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

by Selena Kitt

  Her hand moved faster then, rubbing herself and he slapped her ass again before grabbing her hips and driving into her. Her cheek was flat on the sheet, her mouth open as the dual assault of her own fingers and Trevor’ hard cock took her over. He rocked her, rocked the bed and he arched his back, wanting to see the way his prick moved in and out of the soft cunt flesh.

  He put a finger in his mouth and sucked it, tasting the leftover musky flavor of her cunt. When it was wet, he ran it down the crack of her ass and pressed the tip in the center of her anus, watching the way the crinkled hole tightened at his touch. He leaned forward and spit, dribbling saliva on her anus and then pressing it in her asshole with his finger and burying that in her rectum. Her entire body tightened at this new invasion. She arched her back, lifting her head and rocking it back as he inserted the finger deep and fucked her ass with it, still banging her pussy with his hard cock.

  When her breathing grew ragged, he told her. “I’m going to fuck your ass with my cock. I’ll fuck you until you come and then I’ll come in your ass.”

  A shudder ran through her and for a moment he thought she might come right then, but when he removed his finger from her ass, his cock from her cunt, she only gasped and stayed rigidly still, a statue about to be ass fucked, and he worked the head of his cock into the chocolate ring of her ass, feeling the constriction of her sphincter as it tried to deny him entrance. He slapped her ass again, startling her. As she cried out, his hips rammed forward. The head of his cock popped inside and he held her hips tightly and rocked back and forth, fucking deeper into her ass each time. She cried out, a short breathy cry, with each thrust and the sound of it excited him more. He was sure his dick was growing harder as he penetrated her ass.

  Her head had dropped to the mattress again and Dorothy rubbed her pussy furiously as Trevor fucked her ass. “Tight ass, sweet ass,” he moaned happily. He knew that when he came, he would come big. Suddenly she was shrieking something he couldn’t understand and pumping her ass back to meet his thrusts. Her body convulsed, squeezing his cock and then she went limp.

  Holding his cock inside her ass, he eased her down on her stomach and then began slow fucking her ass. He was certain he could feel every bump and crease in her rectum and they massaged his pole as he impaled her. Her hand was still between her legs and her fingers touched his cock as it moved back and forth. Then she cradled his balls. “Come in my fucking ass,” she moaned. “Pump your hot cum in my ass.”

  He raised up to watch his cock spreading her anus as he fucked her ass and decided it was a glorious sight. His body agreed and he felt his orgasm well up in him. He grabbed her hips and bounced on her, fucking her ass furiously again as the tide unleashed and shot out through his prick and up in the warm and welcoming asshole under him.

  “Fuck that was good,” she mumbled.

  A bit later she drifted off to sleep leaving Trevor with his thoughts. They were sad thoughts about how men came back from war damaged and they and their families were left to bear the consequences with no one to help them. Seeing the damage was tricky but it could be done.

  An old schoolyard saying came to him: “It takes one to know one.” It was hardly a scientific principle, but of such things come insights. At least once in a while.

  Then he slept. When he woke, it the morning light had just entered the bedroom. He showered found Dorothy in the kitchen making coffee. She nodded at a bagel on a plate and he sat on a stool at the counter. She had a pot of cream cheese and he spread some over the toasted bagel and ate it. It had been a long time since he’d had a bagel.

  When she put the coffee in front of him, she smiled. “I enjoyed last night.”

  “Me too.” He put a hand on her leg.

  “This will never happen again, Trevor. Once was nice, but I’m ending this before it begins.”

  “Why?”

  “I explained.”

  “I’m not your husband.”

  “No, not at all. But you aren’t who you are before you went to combat, and you haven’t tried to find out who you are now yet either. You need time. Maybe you need a woman to help you, but that won’t be me. I’ve had made fill of the Army. I don’t think Frieda will do it for you either, but that’s up to the two of you.”

  He’d been dismissed. He wanted to talk it through but she was done talking. “Okay. I think I understand.”

  She laughed. “I’m pretty sure you don’t.”

  “I guess not, but aren’t you suppose to say shit like that?”

  She kissed his cheek. “It was a very nice fuck, Trevor, and I needed it. Thank you. Now get dressed and go home.”

  He left her wondering if he might have played things differently with her. She was lonely. Did she feel guilt about not being able to help her husband. As he walked home, Trevor pictured the man, his return from combat only to be mustered out, and facing civilian life with no preparation. The system was fucked and both Dot and her husband were victims of it.

  Chapter 4

  Tina showed up at the first event on Tuesday wondering if Trevor would show. After what he’d done, kissing her, trying to use shock tactics on her, she wondered what he was trying to accomplish. Seeing him standing on the steps, talking with the hospital brass, her stomach tightened. Part of her had hoped he wouldn’t be there, that he’d just stay home and do whatever he did. Another part was relieved—she needed him to show up.

