God, she must be losing her mind.

Chrissy stomped over to her toolbox and wrenched it open. She was mad at herself. Not just because she’d touched Levi King…but because she wanted to do it again.

She rummaged around in her tools and found a clean rag to wipe her bleeding finger. She shouldn’t go anywhere near him. He was too arrogant, too cocky…and too sexy and tempting.

Ugh. What was she thinking? The man had bedded half of the Enclave’s single ladies. She had no desire to be a notch on a bedpost. All she wanted was information, and for some dumb reason, she’d thought he’d give it to her.

Ignoring her stinging finger, she opened the hood of the Hunter. Work. She needed to work.

Pulling her rolling toolbox closer, she leaned over, studying the Hunter’s engine. Bec had finished printing a few of the parts Chrissy needed. Time to start putting her baby back together and get the Hunter operational.

Chrissy pulled out her auto socket wrench and got to work loosening bolts. The whizzing sound it made as she worked on a particularly stubborn bolt was soothing.

Clink. She turned her head, and spied two bottles of beer resting on her toolbox, along with a tiny first aid kit.

She swiveled her head and looked back at Levi.

“Let me look at your finger.”

She glared at him. “It’s fine.”

He glanced at where her hand rested on the Hunter and raised a brow. There was blood smeared on the metal.

He seized her hand. “It needs cleaning.” He grabbed a beer and handed it to her. Then he opened the first aid kit.

Not sure how to deal with this sudden kindness, Chrissy took a long sip of the beer.

She watched Levi’s big hands as he carefully started cleaning the cut on her finger. It was minor. As a mechanic, she’d had plenty of cuts and scrapes. Her hands were covered in small scars that the nanomeds had deemed too inconsequential to heal.

Expertly, Levi applied some cream and then placed a bandage over the scrape. “Tell me about the Gizzida prison.”

She stiffened. “You want me to relive the worst moments of my life?”

“The past is there, whether you talk about it or not. Seems to me that it’s eating at you. Might be better to offload some of it.”

She took another sip of beer. What the hell. If he wanted to know all her dark, ugly memories, fine. “I’d been on the run since the invasion. I was in Australia on vacation at the time, so I didn’t know anyone.”

“You’re American?”

She nodded. “From Miami. I spent the first few months scavenging, and moving around with other small groups of survivors.” She’d watched many of them get picked off by the raptors or die. “The last group I was with had lots of older people and kids. We had a few camps we moved between bushland north of Sydney.” Her throat tightened. “Six months we survived, before a raptor patrol caught us.”

She closed her eyes, and in her head, she heard the echoes of the screams and the guttural grunts of the aliens. She felt scaly claws grab her, and the rough treatment as they jerked her around.

“We were shoved in some alien vehicles and taken to an alien factory.” She cleared her throat to loosen the lump in it. “You know the rest. We ended up in the bowels of the factory in cages—” she glanced up at him “—and we were used as test subjects for their alien tech. Mainly the oura globe. They’d use it on us, over and over again.”

A muscle ticked in Levi’s jaw. “Not a big fan of bastards who torture women and children.”

“I’m not a big fan of people who torture anyone.” Chrissy tilted her head. “I thought motorcycle gangs did whatever they pleased, and are…pretty violent.”

He shrugged a broad shoulder. “Motorcycle club, not a gang. We worked hard. Partied harder. And yeah, things used to get pretty physical, but we never hurt women or children.”

He might annoy her, but she believed him. He could be a cocky prick, but he went out there every day and risked his own life and fought for their safety.

“Besides, I’m not in a motorcycle club anymore. I’m just a soldier.”

Chrissy lifted her beer. Levi King was not just anything.

She scanned his rugged face, with his sexy goatee, and the faint lines around his gold-brown eyes that said he was a man who laughed and lived. “Whatever happened earlier to make the ground shake wasn’t good.”

Levi took a sip of his own beer. “Nope.”

His intense gaze moved over her face, and then set his beer down, muttering something about chasing away the darkness. She frowned, wondering what the hell he was talking about.

He straightened. “The Gizzida set off a massive explosion that flooded part of Sydney, near the airport. It completely submerged a port and the surrounding suburbs.”

* * *

Levi watched Chrissy frown as she absorbed the information. “Why?”

“Million-dollar question.” He grabbed his beer again.

“So they flooded a section of the city?”

He nodded. “Mostly the port right near their mothership at the airport.”

She nibbled on her lip, and he watched the movement, imagining how those pink lips would look stretched around his cock.

