The Deadfall

by Lilly Black

  The Deadfall

  by Lilly Black

  Book I of

  Lilly Black's Gods of Earth Series

  © 2018 by Lilly Black

  Cover Design by Lilly Black

  Photo by Irina Alexandrovna

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  2018 Kindle Edition

  Warning: This book contains adult situations and graphic sex.

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  Acknowledgements:

  For my husband.

  When you read it, you aren't going to like Olivia's storyline at all, but surely you know by now that all heroes, no matter their name or backstory, are only ever you.

  Special Thanks:

  to Author Amy Leigh Napier, who always finds all the mistakes I miss because she's awesome,

  to Margie for encouraging me and Keira for ignoring her and slacking off with me,

  to Nilisha for helping me understand more about where Ravi comes from,

  to all the wonderful ladies who helped me with the ARC,

  to George R., may he rest in peace, for setting me on a collision course with this book long ago,

  and

  to all of the horrible people who drove me to destroy the world.

  Lilly Black's Books

  Gods of Earth Series

  Book I: The Deadfall

  Book II: Coming Soon

  Jaded Series

  Book I: A Jade's Trick

  Book II: A Deeper Shade of Jade

  Book III: Precious Jade

  Book IV: Unjaded

  The Deadfall

  by Lilly Black

  Olivia's Journal

  Final Entry [sic]

  Since I am going out of town today for a long weekend with my oldest and dearest girlfriends, last night Reid was determined to do what he always does when we're going to be apart. He has just the slightest streak of insecurity when it comes to me, and it shows itself at times like these. No way was he going to send me out into the world to get drunk with the girls for three days without twenty orgasms to remind me that no other man could ever please me like he does.

  It wasn't necessary. I already know how good I have it. But I'm not one to turn down twenty orgasms either.

  If you've read this series of journals from the beginning, you already know that's just a typical Tuesday in my sex life, but if you just flipped straight to the last entry, you're probably going to call bullshit, Dani. Fifteen years ago, before I met Reid, I know I would've been right there with you. It's not bullshit, though. I am, without a doubt, the luckiest woman alive and not just because he's such a generous and magnificent lover. He's a wonderful husband. I've never understood how people always say that marriage is hard work. Marriage isn't hard work at all, and maybe all those people who say it is just aren't doing it right. My marriage is everything I could ever possibly want, and I don't think there's any way I could be happier. But you didn't ask me to journal my undying love, did you, Dani? You just want the juicy parts, so here you go.

  Bon Appétit!

  Last night after my shower, I came out of my bathroom into our bedroom wrapped in a towel, planning to put on one of several new lingerie acquisitions that arrived in yesterday's mail, but Reid was waiting for me right outside the door. I gasped, startled when I saw him out of the corner of my eye, and it made him smile as he came at me, deliciously naked and unashamed, his well-toned body almost as hard as his perfect cock. It had been a while since he had his hair trimmed, and growing just below his ears now, I could still see the blonde strands from working outside all summer mixed in with his messy, light brown locks. Every part of Reid is beautiful to me. I love the sharp angles of his face, the sun-kissed color of his skin, how smooth his chin feels right after he shaves.

  As I ran my fingers along his jaw line, he leaned forward, trapping me against the wall with one hand as he loomed over me at six feet to my petite 5'3". Then he grabbed the corner of my towel where I had it tucked in above my breasts and yanked it away with a grin. I stood naked before him as he looked me over head to toe with predatory green eyes, and every sign of arousal in my body came on like he flipped a switch. My nipples tightened into pink dots, my clit was hard and aching, and I could feel myself growing wet inside as I anticipated what he would do next. The thing is, I never know what he's going to do next because even after fifteen years together, Reid and I have never fallen into a rut. We've never even gotten past the honeymoon phase, and even when he does things he's done a thousand times, there's always some new, little trick to it to keep me surprised.

  Tonight, he started by kneeling down before me and lifting my foot, kissing it softly at first then sucking my toes into his mouth. It's never been an erogenous zone for me, but knowing how much he gets off on it is what turns me on. And he does get off on it. I could feel his cock twitching against my other ankle as he worshipped my foot, running his tongue up the side and around the heel, nibbling at the back of my ankle. When he moved on to my leg, he placed my foot on his shoulder, and as his tongue made its way to the spot where I really wanted it, he pushed into me until my leg was bent over at the knee, dangling down his back, his gorgeous face looking up at me from between my thighs.

  Without breaking eye contact, he slowly extended his tongue toward my clit, and my legs began lightly trembling as I begged for more inside my head. He moved in closer. I could feel his breath, humid against my most sensitive flesh, but just before he would have reached the target, he turned his head to the right and bit me on the thigh, sending shockwaves of pain and pleasure through me.

  He hummed in approval as he heard my breath catch, and though I whined in disappointment, it was just a part of the game.