  She’d spent a rough night, not sleeping, but not really coming to any conclusions. She intended to carry out her PR plan, to make the most of this chance, but how she would handle the problem of Trevor was unresolved. And he was a problem. A big one.

  The day before, after pulling herself together, she’d gone to the office and found the boss beaming at her. Her billings were making his bottom line sweet, and the Army was talking about using the agency for other programs. Trevor was her meal ticket, her path to a glorious future.

  “Your program and the way you are implementing it let them see what we could do,” he told her.

  Your program. Were there any sweeter words?

  Her boss saw her differently now. Until her breakthrough, he’d hadn’t taken her seriously. When she’d gone with him to a trade show in Vegas, he’d hit on her, tried to make her think that would get her a promotion. It had surprised her, but she kept her cool, reminding that they were both married. That had been the end of it but it had soured him on her and she found she kept getting routine, boring jobs. But now when he looked at her she saw something new. There was a little respect, but also something that made her suspect he thought she was sleeping with Captain Foster, using her charms on him to ensure that he would raise hell if she were replaced. At first the idea offended her, but it gave way to a warm and pleasant sense of arousal. There was no doubt that being successful was an erotic experience. She could see that now, and instead of repelling her, it drew her to it. This was why people thought the risk was worth it. It wasn’t just promotion and money, but the erotic pleasure of winning.

  That she felt that way made her realize that she had already changed, had moved toward her goal. For the moment that left her straddling two worlds with different values. Her home world with Bobby rewarded consistency and steadiness. Her business world and, to an ever greater extent, the wildcard of Trevor Foster, rewarded the ability to seize the moment, to gamble (and win, of course), to go for excitement. Now it was clear that was the feeling that had made her footing seem precarious. Her conflicting universes were moving a bit further apart but if she stretched she could keep her balance. Soon, she’d have to take her foot out of one and put both firmly in the other, or risk being pulled apart.

  Only one of those worlds called to her strongly. The image of Bobby and her perfect home—the ideal, modern, upwardly mobile couple living in high-tech splendor—was becoming vague and murky. Where did that path lead, other than further along a dull and boring continuum? The world where fame and fortune came to those who gambled, and were willing to fail, where you faced do
wn, and used, animals like Trevor Foster, acquired a new luster. She believed in her own ability to thrive in it, this exciting new world of power and leverage.

  Understanding that let her see that Foster’s real attraction was his raw masculine power, his earthiness. Like the stars of her professional world, he took risks. Kissing her, letting her know he wanted her had been one. Perhaps not a big one, but he hadn’t weighed it out. The impulse struck him and he’d taken the gamble. It had been a powerful move and the memory of it made her quiver.

  She vacillated between joy in the revelations it gave her and panic at the idea that sooner or later she was going to have to make a choice. Actually, she’d have to make a series of choices; if she expected to win the game, she had to be sure they all took her in the same direction. When she’d made big choices before, like marrying Bobby, she had time to consider the angles carefully. Now there was no time for consideration at all. Things were moving fast and the choices had to be made instinctively, in the blink of an eye. As with the problem of dealing with Trevor, she had little or no experience to guide her. They would all be gambles, made by a woman who had seldom, if ever, gambled.

  At home that night, she’d stared at Bobby, seeing him with new eyes. These eyes were alert to opportunity and naturally saw things differently. These eyes offered a clarity that hadn’t been there before. She’d acquired them, as far as she could tell, by acknowledging her own hunger to succeed, and then looking at the world with that knowledge. Now she saw her ‘dynamic young lawyer’ as the conscientious, placid, steady worker bee he was. He was attractive and intelligent, and she had endowed him the dynamic quality, wanting to think of him that way, solely because of what it meant to her. Undoubtedly Bobby was a completely competent lawyer who would move up the ladder steadily, cautiously, one day making partner. The hard knot in the pit of her stomach told her that they has set up everything in their life to follow that same steady upward trajectory. Not for them the wild swings of passionate lunges off the beaten track, but a series of considered, measured steps. Not for them to argue, but disagree. Not for them a wild fuck, but to make love.

  She’d always known all that, but never articulated it. And wasn’t that steady progress exactly what she wanted?

  It had been. No longer. The glittering opportunities she saw with her new eyes flashed by brightly and she wanted to grab them and squeeze the juice out of them. She had been handed a chance to appear in the limelight; now she needed to do something grand or another would take her place and she would be forgotten.

