In His Sights (Don't Tell) (10 page)

Authors: Rie Warren

BOOK: In His Sights (Don't Tell)

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I wasn’t far behind him, catching up as he surfaced from a clean dive. I tackled him in the surf and wrapped my legs around him to bring him crashing down. We wrestled in the water, splashing and razzing one another. There was always the brush of lips and the glide of wet, muscled skin. When we stood up together, midriff deep, humor and playfulness dripped away like the water from our flesh.

Our bodies collided and then our mouths. Tongues thrust and tasted, hands searched and discovered. His hair felt like a thousand wet lashes against my skin after I tugged the leather band loose so I could dig my fingers in. Tough, rough, ready, there was nothing gentle about this.

“Out, now.” I pulled him with me, wading to the shore.

I opened my pack, found the blanket, spread it out. It was the same as every other regulation Corps blanket we’d ever had sex on. I stood in front of him in the center of the rough wool, cupping his face, sinking my tongue in and out of his hot, needy mouth.

“Romantic.” His palm skimmed up my side as he looked down at the blanket, probably remembering, as I was, every time we’d been together.

“Horny, man.” I pushed against him, our erections throbbing together.

His mouth fell to my throat as he licked the salt off the corded muscles. “That’s why I tried to take the edge off last night.”

“I can’t wait.” I fell to my hands and knees, combusting with need.

“I won’t make you wait, just—” He sank behind me, one hand around my cock, the other spreading my ass. Then his tongue snaked out and slipped inside me.

I tried to stay quiet because his noises ratcheted my arousal about another thousand degrees—hums, and moans, and murmurs of pleasure. In the end, I gave up. Shivering, yelling, I humped back on that mouth wetting me, opening me.

I heard the pop of the lube bottle when he released me from the ride of his tongue, followed by slick sounds of him coating his cock with the liquid. Hawke covered my back with his body as the sun beat down on us. I held us up, my shoulders straining. His fingers gently speared me at first until he started a relentless banging in my hole that pegged my prostate and made me howl. Finally pressing inside, he only allowed a little of his rigid length to enter at a time as I clawed beneath me.

“More,” I rasped.

My groan was loud when I felt his length pump totally inside, his balls brushing my taint, his cock pulsing within me. He stroked in and out of me, keeping the pace slow and sultry now that we didn’t have to worry about traps or time or trying to stay alive.

“Please, baby.” I needed more.

“Faster?” He snapped his hips.

My fingers dug into the blanket, hilling the sand beneath. I nodded frantically and looked back at him. Clasping my waist, he rose up. The sunlight worshipped his skin, sweat trickled down his chest, his face was flushed.

“Harder?” He pulled all the way out, waiting at my entrance while he drizzled another line of lube down my ass and along his cock. “I didn’t hear you. Do you want it harder?”

“Yes, damn you!”

Slamming into me, he stayed upright, his head thrown back.

I punched up to my fists and arched my back, lifting my ass to meet each furious thrust that hit me just right. His fingers curled around my cock and my balls drew tight. Absolute heat sizzled up my straining shaft as it swelled within his fist. My body locked on him, clenching in paroxysms as I came so hard and fast I fell forward.

I felt him blast inside of me, shouting my name so it was heard above the surf, above the pounding rush of blood in my ears. Hawke folded on top of me, his muscles quivering like mine, his heart racing like mine.

He trailed kisses over my shoulder and clasped my hands. “Don’t think I can move.”

Turning my face to find his lips, I guided him into a slow and perfect kiss. “Don’t want you to. This way it’s your ass that’s gonna get sunburned.”

* * * *

During the intervening month, I did try my hand at fishing, which was wet and smelly, as well as farming—hot and smelly—providing hours of amusement for Hawke, who was naturally fucking brilliant at everything. In the end I decided I was more suited to what I’d been trained in, and that was war. News came of the CO’s defeat in Alpha. Victory was sweet but it would be short-lived. There were fifteen other Territories from which to oust the regime. We would head to Beta Territory where the Revolution was said to be heating up. This time with one major difference; I would fight on Hawke’s side, by his side.

We lay together on the bed inside the caravan, having discussed our plans and upcoming travels.

“Do you know how many times we could’ve died?” My hand tightened on his biceps before I made myself relax and stroke down to his wrist where soft blond hairs glinted.

“
Shh
. We didn’t. It’s over.”

It’s over for now.
“I’ll never forgive myself for letting my people take you. I’ll always regret the days and nights we fought alone, on opposite sides, instead of beside each other, together…”

“I forgive you. That should be enough.” His fingers reached below my chin to tip my face up.

I peered into his changeable eyes. “Really,” I said drily, a grin beginning to form.

“I am the most important person in your life, so yeah, I think so.” He smirked, laughter building.

I tackled him beneath me. “Just for that, I’m on top tonight.”

“But I thought you felt all guilty and shit.”

“I’m over it.”

Hawke overpowered me and held me down on the bed, his entire naked body bearing me down.

I tested his weight briefly, pretending I wanted to buck him off. “What do you think you’re doing?” I could break his hold if I wanted to. Not surprisingly, I had no intentions of doing so.

“Just because you wanna top me doesn’t mean you have to be
on top
of me.”

Well, shit, that perked my interest. Even more when he dived down to hungrily suck my cock. His cheeks hollowed as he found the most insane rhythm of swallowing me down and swirling back up.

