Page 15 of Burn (Two Wheeled Psychos #2)

“In here. Hoses please.”

I call out of the bathroom door, directing my brothers with the water hose into the room with a flag of my hand.

The fire is contained in the hall, just like I knew it would be. These places don’t become infernos like homes do. I mean they burn, they can cause big damage, and sometimes they explode, but not this type of place. There’s nothing combustible besides the furnishings and well, the shit stain now glued to the floor by her melted skin.

“Oh man.”

Marcus says, pausing and shaking his head as he storms in with the water.

“Yeah, such a shame.”

I answer him, hanging my head, making the sign of the cross in front of me.

“May God help her soul.”

And may the Devil eat it up and spit it out.

“I’ve got this. Go get yourself checked out, you’re a little singed. You good?”

He says, blasting the flames with the hose, holding on tightly, spraying the room and all the contents, quickly extinguishing the blaze, including the little flickers that still cover her corpse.

“Yeah I’m good.”

The action is settling down as I jog down the steps and exit the stairwell into the lobby again. Cops and other brothers mingle around poking through the debris, shaking their heads at the destruction, even though it’s not all that bad.

“Contained, one victim third floor bathroom.”

I call out to the detectives standing at the front door with their note pads in their hands taking notes.

“Looks like a hot spoon in a trash can.”

“Fucking druggies.”

A young detective says, shaking his head, looking up at me as I pass by.

“Amen brother.”

I add, holding up my charred, gloved hand for a fist bump. “Amen.”

The night air is already clearing, the smoke plumes wafting away on the night breeze. The oranges and reds of the sky have disappeared, and the horizon is black again, except for the sliver of light coming from the rising sun.

I should be on my way back to the firehouse, but I don’t want to go there. I don’t want to hear all my brothers talk about how sad it is that a woman perished, and how they wish her family the best, and all that jazz. I want to go back to my new haven and the angel waiting for me to return. The angel who knows part of my secret and still accepts me for it.

Yeah, but if she knew it all, she’d turn you in, in a heartbeat.

“Maybe.”

I shrug to myself as I slip out of my gear, checking the integrity of my gloves and sleeves.

Extended contact with flames will cause the material to lose its protection, but it looks okay and ready to be used again as I hang it on the back of the ladder truck, and cap it off with my helmet and tank, grabbing my keys from the jacket.

In just my jeans and t-shirt, I climb back on the bike, fire her up, and take off back into the city, leaving another night’s work behind me with a sick smile and a hard on behind my zipper.

Riding squid lets the wind blow the smell of the smoke off me as I tear down the streets, racing the coming dawn. I want to wake my angel, to kiss her lips as the sun breaks through the early morning sky. Then I want to pull her in the shower with me and taint her with my soot covered hands before I wash them clean. A metaphorical dirtying of the clean woman that I’m fucking infatuated with.

She’s not in bed though when I return. She sits at her kitchen table, a mug of coffee in her clasped hands as I quietly come through the front door. The television is on in the background in the living room, and the news report of the blaze I just attended to plays loudly. Her eyes dart up to mine, her face lighting up in relief, her hands shaking as she tries to set her drink down.

“I saw…it was bad… I was so…”

She stammers, the mug rattling on the surface of the table.

“Shhh. Easy baby. It’s all good.”

I say, taking the coffee from her hands and setting it down gently for her.

“I’m here.”

Her lips tremble against mine as I bend down, kissing her softly.

“I told you I’d be back.”

“You taste like smoke.”

She gasps, her hands still tremoring as she cups my dirty face.

“Hazard of the job.”

“It reminds me of what we did.”

She whispers, her voice low, her eyes darting downward in something akin to shame.

Lifting her face with my index finger, I look at her deeply in those dark cat-like eyes.

“We did what we had to do. You know that.”

“I know. But…”

“No buts, baby. Come on. Come with me and let me take the thoughts away.”

I purr to her, kissing her again, this time covering her mouth with mine, licking against the seam of her lips, asking for entrance.

“Zeph.”

She sighs into the kiss, her body relaxing, her hands falling from my face to the table.

“Phoenix.”

Fuck her to keep her mouth shut.

With a growl I lift her from her seat at the table, wrapping her legs around my waist, deepening how far I pass my tongue into her mouth. She clings to me, her hands linking behind my neck, her breath stealing mine. It’s like we were made to fit together, her lips curve around mine so perfectly, and her body melts into my chest so nicely as I carry her through the apartment, down the hall, and into her small bathroom. Without putting her down, I turn on the shower and reach my hand under the spray, wetting it, turning the black dust on me into an inky liquid.

Her sheer robe that she never changed out of turns opaque as I step us into the shower, the water immediately wetting her to the core. My hands leave black prints all over her as I touch everything on her I can reach. Her face drips with black water, the dirt dripping down on her chest where I flatten my tongue and lick it away.

I’m tainting her with my filth, the remnants of yet another murder, bringing her further into my darkness whether she knows it or not. It’s the stain of death that coats her as I set her down and turn her around, pushing her front to the white tile wall.

“God you’re so hot, all wet and filthy, baby.”