  Trevor was the key, the tool she could use to show her ability.He was the rough and erratic raw material she had to work with. Taming him without squashing his power, learning to focus it, would lead her… somewhere magical. He was a war hero. Starting with that she could make him a sought after speaker, a celebrity. With his looks, her tutelage would make him in demand for television and in movies. She would guide him, create his career. This was her opportunity and her challenge.

  Besides her professional skills she needed ways to tie him to her. Reason would be useless. Coaxing and cajoling, flattery and seduction were the only viable tools to keep him on the path she’d set out, a path she now saw as just the beginning. It could, would, lead to grander things, and keep her close to him, close to that animal power.

  Because he was a demanding and physical man, that meant giving him some of what he wanted without letting him think he’d conquered her. That balance could be precarious and the challenge frightened her, excited her, made her unable to sleep.

  In that moment, seeing him standing on the top step, talking to the hospital brass, she understood the step she had to take. With her heart pounding, she made her choice. Bobby would… she put him out of her mind. She was leaving that world, possibly leaving Bobby, for no reason other than he couldn’t, wouldn’t want to keep up. He had no real ambition and would never understand hers. A deep breath, a vision of a brilliant future, and she accepted that decision, integrated it into herself.

  She walked up the steps with a new confidence. She shook hands and exchanged greetings with the men and women from the hospital, key members of the press corps, and with Trevor himself. As their flesh touched, as the rush of his masculine, alpha male strength, seared her, she smiled at him. She was a professional. The kind of professional woman she was, understood give and take, and she would take the upper hand and keep it. She’d locate his reins and take control of their relationship.

  Excitement built as she stood to one side watching the ceremony, thinking out her strategy. If she was simply friendly again, he’d see it as capitulation. She needed to instill the idea in his mind that they were a team, that she was essential to his rise to power. He didn’t think she had what it took, and she’d have to show him. Her body throbbed.

  When the ceremony ended, she came up to him, putting her arm through his. A sudden stab of uncertainty struck her. His nearness sent a twinge of something running through her. What was it? Desire? Madness? She didn’t know. Whatever it was, she’d suppress it, put it in the dungeon of emotions.

  That morning Bobby had wanted to make love. She’d pleaded a headache and the need to get going early. She had talked her way out of it. When they’d married she’d promised herself that she’d never put him off, but she couldn’t bear to have him touch her. Not until she saw how things were going, how her plan played out. Until she she had Trevor Foster under control, she needed to shut her emotions off completely. She’d have to find a way to keep Bobby distant too. She couldn’t function forever with one foot in each world, nor could she move back and forth between them. The operated under different rules. Bobby would be patient. Trevor would not.

  “What’s on for tomorrow?” he asked.

  She knew he was trying to upset her, letting her know that he hadn’t looked at the calendar she’d sent over. Keeping her off balance was a way of asserting himself. But she smelled opportunity. “We have a couple of things. I’ll tell you what, when this is over, I could drop by your place and go over the schedule and some ideas for the future.”

  She could tell that her answer pleased him. “I thought you were upset with me.”

  “I was. You were out of line.”

  “So?”

  “I also think we can do great things together. I’d like to explore the possibilities with you.”

  “I think that is a great idea,” he said. His expression told her that he was thinking about exploring quite different things than she had in mind. That was fine. Let him fantasize. Now she understood the direction she needed to take with him.

  Tina followed the official car driven by the prim Corporal Evans as it took Trevor back to his apartment. When the woman dropped him off, she parked in front and watched him walk into his apartment, giving herself time to gather her thoughts, get ready to face him in private. Dealing with him in public was easy; he had to behave himself in front of other people. Now that they were back in his apartment alone, returning to the place where she’d screwed things up, let him see that he rattled her, unsettled her, she had to take her game to a new level. She couldn’t let him upset her.

  The mistake she’d made the day before, letting him take control that way, so damn easily, had to be undone. She needed to soften her previous stance, give in a little while letting him know that it was her choice to do that. That any ground she gave was because she wanted it, not because he was so goddamn powerful or sexy. It was good that he wanted to fuck her—that gave her the only leverage she seemed to have, unless he was lying about not wanting to be famous. She didn’t believe it, but she accepted that he might. Once he tasted it, she was certain that fame would be her best carrot. In the meantime, well there was sex.

  She remembered the tee shirt her college roommate had that said: “The one with the pussy makes the rules.” At the time, Tina had thought it gross. Now she understood it for the first time and thought it was right. Making it to the top required seeing and using any advantages you had, and Trevor had made
it clear he wanted her, handing that one to her, giving her the edge. He would push again, and a flat refusal, acting out of pride, or some sense of allegiance to Bobby did nothing for her cause. If she intended to get ahead, a bit more pragmatism was in order and she’d have to give a little. Not entirely, though—leverage like that couldn’t be thrown away. If she let him have her...