Peyton sat in the corner chair and quietly watched. She didn’t watch Ironside work out every night, but she didn’t miss chest and arm night. Watching him sit at the weight machine, wearing only gym shorts, trickles of sweat running off him, his massive arms and chest bugling as he strained against the machine again and again made her mouth water. Right now he was doing curls, and what really got to her were his grunts. Each time he powered through the curl his face twisted and he grunted softly before exhaling as he relaxed before another rep. The twist of his face and his grunt were almost the same as when he came. Grunt…exhale…pause. Grunt…exhale…pause. It was like he was coming over and over, ten times in a row, then a short break, then ten more times.

 

Ironside smiled to himself as Peyton sat in the chair watching him. The way she watched him was good for his ego and made him push himself harder, wanting to impress her. If asked he would deny it, but he enjoyed her watching him work out because after she watched, their sex afterwards was fucking amazing. She didn’t want him to shower or anything, taking him straight to bed and fucking the shit out of him.

 

Despite all the hardships that had befallen his club since her arrival, he couldn’t remember a happier time, especially in the past month. Their relationship had started out based on mutual attraction and sex. Honey was a pretty good fuck, but Peyton was in a completely different league. She matched his sexual appetite and was fearless in bed, up for anything he could imagine and more. They had fucked in every room in his house, and the back yard late one night. Nothing was off limits and since they had stopped using condoms, their sex had become even more explosive and spontaneous.

 

One day, as they made love inside a sleeping bag on his bed, tumbling and giggling, he realized she had become something much greater than a sexual plaything, more than a place for him to bury his cock. Somehow she’d picked up on the realization, and though he denied anything had changed when she asked, deep inside he knew it had, and they’d spent the rest of the night in slow, sensual, lovemaking until they slept, kept close and tight by the confines of the sleeping bag.

 

“Fuck…” he breathed, finished with the set. He grabbed the towel and mopped his face but left the rest of his body sweaty because she seemed to like that.

 

“You ready?” she purred as he sat on the machine, panting hard and wiping his face. She’d watched him often enough in the last month to know his routine. Now all he had to work were his abs…in bed…while between her legs.

 

“Yeah,” he gasped as he rose and pulled the pin on the weights.

 

She rose from the chair and sauntered over to him, running her hands over his chest before pulling him into a kiss. The kiss was slow and deep as he pulled her in before standing upright and lifting her off her feet. She had worked through her, what she now called, violent stage, when she liked to fantasize of Ironside fighting other men before, after, or while fucking her. She’d had so much pain and anger inside, it had spilled over into her sex life and made her dark and violent, but that was past her now. She still liked a good hard fucking, and she guessed she would always like a man who was big enough, and strong enough, to manhandle her, but her dark, violent fantasies no longer held any appeal.

 

As much as she wanted to deny it, she was falling for Ironside. He was everything she wanted in a man. Big, strong, and a sexual beast who was up for anything she could dream up. He didn’t take any shit, even from her, but at the same time he could be compassionate and understanding. Though she had made no claim on him, she was certain he had taken no other lovers in the past month and that pleased her more than anything. He hadn’t forbid her from taking other lovers, as well, but she hadn’t, Ironside more than able to fulfill all her sexual needs.

 

But it had grown beyond sexual needs. Now when he looked at her, there was sometimes a tenderness that wasn’t there before. She had first noticed it after she’d found a sleeping bag in the closet and she had thrown it on the bed, wanting to fuck him in the snug confines of the bag. The way he looked at her as they challenged each other to fuck harder had her melted her heart, and his love-making had changed. He’d been pounding the hell out of her before, but when she’d questioned what was wrong, he’d only smiled at her, denied anything was wrong, then proceeded to drive her fucking crazy with hours of slow and easy fucking.

 

She pulled back from the kiss and smiled at him, lightly tugging at his fingers to start him moving. They still regularly fucked their brains out, but tonight she was in the mood for another slow, marathon fuck that left her satisfied in ways all the toe-curling, brain-melting orgasms in the world couldn’t.

 

When they reached the bedroom, she pushed him softly to the bed, her smile promising great pleasure. He could tell by her slow, gentle, actions she was in a more loving mood tonight, and the sex would be slow and easy.

 

As he settled on the bed, she disrobed, taking her time, enjoying him watching her as she moved, teasing him with glimpses. She slowly licked her lips as she crawled over him, settling onto him as she took his mouth. Sometimes their desires were out of sync, one wanting to fuck hard and fast while the other was in the mood for something slower, but tonight his kiss was so warm, slow and tender she knew they both wanted the same thing. She pulled slowly back from his lips, smiling at him, watching his eyes as he reached up to push a lock of hair out of her face.

 

“I’m going to take good care of you tonight,” she whispered, wanting to give him pleasure and take her pleasure from doing so. She began to move lower, kissing and licking, tasting the salt of his sweat, dragging her breasts along his skin as she moved lower.

 

He gasped as she continued lower, pulling his shorts down and sliding them off his legs before tossing them aside. She took him into her mouth, battering the top of his cock with her tongue before biting the head gently, her lips spreading in a wicked smile as she held his cock between her teeth. He hissed, her bite one of those things that got to him for reasons he couldn’t explain, before she released her hold and took him deep.

 

She pulled back, pulling his cock out of her mouth with a wet pop, rising up higher and wrapping his cock in her breasts. She’d learned a lot about what he liked, and she enjoyed mixing things up to keep their play fresh and exciting. She let him fuck her breasts a moment as she kissed the ripples of his torso, running her tongue along the ridges of muscles defined there, smiling as he hissed and growled.

 

She turned in the bed, offering herself to him. He lifted her over his head, knowing she liked it when he moved her around – “manhandling her,” she called it. She settled with a sigh as he snaked his arms around her thighs, clamping her tight to his face as he began to probe and caresses with his tongue.

