Occurs directly after Betrayal. If you have not read or finished reading the fourth book of the Cainsville Series, please do not go further – SPOILERS.
All rights to characters, places, and story themes belong to the author of the Cainsville Series, Kelley Armstrong. I am merely borrowing them.
When they started their run, they started slow. Gabriel's legs were much longer than hers, but he kept at her pace, which she appreciated. They circled the town and headed for the long strip of road that lead out of town. As the light from the town faded, the road became hazardous. Clouds has covered the full moon, and a hint of rain was in the air. They turned back.
Gabriel was having a wonderful time. Olivia's pace was slower than his, but he didn't mind. He never thought running, a solo exercise, would be enjoyable with another person. But, he thought, she made everything more enjoyable, I shouldn't be surprised that this is no exception. When the rain came, and she pointed towards the trees in the park, he nodded his head. The rain was coming down so hard that he would have needed to shout to be heard. They were both soaking wet, and it would be nice to wait out the storm with her. Besides, he wasn't ready to go back to the house.
When they got under the tree, she pushed back her hair, and wiped the water from her face with her hands - he saw that she was smiling. She was having just as good a time as he was. He doubted his smile was quite as large, but he felt just as happy. And when she looked up at him, he couldn't help himself. He reached out to her and touched her elbow. It was only gentle, and if she had wished, she could pretend to not have felt it. But she did, and she turned to him, her face showing the same expression he felt radiating throughout his body. He raised his other hand to her face and cupped her cheek as he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. The moment their lips touched, Gabriel felt as if he had found salvation; as if he had been drowning, and she was his first breath of air. He lingered for a moment, and retreated from her lips, but only by a few inches. He was waiting for her to reject him, to pull away and tell him she wasn't ready. Instead she pressed her hands to his torso and closed the gap between them. This kiss - wow, this kiss - was everything he had wanted. It blew their previous kiss out of the water, for she was indeed in the here and now, not swimming through visions. He kissed her deeply and passionately, his hand cupping her face moved through her hair, the other hand moving from her waist to circle her body. Before he knew what was happening, she had him pinned up to the tree they had been using as a canopy, her hands on his hips, teasing at the hem of his shirt. He pulled away once more to look deeply into her eyes.
"Are you sure you want this?" He asked. He felt as if he wouldn't be able to control himself any longer. If they were going to stop, it would have to be now.
"I've never been more sure about anything in my life." She responded, and pressed her lips to his, running her hand underneath his shirt, up to his waist.
Her hands on his bare skin broke through his barriers. He twisted them around so that she was the one up against the tree. He leaned down, grabbed her by the back of her thighs, and lifted her up high enough to wrap her legs around his hips.
As she settled into their new position, she no longer teased his body with her hands, instead, she was ungracefully hauling at his shirt, raising it up over his stomach, chest, and pulling away from him for a brief moment, to haul it up over his head - she tossed it in the ground. He had no idea where, for she was kissing him again, her mouth open, tongue darting into his own, tickling against his own. Her hand now explored his body with fever, her fingers leaving trails of fire in their wake, around his waist, up his back, into his hair. He needed to have her now. He began pulling at her own shirt. He raised it gently up over her torso, and broke their kiss as he raised it up over her head. It dropped it to the ground, as he stared at her. She was unbearably beautiful - her skin pale, glistening with rain, her smile, and her eyes were sparkling and teasing, as if to ask him what he was waiting for. Then, without warning, she released her hold on his shoulders, wrapped her arms around herself, and started to lift something up. He was confused at first, until he saw she was pulling off her sports bra. He was glad he didn't have to figure it out, for he would not have known how. When that was on the ground, he felt the unmistakeable tug in his pants, reminding him that he was not dreaming - she was here, half naked, with her legs wrapped around him - kissing him - being with him. It didn't matter to him that Ricky had been there first, what mattered was that he was here now.
Seeing her as she was, he learned down and started brushing kisses along her jaw line under her ear. She shivered at that, so he continued downward towards her collarbone. She was moaning now, softly, and wiggling against him. He trailed his finger tips up to the top of her waist, his thumbs rubbing the crease between her torso and breasts. She was practically panting now, he could sense how turned on she was, and he gave in to her. Lifting his head, his mouth attacked hers with renewed energy while his hands covered her breasts, fingers dancing around her nipples. They were hard and standing at attention, and at the first press he gave them, she moaned through their kiss without hesitation. She was not one to hold back, and he knew she wanted him to know how good he was making her feel. He trailed kisses down her neck again, but faster, and lower. When his lips wrapped around her nipple, and his tongue darted out to massage the point, she sucked in her breath and held it, not able to keep her shudders in control anymore. He began moving his hips against hers. They both still had their pant on, but the movement allowed him a bit more control over what he was doing with his mouth and hands, for his cock was beginning to hurt, begging for attention and not receiving it. She moved her own hips so that he was not simply brushing his cock near her, but so that he was grinding against her. He felt the heat radiating through her thin stretch pants, and that itself drove him a little more crazy. The breath she held exploded from her in a long deep moan of his name, as she began to tense and shudder. He kept assaulting her nipples and rubbing his cock against her slit until she lifted his head with her hands and kissed him gently.
