Flame (Fire on the Mountain #2) (28 page)

She slides her hand in between us and grabs my throbbing cock outside my jeans. “Then quit talking so fucking much, Hulk,” she purrs in my ear. There’s my girl. “Ooh, button fly. My favorite,” she adds with a sexy smirk.

“Take them off for me,” I say, leaning back slightly to give her room to work.

Seconds later, all the buttons are unfastened and my jeans and boxers are tangled around my ankles, my poor, neglected cock standing at full attention. I’m pissed I’ve only got one hand to work with, only one hand to touch her with, but I’ll fucking get over it. The important shit still works.

My shirt has to stay on due to the sling and soft cast I got earlier today at the doctor’s office, so I imagine that I look pretty fucking ridiculous, but none of that matters either with the way she’s eyeing my dick like she wants to devour it.

“Now what, Hulk?” she asks, licking her lips and batting her eyelashes like the playful little vixen she is.

Purposely taunting her, I shuffle backward, out of her reach, and wrap my fingers around the base of my steeled shaft, slowly stroking up and down the length. “Strip then lay flat on your back. I’ve been craving the sweet taste of that pretty pink pussy you’ve been keeping from me.”

My tone is more commanding than I intend, but she doesn’t seem to notice or mind, because she hops straight down from the table—hauling her shirt over her head, unsnapping her bra, and pushing her pants and panties down her legs—then crawls right back up and lays out in front of me.

Oh, fucking hell.

She’s even more perfect than I remember. I don’t know what to do first. I want to touch and kiss and hold every goddamn inch of her flushed skin until she realizes how fucking deep I’m in with her. Never once in my twenty-seven years have I ever wanted or needed something like I want and need her in my life every day and in my bed every night.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Dakota,” I murmur as I reach out and splay my hand across her stomach, goose bumps rippling across her skin outward like a wave. “Do you know how many times I’ve jacked off thinking about you just like this?” My hand skims up to her chest, caressing first one tit then the other. “Thinking about the way your dusky nipples harden under my touch.” I roll one heated bud between my finger and thumb as I lower my mouth to the other, exhaling a warm breath over the pebbled peak before flicking it with my tongue.

Her back curves into a graceful arc, lifting up off the flat surface. “Please, more,” she begs.

Chuckling, I shake my head as I move down her lithe frame. “Oh, I’m gonna give you plenty more, gorgeous girl,” I tease, my fingers trailing over her hipbone, landing directly at the smooth apex between her legs.

She gasps as I spread apart her lower lips and drop my face to her glistening folds, the smell of her arousal intoxicating and irresistible. I grip the inside of her milky thighs, holding them wide open as I swipe at her silky cunt with my tongue, moaning as I get the first taste of her sweet cream in way too fucking long. Damn, I could live on this shit.

Closing my mouth over her sex, I flick and swirl and suck and nip, dipping my tongue into her slick core until she’s a writhing, pleading mess, shamelessly exploding on my face. “James, oh, my God, James!” she screams out, both of us completely forgetting where we are.

Her orgasm snaps the fragile handle I had on my self-control, and as she comes down from her release, I haul her down the bed with my one useful arm until her ass is nearly hanging off the end. Unable to wait another fucking minute to feel her tight, velvety walls wrapped around me, I curl my fingers around her hip, anchoring her down, and slide the crown of my cock inside her smoldering core.

Hot, tight, and wet. Inch by glorious fucking inch, I fill her with my shaft until my balls are resting plum against the swell of her ass. Buried to the hilt inside my girl once again, I can now die a happy man.

“Fuck me, please!” she cries, rolling her hips against mine. “I’ve missed you. Missed this so much.”

That’s all the urging I need as I plunge in and out of her, and the entire time our heated gazes are locked on each other, speaking silently to each other like only we can do.

No more hiding, Sunshine. This is mine.
I slap her clit hard enough to make her hips buck up.
YOU are mine.

Her inner walls clamp down on me with a vise-like grip, nearly hurling me straight off the deep end, and she smirks, knowing exactly what she’s doing to me.
Fuck now, talk later. Eye on the prize, Hulk.

Always with the smart mouth. My fingers bite into the delicate skin as I take everything that she offers, pounding into her probably harder than I should be, but I can’t control myself. For three fucking months, I’ve fantasized about her, not touching a single other female, almost to the point of unhealthy obsession. And now she’s here. Under me. Wrapped around me. All fucking around me. I can’t get enough.

The speed and intensity escalates with each forward thrust of my hips, the pressure inside my balls building quickly as the love I have for this girl swells in my chest. Skin on skin, I hammer into her, offering everything I have to give, and as she reaches up and presses her hand to the side of my face with the gentlest of touches, the entire world blurs as I erupt with a feral, possessive growl of “
Mine!”
spilling into her and marking her like a savage beast.

And I’m not the least bit sorry.

Struggling to catch my breath, the pain under my ribs flares to life, but I push past it as I stare down at the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen. If it took me nearly breaking my neck to make her wake up and realize what we have together, then I’ll sign up for that crash over and over again. The happiness I feel with her is worth every ounce of physical pain I can endure.

“So now what do we do?” She giggles, glancing around the tranquil setting, most likely just remembering she’s at work.

“I’ve still got sixty-five minutes, Sunshine.”

MONDAY, OCTOBER 15

THE SECOND MY LAST APPOINTMENT
walks out the door, I grab my purse, thank Rosie again for covering for me, and then make a beeline for my Jeep. I float across the parking lot, barely feeling the ground beneath my feet, much like I’ve been doing ever since Levi left this afternoon. Amazing how different my mindset is now, just five hours after I trudged over this same pavement, afraid I’d truly fucked up my chance at something I wanted but was too scared to go after.

