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

by Selena Kitt

  He opened his brown leather wallet with an eagle embossed on it, and rummaged through the contents. "Most men usually take with them a memento from home. A way of reminding them what they're fighting for and giving them hope of what they’re going to come back to."

  Gabriella grinned, and pretended to peek over his shoulder and into the wallet. "Let me guess, a picture of Ashley Vaughn in there?" she teased, giving his shoulder a playful nudge.

  Giving her the dimpled grin that made her pulse race he shook his head. "Nah." Grabbing onto a picture, he pulled it out and handed it to her.

  Gabriella's mouth dropped as she peered upon the photo. She was truly shocked. "Wow. Anthony... This is me?" She looked down at the photo of her that Anthony had taken on a family camping trip, when she was seventeen – him eighteen. She was reclined against a tree and looking out onto the lake, not realizing he was even there taking the picture. Neither one of them had wanted to go but their parents had insisted. It was the one weekend in their entire time living together as siblings that they'd gotten along.

  "Do you remember that weekend?"

  Gabriella felt tears welling up in her eyes. She sniffed and batted them away with the back of her hand. "Yeah. It was fun." She raised her eyes to meet his. "But why me? Why carry this with you?'' The pieces were beginning to fall into place for her, but she wanted to hear it from him. She needed to.

  He turned to face her and stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. "Because I love you, Gabby. I tried so hard to deny the feelings. That night you came into my room before I left. Shit, for a brief moment I was going to tell you. And then…"

  “And then…” she parroted. "But... I...." Oh, God it was so confusing. She frowned. What exactly did he mean? He couldn't possibly... Could he? "Well, of course you do, we're family." She didn’t want to jump to conclusions and attempted to shrug it off, but his eyes told her that wasn't what he meant.

  "I didn't chase off those guys in high school because I wanted to make your life miserable, Gabby. I did it because I couldn't handle the thought of any of them touching you. I couldn't bear it. And I knew I couldn't tell you, I almost did that night. God, Dad would have fucking killed me. It was killing me, Gabby."

  "So you joined the Marines..."

  He shrugged. "Yeah. I needed to get away. I needed you out of my head. My feelings for you were wrong and I knew it, but I just..."

  He slipped his hand to the back of her head and she sighed softly, covering his hand with her own. Closing her eyes, she turned her face and kissed his palm. Opening her eyes back up, she could see the anguish in those stormy grey eyes. It tore at her heart.

  "You should have told me, Tony. We could have worked it out, had I known..."

  He gave her a look that said “get serious,” which caused a soft smile to touch her lips. "Seeing you and knowing I couldn't have you. Knowing one day I wouldn't be able to stop some asshole from having you. It was too much. But I'm in love with you. The years haven't changed that for me, Gabby, they've only made me want you more."

  Placing the picture next to his wallet on the small glass coffee table, she straddled his lap. She touched the side of his face, beginning to show signs of a shadow. She loved this man. She always had. Even while she hated him, she loved him. The surreal part was that he loved her back, and all this time he'd wanted her as much as she had wanted him.

  "I love you too, Tony."

  "My God, Gabby." Slipping a hand behind her head and threading his fingers into her hair he forced her lips down to his, kissing her with a passion she'd never known existed until that moment. It lit up her entire body. Love, joy, lust, need. So many emotions were rushing through her as their tongue duelled together, she could barely control herself.

  "Lift your arms over your head Gabby," he ordered, pulling his mouth from hers and grasping the hem of her camisole while leaving her breathless. "Since we didn't get to the best part of prom night last night I think we need to get on it right away."

  Grinning, she raised her arms and he slowly peeled the tight sheer pink garment up over her stomach. His eyes lit up at the sight of each inch of her body as it became revealed to him. He inched his way up further, revealing her generous breasts and then up and over her head, tossing it to the floor.

  He palmed her breasts in his large hands, pinching the nipples. Her heart rate accelerated. His breath hitched as she moved on his lap, grinding her pelvis against his growing cock. Her sheer lace panties became wet with her growing need.

  Anthony took her first nipple into his mouth and tugged at it with his teeth. Gabriella cried out as a sharp rush of pleasure and pain ran down her spine and she gripped tight to his shoulders, her fingernails digging into the hard muscle.

  His mouth travelled over to the other nipple, swirling his tongue around the tightening nub and then taking it into his mouth. Her pussy was aching, her body moving and grinding onto his, needing release.

  "Too much clothing," she gasped. Her thin panties and his boxers needed to go – immediately. She slid from his lap and stood before him, loving the way his eyes wandered hungrily over her naked body. Quickly sliding her panties over her hips, she leaned over him and tugged his down as well, unveiling his beautiful, thick cock standing ready and proud. Kneeling between his spread legs, Gabriella kept her eyes locked to his as she grasped his dick in her hands and began stroking him, from the base to tip.

