Reignite (Curvy Seduction Saga Book 3)

by Aidy Award

  Reignite

  Curvy Seduction Saga - Book Three

  Aidy Award

  Contents

  1. Come Away with Me

  2. Domination and Submission

  3. Not All Who Wander

  4. Club Love

  5. Good Ole Boys

  6. Change of Plans

  7. Today is a Gift

  8. Paperwork is not a Safeword

  9. Breakable

  10. Devils and Angels

  11. A Beautiful Thing

  12. Not Half So Happy in Heaven

  13. Till Death Do Us Part

  14. Dark Night of the Soul

  15. Try, Try Again

  16. Other Women’s Love Lives

  17. Revenge

  18. Gray’s Final Battle

  19. Serenity

  20. At Last

  A LETTER FROM THE AUTHOR

  Excerpt from Curvy Diversion

  Also by Aidy Award

  About the Author

  Copyright © 2018 by Aidy Award.

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.

  Publisher’s Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.

  Book Layout ©2017 BookDesignTemplates.com

  Cover design by Emcat and Butterfly Designs

  Parts of this book were previously published as Curvy Seduction: Bliss and Curvy Seduction: Explosion.

  Excerpts from Annabel Lee by Edgar Allen Poe, 1849, Public Domain

  Reignite/ Aidy Award. -- 1st ed.

  ASIN B07GRJL1HT

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  For Gray, the best book boyfriend I have written (yet)

  A wise woman once said, “Fuck this shit.”

  And she lived happily ever after.

  ―Some hilarious person on the Internet

  Come Away with Me

  Finally.

  I had Gray in my bed.

  Finally.

  I had him back in my life.

  Forever.

  I had Gray in my heart. Now, I was in his too.

  For the first time since I’d met Grayson Baker in my father’s office all those years ago, he was truly mine.

  This was not the way I thought we’d get to our happily ever after. We’d both put this relationship through one hell of a circus trying to find out way to each other. I could hardly wait for the rest of our lives to get started.

  I wanted to call this our happily ever after.

  We weren’t quite there yet.

  That old familiar shield, Gray’s wall of steel that he thought protected me from him had gone back up. Even as he held me in his arms and stroked my hair, the silence felt like the eye of a category five tornado.

  Or the deafening quiet of ringing ears after an explosion.

  The kind of bomb like that he’d killed someone.

  Gray said those words.

  “Once upon a time, in a far off land, where evil thrives in the hot desert… I killed Foster Bennett.”

  Then he’d completely shut down on the subject of Foster.

  “I don’t understand. How—” This was the third time I’d tried to get him to tell me what happened. I mean, obviously he didn’t kill Foster Bennett as he’d just confessed to me.

  The man was alive and kicking up a shitstorm. Or had been just a few hours ago.

  But Gray hadn’t said he’d just killed him. He implied it had been a long time ago, somewhere far away. None of that made sense.

  “I’m not talking about this with you anymore. I’ve already said too much. More will hurt you.”

  “But Foster is—”

  Gray silenced me by pressing his lips to mine. He licked my lips, asking for entrance, asking me to let him get away with this distraction.

  I couldn’t say no to his passion. Not after he’d denied it to me for so long. I’d play his game.

  And one of my own at the same time. I’d had success torturing him with pleasure to get information out of him before. Tying him to the bed and teasing it out of him by riding him like a curvy cowgirl sounded good to me.

  I grabbed one of his wrists and tried to push it over his head. I was sure I had a scarf or something that would work to restrain him. Not like that had worked the last time.

  “Angel. That’s not going to work. I’m not saying anything else, and the only one getting tied to the headboard and their brains fucked out is you.”

  I blinked at him all innocent like. “You don’t know that’s what I was doing. Maybe I simply wanted to, uh, feel your muscles. You never let me do stuff like that you know.”

  I gave his bicep a squeeze to demonstrate my totally false intentions.

  Gray looked me in the eye and there was a new vulnerability in his gaze. Not an uncomfortable one, but the kind you only let a loved one see. “I know you, love. I know every inch of you. Your body and your brain. You can’t trick me any more than I can you. Not ever again.”

  Aww. That made me go all soft and gushy for him. I guess if he needed more time to open up about what had happened between him and dead Foster walking, I’d give that to him.

  He deserved that much from me. “Okay.”

  “That’s my girl. Now come here and let me show you some of my other kinks.”

  Oh. Yeah.

  I ended up getting my ass spanked and my brains fucked out as promised.

  No complaints there. I loved every minute of that.

  Even better than that, I got to spend the night in Gray’s arms.

  The morning sun was shining in my window and splashed right through my eyelids forcing me awake way too early. Gray slept beside me, a little worry wrinkle right between his eyebrows.

  He lay on his back and I could see his morning hard-on poking up through the sheet. I reached underneath and found one of my favorite parts of his anatomy and slowly, softly stroked my nails across his cock.

