Fourth Vector Ch. 06

"I certainly hope so," said the king. "That much gold could cause us some serious issues if it fell into the wrong hands."

*****

Later on that evening, Greg had managed to return to his quarters on theDestiny, eager to get out of his boots and relax. The last few hours since their impromptu meal at the palace had been spent in the frantic search for the remains of Daimanos' treasure. At this very moment, his marines had set up patrols at all entrances to the city as well as just beyond into the countryside. Most of the city was still being searched with the men looking for anyone who might have a clue where Daimanos' treasure might have been taken.

It was an exhausting affair. There were just too many places to look and always too few soldiers to do it. A more rigorous search would have to wait until the remains of Heron's army were able to arrive from further inland, however the wait for them only meant that more time would be given to the culprits to get away.

Greg closed the door with a heavy bang and immediately took his seat by his desk. Kicking off his boots, he noticed the time was close to ten o'clock and he was ready to get some sleep. He quickly changed out of his uniform and made a hasty rush to his bed, yet once he pulled the blanket down, there was a knock on his door.

Before waiting on an answer, his door opened slightly. Greg readied his scowl for whomever was unfortunate enough to enter his room without permission, but he softened considerably when he saw long, dark hair and stunning, green eyes.

"I thought you were one of my men," said Greg with a weary smile. "I was getting ready to tear you a new one."

"You don't have to do that," said Brittany with a grin as she shut the door firmly behind her. "I figured you wouldn't mind if it was me."

"Not one bit," said Greg before pointing to his bed. "But I'm so exhausted, I can barely stand any longer. I really need to get to bed."

Brittany bit her lip. "Don't you know? Getting into bed is exactly the reason I'm here!"

Greg chuckled. "I meant resting, not fucking."

She stuck out her lower lip in a pout. "Fine. But I can still rest while laying beside you right?"

He welcomed her with a quick hand wave. "Be my guest. Hop in!"

Brittany moved swiftly while ditching most of her uniform. Once down to just her bra and panties, she snuck under the covers with him.

"Have you had any luck finding that treasure?" she asked as soon as she snuggled her way into his arms.

Greg raised an eyebrow. "How did you hear about the treasure already?"

She stuck her tongue out at him. "When you're so close to Abigail, you hear a lot of things that other ears aren't privy to."

"I should've figured," he said while chuckling. "So how much did you hear exactly?"

"Just that it wasn't where it was supposed to be and that just about everyone is trying to find it. Did I miss anything?"

"Just about nailed it," said Greg. "It's part of the reason why I'm so damn tired. Coordinating the search of an entire city is mind-boggling."

"Maybe that's why I had to sneak in here tonight," said Brittany. "Just to give you a little TLC for your hard day."

Greg chuckled. "I'd never say no to a little TLC."

"Flip over for me then."

Greg did as she instructed and flopped onto his stomach. She laid beside him and her hands made quick work of his tank top, pulling it up over his back and letting it bunch around his shoulders. She trailed her fingertips over his bare skin lightly, the touch enough to leave goosebumps on his flesh. Once she had teased him to her satisfaction, she began to knead his muscles, rubbing his skin with expert fingers.

"That's what I needed," said Greg as his voice muffled against his pillow. "Your fingers are like magic, woman."

"Well, you came to the right place," said Brittany with a heavy breath.

"Rather, you came to the right please," said Greg with a smirk. "Always trying to sneak into my room."

She interrupted his rubdown to poke his side. "I've never heard you complain about it!"

"Nor will you," he said, jumping when he felt her digit jam into his skin. "Hey!"

"Now, no more complaining or the masseuse will move to another client," said Brittany as she got back to work.

"Yes, ma'am!"

She continued to rub him for several more minutes. Greg let out a long, contented sigh and felt his body relax against the bed. All the tension from the day seemed to melt away at her careful attention.

"Greg, do you think they'll find the treasure?" she asked, breaking the silence between them.

He shrugged gently. "Who knows. I don't think it could've just walked away on its own though. There was too much of it for someone not to notice."

Her fingers began to work at one particular knot just below his shoulder blade. "Do you know how much it was?"

"Not for sure, no. But a significant amount. Enough that you or I wouldn't have to worry about anything else for the rest of our lives," said Greg quietly.