I watched him with a helpless groan. When I was good and ready to blow, he moved up to straddle my face so I could have him, too. Hawke’s hand skimmed across my hair to the back of my neck. He caressed behind my ears and slowly lowered his hard cock into my mouth. I loved him in there, filling me with his taste and heat. Firm and thick, he thrust with a swivel to his hips, his balls slapping my chin.

Leaving my mouth, he swooped for a kiss, swiping some of his moisture from my lips. His eyes were heavy and warm silver. His grin was fast and naughty when he sat back on my thighs and raised his knees. With fingers slicked with lube, he prepared his ass for me, impaling himself on two, then three digits.

My eyes went dry with the amount of staring I did. My mouth watered with want at the unbelievably sexy sight of him gyrating and groaning. He lubed my cock with his free hand, making every muscle in my body flex into rigid relief.

He threw the lube aside and kneeled over me. “Now I’m gonna ride your cock and listen to you scream my name.”

Spreading himself above me, he guided my shaft inside, moaning when I penetrated the tight ring. My toes curled. Thick slick desire pulled me apart, pulled me deeper into him. Hawke lifted off to start again, teasing me. Finally his ass pressed against my groin and I was fully hilted. Completely connected, he rolled his lean hips while I moaned heedlessly. He encased me in a velvet hot tunnel, undulating on me, wantonly using my cock and my body. My thumbs dug into the grooves of his muscled pelvis. Unfettered pleasure combined with the frustrating need to thrust, but Hawke held me still, throbbing around me.

His teasing didn’t last long. He linked our hands together beside me on the bed. Hawke lowered himself on top of me and found my mouth with his. When he released me, my arms tightened around him, his curling under me. The slow rocking motion of our two bodies echoed the undying beat of the sea. The words we murmured were almost as quiet as the looks we shared while we made love. They spoke of all the fears we’d outrun, all the love we’d found. Our bodies entangled through each deep thrust between us, inseparable as our hearts.

The rush hit me like a slow wave rolling along my body. I kissed him with gasping breaths as we came together. “I love you, Hawke.”

Afterward, we held one another in the warm bed—our first one—in a room that felt permanent with my few belongings comingled with his. Even if we were leaving to fight in the Revolution, we’d return home when it was over.

Hawke’s breath ruffled against my chest. “You didn’t scream my name.”

I lifted my head to look down at him. “I said I love you instead.”

“
Hmm
.” He started to grin.

“
Hmm
? You’re insufferable.”

“And you love me.” He propped up on an elbow beside me.

I rolled my eyes. “And I love you.”

“You ready for tomorrow?”

“It can’t come fast enough.” I played with the red thread tied around my finger. It was just a twist of fabric, faded and unraveling now.

“You sure?” His fingers plucked at the string.

“Hey, leave my pretty ring alone, you’re going to make it fall apart.” I yanked my hand away. I hadn’t taken it off since we left Alpha. Even there, I’d kept it tucked in the pocket against my heart.

“Maybe I have something better.” The seriousness of his gaze was unwavering.

“Aren’t you supposed to wait until tomorrow?” My voice dipped deep, my throat tightening to stave off tears.

“I’m impatient. I want you to wear it now before it burns a hole in my pocket.”

My heart swelled as I sat up in front of him. Every part of me trembled, even my voice. “You’re not wearing any pockets.”

“Smartass.” He swiped his fingertips beneath my eyes and made a pass at his own too.

Opening the drawer of the stand beside the bed, he pulled something out, hidden inside his palm. When he showed me the ring, he touched my lips, my jaw. “I love you, Mayce.”

“Yes,” I murmured.

Both our hands shook but our gazes never parted as he slipped the silver band home to rest above the red string. Tonight I accepted his ring, and with it I gave him my whole heart, my entire being.

Tomorrow would be my turn, when we became husbands.

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

Many thanks go to my Forever Yours editor, Latoya Smith, who encouraged me to write this sideline look into the Don’t Tell world. I couldn’t do this without my beta and editor for all my projects, Gillian Littlehale of Gilly Wright’s Red Pen,
http://www.facebook.com/GillyWrightsRedPen
.

Kudos to HK Savage, Christine Cox, and Lisa Pinney for stepping in as last minute critique partners. Thanks to all the readers, friends, and fans; your support is invaluable! Last, all my love to my family starting with my folks as well as my husband and daughters who cheer me on…even when I burn dinner, which happens often.

DON
’
T
TELL
SERIES

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Commander Caspar Cannon has a stellar military reputation—and a life-threatening secret. When a revolution rips through the territories, Cannon is ordered to escort Company executive Nathaniel Rice to a secure location. For months, the commander has harbored illicit desire for Rice, knowing he cannot act on his attraction. Privileged, polished, and groomed to one day take over the Company, Rice is drawn to the rugged, military man. Yet Rice has his own mysterious agenda, and he knows their love can be as dangerous as the wasteland they must traverse.

Now leaving the besieged city behind, the two men embark on a journey that becomes a minefield of sabotage, betrayal—and forbidden passion. But when danger catches up to them, can Cannon trust the secretive man who holds his heart—and his fate?

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The year is 2071 and all hell has broken loose. As the government tries to control the territories that were once the United States, an armed rebellion erupts…

AWOL from her military post, Lieutenant Liz Grant will do anything for the rebels she now calls friends. Her latest mission: return to the Beta Corps army and obtain classified information that could turn the battle in the revolutionaries’ favor. There’s only one problem: Commander Linc Cutler.

Strong, coldly handsome, and always in control, Linc is perplexed by the beautiful soldier brought in for questioning. He doesn’t know if he believes her explanation for why she went missing. He only knows his intense sexual desire for her cannot be denied.

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