Playing with Fire (13 page)

“Shane.” Her plea came in fractured syllables
as she reached between her legs and shoved his head closer.
“Finish. It. Now.”

His tongue penetrated her slick opening. Her
index finger took its place on her clit, rubbing the nub in frantic
circles. He grunted his appreciation. And then she flew.

Shane shook with restraint as he coaxed
Liberty down from her climax with tiny kisses along the surface of
her stomach, across her sweat-dampened breasts, and finally on her
lips.

Hell’s bells
. She may have had only
one lover, but her research was dead-on. Somehow she managed to
find every single pleasure point in his body.

He gave his persistent hard-on a good
not-much-longer
squeeze and then realization bit him in the
ass.

He glanced at Liberty, still breathing hard
and obviously interested in his hold on his cock.

“Liberty.”

Her gaze remained glued to his groin.
“Hmmm?”

He stroked two more times and her gaze
darkened. He released a hard breath and let go to tilt her
chin.

“Liberty.”

“Promise me you’ll do that again.”

He gave a desperate chuckle. Jerk off for
her? She might just see that happen. Soon. “If you want, but we
have a problem.”

Her hair draped one shoulder when she tilted
her head to one side. “I don’t understand.”

“I didn’t bring anything to protect you.”

“Sucks for you.” She shook her head.

“I’m sorry. I —”

“However,” she continued while she patted the
blanket beside her, “I happen to be protected enough for both of
us.”

He released a whoosh of breath as he lay
beside her. His dick applauded. “I haven’t been with a woman in six
months.”

She straddled his hips and rubbed her hot,
wet center against his cock before reaching between them to fondle
his sac. “Lucky me.”

He hissed when she moved her hand to stroke
him from top to bottom and back again. Luck or not, as long as she
held him, all was right in the world.

She drew her hand back at his response.
“Shane?”

He almost bawled like a baby at the loss of
her touch. “I’m here, honey, “ he squeaked. “Just barely, but I’m
here.”

She took him in hand and pulled harder.

“Stop.” He loosened her hold and braced both
her hands against his chest. “I want inside now, Liberty.”

He refused to give her time to respond and
crammed his cock inside her tight, welcoming heat. Her muscles
squeezed him in a warm grip and he began to thrust in a slow, easy
pace.

“You’re so good at this,” she murmured.

Sweat droplets coated his forehead while he
steadied his movement to allow her to adjust. “It gets better,
baby.”

Unable to hold back, he thrust to the hilt.
She released a short gasp.

“Liberty?” He searched her eyes for
regret.

A sexy smile winked back and she tossed her
hair over one shoulder. “Tell me what you like.”

He lifted both of her hands, placed them on
her breasts, and then waited to see if she would comply.

She didn’t disappoint. She squeezed each
breast and then took each nipple between her fingers. “You like to
watch me play?”

His cock jumped.

“I think you do,” she answered for him.

He watched in sweet torment as she tossed
back her head while her fingers attacked her nipples. Pulling,
squeezing, flicking. His mouth watered to suck them inside and
please her to the point of pain. And then her long, breathy,
orgasmic moan grabbed him by the balls when she pinched then
twisted each stiff bud.

He squeezed his eyes closed and fought to
keep from losing his load right then and there. Therapy be damned.
Dr. Prescott was an expert in sex. Period.

“What else?”

He forced his eyes open with a million nasty
requests lined up on his tongue. He’d love to slide his dick
through the valley of her cleavage and brand her skin with his
semen. Or straddle her chest and take her mouth hard and fast.

Her muscles gave his cock a violent squeeze
almost in agreement. Then her hips rolled. Up and forward. Down and
backward. Slow, determined strokes to milk him dry.

Still paralyzed by incredible ecstasy, he
managed to answer. “That. Just do that.”

She treated him to another couple sweet
strokes and then stopped. He bit his tongue to keep from cursing
her. Then with a look of complete and utter seriousness, she braced
her hands back against his chest.

“Take me, Shane. Take me hard and fast.”

He fought the primal urge to roll her beneath
him, mount her beautiful body, and give her everything she
demanded. Hard, fast, inside or outside her body - whatever the
hell she wanted.

