Warriors,Winners & Wicked Lies: 13 Book Excite Spice Military, Sports & Secret Baby Mega Bundle (Excite Spice Boxed Sets)

by Selena Kitt

Gabriella slowly emerged from her state of shock and sat up. Should she touch him? Comfort him? A part of her was scared to touch him again, but she powered through her fear, got to her knees and hugged him from behind, pressing her forehead to the back of his shoulder.

  “Are you okay?”

  Anthony huffed. “I nearly kill you and you’re asking if I’m okay?”

  “What happened?”

  He shook his head. “I don’t know. I just –” he sighed. “I don’t know.”

  “Do you have nightmares like that often?”

  He was silent for so long she didn’t think he was going to answer. Finally he said, “Yes. Every night.”

  “What are the nightmares of?”

  “I don’t remember.”

  She didn’t believe him, but didn’t press it. Whatever it was, it was blatantly obvious it wasn’t pleasant.

  “How long have you been having them?”

  “A while.”

  She sighed, tightening her arms around his torso and placing a kiss onto his shoulder.

  He pulled out of her embrace and turned to face her. “I think I should sleep in another room.”

  “No.” Shaking her head she took his hands in hers. “Stay. It’ll be fine.”

  Anthony looked unconvinced. “I could have killed you. I mean. Jesus. If I –” He visibly shuddered.

  “You didn’t. And, I startled you. I’ll know better next time.” There was a part of her that was a little timid, but she refused to give in to that fear. She suspected he needed her and she wouldn’t turn him away.

  “Gabby…”

  “Tony,” she countered.

  After a moment of looking into each other’s eyes he conceded. Lying back onto the mattress, he pulled her down to him. “I’m so sorry.”

  “Nothing to be sorry about.” She snuggled against him and closed her eyes. God, what did he go through? She couldn’t help but wonder; her ponderings kept her awake for most of the night.

  * * *

  “Gabriella! Wake up! Gabriella.” Gabby groaned as she felt herself being pulled away from her slumber to the sound of her mother’s voice.

  “Mom? What are…?” she asked, her eyes still shut.

  “We’re home early.”

  The events of the previous night came to mind and her eyes sprang open. Anthony? She looked around the room, but he was nowhere to be found. Where was he? Why didn’t he wake her up? Realizing she was still naked she pulled the blanket up to her chin, hoping her mother didn’t question her lack of pajamas. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes she looked up at her mother, waiting for the reason for being woken so early.

  “We’re having breakfast. I thought it would be nice to have the family together for breakfast, since it’s been so many years.”

  She sighed. “Sure, Mom. Ummm. Just give me a minute.”

  “Of course, dear. Try to be down in five minutes.” Her mother turned and left, leaving her alone to get dressed.

  They weren’t supposed to be back for another day or two. She had to admit she was slightly disappointed; after the previous evening she was hoping for a little more alone time with Anthony.

  Once her door was closed, Gabriella slid from the bed and made her way to her closet. She still kept clothes at her parents’ house, just in case. Pulling it open she grabbed a pair of tight-fitting black yoga pants with a pink stripe running down the side and matching form-fitting t-shirt. Taking a brush to her hair, she gave herself an inspection in her vanity mirror, applying some gloss to her lips.

  As good as it’s going to get with a five-minute time requirement, she mused and then laughed at herself. One thing she’d never been concerned about in the past was looking good for Anthony.

  With a sigh, she spun and exited her bedroom and made her way downstairs and to the kitchen. The delicious smell of breakfast drifted to her nose, making her stomach grumble.

  “Morning everyone,” she said, entering the kitchen, but her gaze immediately sought out Anthony. Her eyes locked with his and she felt her face grow warm and she quickly looked away to her mother. “Need help, Mom?”

  “Nope. I have a place set for you beside Anthony.”

  “’kay.” Taking a seat next to Anthony she chanced another look over at him. He seemed to be invested in a conversation he was having with his father about his tours. With a sigh she turned her focus back to her mother as her mother placed a plate in front of her and then Anthony.

  Once everyone was served her mother took her spot at the opposite end of the table from their father. “Now, I just want to say something and get it out.”

  Frowning, Gabriella along with the two men turned their focus to her mother. “What, Mom?”

  “I know you and Anthony have had your differences, but your father and I would like to see you two make an effort to get along, especially since Anthony is back for good. You’re adults now and there’s no need for the childish fighting.” She fixed her gaze on Gabriella. “You’ll do that, right?”

  Typical, I’m the troublemaker. Gabriella sighed. No matter how much things change they seem to stay the same.

  “Of course, Mom.”

  “We worked out our differences last night,” Anthony said as his knee slapped hers. She looked over at Anthony and when their gazes locked he gave her a sexy grin he used to reserve for the girls he dated. She could see how it worked so well for him because that smile made her tummy flutter and her flush deepen. “Right, Gabby?”

