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CHAPTER FIVE

Greer

Istepped out of the shower and toweled off my hair.

Now that I was back in my room, I wasn’t tired. I was wired.

I was still worried about Frankie. I kept thinking of poor Travis and Sam. Travis had been a few years from retirement, and Sam had been young and full of potential. Grief hit and tears sprang into my eyes. I sank onto my bunk, fighting the pressure in my chest.

Those poor men. They must’ve been terrified.

I tried to push it out of my mind. I dressed in my favorite pink-striped pajama shorts and blue tank top, then moisturized my face and brushed my wet hair.

My thoughts turned to Jameson.

God, I needed to get a grip on this crush. My hand squeezed the handle of my brush.

But I knew it was more than a crush. It had been a crush when I was younger, but now I was a woman. I didn’t just like hisrough, tough looks. I liked his strength and his determination, that he was a good leader, and a loyal friend.

I bit my lip. Okay, maybe I liked his body too. All those muscles…

My mom was as tough as they came, and she said a fit, athletic man could easily make a smart woman lose her good sense.

She and my dad were disgustingly good together. They were always passionate, kissing and touching. I sighed. I wanted that. I wanted a guy to tear my clothes off and need me so much he couldn’t hold back.

But the man I was most attracted to saw me as a sister.

He almost kissed you. At least, Ithinkhe almost had. There had definitely been a moment. I closed my eyes and imagined him right here, sitting beside me, touching me.

I lay back on the covers. Jameson would be rough, forceful in bed. He’d show me how he felt and what he wanted.

Sex with Toby had been decent. He’d talked a lot, and it hadn’t always been sexy, but I’d come some of the time. But it had hardly been exciting or passionate.

With thoughts of Jameson still in my head, I reached over and opened the nightstand drawer. I pulled out my vibrator and shimmied my shorts and panties off.

If he was here, he’d run those callused hands over me. He’d touch every inch of my skin.

Tingles worked through my body, and I shivered. I turned on my vibrator. It was soundless. It was the latest model from my friend Hope’s company. Her mom, Liberty, had started the company in the aftermath of the alien invasion. They’d started out making eco-friendly shampoos, conditioners, sunscreens and make-up, and then branched into vibrators and other toys.

I touched the toy between my legs and swallowed a moan. I imagined all the things Jameson would do to me. How his big body would feel against mine. His hands pinning me down.

I panted, my free hand gripping the sheets. I was getting close.

There was a knock on my door.

“Greer? I saw your light was on. Are you okay?”

Jameson.

God. With just the sound of his voice, I came. I rolled into my pillow to muffle my cries. Pleasure rolled through me in waves.

“Greer?”

“Coming.” In more ways than one.

I shoved the vibrator in the drawer and yanked my panties and shorts up. My panties were soaked in an instant.Oh boy. Pleasure was still humming through me as I sat up.

Swallowing, I raked a hand through my hair and headed for the door. My knees felt weak.