She leaned her head against his back while one hand still massaged him. "What would you do with all that gold, Greg?"

He chuckled. "They wouldn't give it to me. Even if my guys found it."

"I know that," she said with a giggle. "But I mean, what if it was really ours? What would you want to do with it?"

Greg pursed his lips. "For one, I'd probably quit the Marines. I don't do it because I love commanding a bunch of rowdy, overgrown boys."

"Well, I kind of thought that was given! What else would you do?"

Greg thought the question over for a few moments before responding. "I'd probably go back and take care of my family. Make sure all their debts are tied up. Maybe get them a nice retirement home and send them on vacation."

"I like that the first serious thing you listed wasn't for you," said Brittany while really working the muscles in his back. "Despite quitting the Marines, I mean. Thinking of your parents first is really great of you."

"I kind of feel like I owe them," said Greg with a cheeky smile. "For putting up with all of my bullshit when I was younger. I wasn't an easy child to raise."

"I can'timagine why that would be the case."

"Too many times I came home with a black eye or got thrown out of school. It's lucky that I did make it to where I was in the Marines given my earlier choices. Anyway, if I had the money, it would be time that I started looking out for them instead of the other way around."

Brittany smiled. "I like that. What else would you do?"

"Probably buy a big house. No, a palace. Just like the one right over across the water," said Greg.

"That's a pretty impressive palace for one man," said Brittany. "Are you sure you wouldn't get lonely there?"

"Well, there's always the staff. The servants, butlers, and the like so I won't ever be too lonely."

She poked him again. "What about someone to share your bed with? Unless you plan on inviting one of those servants into your bed?"

"I just might. What does she look like?" asked Greg with a cheeky grin.

Brittany poked him hard, enough to make him yelp and shift on the bed. "Take it easy, you know I'm teasing."

"I don't like it still," she said with a pout.

"What? Do you want to be the one in my bed?"

She nodded while keeping the pouty look on her face. Greg had to admit it was quite an adorable look for her.

"I suppose I can make room for you in my harem," said Greg with an exaggerated sigh.

Brittany started to giggle. "So magnanimous of you! Will I at least be your number one whore?"

"That depends on how well you do in servicing me!"

"Oh, an audition I take it? I'll need to perform to secure my spot in the hierarchy?"

"Precisely," said Greg with a nod. He found their playful banter really amusing and kept poking the subject to see how far she would respond.

Brittany grinned. "Good thing I can be really persuasive when I want to be."

"I hope you're not talking about right now. I don't really find you that persuasive right now," said Greg.

"Is that right?" Her hand slipped between his body and the bed, sliding over his cock. "How about now?"

Greg shrugged playfully. "Getting closer but you'll have to do much better than that."

She raised an eyebrow. "I see I'll have to really work for this role. Good thing I came prepared." With that, she gestured for him to roll over onto his back. She grabbed a hair tie that had been wrapped around her wrist and bundled her dark hair into a single ponytail.

"Now I'm curious to see what you have in mind. You look like you're getting ready for some vigorous activity," teased Greg.

"Oh, it's going to be vigorous all right," said Brittany with a chuckle.

She reached over to pull down his briefs and quickly slipped them off his legs. In a flash, his cock was exposed to her gaze, and Brittany licked her lips at the sight of him half-hard and nearly ready for her attention.

"There's my old friend," she cooed as her hand slipped around his manhood and gave it several short jerks. "Looks like he was waiting for me."

Greg groaned as soon as her hand made contact with him. "I started getting hard once I pictured fucking you on a pile of gold coins."

Brittany giggled. "That sounds like it might be painful. Why don't you just fuck me in bed instead?"

"If you insist," he said with a grin.

She began to stroke him with force, concentrating on working his shaft in short, speedy bursts and delighting in the feel of his rapidly stiffening member. With her free hand, she gathered some saliva from her mouth and coated the tip, watching as her spit slipped down the head and slid between her fingers. The added slickness produced a new noise as theslick-slick-slick sound of her jerking started to fill the room.

Greg started to breathe heavier at watching her dedicated skills. "You have no idea how good it feels."

Brittany grinned wickedly. "Wait until you see what I intend to do next."