  "Patience, my love," he teased, punishing me by going even slower as he worked his way down my other leg, and he knew it was torture because I was so ready, I could feel it on my inner thighs, and finally, half way to my knee, he stopped teasing, suddenly spreading me open with his thumbs and brushing his tongue gently over my clit.

  I shuddered, my fingers winding their way into his hair as he began to make soft swirls with the smooth underside, slowly coaxing the pleasure out of me, and when he had taken me as far as the position would allow without the ability to spread my legs, he placed one hand against my belly and pushed me into the wall to keep me balanced as he raised my other leg onto his shoulder.

  Then he began to stand, lifting me up until I was more than five feet off the ground, but I wasn't concerned about my precarious position. Reid's strong. He makes me feel like I'm as light as a feather as he effortlessly moves me around to suit his desires, and all the while, his tongue never stopped, pressed right against my clit as he slid his hands behind me to carry me to the bed.

  Then he dropped me, letting me fall on my back on the mattress, and as I watched the black, corseted babydoll nightie I had laid out to wear slide off the edge on his side, he went to his knees at the foot, pulling me to the very end, straight into his face, his hands on my inner thighs, pushing them wide apart. He moved fast, flickering over me as my fists grasped the she
et in balls, the orgasm coming for me so quickly, nothing could've stopped it.

  "Oh, Fuck!" I moaned, and bearing into me, he gave me the last, little jolt I needed, his grip on my thighs intense as I screamed his name and pushed myself forward into his face. He pushed back, guiding me beyond the first orgasm to a second and a third, each more intense than the last. My body seized as I praised him in deep groans and inarticulate cries, my mind ravaged by impossible pleasures that only Reid could ever give me. And his lust for making me come was inexhaustible, not stopping until I pulled away, giggling euphorically.

  "Was that alright?" he asked with a smirk on his face, and it only made me laugh harder until he abruptly flipped me over, driving his cock into me from behind and chasing the laughter right out of my mouth. He didn't tease, immediately fucking me hard and fast, gripping my shoulders, forcing my back into a sharp arch, and as his body crashed into mine, it took him seconds to bring me to orgasm again, my entire being exploding against him just as he breathed the command in my ear: "Come for me, baby."

  "Oh, my God," I cried, shuddering as I flooded his cock with hot, wet validation of his absolute power over me. He gave me a moment to savor it before he started again, repeating the process with slight changes each time - grabbing my hips, pulling my hair, running his fingernails down my spine as he made me come over and over, and when I thought he was finished with me, he got down off the bed, dragged me to the end, and flipped me over so suddenly I felt my long, wet, blond hair strike him like a whip. Unfazed, he pulled my ass off the edge and put my legs on his shoulders, then as he slid his cock inside me again, he sucked my toes into his mouth. As I felt him grow harder, I knew I could end him so quickly, but I didn't want it to be over yet. We were going to be away from each other for three nights - an eternity by our standards - and I needed to send Reid off feeling as supremely sated as I felt.

  As he began fucking me, I gave him a few more seconds with my foot before pulling it away and wrapping my legs around him, caging his arms at his side. He held onto my thighs, and I let his glorious cock take possession of my will once more, my mind lost in the sensation of soft skin stretched over steel gliding rapidly against the enkindled flesh inside me, each stroke a step closer to heaven. I felt it approaching, and knowing how close Reid was, I held my tongue, trying to be as quiet as possible so I could get that cock in my mouth before he reached his end, but my body betrayed me, quaking, practically vibrating as he drove me to madness. And he didn't stop. He just kept fucking me relentlessly, another orgasm building upon the last as I felt Reid's cock reach that critical mass.

  "Oh, God, yes!" I screamed, and together we erupted, the ecstasy shooting into my veins like a narcotic as he filled me with his undying lust.

  "Oh, fuck, Liv," he groaned, thrusting gently now, wresting the last of the bliss our bodies had to give until he finally leaned forward and collapsed over me.

  "God, I love you," he breathed, his voice barely audible, his lips softly brushing the side of my face as he nuzzled into me, and I echoed him in my own whisper, so high I could only think of two things.

  I love him more than the limited words of my native tongue could ever express.

  And,

  God! Three days is going to be an eternity!

  T Minus 3 Days and Counting

  9:00 AM Friday Morning

  Olivia finished writing the most recent chapter and slipped her sex journal into her suitcase along with the other two volumes from the last three months. It seemed like a silly exercise in the beginning when Dani asked that she, Liana, and June start writing in them, but as she began to chronicle every experience she had with her husband, she realized that maybe she had found just the thing they had been looking for. She and Reid had always said they were so good at sex they should get paid for it, yet neither of them really wanted to go into porn or prostitution. Writing erotica was something she'd never considered, but now she realized it might be her best bet for turning their extraordinary sex life into cash flow. She had been very thorough in her writing ever since, and now that she was going off for a weekend with the girls, it had been important to Reid to give her a lot to write about last night.