  “Mmm, babe, that feels amazing.” He spoke but left his eyes closed, still half-asleep.

  I stroked up, then down, staying silent, wanting to keep him relaxed. He grew larger and harder under my touch.

  “Tell me your secrets, Grayson.”

  He placed his hand over mine guiding my fist. “I already have.”

  He moved his hand up and down, using mine to stroke over his shaft. I squeezed tighter and asked again. “Tell me more. I want to know all of you, even the deepest darkest parts.”

  He still didn’t open his eyes but thrust his hips forward to increase the speed of our hands over his cock. “No you don’t, my love. Those parts of me would scare you away.”

  Esas son mamadas. I thought we were past this. I could only continue to reassure him. “No, they wouldn’t. Open yourself to me, Gray.”

  Before I could say another word, Gray flipped me on my back, pushed my hands over my head, spread my knees, and thrust into me. He filled me so completely. My pussy pulsed around him wanting more. Always more, if it were Gray.

  He kissed me softly and pressed himself deeper. “I’ve got this fragile hold on you, Angel.”

  He pulled out and thrust back in. His gaze held mine, searching my eyes for that hold he had on me. “For some reaso
n you’ve let me back into your life and I don’t want to lose you again.”

  His cock slid in and out, hitting all the right places, driving my body up and up. But it was his words and the determination to connect that had me rapt.

  “I can’t ever let you go again.” He thrust harder and deeper. “If I allow you into those dark places, you’ll run from me.”

  I stretched my hips up to meet his, matching his rhythm, needing to be in sync with him. “Never, querida. Give yourself to me, as I have to you. I’ll never let you go.”

  He lay his head down into the crook of my neck, pressing his lips to my pulse and whispered. “I want to. God, how I want to.”

  He picked up his pace, pistoning into me, breathing as fast and hard as I was. I clenched around him, wanting to keep him close, wanting to show him we were one. “I need you Gray. I need you, only you.”

  I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding him tight, I wrapped my legs around his waist, opening myself even more to him.

  “Jesus, I need you too. I love you, Angelina, I love you.” His thrusts lost their rhythm. “You’re so fucking perfect. God, tell me you’re close. Fuck, fuck, I’m sorry, Angel. I’m coming.”

  He didn’t need to apologize. I was right there with him, his words more than his body sending me over the edge. I cried out his name and let the orgasm take over my body. “Gray, oh Gray, I love you.”

  We lay together, breathing, floating in the bliss of each other, neither of us moving or wanting to let this moment end.

  He shifted to pull out of me and I whimpered and kept my legs wrapped around him, not letting him go anywhere. “Not yet. Stay.”

  He might have said he loved me and had demonstrated it quite thoroughly, but I still wasn’t used to him being here, being with me. I needed that last bit of reassurance that his body connected with mine could give me.

  “Always.” He nuzzled my neck, still breathing hard.

  I loved the weight of him on top of me, the fullness of having him inside of me, the pleasure of knowing he was in love with me.

  We didn’t move except for the beating of our hearts and our synced breathing. I never wanted this moment with him to end.

  A few moments later, he raised his head and kissed me, finally pulling out and rolling us both over and tucking me into his side. I cradled my head on his chest, feeling more sated than ever in my life.

  I felt Gray’s chest rise beneath my head. He took a breath, but not a normal one. He was perfectly silent until the words poured out.

  “Foster and I came up through boot camp together. We were always number one and two in everything, swapping back and forth for that top position.”

  I didn’t move, didn’t say a word. I didn’t want to break the spell. Could hardly believe he was going to tell me. I waited not so patiently to hear more.

  “I should have seen then that our competitiveness was dangerous, but I thought it was what made us both great. We pushed each other to be better, to be the best we could.”

  I placed one hand over his heart, willing him to understand I was here to listen to whatever he had to tell. He wrapped his hand over mine and continued.

  “We were both recruited to Ranger school, and later Delta. We served mission after mission together, kicking ass and saving lives.” He didn’t sound proud or even reminiscent. There was a cold, detached tone to his voice.

  “What went wrong?” Damn, I didn’t mean to interrupt him, but I couldn’t take the suspense. I wanted to crawl inside his head and find out all the secrets he’d kept from me. I hadn’t even known he was in Delta Force, only that he had a military background and could fly, drive, or sail anything under the sun or moon.

  His military experience was part of why my father had picked him to be my bodyguard in the first place. Man, didn’t that feel like too many lifetimes ago.

  “We were on a mission. Some dumb Spooks had fucked up an arms exchange. They were supposed to get a US Ambassador’s daughter who’d been kidnapped by extremists. My team went in to recover.”

  “Oh my god,” I whispered.

  Had I been telling this story my hands and arms would be flying to emphasize points, lots of details, scenery, and way more inflection and whispers. Gray had none of that. His words were lifeless.