Once the key is in the ignition and I’m buckled in, I pull my phone from my pocket and see a missed text from a little over an hour ago.

Emilia: Hooker!!! You really think I wouldn’t have texted you back after everything we’ve shared??? I thought our kiss meant more than that. ☺ BTW, you got lotsa splainin’ to do, woman. Talk soon.

Laughing out loud like an idiot, I sit in my car and type out a response. I assume Levi has already told her what happened today, and she’s probably practicing her
I-told-you-so
speech in the mirror at this exact moment. Bitch.

Me: I was gonna kick your ass. I’ve been a ducking mess.

Me: Ducking meds.

Me: Ugh

Me: FUCKING MESS!!!!

Me: Grrr . . . Damn autocorrect.

While I wait a few minutes to see if she’s going to reply right away, I shoot a message to Rory, needing to share my good news with him. I realize that Levi and I still have a lot to talk about, but I think we’re both willing to make sacrifices to try and be together, so I can worry about that later. For now, I’m still living on the high from the four earth-shattering orgasms I was blessed with today—at work, no less—and I may explode with this damn over-the-top, all-encompassing euphoria buzzing inside me. I’m not sure if that’s the right word for it, but it’s like whatever was tethering me to the ground has let go, and now I’m soaring through clouds of cotton candy riding a white unicorn under rainbows and glitter showers. Shit, I could inspire a Disney movie right now.

Me: Dude! You’re never gonna guess who’s here!

He’s quick on the draw. Must not be at work tonight.

Rory: You don’t really want me to guess, do you?

Me: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Rory: So what happened? Where did you see him? Give me the scoop. I know you’re dying to.

Me: Can you talk? Too much to type out. Leaving work now.

Rory: Yep. Lemme grab my headphones.

Emilia still hasn’t texted back, so I hook the phone up to the vehicle’s Bluetooth and call Rory, who’s a great sport as he quietly listens to me babble during my drive home through a PG-13 version of Levi’s surprise visit at The Lotus Center. Like the good friend he is, he never interrupts, and he makes the right sounds at the right times that encourage me to keep yakking away about how magically romantic my day was.

“When are you gonna see him again? Is he here for good?” he asks, his voice sounding genuinely happy for me.

“Well, I’m not exactly sure. Right before he left, he said, ‘Soon, Sunshine. Real fucking soon.’ Then he kissed me and walked out.” I titter hesitantly, pausing as I exit the highway and merge onto the access road. “Do you want to come over and celebrate the end of my dry spell with me? I guess I need to open this damn mysterious envelope now too. You can come see the big reveal in person.”

His warm laugh vibrates through the speakers. “Kota, sweets, I’m not about to drive nearly two hours to watch you read a love note from some other dude then drive back home. You’re the coolest chick I know—don’t you dare tell Hudson or Nali I said that—and I’d do just about anything for you, but I have to get up early and go to Fort Collins in the morning.”

Fort Collins is where Aiden and Ivy live—Rory’s brother, who’s older than him by only ten months, and two-year-old niece. I don’t know the whole story about what happened to the mom, but apparently it involves Rory somehow too, and he doesn’t like to talk about it except to brag about the little girl, who has coppery red corkscrews all over her head and the biggest, brightest green eyes you’ve ever seen. He adores the ground she walks on and spoils her rotten, and recently, I’ve found myself picking things up for her when I’m out shopping. I always love getting her FaceTime calls to thank me for her goodies. She’s a serious doll.

Every so often, he has to spend a few days watching Ivy while Aiden goes out of town for business, which usually happens with less than a day’s notice. This is why even though Rory absolutely hates bartending at the Half Pipe Pub in Breckenridge, he stays there, because the oldest of the three brothers, Brody, owns the restaurant and lets him out of his shifts without issue.

“You can just stay the night at my place and go from here in the morning. That’ll cut over half of your travel time down anyway,” I contend. “Plus, I have gifts for Ivy.”

I hear him shuffling something around, and then it sounds like he’s straining to pick something up. “I really can’t tonight, Dakota. I’m sorry. Aiden needs me to watch her two weeks this time, and I’ve got a shit ton of stuff to do around here before I leave. I just found out a couple of hours ago. I can swing by on my way in the morning, if you’ll get whatever you have together.”

“Oh,” I murmur, feeling like a lousy friend. I haven’t asked him about his day or anything; all I’ve done is talk about me, me, me since we got on the phone. “My bad, Rors, I was being a selfish brat. You should’ve said something.”

“Awww, please, all that ain’t necessary. You don’t need to apologize for being excited,” he replies good-naturedly. “Shit, I’m excited for you, and hopefully now I won’t have to listen to all of your bellyaching.”

“Bellyaching?” I retort. “You’ve got me confused with that person you stare at in the mirror, Dimple Boy.”

He makes a tsking noise and I’m willing to bet he’s rolling his eyes at me. “Text me later, when you open the envelope, and let me know what’s inside. I’ve gotta move these clothes to the dryer then start a new load.”

“All right. I’m almost home anyway, and I should probably think about dinner sooner rather than later.” My stomach rumbles its agreement, my appetite charging back at full force.

“Yes, you need to eat. I’m seriously worried about that dude crushing you,” he teases. Pausing a moment, I think he’s about to say goodbye, but instead, he says, “Hey, Dakota?”