  "Damn, Gabby." His body tensed and he groaned softly.

  Feeling empowered that such a strong, gorgeous man was aching with need for her, she lowered her lips to the tip. Her tongue lashed out and swiped the cum beginning to form at the tip.

  "Take it all Gabby," he groaned, cupping the back of her head in his hands and urging her mouth lower on him.

  "Not yet." She grinned wickedly at him and she was thrilled to see the look of anguish in his eyes. Her tongue circled the head, flicking at the tip and then running up and down the underside of his shaft.

  Anthony groaned once more and his hips began to move, thrusting up, begging her to end his torture and take him into her mouth. "Ah, Gabby." His fingers tightened in her hair and his body tensed, every beautiful muscle taut and ready.

  Once done with her teasing she ended his torture, taking him fully into her mouth. His loud groan of relief fuelled the fire between her legs as she began to move up and down on him, sucking and licking the shaft with each movement. Gabriella slipped a hand between her legs, parted her pussy lips and began to stroke herself, her hand moving in time with her rhythm on his cock.

  She was coming close, the shivers running through her increasing by the second, taking her to the edge of bliss when his hands left her hair and he grabbed her shoulders. Frowning, she lifted her eyes and caught his.

  "Ride my cock Gabby, I want to see your face when you come," he ordered, his tone gruff, but strained.

  Reluctantly she released his dick and slid onto him, straddling his lap. She was so wet, he easily slid into her, stretching her wanton core.

  "Ride me hard, sweetie." He gripped her hips and thrust up into her, spurring her into action.

  Leaning back on him, her hands braced on his knees behind her, her back arched and her eyes locked to his she began to move on him. She rotated her hips in a circular motion while moving up and down on him. The head of his massive cock stroked her inner wall, and with each rotation she found herself whimpering as a spasm of pleasure would rush through her.

  "Stay with me."

  She nodded, her breasts jiggling as she continued to grind against him. She saw the fire in his eyes, burning hotter than she had ever seen before. She was coming closer to her climax. The closer she came, the faster her movements on his cock became, until everything seemed to spin out of control and she gave in to the sweet surrender of his massive cock.

  "Oh my God! So good, Tony!" she cried out as she felt her body preparing to explode. Seconds away. Harder, faster. Her fingers gripped tight to his legs as with one final thrust against him, slamming do
wn onto his lap and driving his cock as far into herself as possible, she exploded.

  "Oh fuck baby, that's good!" Anthony groaned.

  She was still basking in the aftermath of her mind-blowing orgasm when Anthony shifted their position, taking care not to become separated from her, and laid her onto her back on the sofa. The next thing she knew, he had her legs slipped over his shoulders and he was taking her, hard, fast and deeper than she'd ever felt anyone.

  He slammed into her over and over, his balls slapping her ass with each downward thrust. "Oh yes Tony, yes, yes, yes!"

  She gripped tightly to his arms, and watched as his cock disappeared and reappeared from within her. The view was amazingly erotic and so consuming, seeing their union and then feeling the pleasure that came with it.

  "Fuck, I love watching myself fuck you, Gabby," he grunted between clenched teeth.

  She bit her lower lip as she felt his cock thicken and felt his balls harden against her ass. He was close and she needed him to come almost as much as she needed to feel the rush of coming a second time that morning.

  "I'm going to come again!" She closed her eyes, letting the sensations rush over her.

  "Open your eyes."

  Her lids fluttered open and she caught his gaze once more. The electricity between them was so intense it was leaving her breathless. If she hadn't been in the middle of another loud moan she would have grinned at his bossiness. With a loud groan a rush of his cum came spewing from him, beating against the walls of her pussy.

  "So good!" The words hadn't left her lips when her body began to tremble. Her stomach clenched and then her pussy erupted, coating every inch of his cock with her sweet nectar. Her juices quickly filled her, mixing with his semen.

  As he pulled out from her, a few smaller spurts of cum dripped from him and coated her mound. On impulse she swiped a bit of it up with her index finger and brought her finger to her mouth. Anthony watched, transfixed, as she sucked his cum from her finger. The dark feral look he gave her at the simple action gave her sweet satisfaction.

  "Holy fuck Gabby, what you do to me..." He lowered her legs from his shoulders and sat back on the sofa. Grabbing her hands in his he pulled her on top of him.

  She crossed her arms over his chest, set her chin upon her arms and smiled up at him. "What exactly did I do to you, Sir?" she teased, placing a kiss on his chest.

  "You make me want to settle down. Here. For good. You make me want to be the man you deserve, Gabby." He touched her cheek and traced her lower lip with his thumb. "You make me want to be a better man."

