Into The Spirit

by Marie Harte

  She smiled at the images that filled her head, the feel of his cock tunnelling deep into her ass still vivid in her mind. It’d been so long since she’d experienced that form of pleasure, the intensity of her orgasms had nearly caused her to black out. But it’d been more than just the physical pleasure. There’d been a sensuality to his touch he’d never shown her before. It made her feel more confident than ever. She smiled, and burrowed closer into him.

  “You know, Fallon. You keep rubbing me with your ass, and I might forget what a pounding its already taken tonight.”

  Fallon’s smile widened. Gil’s cock was already hardening against the small of her back and his voice was deep with lust. “Is that a threat? Or a promise?”

  Gil rolled her over in his arms covering her body with his. “Dangerous words, darling.” Then his voice softened and a different emotion crossed his expression. “Are you sore?”

  Tears pooled as he traced her jaw with his hands. He looked so sincere she thought her heart would pound out through her chest. “You could never hurt me.”

  A vein in his temple twitched as he clenched his jaw. “I already have,” he whispered, climbing off of her and walking over to the window. “I pushed you away when all you wanted to do was help me.”

  Fallon’s stomach dropped as she watched him stare out at the dreary night. She could see the pain in his reflection on the rain streaked window. It was then she realised how much leaving had hurt him too. A calm settled in her heart and she pushed herself up and walked to the other side of the window. “It’s taken me a long time to see that you didn’t leave to hurt me. I think you left because it hurt you too much to stay.” She looked down at her feet. “I never should’ve gone along that night. I knew it’d kill you inside.”

  She hadn’t realised he’d moved until she felt his hands close around her shoulders as he turned her back towards the bed. “What?” His voice was harsh and the tone in it sent shivers down her spine. “You’ve spent all this time thinking I left because of the night we shared with Charlie?”

  She nodded, unable to talk around the lump lodged in her throat.

  Gil shook her once and moved away, stalking his way back to the bed. “That night is the only memory that’s kept me sane these past six months.” He met her gaze. “The only reason I didn’t finish what those bastards started that day.”

  “But, I don’t understand. If you weren’t mad about sharing me with Charlie, then what? And why did you want to share in the first place?”

  Gil sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed, pressing his head into his hands. “It started five years before I met you.” He paused as if signalling her to sit down. She moved over, taking the chair across from him.

  “Charlie and I used to work together out of the Reno office. We’d been stationed there since we’d left the academy, working extortion cases. I was pretty happy there, but…” He shrugged. “Charlie had met this beautiful young journalist and accepted a transfer to Seattle where she’d just been offered her own column. A couple of weeks before he was supposed to move the three of us headed off for one last hurrah.” He stopped and looked over at her. “And no, we didn’t share her. It was just Charlie’s way of saying good-bye.

  “Anyway, we headed down to Central America for some cheap fun in the sun. Juliet, Charlie’s fiancé, wanted…”

  “Charlie’s fiancé?” she interrupted lurching to her feet. “I never heard either of you mention any fiancé before.” Gil merely nodded and motioned her back to the chair. She plopped down on the seat, not sure if she’d decided to sit or if her legs had given out.

  “Juliet wanted to see this little town in the mountains her friends had told her about. And Charlie couldn’t say no to her. We were nearly over the peak when some jackass trying to pass us on a blind corner barrelled into the car to avoid a head-on and sent us over the edge.”

  He looked down at his hands clenched in his lap. They were trembling. “What happened?”

  Gil’s jaw twitched and his eyes went distant, as if he was somewhere else. “I don’t really remember much. Loud noises. Screaming. The next thing I knew I was lying on the ground beside the car, my head throbbing and my ribs so sore I could barely breathe. Somehow, we’d made it to the bottom of this crag and Charlie had pulled us both from the wreckage.” Gil laughed, but it was hollow. “Charlie was the only one not hurt. I mean, not even a fucking scratch. To this day I don’t know how he managed that.”

  “What about Juliet?”