I say, leaning my front to her back, my clothes soaked, my cock screaming behind the wet denim.

“I want to lick all of you clean.”

“Do it.”

She moans, pressing her hips back, grinding her bare ass on my aching crotch.

It’s a struggle to rip my jeans off, shoving them down my legs and hopping around like a lunatic as I yank them off my feet. Her little giggles as she looks over her shoulder make me smile, even with the annoyance of the clinging denim.

“This is funny to you?”

“Adorable.”

I toss the pants aside, then my shirt, and slam my naked front against her wet back. Lowering my gaze, letting my eyes smolder, I lick up the side of her cheek then nip her with my teeth.

“Still adorable, princess?”

I purr, my hands wrapping around to her front, sliding up her skin, cupping her tits.

“Yes.”

She breathes, then squeals when I kick her feet apart and grind my hard cock against the crack of her tight ass.

“Still?”

“Yes.”

The dirt from my hands paints her body as I squeeze her breasts and bury my face in the crook of her neck. I watch the blackness wash down her body, pouring over her back and onto my dick nestled between her cheeks. It’s beautiful watching the color of death taint her angelic skin.

Running my hand up her side, grazing her neck, I grab her hair, burying my fingers in it, pulling her head back. Her neck elongates and I nibble on the flesh just above her pulse, then bite down as I press my cock forward, feeling it slip between her wet pussy lips.

Her clit is hard on the head of my dick, pulsing with the need for me to be inside of her, and I can understand how it feels with how badly I want to be buried in her.

“Still, baby?”

“Mmmm.”

She can only moan now, her little laughs and humor turning into the carnal desire for me to take her.

“You’re not going to be laughing when I split you in two with my cock.”

I whisper in her ear, licking and tasting her neck, sucking the bitten skin through my teeth, drawing on it hard, forcing the blood to the surface, marking her.

“Ooohhh.”

Her voice is barely audible from her mouth, but I can feel it vibrate her throat, and it makes me hungry for her, to lick and bite her more, to suck her shoulder, to kiss the back of her neck. She leans into my oral ministrations, jutting her hips back more, and I slip inside her soaked cunt. Her channel envelopes me with her heat, a blazing inferno that radiates from her flesh to mine.

“Fuck yes.”

I groan, pushing in further, opening her up, coating myself in her slickness.

“You feel so good.”

The water pounds down on us, washing away the blackness form my skin, until we are both clean, except for the musky fluids that pour out of her onto me. I can smell it, the lust, the desire, and the need in her juices as they run down my cock, then thighs, and eventually down the drain with the rest of our filth.

“Zeph. More.”

She moans, her ass slapping against my hips as I drive into her, still pulling her hair.

Her mouth is open, her breaths coming hard, and she squeals in pleasure and pain when I slap her ass so hard she slams into the tile.

“Like that baby?”

“Yes, just like that.”

“You like when I hurt you?”

“Yes. Yes, oh God yes!”

She screams as I spank her over and over again, crushing her tits to the wall, pulling her tresses harder, making her whole body shake.

“Hurt me Zeph.”

Her cries cause me to pause, my hips stop moving of their own will, and I fall still behind her. Words that have never been spoken before, that are so new to me are making me confused, yet turned on so fucking much. She wants me to hurt her. She revels in it. She’s fucking perfect.

“Such a good fucking girl. I’ll hurt you. I’ll make you never want to be with anyone but me ever again. Is that what you want baby girl?”

“Yes!”

“That’s MY good girl.”

I purr to her, sliding my hand across her throat, squeezing it as I pull her head back further.

Her back is arched at a harsh angle, and her breaths stop in her chest, unable to move past the hold I have on her neck. She shakes violently, her hands slapping the wet tile, and her lips turn the prettiest shade of blue as I fuck her harder than I ever imagined I could.

She’s breaking physically, but also mentally. I can see the light fading in her eyes, being replaced by that blank stare that all psychopaths have, the one I have when I’m not putting on a front. I’m making her mine, body and soul.

“Mine. All mine.”

I growl, twisting her face to the side, shoving my tongue down her throat and allowing her to breathe. She gasps and sputters into my mouth as she falls apart in every sense of the word.

“That’s it, cum for me. You’re doing so good for me.”

She rides out her climax on my dick. Screaming and panting, choking on her own spit, coughing and moaning like a wounded animal, and they’re the sexiest sounds ever. They’re driving me towards my own orgasm rapidly and I thunder into her more and more, stroking my cock in her tightening hole until I can’t take it any longer.

I explode inside her, releasing wave after wave of my hot cum, filling her up until it falls back out of her, splattering my feet, then washing down the drain just like everything else.

Working her down, I slow my pace, easing in and out of her, then finally pull out. The cum on my cock is pink, and she takes a deep inhale of pain when I finally fall from her and collapse against her heaving back.

We stay there, unmoving except for our breaths until the water runs cold and she starts to shiver.

“Easy baby, I’ll warm you up.”

I whisper as I carry her out of the shower and wrap us up in the fluffy white towels from her vanity shelf.

“I know just the thing.”