Warriors of Poseidon 03 - Atlantis Unleashed

a bar of soap that felt like silk and smelled like delicate jungle flowers. Keely washed her hair, too, and nearly cried with the sheer relief of being clean again. When they were done, they headed for the stream bank, chatting about inconsequential things, striving for mundane and normal as a respite from horror and death.
    The loud crack of a branch breaking rang in the air, and they both froze. Maria started crying, and Keely put her arms around her. “It can‟t be vampires, not in the daytime,” she soothed, while wondering what other dangers they‟d overlooked in their little bathing adventure.
    But it was no unknown danger that stepped out from the jungle, but Justice and Alejandro.
    Justice took her breath away, again, as if she were seeing him for the very first time. He‟d changed into different clothes, simple jeans and a dark T-shirt, but his glorious blue hair hung loose and damp all the way to his waist, and the muscles of his chest and arms filled out the shirt in a way that had her wanting to tear it off and climb all over him.
    Naked.
    She crossed her arms over her chest when she realized her nipples were poking out through the wet fabric of her bra in response to the heat pouring through her body. All she had to do was look at him to want him.
    Smiling a little goofily, she finally met his gaze—and flinched. Fury darkened his eyes to black, and his clenched jaw gave Keely the feeling that he was fairly upset.
    Possibly at her.
    She lifted her chin and stared defiantly at Justice. “Why are you glaring at me like that? If it‟s about that punch last night—”
    “Did it occur to you, for one second, that it could be dangerous to be out here alone and half naked?” He bit off the words from between clenched jaws, and his gaze swept her body from head to toes and back up again, leaving her feeling as if he‟d just stripped her bare.
    From the look in his eyes, he wanted to do just that. Or yell at her for an hour or two. She wasn‟t in the mood for the latter and it was not exactly a good time for the former, no matter how much her hormones were jumping up and down at the thought.
    She glanced at Alejandro, suddenly realizing that Justice wasn‟t the only one seeing her in wet and nearly transparent underwear, but she could have been part of the scenery as far as he was concerned. He was staring at Maria as if he‟d never seen her before, and Keely bet that he‟d certainly never seen her like that. Maria‟s lush body strained at the lacy scraps of her bra and panties, but she made no move to cover herself, although a flush rode high on her cheekbones.
    “Do you like what you see?” Maria asked him, her voice quivering a little but strong.
    “ Dios mio , you should be—you should be—” Alejandro broke off as if unable to form a coherent sentence, and heat flashed in his eyes.
    Keely smiled. At least some good might come from this day, if these two found each other.
    Before she could say a word, however, a blurred flash of speed that might have been a man with blue hair lifted her off her feet and raced through the jungle with her.
    By the time Justice finally slowed to a stop and put her down, she‟d worked up a full head of steam and was ready to lay into him. “Okay, I‟ve really had it with this caveman act. You are not my boss, you are not my father—”
    “Thank Poseidon,” Justice said fervently as he stared intently down at her breasts.
    She lost her train of thought for a moment as he bent toward her breasts, lifting them in his hands, but she gave it a valiant effort. “You are not . . .”
    He licked her nipple and sucked it into his mouth.
    She threw back her head and moaned, but tried again. “You are not . . .”
    He pulled her panties down and slid his fingers through her wetness, then rubbed his slick fingers back and forth across her clitoris and her knees gave out.
    He caught her with one strong arm, still rubbing her rhythmically as he sucked on her nipple, and she was reduced to wordless moaning, forgetting what she possibly could have been trying to say. All of her focus was centered on what he was doing to her body, and she knew if she didn‟t have him inside her very soon, she was going to go mad.
    “Justice, please,” she said, almost begging, not caring, only caring that he didn‟t stop, never stopped, oh, God, he was sucking on her other nipple now and driving first one, then a second finger into her, then across her clit, over and over and