  Gil’s face sobered and his skin paled. “She was pretty bad. In and out of consciousness…internal bleeding. We knew if we didn’t get her some help fast, she wouldn’t make it. Charlie tried climbing back up, but…” His voice trailed off and all Fallon could do was caress her fingers over his.

  “We decided to walk it out. We’d passed another town several miles back and figured we could reach it by nightfall. What we didn’t know was how fucking slow it is traipsing through the jungle. Especially when one of you can barely move. I tried to keep up, but I was coughing up blood by sunset. Charlie decided to stop and did what he could to keep Juliet comfortable. But…”

  His eyes filled with tears and his voice grew hoarse. Fallon felt hers fall down her cheek, but didn’t release Gil’s hand to wipe them away.

  Gil took a deep breath. “She died in the night. We moved on the next day, Charlie still carrying her. He said he couldn’t leave her there, alone. That he’d never forgive himself if he didn’t bring her home to rest in peace. But that damn town never seemed to pop up and we ended up walking for hours again. By noon I was doubled over and so delirious I couldn’t even remember where I was. I finally just collapsed. I told Charlie to go ahead and get help. That’s the last I remember.”

  He stopped and looked like a man in need of a drink. Fallon thought about running to the kitchen, but he’d sandwiched her fingers between his and didn’t seem able to let go. “Did Charlie go for help?”

  He shook his head and tightened his hold on her. “I woke up a week later in a federal hospital in Reno. Apparently Charlie had carried me eight more miles before he stumbled upon the highway and was able to flag down some help. They’d flown us both stateside and…”

  She nodded, her chest so tight she was fighting to take each breath. “What about Juliet?”

  Gil closed his eyes and she saw the first tear ease down his cheek. “He had to leave her behind to save me.”

  “Oh God, Gil. I’m so sorry. Is that why he was always so…distant?”

  “He never really came to terms with his decision. And I always felt like I’d made a part of him die that day. So I applied to transfer with him, and we continued on here as if things were the same.”

  “But they weren’t.”

  “He’d changed. Never dated, or showed any interest in women.” He stopped and looked her straight in the eyes. “Not until I introduced him to you.”

  Fallon pulled back a bit, not sure what to say. Had she somehow made Charlie think she was attracted to him? Or worse, had she been, but too ashamed to admit it? “Gil, I never meant…”

  Gil patted her hand and forced a smile. “I know. It wasn’t anything you did. It was just you. Your personality, your sense of humour. The easy way you accept people as if they’re family. You were the only person who could make him smile…I mean really smile.”

  “So how does that translate into a threesome?”

  Gil’s lips tightened and he pulled his hands away. “We were working a very involved case. There was a new sect in town supplying weapons to American mercenaries abroad. We needed to know where and who, and to do that, we needed someone on the inside. Charlie volunteered. He was supposed to find out where the weapons came from and went so we could intercept a shipment. Everything seemed to be going smoothly until a few days before the raid. We were sitting at his place, drinking beer and going over the details, when he just out and confessed he was in love with you.”

  Fallon’s stomach flip-flopped as she stared at Gi
l. But he didn’t seem angry or jealous. “And you were okay with that?”

  He shrugged again and sighed. “It’s not like he was going to try and steal you away or anything. It was more a revelation. He hadn’t cared about anyone for so long, and all I could think about was how he’d finally let Juliet go.” He reached out and took her hand. “I wanted him to remember what it was like to be loved so…”

  Fallon nodded, all too aware of how the story ended.

  “You saved him, Fallon. You gave him back that part of him he’d left in the jungle.”

  “So if that’s true, then why did you leave?” Gil’s face tightened at the question and she watched him fight against some inner demon. It was obvious there was more to his story than he’d told her. After a few minutes he stood up and once again walked over to the window. “What happened in the warehouse, Gil?”

  Gil bowed his head as if holding it up took too much strength. “It involved this woman he’d had to work with during his undercover time.” He waved his hand in the air. “It doesn’t really matter. In the end, he got hurt and I didn’t save him.”

  “That’s not true.” She stood up and padded over to him, stopping behind him. “You did everything you could.”

