Book 1 ~ ‘Til Death

Gil pressed his back against a tree, watching Fallon as she tossed her gear on the ground, stretching her arms up. Damn, he loved when she did that. The way the motion jiggled her breasts, making her nipples arch higher on her chest. He could almost taste the sweet fruity perfection of her skin, mixed with a hint of salty sweat. Even that turned him on. It reminded him of all the time she’d collapsed on top of him after fucking him for over an hour. Her body would be hot and slick, the smell of sex and sweat lingering on her skin. God, it’d been paradise.

“A sacrifice I’m sure.”  

Her voice drifted along the breeze as she threw her helmet on the ground and shrugged her CamelBak off her shoulders. He smiled. She was pissed, and that made his plan even easier. He snuck out, keeping his body low as he moved towards her. She was huffing out her breath and running her fingers through her hair. She never once looked over her back as he straightened up behind her.

“As long as I’m not the only one who suffers,” she began, but her voice shuddered into a gasp as Gil grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her to the ground. He did his best to cushion her fall, rolling his body on top of hers. But he hadn’t even caught her gaze before she bucked her hips underneath him and threw him over her shoulder. His back hit the hard dirt a moment before she pounced on top of him, holding a small Swiss army knife to his throat. He watched as her eyes went wide, and her grip weakened.

“Gil?” was all she got out before he broke her hold and rolled her over, pinning her beneath his heavy body. She cursed as her shoulders hit the ground, knocking her breath out in a loud huff. She growled at him and immediately raised her hips again, but Gil was ready this time, and shifted his weight, locking her in place. She fought against his hold for a few minutes, trying every technique he’d taught her before finally stilling beneath him, her chest rising sharply against his.

“Fine, Gil. You win. Now get off of me.”

Gil smiled at the reluctant tone of her voice. She hated admitting defeat and had injected just enough anger into her voice to make him think she was serious.

“Are you conceding I’m the more skilled warrior?” he asked, knowing the question would boil her blood.

Fallon grunted, giving one more attempt to best him, before snorting out her breath. “You only won because I let my guard down when I realised it was you. Don’t think for a moment I would’ve done that with anyone else.”

“A true warrior knows how to take advantage of any mistake,” he noted.

Another irritated sigh rumbled through her chest as she stared up at him. “Fine. You’re the better warrior. Now can you get off me?”

Gil shook his head, lowering his body closer to hers. His smile widened when he felt her breathing hitch and her nipples harden against his chest. “Not yet, sweetheart. First I want to know what in the hell made you try a stunt like that?”

Fallon fought for breath as she stared up at him, her eyes already darkening. He knew she could feel his cock hardening even further against her stomach, and he didn’t try to hide his amusement at her reaction. “What are you talking about? What stunt?”

He rubbed his cock across her stomach, revelling in the breathy whimper that escaped her lips before she could pull them into a tight line. “That jump back there. What in the hell made you think it was a good idea to try it?” He lowered even further, keeping her arms pinned above her head. “You scared ten years off my life, darling.”

Fallon watched him for several moments, her tongue moistening her lips in a slow sweep across her mouth. He groaned, wishing she’d do that to his lips. “I’ve been practicing. And in case you didn’t notice, I landed it perfectly.”

Gil growled and shifted both her hands into one of his before pulling down on the neckline of her shirt until the upper part of her right shoulder was exposed. Even in the dull light the cuts made on her skin by the bark of the tree she’d nearly collided with were visible. “And what to you call those?” he asked, raising his eyebrow in challenge.

Fallon smiled at him, a wicked gleam in her eyes. “Love bites,” she whispered, grinding her hips against his erection. He couldn’t stop a groan from tearing from his chest. Her smile widened. “Are we finished now, Gil?”

Gil stared down at her, unable to look away. Her eyes were almost black now, just a hint of the blue rimming the edges. He could feel her body warming against his and he knew the sweet scent starting to mingle with the breeze was the proof of her arousal. She wanted him. He just needed to show her how much.

He bent down, brushing his lips across hers, catching the startled gasp that purged from her lips. “Finished?” He looked down between their bodies, noting how closely she pressed herself against him, before catching her gaze once again. “Darling, we haven’t even started yet.”