She slowed the pace of her fingers and leaned her head closer to his lap. Her eyes fixed on his as her tongue crept out from her mouth, snaking toward the tip of his manhood and sliding along the underside in one long, sensual lick.

She kept up the attention by bathing every inch of his cock with a long swipe of her tongue. Once she was satisfied that she had licked every part of him, including generous attention to his balls, Brittany sucked the tip of his cock into her mouth. Her mouth formed a tight suction ring around the tip, applying pressure against the crown while her tongue flicked at the slit. She capped the move off with generous eye contact, her smoldering green eyes staying locked on his.

"You've just been promoted up a spot," said Greg with a groan. "You're now in the top three of my harem."

His cock slipped out of her mouth with an audible pop. "Only the top three? What can I do to get to number one?" Her tongue slipped out and licked along the underside once more while she waited for his response.

Greg grinned at her. "I really need to see that enthusiasm for you to get to the top."

She responded by once again taking his entire cock in her mouth and then attempted to deepthroat him in one stroke. Her lips slid all the way to the base of his shaft as her face turned red in the attempt. Once she was all the way down, she pulled him from her mouth and looked up at him. "And now? What number am I now?"

"Top two," mumbled Greg, too amazed at watching the display.

Brittany rolled her eyes playfully. "The things I do for you." She then returned to his cock and began to deepthroat him again. This time, she didn't stop after the first suck. Instead, she kept returning to his base. Greg lost count of the number of times his entire manhood disappeared behind her lips. Every time her lips would press against his pubic bone, her eyes would flicker up to meet his as a reminder of just how much she could take.

When she finally pulled his cock out of her mouth the last time, long strands of slippery saliva connected his manhood to her lips. Brittany stuck out her tongue and flicked his cock several times against the surface before she suctioned off the tip once more.

"Okay, you win," panted Greg. "You're number one. You're number one."

Brittany grinned wickedly. "And don't you forget it."

The woman went back to work suctioning the tip while her hand wrapped around the rest of his shaft and began to jerk him into her own mouth. Greg groaned while he watched, Brittany looking incredibly sexy as she used every bit of her talents in an effort to make him cum. He was already turned on just from having her in his bed, and the second she started to play with his cock with renewed vigor, he knew he wouldn't last long.

"So close," he hissed as he watched her hand blur with activity as she masturbated him. Her response was to suck harder, and he watched her cheeks hollow out as her tongue once again flicked at the tip of his cock.

His hips began to roll as he felt himself drifting closer to the edge. It was on one particularly deep suck that he felt the beginning of his orgasm and soon a heavy load of cum started to rocket up his shaft. Brittany seemed to sense it instinctively as she buried his cock down her throat and held him in place as he exploded shortly after.

"Oh, fuck," he groaned as his hips pumped erratically into the brunette's mouth. Copious amounts of sperm soon filled her mouth and she repeatedly milked him in an attempt to steal every remaining drop. Greg watched as she swallowed several mouthfuls in quick succession before finally releasing his cock. For the last act of her show, she slowly jerked him and waited for small amounts of cum to emerge from the tip before leaning forward to lick it clean.

"Fuck, that was so good," he panted as he relaxed into bed.

"Yummy," said Brittany with a seductive grin. After her final lick, she kissed the tip of his cock and tucked it between his legs. She snaked her way back into his arms and pulled the blanket around them snugly.

"Have I ever told you that you're a hell of a good woman?"

Brittany shook her head coyly. "Nope. Not ever."

"Well, you are. That was incredible." Greg's hand drifted to her own back and gave much the same treatment to her as she already had to him.

"I just wanted to take care of you. Especially when you already had a hard day."

"I'm glad it was that and not the fact that you got turned on from talking about being rich," said Greg with a chuckle.

Brittany giggled. "That might've had a tiny, little bit to do with it."

"You know, you never told me what you would do. If you were the one to find and keep all that gold."

She sighed against his chest happily. "Quit the navy for one."

"Of course. Given, remember?"

"Oh, right." She laughed against him. "I think I might steal your idea to buy my parents a nice house as well. But I'm going to get one just for myself too."

"So far so good."

"Then, I'm going to hire my own team of seamstresses to make all of my clothing moving forward," she said with a giggle. "No more navy fatigues. Only the finest in fashion for me moving forward."