“They’re hiding something,” Chrissy said.

“Yep. Don’t know what. Holmes will update us once he knows more.” Levi cocked his head. “And now you have more questions than answers. More fodder for those nightmares. That’s why the general didn’t want to share yet.” Maybe there were other ways Levi could help her forget those dark memories.

“Maybe, but I still prefer knowing something over nothing. I…appreciate you telling me.”

He cupped her chin. “Say it again.”

Her gaze narrowed. “You heard me.”

“No, don’t think I did.”

“I don’t think I like you.”

She was such a challenge—an irresistible one. “Drink your beer.”

She lifted her chin. “Why?”

“Because you’ll need the energy when I bend you over the hood of this Hunter and fuck you.”

She straightened like she’d been electrocuted. “You just can’t help yourself. You have to be an annoying asshole.”

“So you keep telling me.” Levi stepped closer, until his chest brushed hers. “Tell me you don’t want me to do it.”

A frustrated look twisted her face, but triumph flared in him. He saw bright, hot desire in those pretty eyes.

She shook her head. “Why don’t you go find one of your bed buddies—”

“Don’t want anyone else. I want you.” He leaned down, his nose brushing her cheek. “I wanna fuck you, Chrissy, and you know you’ll love it.”

“I don’t like anything about you.”

He backed her up until she bumped into the Hunter. “You’re lying now. You want me, Spitfire. You want me lodged deep.”

He expected her to shove him backward and go for her wrench. But of course, Chrissy surprised him.

She hooked her fingers in the belt of his jeans and yanked him forward.

“If you tell anyone,” she whispered fiercely, “I’ll hit you with my hammer.”

He felt fingers reach for his zipper. Fuck. He leaned in and kissed her.

As he thrust his tongue inside her sweet mouth, he wrapped his arms around her. She tasted like beer, and, for some weird reason, raspberries.

Damn, Levi had always had a thing for raspberries.

She pulled back. “No kissing, King. Just fucking.” She pushed at his shirt and it slid off. Her hands ran over his chest, and she made a small humming noise. Then she leaned forward, licking one of his nipples. She found his nipple ring and tugged it with her teeth.

All the blood in his body rushed south. His cock swelled, and desire was a fierce punch to his gut. He reached past her and slammed the hood of the Hunter down. Then he gripped her hips and lifted her until she rested on the hood.

It took him seconds to yank her tank top off. He couldn’t help but stare at her gorgeous, full breasts cupped by black lace. Fucking hell. As he got rid of her bra, she leaned down, her mouth on his neck. She bit him, hard, and Levi groaned. Then her breasts were bare and he had to taste them. He pushed her back a little, then buried his face in her sweet curves. He sucked one nipple, and felt her hands slide into his hair.

“I like it harder, biker man.” Her voice was husky.

He scraped his teeth on her nipple and sucked hard, sending her writhing against him. He worked on the other nipple while he unsnapped her jeans. Then he stripped them off her.

Damn gorgeous. He was one lucky man. He stared at her for a second, absorbing the picture of a naked Chrissy on the black metal of the Hunter.

He had to be inside her. Now.

He spun her around, watching as she pressed her cheek to the metal. Her naked ass was on perfect display and he cupped it, squeezing her soft cheeks. She moaned.

“You want me, Spitfire?”

She pushed back into his hands. Need was a pounding drive inside him. He slid his fingers between her thighs and stroked her folds. “You’re fucking soaked.”

She rode his hand. “Just fuck me.”

Oh, yeah. He wanted this woman like he couldn’t remember wanting anyone before. He reached down and freed his aching cock. He wanted to be inside her, and he needed to douse the flames licking at his gut.

He leaned over her body, rubbing his cock against the crack of her ass. “Say my name, Spitfire.”

She made a frustrated noise. “Stop talking and fuck me.”

He gripped her hips. “You have a contraceptive implant?”

She nodded her head.

“Now, say my name, and I’ll make you come so hard you’ll feel it for a week.”

Hot eyes glared back at him. “Never pegged you for all talk and no action.”

Enflamed, Levi thrust forward and slammed his cock inside her.

Her cry echoed through the hangar and his jaw clenched. Fuck. She was so fucking tight and wet.

Chrissy made another strangled noise and then shoved back against him.

“I’m still not screaming your name yet, King.”

Cheeky, mouthy tease. He slid out, and then thrust back in. As he started fucking her, pleasure roared through him, and he felt the driving need to hear her come screaming his name.

He picked up speed. Levi was a man who always got what he wanted.