 

They pleased each other with their mouths for many long moments, enjoying the giving and taking of pleasure. She began to pull away, her orgasm pressing in on her. Sometimes he let her go, but other times, like tonight, he held her, preventing her escape. She pulled again, wanting to come with him inside, but he resisted her escape attempts. She knew if she pulled hard enough he would release her, but decided to accept the approaching orgasm, and gasped softly as she plunged him into her mouth again.

 

She pulled him from her mouth and held his cock against her face as she moaned deeply. He continued to caresses her with lips and tongue, wanting to push her orgasm on, her sounds of pleasure so deeply erotic they made him ache with his hardness.

 

She felt his embrace relax as her rapture left her and she slowly pulled away from his wicked tongue. She considered working on him until he came, but decided she wanted, needed, to feel him inside. She turned in the bed, smiling at the smug look on his face as he pulled her into a kiss. Each time they made love like this, slow and easy, she felt the urge to tell him how she felt, how he was becoming much more than a fuck. She’d never been in love before and that held her back, preventing her from saying the words until she was sure he felt the same way.

 

He smiled at her as she pulled back from the kiss, liking the way she looked at him. Tonight, he decided. Tonight would be the night he told her. She began to swing a leg over him but he blocked it, pushing her first to her back, then rolling her to her side as he snuggled into her back. He steered himself into her then slowly pushed in deep, her soft gasp at his passage joining his own. He paused, holding her close as he kissed her shoulders, his hands cupping her breasts as finger and thump caressed her nipples while he summoned his courage.

 

“What’s the matter?” she whispered, sensing something was wrong.

 

He swallowed hard. He’d never spoken the words he was about to say, and he twisted her head so he could taste her lips. “I’m falling for you, Peyton. I’m falling in love with you,” he whispered.

 

Her heart leapt, thudding in her chest, as a sinking feeling settled in her stomach. He’d said them! Now was her chance to repeat them back, but as she began to speak, the words stuck in her throat. Did she mean them? What did it mean to be in love? What if he was just saying it because he thought he had to? All these thoughts, and more, whirled through her mind in an instant.

 

He felt her stiffen and he felt the rush of impending doom. Had he confused lust and love? He thought she was beginning to feel something for him, too, but as the silence drew out, he realized he’d made a terrible mistake.

 

She lay there, his cock buried deep inside, unsure of what to do…then she remembered the forest, how he’d covered her with his own body. He hadn’t known the man would miss, or he only had one shot left, but rather than protect himself, he’d flung himself over her in a desperate attempt to save her. She felt tears well in her eyes as she whimpered.

 

“I love you, too,” she gasped, rolling away from him, desperate to see his eyes and taste his lips.

 

He pulled her into a kiss as relief flooded through him with her words. He’d made the leap of faith, and felt crushing disappointment and soaring exhilaration in the same breath. Having given voice to his feelings, he could feel them cement, becoming strong and unbreakable, his desire for her doubling, then doubling again.

 

“I love you so much!” she gasped as she pulled back from the kiss, caressing his face in fast butterfly kisses, the dam broken, feelings for him pouring out of her in a rush. She felt hot and itchy, excitement rippling through her like a wave. She wanted to jump on the bed and run down the street naked as she shouted to the world Bjorn Lothbrook fucking loved her, and she loved him in return!

 

They rolled together, Ironside coming to rest on her, their faces split with smiles they couldn’t vanish. They groaned together as he plunged into her, his hands tangling in her hair as he lunged into her again and again, hissing and snarling. “I fucking love you and I’m never letting go, so you better get used to being fucked every night,” he growled.

 

She thrilled at his words, the thought of receiving the pleasure he gave her every night for the rest of her life filling her with excitement. “Yes! Yes! Fuck me and don’t stop! Never stop!” she panted.

 

He lunged into her again, before slowly pulling back to lunge into her again. “I’m never going to stop fucking you!”

 

“Faster! Fuck me faster!” she begged while kicking at his ass with her heels, mewling softly as he burst into motion, pounding into her, trying to drive her through the bed. “Oh…my…God!” she gasped, the excitement of his proclamation revving her up.

 

He grunted, low and deep as he shuddered, his orgasm arriving from nowhere, overwhelming him before he had a chance to stall it. He continued to slam into her as his pleasure tried to rip him apart, grunting again before rearing up and bellowing, battling the pleasure, forcing his body to do his bidding, driving into her, refusing to succumb to the pleasure. With another cry, he buried his face in her shoulder and fucked her, fucked her without stopping as he promised.

 

“Oh, God…oh God…oh God,” she whispered as he bellowed and roared, cried and gasped, her orgasm coming…coming…coming…until it rolled over her in a massive wave of pleasure. “I’m coming! Oh, God, I’m coming so hard!” she cried, holding him tight, giving voice to her rapture to end his torture, but still he fucked her, driving her orgasm on, gasping and whimpering before he stopped with a massive shudder and collapsed onto her. They lay still, panting, holding each other tight, unwilling, and unable to move, until with another hard shudder, he began to thrust slowly.

 

She sighed softly as he began to move again, slowly pushing in deep before pulling out to slowly push in again. His breath hot and fast on her neck, he moved as if every slow thrust was an effort, his hands gripping and releasing her hair, holding her tight as he drove into her. To have such a man in her life, a big, gorgeous, god of a man, a man who always gave his all, whether to protect her or please her, was the stuff she dreamed of, and she would never hurt him or let him go.

 

They moved together for a long time, kissing and touching, dreaming and planning, muttering of their love and the future, sharing thoughts and ideas for ending the war with Saracens, for growing the Knights, for making a life together, until exhaustion overtook them and the drifted peacefully into sleep.