"You're such a girl," said Greg with a laugh.

"I don't see you complaining about it," she said, playfully nipping at his shoulder.

"What then? What would you do next?"

"That's easy. I tuck a large portion of it away for my niece. She's the only daughter of my sister, and I just love her to pieces. I'd want a good portion of it to go to her education. Just to make sure she has the best life possible."

"I like that," said Greg. "That's a great reason too. How old is she?"

"She's eleven and she's so smart already. When I'm back home, I always try to spend as much time with her as I can. I'm always amazed by how much she grows and matures every time I see her. I just want to be a good aunt to her."

He nodded gently. "It sounds like you are already. I'm sure she's grateful for you more than you know."

Using her finger, she trailed her nail around his chest. "I hope so. It's the best I can do until I have one of my own."

"Do you want that someday? To have your own kids?"

"Yes, definitely," she said with an enthusiastic nod. "I love them too much to not imagine them being part of my future. That is, as long as we actually get home."

"We will," answered Greg. "In a way, it gives us more to fight for. We have to get you home safe and sound so you can see her turn twelve."

Brittany turned her head to look at him, placing a sweet kiss against his lips. "I really like you. I hope you know that."

"I rather like you too," said Greg with a smile. "Who knew that talking about finding some gold would lead to something deeper?"

"And a blow job. Don't forget that." Brittany giggled.

"How could I ever?"

Once she finished laughing alongside him, she looked back to his eyes once more. "Do you want kids someday as well? Or do you have some already?"

Greg shook his head. "Not already although not for a lack of trying." He chuckled to himself. "There's been some close calls over the years but nothing stuck. But yeah, I think so. I wouldn't mind having a few boys or so. I imagine it wouldn't be too much different than commanding the men."

"It might be at first," she said with a giggle. "But I bet you'd be a good father."

"I'd probably be a terrible father. But thanks for the vote of confidence," he said dryly.

She shook her head. "Don't be hard on yourself. The men under your command respect you fully. It's not hard to see that they honor you as a leader. It wouldn't be much different with children."

Greg smiled. "If you say so."

"Either way, I'm glad you said that. About wanting some of your own," she said while avoiding his eyes. After a moment, she locked her gaze on him. "It makes me happy."

Greg nodded slowly and then grinned. "This is a new side of you that I'm seeing tonight. What happened to my little sex pistol that wanted to invite more women into our bed?"

Brittany giggled. "You can still do that if you wish! Especially if any of those girls from the harem caught your eye. But in all seriousness, I just feel like getting to know you better over the last couple weeks has been good for us. It just doesn't feel all about sex anymore, you know?"

Greg nodded. "My time with you feels a little more real now, and I'm enjoying the turn that it's taken. Don't get me wrong the sex is fantastic. But I really enjoy these little down moments with you where I can get to learn more about you."

She smiled. "Me too." In the next moment, a long yawn escaped from her lips.

"Getting sleepy too?" he asked.

"Mm-hmm," she said with a nod. "You don't mind, do you?"

"Not at all. Laying here with you is so relaxing that it's reminding me how tired I am. Let's get some sleep. You don't have a watch tonight, do you?"

Brittany snuggled in tight against his side and wrapped her leg around his own. "Nope. I'm all yours until morning."

"Good. I hate when you have to sneak out of my bed," he growled.

"Me too," she answered before leaning up to kiss him. "Goodnight, handsome. Sweet dreams."

"You too, beautiful," he answered in return.

It wasn't much longer that they were both sleeping soundly.

*****

Jack didn't get much in the way of sleep that night. For one, it was the first night spent back in his own bed, having earned a pass from Dr. Kendall to leave the infirmary. Not that his own bed wasn't a welcome change of pace from the lumpy infirmary beds, it was just that he'd adapted to sleeping with the additional sounds of the infirmary in the background. In his own quarters the tranquil sounds of nothingness seemed a bit unnerving at least for the first night.

The other welcome development was that he was able to dispense with the painkillers for the first time since the fight with Daimanos. He had finally reached a point where the multiple slashes across his body ceased to throb with pain and for that he was very thankful. While the task force seemed to wait for him to heal, they could only delay so long before getting back to the mission.