Free Fight for Her by Kelly Favor Page A

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    Krista cried out, raking her fingernails down his heavily muscled back.
    Gunner looked at her. His eyes held her gaze as her breathing quickened. She was going to come now, and there was no stopping it.
    He was fucking her slowly, expertly, and not one ounce of movement was wasted.
    She came twice in a row, hard, biting down and bucking her hips into him. He was a solid wall of muscle, immovable, completely able to handle her in every way.
    She’d never felt so safe while being with a man. His strength was like nothing she had even imagined before.
    Gunner kissed her on the lips again, teasing her, and then drilled himself deeper between her legs.
    She lost her breath.
    He was drilling into her, splitting her wide open, and she threw her legs apart as far as she could, allowing him room to move himself.
    Soon, he was sliding in and out, his hips furiously pounding at her. She came once more.
    She was soaked with sweat and so was he. But she could also feel that he was getting closer and closer.
    “Gunner,” she whispered, and he grabbed her hair with one hand and her hip with his other, as he started to slide in and out with passion and fury.
    “I’m close.”
    “Do it for me,” she told him.
    He slid his lips down to her collarbone and pressed deeply into her one final, shuddering time.

    ***
    Krista woke up first the next morning.
    They’d slept together in his bed, naked, their bodies intertwined, and it had felt like the most natural thing in the world.
    Until she’d woken up and early rays of sunlight had been pouring into the room through the window, and suddenly it didn’t seem so natural.
    In fact, it seemed downright strange.
    He was sound asleep, so Krista untangled herself from his heavy limbs and slid out of bed. She tiptoed into the bathroom, turning on the shower and waiting for it to get hot while she looked at her face in the mirror.
    You slept with Gunner King, she thought, staring at herself without comprehension.
    You slept with him and he has no idea who you really are. That’s not okay. In fact, it’s way beyond not okay. It’s almost evil.
    Krista thought about the things he’d told her, the personal stories he’d revealed.
    If he knew what her real agenda was, he would be incredibly betrayed.
    And yet, her feelings for him were real. She was starting to care about him a lot, and it seemed the feelings were mutual.
    There was no obvious solution to the problem, so she simply climbed into the shower and washed off. She was hit with alternating waves of excitement and dread.
    At some point, she was going to have to confront Gunner with the real reason she’d come to Middle River, and then he would, in all likelihood, hate her forever.
    The question wasn’t if she would tell him, but simply when and how. What was the best way to do it? Was there something she could do to show him her true feelings?
    As she dried herself off, Krista thought that maybe the best way to do it would be to call Drew Ellis and quit her job. Once that was done, she would tell Gunner that she’d worked for the UFF but had now quit. She’d tell him that she’d panicked and made a mistake in being untruthful in the beginning.
    It would be painful, but maybe he would slowly see what she’d given up for him.
    Of course, it was also very possible—even likely—that she would lose both her job and her man.
    Krista got out of the shower feeling more stressed than when she’d gotten in.
    Sleeping with Gunner had been a huge mistake, she realized. It would make the whole thing seem more sordid when she told him the truth.
    But when she came out of the bathroom, she found him on the phone with someone, pacing the cabin in his boxers. “Really? You sure?” he sighed, shaking his head. “Okay. But later today or tomorrow morning at the very latest, right?”
    She wrapped the towel tightly around her torso as she continued out, and watched him pacing and talking.
    He hung up his cell and then glanced at her.