  “Yes. Of course.” She turned back to her mother. “It’s all behind us.”

  “In fact, we’re going running right after breakfast.”

  Running? News to her. The last thing she wanted to do was run. Why in the hell would she want to do that? She turned her attention to him, giving him a quizzical look.

  He winked and turned back to his meal.

  The rest of breakfast basically surrounded their parents drilling him on everything he’d been doing over the past few years and his plans for the future – as of that moment he really didn’t have any. His father wasn’t impressed.

  She wanted to come to Anthony’s defense – he’d just arrived home, what did his father expect? – but she didn’t. Anthony could fight his own battles much better than she could. After breakfast, true to his words Anthony convinced her to put on her sneakers and off they went.

  “Okay, hold up.” Gabriella gasped, grabbing his biceps as she stopped and doubled over, attempting to gain her breath. “I need a break.”

  “We’re only been jogging ten minutes.”

  She looked up and glared at him. “Maybe for a Marine that’s small, but for a girl who never runs it’s plenty. I can barely keep up.”

  He chuckled. “You had no problems keeping up last night.”

  “Yeah, well, that’s because that was an activity I actually wanted to do.”

  “Then perhaps we need to ditch the folks and head to your place.”

  Laughing, she was just straightening up when a bang of a car backfiring rang out in the distance.

  “Get down!” She had no idea what hit her as his hard body went crashing into hers, tackling her to the ground on her back, knocking the wind from her, causing a low “oomph” to escape her lips. She attempted to squirm out from under him, but he kept her secure, covering her body. “Stay down. They’re firing,” he hissed into her ear.

  Huh? What? She looked up into his eyes, but she could see the disconnect in his gaze. He was somewhere, but wherever it was it wasn’t with her.

  “Anthony. It’s okay.” She grasped his chin in her hands and forced him to look down at her. “Tony. Come on. It’s okay.”

  She watched as the fog lifted from his stare and a look of horror filled his eyes. “Oh fuck me. Oh shit, Gabby. Fuck, I’m so sorry.” He quickly got to his feet, took a step back from her and looked around nervously, raking a shaking hand through his hair. No one had noticed and Gabby was grateful for that, she could see how embarrassed he was and the last thing she wanted was for it to be wo
rse because they had an audience.

  Getting to her feet she touched his arm, walking around him to stand facing him. “It’s okay.” She tentatively gave him a reassuring smile.

  “No.” He shook his head, keeping his eyes downcast. “No, it’s not. I’m so fucked up right now. I just –”

  She was worried. She’d been concerned the previous night, but downright worried now. “What’s the matter? What’s going on?”

  “I was diagnosed with PTSD and given a medical discharge.” He raked a slightly shaking hand through his hair. “My time was nearly up anyhow.”

  “Does your Dad know?”

  “No, he doesn’t. I don’t want them to know. They think I left because my service was up and I wanted to move on and pursue a different career. That wasn’t entirely the case. I’m under psychiatric care at the moment.”

  “Until…?” She stepped close to him, forcing him to look at her as she wrapped her arms around his waist.

  “Until I get my head right. It’s not like they’re going to kick me to the curb and not give me support, so that’s good… I guess. Maybe pursuing something between us right now isn’t such a great idea, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I ever hurt you.”

  She gave him a reassuring smile. “You won’t.”

  He lowered his forehead to hers and closed his eyes, holding her tight. “Thank you. I hope you’re right.”

  “I know it.” God, she hoped she was right. Either way, she’d do what she could to make it better for him.

  Chapter 4

  The next morning, Gabriella slowly awoke she was naked and on her side, Anthony's front – also naked – pressed up against her back, his erect cock pressing at her ass.

  "Finally, you're awake," Anthony whispered in her ear, sending a soft shiver through her, bringing her to full consciousness. Slipping a hand around her waist he cupped her mound and pressed her bottom tighter against his rock solid dick. "I've been dying to feel you again. And you promised me something today."

  Gabriella giggled as his lips grazed the side of her neck and he nipped playfully at her shoulder, the incident from the previous evening already forgotten. "What time is it? And if you recall you had me up until three last night."

  "It's noon. I've been up for hours now." His teeth nipped at her ear and he urged her top leg up, back and over his waist, spreading her legs wider for him.

  Turning her head, she hooked her hand behind his head and guided his mouth to hers. He tasted of mint. She became immediately conscious of the fact she may have morning breath, but that didn't seem to bother him as he kissed her with hunger and need.

  She heard the click of… a tube? And then felt the coolness of presumably lube being applied to her back entrance. She froze against him.

  "I'll take it easy, I promise, Gabby."

  A shot of fear rushed through her. She'd never been fucked in the ass before and he was so big. Sensing her hesitation, he kissed her shoulder and stroked her clit. Her fear was slowly replaced by need and she relaxed, allowing him entry. He guided the head of his dick to her back entrance and slowly, carefully pressed into her.