Instead, he gripped both her thighs and
thrust. His dick was now hard enough to pound nails and only her
body could soften it. She pulsed around him.

“Let it happen, Liberty.”

He moved one hand to her clit and pinched.
She gasped.

He lengthened his next stroke and her greedy
muscles sucked him hard. Liberty moaned and then whimpered as she
clenched around him.

With nothing in his way, he increased his
pace until finally, through the haze of utter satisfaction he found
his own release. He lay there, gasping for air, weak and extremely
sated.

She flattened her body to his.

“Stay,” he whispered.

“Of course.”

Liberty awoke in a panic and struggled to
pull air across her lungs. Her eyes fought past a sleepy haze to
focus on her surroundings and her heart thumped as she fought the
weight in the middle of her chest. Finally, she managed to sit
upright.

“Liberty?”

Her panic deepened when Shane’s voice
penetrated her focus. Still out of breath, she held up her index
finger to ask for a minute to regroup.

“Did I hurt you?”

She placed a trembling hand on his shoulder.
“Panic attack,” she wheezed.

As she managed to slow her breathing enough
to stop her head from spinning, she realized there was no use
attempting to explain this away this time. He wouldn’t believe
anything but the truth.

She took one last deep breath and turned to
face him. “Sorry, I didn’t see that coming.”

With worry still evident in his eyes, he
placed his lips to the top of her shoulder. “What happened?”

Another deep breath helped her to continue.
“When I woke up, your arm weighted me down. I panicked.”

“Why?”

When he lifted his head, she paused to search
the depths of his eyes, hopeful the compassion there would remain.
“Do you really want to know?”

“Yes.”

“I was attacked.”

“Recently?”

“No, right after medical school. I was
walking home one night after doing my rounds and he took me by
surprise.”

His face darkened. “What did he do to
you?”

“Not much, thank goodness. I have good lungs.
My screaming attracted attention and a policeman caught him.”

“Hell, Liberty.”

“That’s why I never go anywhere alone after
dark.”

“And why you needed to be on top.”

She nodded.

“You had nightmares, didn’t you?”

“Yes. Sometimes I still do.”

“So you really do know how I feel.”

She slid her hand between his legs and took
him in hand. “I do now.”

He closed his eyes and thrust into her fist
once before grabbing her hand and pulling her on top of him. “Why
did you tell me?”

She shrugged. “I wanted to.”

“Thank you.” He placed a light kiss on her
forehead.

“You’re welcome.” She moved her hips in a
steady roll. “Do you realize you slept all night?”

“Not all night,” he said through gritted
teeth.

“Most of it.”

“Ahh, baby.” His hands grasped the tops of
her thighs and squeezed. “Therapy at three o’clock a.m. may have
its advantages.”

“You fired me,” she reminded him.

“Thank God.” He growled low in his throat as
she leaned forward and brushed her erect nipples against the solid
surface of his chest.

With her hands braced on both sides of his
head, she lifted her hips until only the tip of his erection
remained inside her then swiveled in a circle so he teased her
opening. First one direction and then the next, stimulating her
sensitive nerve endings in the process. And then she slowly lowered
herself fully onto his hard shaft and rocked in a steady
rhythm.

“So tight and wet,” he whispered.

A whimper escaped her lips. Her body clenched
around him and he sucked in a hard breath.

“Give it to me, sweetheart.”

The pressure of his hands on her waist caused
her hips to move faster until finally her restraint broke. She
straightened and ground herself against him while her body sucked
his shaft and bone-wrenching pleasure rolled over her.

While Shane slowed his tempo just enough to
bring her down, she leaned forward and nipped the skin in the
hollow of his neck, taking care to soothe the area with her tongue.
Then, in a silent decree of trust she leaned to the left and pulled
him on top of her.

He smoothed the hair from her forehead and
placed a small kiss there. “Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.”

***

Jake stood outside Mable’s-slash-Bri’s front
door and pounded a steady rhythm while the morning sunlight warmed
his already-overheated body. And this time his body temperature had
nothing to do with lust.