  “I didn’t find out until we were deep into the shit that Foster had been screwing the woman, the hostage.” His words slowed and came out more carefully. “I never would have brought him on the team if I’d known.”

  I was starting to get where Gray’s control and guilt issues were coming from. “That wasn’t your fault.”

  “No. It wasn’t.” He said that very matter of fact. “But it pissed me off and I let that get in the way of the mission.”

  Gray’s breathing was shallower. I didn’t want to push him and let him stay silent as long as he needed. I snuggled into him, wanting to be as close and comforting as I could, because this story was about to go from bad to seriously fucked up. I just knew it.

  After a few minutes Gray’s breath slowed again and he cleared his throat.

  “We found the Spooks pinned down in the middle of a firefight with the insurgents. We had radio comms and found out Serena was injured. Foster went ballistic. He wanted to charge in there, guns blazing to get her, breaking all our protocols. He would have gotten us all killed and fubared the mission.” He squeezed my hand tighter.

  I glanced up at his face. His eyes were squeezed shut. His heart was racing, I could feel every heartbeat through his chest. I didn’t know what else to do to comfort him. I couldn’t even imagine what Gray felt inside.

  I, on the other hand, had to keep it under control even though I was completely collapsing inside.

  “I told Foster he had to stay in our lookout position while two other guys and I went in after Serena and the spooks. He flipped his shit.”

  Gray swallowed and took several breaths.

  “He tried to attack me and had to be restrained. The firefight was picking up in intensity and it was now or never to save those people. So, I left one other team member behind with Foster and went in.” Gray closed his eyes and swallowed.

  Something really bad was coming.

  “We were sneaking our way back behind the building with Serena and two of the Spooks while the others stayed and gave us cover, when we were ambushed.”

  Oh no. Madre de Dios.

  “Three insurgents dropped down from a pile of fucking rubble and opened fire. We shot two before they could do any harm, but the third shot one of my men in the face and grabbed Serena.”

  That poor girl. Poor Gray. It wasn’t pity I felt for him. I wished with all my heart that something like this hadn’t changed the path of his entire life.

  “That’s when I heard the most unholy gut-wrenching scream and what I thought was another insurgent jumped from behind the rubble, charging like a demon from hell, shooting at Serena.”

  God, could this get any worse?

  “He was covered in robes and a hood, so we couldn’t see his face, only the Beretta he was pointing at Serena. I reacted, opened fire, and shot to kill.”

  Yeah, it could get a lot worse.

  “He stumbled but kept coming, so I shot again and again. He was obviously wearing a bullet-proof armor and hopped up on adrenaline, so I shot his legs out from under him.”

  I’d figured out where this was going and I wanted to scream for Gray to stop. Stop reliving the moment. How many times had he lived through this memory? It broke my heart to shreds.

  I swallowed my own fears and let him continue. If he wanted me to hear this agony, I would. I’d asked him to bare his soul to me, tell me his secrets. I certainly wasn’t going to say kidding. I don’t like this story, shut up.

  Even while the tinny taste of anxiety bubbled up from my stomach to my mouth, I listened and loved.

  “He shot again, but at the man holding Serena and then fell to the ground not six inches in front of me. I didn’t understand what I had done, until Serena scre
amed his name and ran to him. How she knew it was Foster, I don’t know. I didn’t realize until she pulled the hood off and saw that I’d shot my own best friend.” Sheer agony threaded through each of his words.

  I couldn’t hold back any longer. Enough. I sat up and pressed a half dozen kisses to his forehead, eyelids and lips. “But you didn’t know, and he couldn’t have died, because he was here last night.”

  “He did die. For three minutes and seventeen seconds. The medevac guys brought him back. He died again at the hospital during surgery, and they brought him back a second time. Everyone said it was a miracle he lived at all.”

  I stroked his hair. “I’m so sorry that happened to you.”

  He grabbed my hand stopping me from giving any more comfort. “To me? Foster’s the one who died and lost the use of his legs.”

  Umm, what? “But he…” Come to think of it, I’d never seen Foster anywhere but sitting. He drew people to him, around him, but he’d always been sitting. “Is he paralyzed?”

  “We thought he would be. He’s got titanium implants and years of physical therapy I forced him to attend. I wouldn’t allow him to be paralyzed.”

  Oh, Gray. He had this mountain of guilt he was buried under and had tried so hard to dig himself out. Foster couldn’t have been a grateful friend.

  “And the woman, Serena, wasn’t she there to help shoulder some of the burden?”

  A dark thunderous cloud, like the kind that makes class five tornadoes, crossed Gray’s eyes. “I don’t want to, and won’t talk about Serena.”

  “Okay.” So she would be a story for another day, after he released this burden. “But what happened in between then and now? I don’t really understand how we got to this point.”