WILD PLEASURE {short erotic stories} Chapter 86: Fired Up (12)

Morning brought one more fire.

Smoke curled up from a nearby canyon. The small puff of smoke was

almost cheerful, more Santa Claus working his pipe or cotton balls than anything ominous. Looks were deceptive.

“Fresh.” She was talking to herself and she probably should have been concerned. Instead, she followed the smoke up, then examined the origin. “No haze yet.”

The way that smoke went straight up with no telltale drift up canyon meant the fire hadn’t been burning for long. She’d watch for a few and see what happened. Sometimes, after a lightning storm like the ones that had struck Widow’s Peak the other night, you got little sleeper fires. This might be a few flames inside an old tree and it might burn itself out quickly.

Twenty minutes later, the column was twice as wide and growing. Her gut screamed this fire was going to be a bitch. And it was close, only four or five miles from Widow’s Peak. The smoke drifted over the ridge and hung low over the trees on the edge of the clearing. Cole was out there somewhere.

He’d been gone when she woke up. She’d rolled over and kept right on going. She’d wanted to snuggle some, put her head on his chest and let her fingers do some walking south and see how fast things heated up between them again. The sex had been amazing, and she’d woken up ready for a repeat. Instead, her ass had hit the floor, although at least the lack of company meant her shame was a private one.

He hadn’t gone far. His pack still leaned against the wall next to the door —as ready to make a quick exit as the man—but Cole wasn’t there. Maybe he’d slipped outside to take care of some personal business, but she suspected it was more than that. After all, he’d made his rules perfectly clear yesterday. One night. No strings. And now it was the morning after and he was nowhere in sight.

Message received.

She eyed the smoke again and the bastard was even bigger than before. Regardless of what did or didn’t happen with Cole, she had a job to do here.

 She shoved her personal feelings aside and reached for the radio. This couldn’t wait for the morning roll call.

“Big Bear Dispatch, Widow’s Peak, I’ve got a visual on a fire.” “Widow’s Peak, Dispatch, I copy.”

She walked the park ranger on the other end through the fire. After that,

all she could do was sit and wait, watching the smoke boiling up on the horizon. Last night had been all kinds of amazing and that meant letting go of Cole wasn’t going to be easy. She wasn’t ready to go all white picket fence on him, but she did want more than a single night in his arms. Unfortunately for her, it took two to tango.

And Cole had made his position perfectly clear.

It hurt. Sure, he had his reasons for preferring casual sex, but apparently some part of her had been secretly hoping she’d be the woman who convinced him to break his rules.

To stay put and to stick.

Tough shit.

He was a hotshot and she’d known what that meant. He’d go back to base

camp and, from there, head back into danger. Danger like that fire chewing up the ridge five miles away. Already the air was thickly smoky, the forest around her uneasy and on edge. The park was in good hands. Cole was a damned good firefighter. Calm and cool. Hard to rattle and quick to react.

Unlike her. Last night she’d come apart in his arms. She’d been everything but calm. The reality of Cole had been even better than the fantasy—until she’d woken up alone. She hadn’t realized that she’d had some dreams about the morning after until it was too late.

Worse, she was pretty sure Cole would feel bad if he knew she was hurting. He was a nice guy, even if he hid that side behind his bad-ass hotshot exterior. He’d hiked all the way out here just to make sure she was okay, and she liked that concern. Hell, she liked the man. Liked his take- charge, take no prisoners attitude. Sure, his confidence made her want to butt heads with him—if only to see what he’d do—but she liked it.

And he was leaving this morning and there was nothing she could do to stop it. If last night hadn’t been enough to convince him to stay—if she hadn’t been enough—he’d go. End of story.

The smoke got darker. Plenty of trouble brewing there.

Booted feet crossed the observation deck. Her hotshot had returned.

 He stuck his head inside. “Morning,” he drawled, and, God, that sexy rasp got her going all over again. Hopefully, they’d still make those midnight calls when he got back to base camp, although it would be harder to let go now that he wasn’t an anonymous virtual hookup.

Now that she had a face and a man to go with the voice.

“Hey yourself.” She pointed to the smoke, although he must have spotted it. She had a feeling he hadn’t missed the blush heating up her cheeks. Damn it. She wanted to be all cool and casual about what they’d done last night, but he was so far out of her league it wasn’t funny.

“Things are heating up out there,” she said instead.

He hesitated, but then produced a mug of coffee. He’d done more than walk out, apparently, and she didn’t know how she felt about that. She took a tentative sip, blowing on the surface to cool things down just a bit. The coffee was hot and sweet, just the way she liked it. More points for Cole.

“I made it the way I like it.” The wry twist of his lips was endearing. “Probably should have checked with you first. Maybe you’re a tea person.”

And that was classic Cole—looking out for her, but his way. She took another sip and, yeah, still perfect. Who knew they’d drink their coffee the same way? “Coffee’s fine,” she said, because he was clearly waiting for her to say something.