  Gil’s face twisted with guilt as he shook his head. “I let him die, I…”

  Fallon silenced him with a soft finger over his lips. He turned to look at her, tears staining his cheeks. “You didn’t let him die. You carried him through that warehouse. You walked until you fell. I saw you try to keep him alive until you were lying beside him, unconscious.” She ran her fingers over his cheeks, wiping away the light wash of tears. “You gave him your last breath. No one could ask for more than that.”

  Gil choked back a sob as he grabbed her and pulled her tight against him. She moved easily into his arms and surrounded him with her warmth. He burrowed his head into her hair, inhaling the fresh scent until the smell of blood and fear he’d always associated with that memory faded. A weight lifted off his heart, replaced by a new deeper emotion.

  “It kills me to think you saw that,” he finally mumbled. Fallon merely held him tighter. “I wish you’d told me about this before.” He pulled back and placed his hand under her chin. “Two years is a long time to keep a secret.”

  Fallon’s expression changed as she pulled away and put her back to him. “It wasn’t something you needed to know.”

  “Maybe not. But it was something you needed to tell me.” He closed the distance. “I might have doubted your ability. But I never would’ve doubted you.”

  Fallon’s shoulders hunched, tension bunching her muscles. “I couldn’t risk it,” she whispered.

  “Risk what?”

  A soft sob echoed in the room as she glanced back at him over her shoulder. “That you’d leave.”

  Gil’s heart clenched at the sight of the fear in her eyes. “Why would I leave because of…” he waved his hand in the space between them, “…of what you can do?” He saw the hurt flash and the way she kicked up her chin spoke volumes. “Did someone else leave because of it?” She looked away. “Fallon?”

  “Why do you think I grew up with my grandparents?”

  A deep sinking feeling formed in his stomach. Shit. “I assumed your parents died, or something. You never really said.”

  “They’re alive and well and living in Florida. I haven’t seen or spoken to them in twenty years. Not since…”

  Her voice trailed off and he knew the answer without her saying it. “Not since your sister was murdered,” he finished. Fallon whirled around to face him, anger glittering in her eyes. “I did a bit of research after you mentioned her the other day. I didn’t know why you’d never told me about her.” He gave her a soft smile. “After reading the report, I can see why.” He took another step closer. “Did you see it all happen?”

  Fallon’s chin quivered and a single tear crept down her cheek. “She summoned me every day she was kept there. I tried to tell my parents, but… After the police found her body, they told me I was responsible. That it was my fault the police didn’t find her in time. That I was helping the monster that took her. I guess they thought I’d actually been in the room.”

  Gil went to touch her, but she moved away, shaking her head as she held up her hand. “They didn’t speak to me for months, leaving food out on the counter so I wouldn’t have to ask for it. Looking back, I guess I thought I deserved it. I probably would’ve stayed if my father hadn’t…”

  Shame filled her expression and Gil had to fight the urge to pound the nearest surface. “Until your father did what?”

  She lowered her eyes and stared at the floor between her legs. “He started hitting me. He said it was my penance. Then one night he tried to…” She wrapped her arms around her chest. “I managed to get away and that was the last I ever saw of them. I took some money out of my mother’s purse and hopped the next bus to Portland. My grandparents have a farm not far from there. I called them from the station and that’s where I spent the rest of my life until I moved out on my own.”

  Gil moved before she could act, pulling her into his arms as he dropped kissing across her head. “You know it’s not your fault, Fallon. You were only twelve years old. No one should have to live through that. Losing a sister. Seeing her tortured and raped, knowing you couldn’t help her. And as for your parents. God help them if I ever lay eyes on them. I swear I’ll kill the man for trying to hurt you like that.” He pulled back just enough she could look up at him. “None of that matters anymore, darling. You’re mine, now. And I’ll never let you go, not for anything.”