  Olivia gathered her luggage, and began dragging it down the hall from her bedroom toward the lodge. She and Reid had a private home that was attached to their rustic, seven-room hotel, which made the lodge look bigger and more impressive, and though they had a private entrance, they seldom used it. Her friends would be meeting her in front of the lodge anyway, and when she dragged her suitcases into the hallway outside their bedroom, Reid was there waiting to carry them to the lobby. She watched him with a lusty stare as he effortlessly lifted them both, his muscles flexing beneath his shirt.

  "How many weeks did you pack for?" he teased, and she giggled.

  "You know I always over-pack," she said as she followed him down the hall. He set down her bags by the front door of the lodge and turned to face her, putting his arms around her and looking down into her eyes.

  "I'm going to miss you," he whispered.

  "I'm going to miss you," she echoed, then she leaned in close, her lips by his ear, "but when I get home on Monday..."

  "When you get home on Monday, you're going to be exhausted and hung over," he corrected her. "So, I'll make you dinner, and pencil you in for a proper fucking on Tuesday."

  "You're so romantic," she said with a roll of her eyes.

  "You wouldn't have it any other way, my love," he said, kissing her on the forehead. He was right, of course. In the romance department, Olivia was extremely low maintenance, but if she hadn't been, then Reid would have learned to be more romantic. He had loved her from the first moment he saw her, and every day together thereafter only reinforced their belief that they were made for one another. They had met in college when they were in their early twenties, and even after fifteen years together, their sex life was as exciting as it was when they were first discovering each other.

  "Ink," she called out to him as she walked back down the hall for something she forgot. "Not pencil."

  Reid smiled. Knowing her libido, it was probably safe to ink Monday in as well.

  Liana & June

  "What the fuck is that thing?" Liana demanded, her amber eyes flashing in fear as she stood behind the driver's side door of her ten-year-old SUV, refusing to leave the safety of the car. She glared up at the second story, front deck of the log-cabin lodge at Olivia and Reid's compound, and staring back at her were the menacing, green eyes of Evil, the full grown, melanistic jaguar, who sat regally surveying her pride lands from the banister. Evil came to them as a cub seized in a drug raid by cops in Reid's hometown of Charleston, WV, and she had been raised as part of the family alongside their only child, Savannah. Evil was as gentle as a kitten as long as no one threatened Savannah, but all Liana ever knew about that species of great cat were the old wives tales spun by her Argentinean grandmother who grew up in fear of them coming out of the Amazon in the night to eat babies.

  "You're perfectly safe," Reid promised as he approached the car to carry her bags inside, and her teenage son, Rey started to open his door.

  "Don't you dare!" she shouted at him, then she turned to Reid. "Could you maybe put it in a cage first?"

  He laughed and called out to Olivia on the walkie-talkies they used to keep in contact while working around the compound. She was already heading upstairs onto the deck before he even spoke, and when she reached the banister, she smiled down at Liana as Evil began to rub her head against Olivia's. Reid gave her a look, gritting his teeth, and she knew exactly what to do.

  "Come on, Evie," she said. "Let's go to your room." The cat jumped down off the railing, her tail swishing as she followed Olivia inside, down the stairs, and to her "room", which was connected to the master suite. She had her own indoor area with a bed, central heating and air, and a cat door to a large outside enclosure. It's where she lived when there were guests on the property, whether they were staying in the lodge suites or one of th
e cabins. Reid and Olivia had closed the business for this long weekend, but since Olivia's friends were leaving their children with Savannah and Reid, they knew Evil wouldn't be able to roam the grounds.

  "Evie is safely locked away," Olivia announced as she came back into the lodge to find Liana already inside, standing by the door, her hands on her curvaceous hips. With bronze skin, and long, wavy brown hair, Liana was beautiful now that she wasn't terrified of Olivia's youngest, and furriest, child. "I can't believe you didn't even want to pet her."

  "Seriously, Oblivia?" she demanded with a roll of her eyes, then she laughed and hugged her old friend.

  "I've missed you," she said, laughing with her. No one had called her Oblivia in years, but apparently it still applied because she couldn't imagine how anyone could look at Evil and not immediately want to cuddle with her.

  "I've missed you, too," Liana said, and they sat down to catch up while they waited for June to arrive since Reid had taken Rey to the stables where Savannah was feeding the horses. Back in Columbus, GA, Liana and Rey lived on an army base, so he was very excited about spending a weekend horseback riding, fishing, and hanging out with Reid and Olivia's beautiful, blonde daughter even though his mother had already warned her seventeen-year-old son that Savannah was too young for him "no matter how old she looks in her Instagram pictures."

  Savannah had heard a similar warning from her mother because Rey Navarro was known for being a bit of a player, and there was no question what fourteen-year-old Savannah thought of the muscled, Latin boy with the dark eyes and messy hair. Good thing Reid was staying there to kick his ass if he crossed the line. Plus they were going to have four younger boys to look after once June arrived with her brood.