“About that fire—” He looked out the window and her gaze followed his. “I hiked out and took a closer look. We should call it into base.”

“I already did.” Again, they were on the same page.

“Good.” He moved closer. His denim-clad thigh brushed her shoulder. “I don’ think there’s any immediate danger to you here, but the fire’s sitting right on the trail back to base camp. I’m not gettin’ through there today. I’m goin’ to need to wait it out.”

“Here?” She wasn’t holding her breath, was she? Because that would be stupid.

“You wan’ me to stay?”

She didn’t know what to say. What he wanted her to say, which was even more stupid than holding her breath or blushing like a virgin, because this should be about what she wanted. This was her watchtower. He was the guest.

“I . . .” She opened her mouth. Closed it.

“Hell.” He scrubbed a hand over his head. “Sorry.”

 He exhaled hard, but she hadn’t got over the shock of his one-word apology. Cole was always sure, confident. On the airwaves or in bed, she’d never seen him hesitate. This was a first.

“Can we pretend I didn’t say that?”

“Sure.” She still had no idea what was going on here, but the desire to kick his ass down her stairs was growing.

“I shouldn’t have put you on the spot like that,” he said, prowling closer while she got busy with the coffee cup. “I know we were supposed to be a one-night hookup—”

“That was your rule,” she interrupted, setting the mug aside. The brew needed Bailey’s. Or whiskey. Anything alcoholic, because she needed a lifeline.

“Right.” He eyed her. “Would you be open to bending the rules? Just this once?”

She hesitated. “You’d want to do that? Stay longer?”

He sat down on the edge of her desk and pulled her between his legs. His morning-after kiss was every bit as good as his night-before kisses. His hands cupped her head, his fingers threading through her hair and gliding in slow, teasing circles against her scalp. His mouth covered hers and his lips, God, his lips tasted and pressed until her eyes threatened to roll back in her head. His eyes stayed open. He watched her while he kissed her and so she watched him right back.

“Sha,” His hoarse groan said it all. “I’m not sure what I said or did to make you think I wouldn’t wan’ to be stickin’ around longer.”

“You said you had rules.” She walked her fingers down his chest and looked up at him. The way he’d caged her in, she couldn’t see the fire, but that didn’t matter. She’d steal these ten minutes. With the fire called in, there was nothing to do now but watch and wait.

“Fuck the rules.” He leaned down and captured her mouth in another hard kiss. “One, maybe two days more, and that fire out there will be under control. I wan’ that time with you, okay?”

Three. She could think of at least three reasons she should tell him no. One, he’d still be going. Two, that still wasn’t enough time. And three, well . . . this might be just some hot sex for him, but she had a horrible feeling that she was going to want it to be more.

There were probably a dozen other reasons as well.

 “Hannah?” He rubbed a thumb over the side of her jaw. “You got an answer for me?”

To hell with it. She liked looking at him, liked touching him even more. He was stuck out here in the forest until that fire turned or burned out. She could keep him for another day or two. Run her lips and her hands all over the man sprawled on her desk. She’d be crazy not to say yes.

She’d be crazy not to run hard in the other direction, because she wouldn’t be able to walk away from this with a whole heart.

She smiled up at him. Slowly. “Convince me.”

God, Cole had never been so glad to see a fucking fire in his life. Or to realize that he was trapped behind the line with no way out. He had to stay here.

Effortlessly, he scooped her up and switched their places. Now she was the one laid out on the desk. Yeah, exactly where he wanted her.

“You remember that last call?” He knew his voice sounded hoarse. Rough. Jesus. He didn’t feel like seduction or playing Prince Charming. No, right now he needed to be balls-deep in her, while she hollered his name and came around him.

Her eyes widened at his question, so, yeah, she remembered all right. Time to turn those midnight fantasies into fact.

“Turn around. Hands on the desk.”

She blinked up at him, dazed, like she was translating his order into some

semblance of sense, but then she moved obediently. God, that was a turn-on right there, his Hannah trusting him to make this good for both of them. He hadn’t left much room between them. Her ass pushed against his dick as she wriggled around.

“Okay,” she said breathlessly, turning her head to look up at him. He wasn’t sure whether she was giving him the heads-up that she’d assumed the position or permission to keep on going. Either worked for him.

“Hands on the desk,” he whispered roughly against her neck and traced a hand over that vulnerable curve. His hips pinned hers in place. And every time he breathed in, he was surrounded by Hannah. Fuck, she was special.

He’d never get tired of doing this.

“Lean forward.” Running his hand down the straight arrow of her spine, he bent her over. The map pinned to the desktop crinkled and she reached instinctively to smooth the little folds out. “Uh-uh.”

 He gave her a small tap on her ass. Just enough to sting but not enough to hurt. She gave a small squeak of surprise and jumped, bumping her ass against his dick. That was fun, too.

“I wan’ all your attention on me,” he said roughly. “Can you do that for me?”

Deliberately, he let his fingers toy with the waistband of her shorts, inserting his fingers just beneath the edge in a small caress. Her breathing picked up.