  As his cock penetrated her virgin ass, she felt a painful burning and tried to squirm away, but he held tight to her. "Just a second, babe. It'll get better, I promise."

  His calm voice was soothing to her. Taking a deep breath in, she attempted to relax and enjoy the foreign feeling. By the time his cock was fully buried within her anus, her fear had turned into a desire she'd never known possible. "Mmmm. Oh God, Tony." Her heart picked up tempo and she moaned loudly as she began to grind back against him, wanting him deeper, harder.

  "Shhhhh. The folks are downstairs having lunch."

  What? They're home! Gabriella’s eyes widened in surprise. The thought of Tony fucking her ass while their parents were downstairs was mortifying. She attempted to squirm away from him again, but his hand around her waist held her tight against him.

  "It makes it all that more exciting with them downstairs," he soothed, his lips on her neck again as he pressed up deeper into her.

  "But Anthony..." her protest was weak at best. He felt too good; the head of his cock pressing into her was driving her mad with desire.

  "I'll be quick babes," he assured her, thrusting a little harder, and slipping his hand back down to her pussy. Spreading her lips, his fingers worked her clit with expert precision, alternating between stroking her clit and thrusting his fingers deep into her heated core.

  She gave in to him, though it wasn't as though she had much of a choice; her body was taking over her actions. She whimpered and moaned as softly as possible while he slowly and deliciously brought her to her point of climax. Despite promising to be quick, he took his time, slowly withdrawing and thrusting back in, their bodies moving together in perfect unison.

  "Are you going to come with me, Gabby?"

  "Uh-huh." It was becoming hard to concentrate. Her whole body seemed to be quivering, moving on its own without a thought, just the desire to have him filling her. The fact that their parents were downstairs was no longer a concern. It was just him and her, their bodies melting into each other and moving as one.

  He worked her clit harder, ramming into her faster. The sudden increase in tempo had her crying out.

  "Shhh, don't make me gag you."

  "Didn't take you for a kink sort," she gasped.

  "Oh, I'm a lot of things, Gabby."

  I'm a lot of things. The words were enough to bring her to the edge. What other things? Was it possible to make her feel better than she felt at that moment? She doubted it.

  "I want to feel you coming before I let go, Gabby," he whispered in her ear, then nuzzled her neck.

  His warm breath on her neck and his soft encouragement were all she needed. She bit down on her lip to keep from crying out as her body trembled and the tension between her legs gave way in a flood of relief and pleasure.

  "So good," he groaned as he held tight to her pelvis and pulled her against him, driving his shaft as far into her as possible. His warm cum shot into her, filling her ass. Her own fluids quickly began to seep down her legs.

  She sighed, hardly believing that the man touching her so intimately and making her feel so amazing was the same boy she'd spent years pretending to hating. The past seemed hard to believe, now that she was wrapped up into his strong arms and enjoying the feel of his depleting dick within her.

  To her dismay, once the final tremor rocked through Anthony, he immediately pulled out from her and jumped from the bed. Groaning, she rolled over to her stomach and watched him pull on his boxers, over his tight, muscular ass. My God, he is hot! Every inch of his body was like a work of art. The scars littering his body from both his years playing football and then his years in combat only added to his sex appeal.

  "So what do you have planned for the day?" She was secretly hoping to spend it with him, but didn't want to sound too hopeful or start acting clingy or needy.

  Walking back over to the bed he placed a chaste kiss on her lips. "I'm going to visit some old friends mostly."

  Her heart fell. She prayed he couldn't see the disappointment in her eyes, but knew it would be there.

  "But when you go back to your apartment there will be something waiting for you on the kitchen table. I'll be at your place at eight." He gave her bare ass a quick, playful slap.

  "Ouch, hey!" She graced him with an angry half-growl as she narrowed her eyes at him, rubbing her stinging backside. His grin widened seeing her displeasure. "What’s the surprise?"

  "That's for me to know and you to find out, little sister." He turned and made his way toward the closed door.

  "Hey, wait?"

  "Huh?" He turned, his hand remaining on the knob, and cocked a curious brow at her.

  "Don't you think referring to me as your sister sounds a little fucked up considering," she said as she motioned to her naked body dripping of both their fluids.

  The mischievous gleam in his eyes returned. "Oh, ye
ah. Really fucked up and sexy as hell because it's fucked up, Gabby." He gave her a wink, opened the door and slipped out.

  Gabriella let out a loud sigh. She couldn't even wager a guess as to what he had in store for her tonight, though she was grateful she’d booked a few days off of work, at her mother’s insistence. With Anthony King anything was possible.

  * * *

  Upon returning to her own, tiny one-bedroom apartment, Gabriella went immediately to the kitchen and found a long white box sitting on the middle of the table waiting for her. The thought of how it got there only flashed through her mind, the answer quickly following suit; their parents had given Anthony their spare key to her place.