“Open up, Bri, or I’ll use my key.”

“You have a key?” she squealed.

He exhaled a hard breath. She knew damn well
he did. “Yes,” he growled. “Open the door.”

“Hang on! I’m not dressed.”

His jaw dropped and his balls tightened. Holy
fuck. Did she mean naked-not-dressed or
still-in-my-pajamas-not-dressed? He ran a hand over the top of his
head. This would’ve been a helluva lot easier if he’d confronted
her yesterday. He should’ve just called her out right there in
Mable’s kitchen with her sexy long hair begging him to run his
fingers through it and that loud, heavy metal music beating his ass
to nail her on top of the kitchen table.

But he couldn’t.

She’d already been a bundle of nerves and he
just couldn’t bring himself to do it. Confront her. If Mable hadn’t
been such a total tyrant about manners, he would’ve nailed her. At
least twice. Once to take the edge off and another because it had
been a long time in the making.

“Two minutes,” he said through gritted
teeth.

“Are you crazy? I need more time.”

“Bri,” he groaned while he beat his fist
against the door one time, “just throw on something.”

“Fine,” she mumbled.

The sound of her footsteps pounding away from
the door did little to soothe his temper. He knew firsthand she had
smooth dainty little feet. With perfectly manicured toenails, most
likely painted pink. He groaned again and leaned back against the
door. This was not the time for lustful appreciation.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, the
door opened behind him and caused him to stumble inside. Once he
managed to get both feet underneath him, he shoved the door closed,
grasped her elbow, and took her to the living room.

“I said two minutes.”

She pulled her elbow free and lowered herself
to the sofa. “You needed a time-out.”

He bit his lip to keep from grinning. No one
could ever dispute she was related to Mable.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t recognize
you?”

She narrowed her eyes. “You didn’t.”

“Not at first. Your hair wasn’t red the last
time I saw you. Color?”

“Natural. The blonde was color.”

He tipped her chin with one hand. “Your eyes
were green.”

She shrugged. “Contacts.”

He worked to move air across his lungs. This
woman was a million times more beautiful than the one who had given
him one helluva lap dance. Three short months ago.

He lowered himself to sit next to her, his
thigh giving hers a gentle brush. His cock stood and took notice at
the contact. “Does Mable know?”

Her eyes opened wide. “Oh God, no! And you
can’t tell her.”

He sympathized with her cause more than she
realized. If Mable discovered Bri’s
hobby
, she would lock
Bri in the house for the rest of her life; she’d kick his ass from
here to Kingdom Come for not telling her.

“On one condition.”

She raised an eyebrow, almost in a dare.

“Promise me you’ll find a different job.”

“I did.” Her eyebrows met in the middle of
her forehead. “Liberty hired me, remember?”

“Promise,” he repeated.

“Why are you so opposed to my dancing?”

“You know as well as I do that dancing is not
the only entertainment in that place.”

“I only dance, Jake.”

He leaned forward and braced his elbows on
his knees, pressing his fingers together in a pyramid. “I let you
off the hook last time, angel. I won’t do it again. Promise.”

The soft sigh that left her lips traveled the
length of his cock. “I promise.”

***

Several hours later, Shane ambled down the
hallway of the Primrose Community Center, wondering how in the hell
Liberty managed to convince him to do this. Painting? He didn’t
have an artistic bone in his body.

The sound of high pitched giggles finally
drew him outside the room Liberty assigned. He took one look inside
and shook his head. He was obviously the oldest student in her
class. By about twenty years.

Fourteen curious eyes swung his direction
when he knocked and entered the classroom. Liberty swiveled slowly
and a sweet smile separated her lips. The same full,
strawberry-glossed lips she wrapped around his dick in sweet
ecstasy. Damn, he’d never get enough of her.

Bracing one hip against the doorframe, he
gave her a
you-think-you’re-so-smart
smile in return and
watched her tuck her bottom lip between her teeth as if uncertain
of his response. He glanced around the classroom and shifted,
comforted by her insight and compassion. Although puzzled by her
reason for bringing him here, he was content to stay. Besides, he
could look his fill while she explained.