  With that he lowered his mouth and took her lips in his. They were warm and wet, and just the taste of her surged the blood in his veins, making his shaft stand at attention. He moaned as it brushed across her mound, pressing into the slick folds of her sex. Despite the situation, she was hot and wet, ready for him to pleasure her. He savoured the thought of loving her. Of spending hours worshipping her body. Moving inside her without needing to climax, but just revelling in the joining of their bodies. He thought of all he could say to her. How he could soothe her fears with his words and actions. She was giving herself to him, and he’d make sure she knew how much he treasured her.

  Gil scoped her up in his arms and carried her the few steps back to the bed, careful to lay her down gently this time. He could tell by the way she clung to him she needed tenderness. Not a fast hard fuck, but a long, gentle loving. He followed her down on the bed, covering her trembling body with his. She stilled when his shaft nudged at her entrance, asking for permission to enter.

  He eased up on his elbows, alarmed by the sudden tension coursing through her body. “Are you too sore, baby?” he asked, wondering if he really had been too rough, despite her denial earlier.

  She shook her head and more tears gathered in her eyes.

  “Is something else wrong?”

  She cringed and a thousand fears raced through his mind until she snagged her bottom lip and looked him in the eyes. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you…” she began, her voice barely a whisper. “Shortly after you left I was having these bad headaches, so my doctor…”

  Her voice vanished into the silence and Gil rethought the events of the day. The way she’d talked about settling down and starting a family. How she’d brushed her hand across her stomach with a dreamy look in her eyes. Then there’d been the no alcohol thing.

  Pieces clicked into place and the truth settled on him like a warm blanket. Fallon must have seen the gleam in his eyes. Her face flushed a deep red, lacing down across her chest. Her nipples hardened against his chest and he couldn’t stop the contented moan from rumbling free.

  “Maybe we should take precau…” she began only to be silenced by his lips on hers. He kissed her softly, dipping his tongue into her mouth when she opened willingly.

  He smiled at her when she finally opened her eyes. “I think it’s already too late for that, don’t you?” he said, shifting his gaze down
their bodies towards her stomach. “And if it’s not, then I want to try again.”

  Fallon cried into his mouth as he kissed her again. He nudged his cock at her pussy again, and was rewarded by the warm heat of her sheath as she looped her legs around his hips and tilted his shaft inside.

  “God you feel so warm and tight. It’s all I can do not to pump my cum inside you the moment you clench yourself around me.” He slid deeper into her, loving the desperate moan that trembled from her lips. “Do you want me to come inside you, darling?”

  “Yes.” Her reply was a hiss of pleasure as he locked his sac against her flesh.

  “Do you want to have my child, Fallon? ‘Cause the thought of you all round with my baby makes my cock so hard I’m worried I’ll split you in half.”

  “You won’t hurt me. Please, I need more. I need to feel you pumping your seed inside me. I want your baby more than anything.”

  He smiled at her confession, drawing his shaft slowly out of her channel until just the tip was snugged inside her tight sex. He loved how her body flowed around him. Stretching as he pushed in, and closing behind the wake of his retreat. The sensation was amazing and he found himself moving faster, needing to feel the warm clasp of her pussy as he filled her. Wanting her to always remember what it felt like to have him inside her.

  “Still need me to show you who possesses you, baby?”

  She shook her head, tilting it back as he slammed home again. “Only you do,” she gasped twisting beneath him. “Only you. Now please, Gil. Harder.”

  It was his turn to shake his head. “I want to show you how much I cherish you. How lucky I am to be the man who gets to love you. I want this to last a lifetime.”

  “You can have me again. As many times as you want. Just please. I’m so close.”

  “As many times as I need?” he teased, holding her orgasm at bay.

  “Yes. Just make me come. Please.”

  Gil smiled down at her. Oh, how she’d eat those words later. Then he reached between her legs and plucked at her clit, sending her careening over the edge. She screamed his name as her head pushed into the pillow, arching her back off the mattress. He moved faster, knowing the hard strokes would drive the orgasm higher. She dug her nails into his back, meeting each thrust until her body gave out, and she went limp beneath him. He roared in male approval, pumping into her until the fire in his spine exploded between his legs, and he released his seed, filling her until the excess seeped around his shaft and down their thighs.