“Yes.” She breathed out the word as she stilled.

Waiting for him to touch her some more. He loved that, loved having her spread out beneath him.

“Palms down. Don’ move,” he warned. Shifting her hair to one side, he kissed her throat. With his other hand, he cupped her ass.

No rush. We got all sorts of time now. He kissed his way down her throat, burying his face in the sweet, soft space where her neck and her shoulder met.

“Cole—” Hell if he knew whether she wanted more or something different, or if she just liked saying his name. Any of the three worked for him; seducing Hannah did a number on him.

When he pulled her shorts down her thighs, she went up on tiptoe, pushing into his touch.

“Step out.”

Deliberately, he widened her stance with his booted foot. He knew his jeans were biting into her ass, reminding her who was naked here. He had her just where he wanted her. Good thing that sexy moan boiling out of her mouth said she wanted this. Wanted him. Luckiest night of his life, the night she’d answered his call and started talking to him.

“I wan’ to be able to touch all of you.”

She moaned again. This time, when her fingers curled into the map, she didn’t smooth the small wrinkles out. She’d never map another fire without being reminded of him.

“Good girl.” He rewarded her by pushing his fingers in deep. One finger. Two. Three. Reached for that spot that had her arching back and clawing at the map.

“Let go,” he commanded roughly. “Come for me right now, Hannah.” Sweet Jesus.

 Cole had her spread out on her desk, one big hand working between her thighs, and she wanted the moment to go on and on forever. White heat spiked through her, and the whole fucking forest could have gone up in flames and she wouldn’t have cared. She just wanted more. More pleasure. More Cole. Shamelessly, she rode his fingers, grinding the top of her mound against his palm. Letting go because letting Cole happen felt so good.

Yes. She let go of everything but her death grip on the desk. Her body wound tighter with each dark, knowing stroke of his fingers, until something deep inside her snapped and let go.

“Give it to me,” he growled, and she had no idea what that mysterious it was, just that she let the tension in her body go, let him sweep her up and away in a sea of pleasure. For a moment, she feared being overwhelmed, but his arms were around her. So good. So right. She’d never let any lover control her pleasure, but all Cole wanted was to make her feel good.

Perfect.

His breath hissed through his teeth and she sensed his control going. She wanted him raw and uncontrolled. Slamming in and out of her body while she rose up to meet him. She pressed back hard until his fingers almost slipped from her channel, then drove forward.

His fingers vanished, but then he was canting her hips up, angling her for his penetration. Anticipation filled her. She didn’t think he’d take her ass like this, although it would hurt so good, but, with Cole, she simply didn’t know. Latex snapped, and then he slid deep inside her pussy with one, smooth thrust.

Deliberately, she squeezed him deep inside, fisting him hard.

“Yeah.” He groaned and flexed. The table seemed to rise and fall beneath her, each hard drive of his cock moving her forward. His arms were a heated cage around her, his hips slapping her ass in a raw rhythm. Harder.

“Brace,” he growled.

Slapping her palms flat on the desk, she pushed out to meet each thrust. Her body shook, raw and on fire. He marked her with each thrust, parting her flesh ruthlessly, and that was exactly what she needed. Gentle was no good. She wanted this white-hot pleasure building fast inside her. Milked him, hanging on when he pulled back. Mine.

When she didn’t think he could go deeper, he did, pushing farther than anyone else ever had. His dick bumped her cervix, stroked over the

 sensitive walls. Taking her until there was no hiding from his possession. She loved being dominated by him, loved this animal, possessive, primitive side of Cole. His desperate need to tunnel deep into her body and take her.

“Now,” he growled, and she let go. His arms banded around her and the next hard thrust pushed her over the edge. She came apart. Came undone. There was nothing but the desk beneath her and the familiar landmarks on the map as his hard ride set off her orgasm and the pleasure rolled through her.

Hannah opened up and let him in. All the way in, no barriers. Nothing held back. Fuck. Cole buried his dick to the base before pulling out and driving back in. Her trust was the sexiest goddamn thing ever. Addictive. He loved how his touch set her off, how each stroke drove her higher on the desk, her thighs pinned wide by his. He twisted his head, desperate to see her beautiful face. To watch her as she took him. As she came for him.

The reality of Hannah was so much better than their midnight fantasies. Her body clenched around him, and small sounds spilled from her throat. They had the whole fucking park spread out before them and anyone could be coming up that path right now. It wouldn’t matter. He couldn’t stop now and she didn’t want him to. Primal satisfaction swept through him. Her body trusted him. Hannah. She’d opened up all the way and let him in.

With a small shriek, she came and her orgasm triggered his. He pounded deep into her, sealing their hips together.

“Cole.” His name was a moan on her lips.

“Yeah, sha. I’m right here.” He feathered his lips over her jaw.

He pulled out gently, sweeping her up into his arms and heading for their

bed. He set her down carefully and spooned himself around her, tucking her sleepy body up against his. She’d let him in, all the way in. No holding back and no going back.

His Hannah.