinkened the pale skin.

She gasped at the sensation that was both pleasure and pain. He spanked her again on the other cheek and as if her pussy was the one being touched, it grew hot and wet. His roughened hand smoothed and squeezed the rounded cheeks with deliberate strokes, soothing and exciting at the same time. She felt used and naughty…and she liked it.

“250,000 Yens,” she rasped into the pillow. He rewarded her for answering by caressing a thick finger over her soaked pussy lips. Shivering from the sensation, she rolled her hips back towards him.

“That’s right baby. You’re going to be real good to me, and I will to you.” Two long fingers pushed inside her, stretching her sheath open. “You’re always so fucking wet for me, baby. A man could get used to this,” he said, and groaned at the feel of her hot sheath quivering over his fingers.

And so could she
, she thought.

His fingers worked in and out of her slowly, tormenting her embarrassingly wet pussy, making her ache for something bigger, longer. She gasped, rocking her hips against his hand, and all too soon she was ready to come.

“See baby, you’re mine now. Let me hear you say it,” he said, his voice a harsh whisper. His fingers plunged into her creamy sheath bit by bit, teasing and tempting her with what could be. She tried to pull her hands away, but he was too strong. He kept her pinned so easily with one hand. She satisfied herself with twining the soft sheets below her in her hands. Sweat broke out over her brow.

Damn, but she wanted to come again. It didn’t matter how soon it was, or that she’d never climaxed so much by the same man in her life. She just knew she wanted it.

A third finger joined the party in her pussy, fucking her in short punishing thrusts. Her whole body tensed, skin tightening, breath stalling in her lungs. A sexual fire raged over her body until she was about to erupt. And then he stopped.

Quickly, his fingers pulled out of her pussy, taking some sweet cream with them.

He pressed his face into her ear, his breath hot and heavy. His dark voice reeked of sex when he spoke. “
Say
.
You’re
.
Mine
.” A hard hand swatted at her ass, stinging the cheek and making her gasp.

She didn’t stop to think. “I’m yours,” she whispered, her heart feeling bigger than it ever had.

“Say it again. Say it with my name,” he murmured. His three fingers returned with vigor, pumping wetly into her pussy until her orgasm came creeping back. She shook her head wildly, so Jeron spanked her again. They both gasped. “You made one deadly mistake when you chose me, hunter,” he leaned down to her ear, his hot breath fanning her cheek, “I don’t want to let you go now. Now say it.”

“I’m yours, Jeron.”

Jeron groaned and tore his fingers from her body. Mounting over her quickly, he thrust home in one hard push. He grabbed her hips and pulled them up just enough to form an easy rhythm. Her pussy gripped his cock like a fist.
Damn.
So fucking good, every time.

He watched transfixed at the sight of his cock disappearing into her. He took his time at first and simply enjoyed her small body under his, the way his thrusts pushed her up and back on the bed. He kept her pinned, but gripped one cheek to the side to find her puckered hole. His cock hardened more. Soon, he promised.

She moaned a word—his name—and his balls drew up tight, his breaths struggled unevenly, and he pounded home.

He was feral, a beast rutting over his favored mate. He fisted her hair, pulling her face to the side so he could watch her gasp in pleasure. It was wild, it was hot, and she screamed along with him as they exploded together, his cock pulsing hot cum over her cervix, her sheath milking him dry.

Jeron buckled over her, and then collapsed next to her with a smile that made her heart flop. Though her muscles were loose and rubbery, she somehow managed to press her lips to his. His muffled growl was sweet music to her ears. Was it his kiss, she wondered, as her lips moved slowly over his firm ones that made her heart beat so wildly?
His kiss.
Slowly she pulled her wet lips back. Her mind clouded with the heady fog of passion and something else, something she’d never experience before. Some powerful emotion she dared not say.

Dazedly, behind the heady fog of sex and complete satisfaction her mind registered a pinch in her neck. It took all the strength in her body to force her heavy eyelids open. Surprise, anger, and even—she hesitated to admit it—hurt rushed over her furiously.

All thoughts ceased abruptly, forced away by the tranq in her neck and one very crafty man. Slumping back to the bed, she heard only faint, fragmented words from a voice that she both loathed and craved, a voice she would remember for the rest of her life.

“Forgive me, Mina.”

Chapter 7

If a man looks at you like you’re his world, then it must mean something, right? –Mina “the Mean”

“Wake up, sleepy head,” crooned a faraway voice. A surprisingly deep voice, too. Mina struggled to awaken. Minutes passed slowly until she came into consciousness, but her eyes couldn’t keep up. Eyelids, which weighed much more than they ever should, refused to open. She fought to remember where she was. Why do I feel like this? I feel like I was out on a bender last night. Fuck, but if she opened her eyes and was next to some ugly bastard then she was grabbing her gun and shooting first.

Then it hit her like a bullet. In a flash, she remembered everything that happened. Capturing the mark, sleeping with the mark, and being captured by the mark.

“Oh good. You’re awake,” said a familiar voice interrupted her sleep-hazed mind. A voice that reeked of sex and arrogance. It took some work, but finally she opened her bleary eyes.

“Now stay,” Jeron said, laughing, “And I’ll even get you breakfast. I know you must be hungry after this morning,” the latter he said with a huskiness that went straight to her groin. He looked at her with knowing eyes, but she averted his gaze, unnerved. Not that she would show him anything less than strength. Changing her mind, she moved to hit him, but couldn’t. Looking down she gasped.

“You tied me up…naked,” she growled, and struggled against the binds. A hard knot of pain settled over her heart. No, that couldn’t be hurt she was feeling. Hastily, she gathered her wits about her. Those tranqs certainly did their job, she’d admit, since her limbs felt rubbery and her mind was slow to boot up. She looked around and saw that she was in the kitchen. The bastard used her own rope to tie her up. That pissed her off even more.
Where’s my gun?

She was tied to a chair in the galley, of course he would tie her up in the kitchen, where the chairs were bolted down to keep them from moving during flight. She wanted to kick herself. Her heart was a hard, painful knot in her chest. How could he? She should have been more careful, taken more precautions, taken more time to study him.

She
shouldn’t
have fucked him…well, the first time was fine, she admitted. It was a part of her plan. But he had kissed her like it meant something, pleasured her like he wanted to do that and nothing else in the world. Well, she wasn’t   spreading her legs for him anymore.

Though looking down at her position, she realized she might not have much of a choice in that matter.

Suddenly he was in her face. “Do you like what I’ve done with the place?” When she merely growled at him, he laughed, the sound like hot waves spreading over her cool skin. “Well, I must say I do.” Bold hands cupped her breasts, kneading and molding the heavy weights. “You’re mine now, you said so yourself, and I intend to exact retribution for kidnapping mef.” He dropped down to his knees in front of her so his mouth could latch on to her beaded nipple.

Mina bit her lip to keep from making a noise even as he sucked the tip deep into his wet mouth. She still longed to rap her legs around his waist and almost asked him to take her. But she refused to give in so easily. No, she corrected herself. She refused to give in at all to this bastard.

“See, I’ve been thinking,” he paused to switch breasts, his wet tongue flicking the pink tip, “I promised to fuck you like a whore, but I don’t think I made good on that promise. And until I do, you’re staying with me.” Her eyes widened. Big hands slipped under her to clasp supple, hand-filling cheeks in rough hands. His fingers clenched and smoothed, kneaded and squeezed the tender flesh.

Don’t give in. Don’t give in.