  Covering his hand with hers, she turned her head and kissed his palm. "You're what I want just the way that you are, Tony. You're my hero, you always have been."

  The love and affection, and the relief was so evident in his expression that it warmed her heart, but she also saw apprehension. "I'm no hero, Gabby. I–"

  She silenced him with a kiss, a light sweet kiss that could not be mistaken for anything other than a kiss of a woman madly in love. "I love you, Anthony King. Scars and all."

  Gabriella then realized that he was her everything, scars and all. He was her stepbrother, her hero and now her lover. And she wouldn't have it any other way.

  The End

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  Kat

  “Okay, baby Jax, mama is gonna go out for a little bit. You’re gonna stay here and play with Gina,” I cooed over the side of my son’s crib. He blinked up at me and offered a gummy smile, showcasing his single tooth that had broken through on the bottom only about a week before. I smiled down at him, my heart tugging, hating that I was about to leave him. I turned to look over my shoulder and saw Gina, the twenty-two-year-old nanny my husband and I had hired a few months back to watch baby Jax. She’d only worked a handful of hours a week, long enough to let me do the grocery shopping, run errands, and occasionally—if I was lucky—attempt to catch up on sleep.

  “It’ll be okay, Mrs. Martin,” Gina reassured, as if sensing my apprehension to leave. I wondered if all new moms felt this way. When Jax was a newborn, I’d assumed the separation anxiety would fade over time, but in some ways, it was worse now that he was nearing his first birthday. Every day he learned something new, and he seemed to grow every time he took a nap. I hated missing out on any of it. But today, I had to get out of the house. It was for the greater good of the family—Jax’s future.

  I straightened and waved my fingers down at Jax. “Bye-bye, baby.”

  Gina swooped in, pressing a warm bottle into his chubby little hands, and he didn’t even notice as I slipped out the door of his nursery. It was a system we’d developed to make sure he didn’t have a full on melt down every time I left the house. I glanced back once at the softly lit nursery and heard Gina begin to hum his favorite song. I exhaled sadly, wishing it was me singing to him—but I’d only be gone for a little while so I continued down the hall, trying to will away the guilt of leaving him home for a few hours.

  I stopped at the end of the hall before going down the stairs. I checked my reflection in the hallway mirror. The dress I’d picked out was cut shorter than I usually dared, and although I was wearing a short sleeved sweater, underneath it was a very low neckline which highlighted my cleavage that was hoisted to high heaven thanks to my best push up bra. My long, chestnut colored hair was teased into a sassy, layered look, and my makeup was flawless, accentuating my almond-shaped green eyes, and tanned complexion. I smiled, spinning to check out the look from the back. I was dressed to kill, that’s for sure. I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d gotten all glammed up. Months ago, maybe longer…

  Geeze, Kat, no wonder he’s not paying any attention to you, I scolded myself.

  Prior to baby Jax’s birth, my husband, Mitch hadn’t been able to keep his hands off of me. We’d married young—right out of college, and people had warned us that there was no way it would last, but four years in, he still acted like a newlywed on his honeymoon.

  However, after Jax’s birth, things had changed dramatically in our marriage. Mitch had been working longer hours and often came home completely exhausted or distracted. I knew adding a baby would put additional financial strain on us, but as far as I could tell, everything had been going well. He hadn’t expressed any concern over the state of our bank accounts, and his own spending habits certainly hadn’t slowed. In fact, a few weeks after Jax turned six months, he’d surprised me by pulling into the driveway in a brand new Lexus crossover.

  Regardless of the picture of security, Mitch was drifting further and further away by the minute. In the beginning, I’d been too tired to really notice, and by the time I realized there was a problem—it seemed awkward to bring it up in conversation. I’d never liked instigating important relationship conversations—Mitch hated them—so it was easier to just muddle through and wait for things to blow over and get back to normal.

  However, as we neared Jax’s first birthday, I couldn’t remember the last time Mitch and I had spent enough time together to have a conversation that didn’t revolve around the merits of different car seats, family Christmas photos, or meal plans for the week—let alone do anything other than talk.

  Our bed had been cold for way too long—but that was about to change.

  I completed my appraisal and hurried down the stairs, and out to the car, before my nerves could take hold of me. I’d never gone down to Mitch’s office unannounced, and I definitely had
n’t gone to his office with the intention to share an afternoon drink and get a little frisky in his office while his secretary was out to lunch. I shivered slightly as I got into the driver’s seat, and took a deep breath to still my nerves.

  Why am I freaking out about this? I asked myself. You’ve slept with Mitch a million times. Why would this be any different? Because it’s in his office? No, that will make it exciting and fun. Something he’ll never forget…

  I laughed at myself and pulled out onto the street, flicking one final gaze towards Jax’s window before driving away.