Page 25 of Burn (Two Wheeled Psychos #2)

“Fuck me right here.”

She purrs in my ear, straddling me, holding me to my little bed with her body.

“Please Zeph.”

“Here? Now?”

I ask, peering up at her, watching her eyes hood and her irises shrink.

“Yes. Let all the guys know I’m yours, and you’re mine.”

“Such a bad girl.”

“Your bad girl.”

She says, then squeaks when I grab her elbows and flip us over, pinning her under me, making her thighs drop open around my hips.

“You gonna be quiet or loud?”

“Depends on you.”

“Mmmm, you filthy minx.”

I say then dive into her throat, kissing it and licking it as I reach down and shove my hand under her little sundress, finding no panties.

“Oh baby, wet already?”

“Always for you.”

“Fuck.”

I can’t get my leather pants open fast enough, and I’m swelling so hard and fast inside them that it’s painful. I rip at them frantically with my free hand as I trace my fingertips across her damp pussy lips teasing her, getting her ready for me.

“Hurry.”

“I am baby.”

Shoving my pants down, I lift her dress and without taking the time to appreciate the view, or to open her with my fingers, I grab my throbbing cock and shove it up into her in one fast thrust.

“Oh God Zeph.”

“That’s it, take me like you need.”

She wraps around me perfectly, taking all of me, swallowing me into her soaking wet cunt. It’s fucking heaven, and everything around us falls away. It’s just me and her, rocking together on my little bed, the one I sat on just weeks ago touching myself to her picture, the one I still carry in my pocket like a good luck charm.

It seems like so long ago, the day I sat here, looking at her pretty face on that little laminated piece of plastic. She was beautiful to me then, but oh God, now…she’s perfect, and all mine. Crazy.

I’m losing myself in her. He is quiet once again, and all I can focus on is the way she writhes under me, her body accepting me, her legs holding onto me, her mouth seeking mine.

I kiss her deeply, sucking her breath from her as I drive my cock deeper into her. The bed squeaks and the feet of it tap on the floor as I go harder and faster. I want to cum so badly for her, right here, where I came for her the very first time, just without her knowing it.

“Zeph, harder, please.”

She begs, her lips all over my mouth and face, her breath heating my already hot skin.

“Yes baby.”

The bed is going to break. It’s whining under the force as I power into her. Her hands slap at me and her words turn into shrieks of pleasure and pain as I fuck her hard.

I’m not going to last. My orgasm is already there, wanting to explode from me, and she isn’t far behind. I can feel her pussy tightening around me, and her juices flowing freely.

“I’m so close.”

She pants, kissing my cheeks and pulling at my hair, weaving her fingers in the curls.

“Me too. Cum with me Phoenix.”

“Yes.”

“Now baby, now.”

I grunt, slamming up into her and holding my hips still, feeling the climax tear through me like a freight train.

It’s unstoppable, the way it roars through my body and explodes out of my cock. It’s like a storm, a tsunami, or any other natural disaster you can think of as it rushes from me, making my eyes roll back and my toes curl.

She wails out her own orgasm, her fingers pulling my hair so hard, her body thrashing under me, her pussy grabbing me like a fist. It’s insane, the coming of our bodies together, like a war, a battle, a fight over who can fall off the cliff faster and land harder on the ground.

“Fuck Zeph.”

“Keep going. Such a good girl. My fucking good girl.”

I say, claiming her mouth again, sucking on her tongue, biting it, making her growl into my mouth as she erupts around me once more.

“That’s it. So perfect. Choke my dick with your cunt.”

I’m rocking my hips, working her down, easing her from her climax, and she’s so beautiful all flushed and panting under me. I want nothing more than to lay on top of her, keeping my cock buried in her, but it all comes to an end when the house alarms ring and the overhead lights flash brightly.

The tones of a fire call shatter the silence around us, making her grab her ears and shake her head. I’m used to the racket, it has to be loud enough to wake us up, and I laugh a little snicker as I climb off her, yanking my pants off and throwing them on my bed to grab a pair of sweats from my little dresser.

“Baby, I’ve gotta go.”

I say as I quickly hustle into the grey sweatpants and adjust my still wet cock in them.

“Now?”

“Yeah.”

I laugh, pulling her up onto her feet, straightening out her dress.

“It’s my job.”

“What do I do?”

She asks, watching me stomp into my shoes and finger comb my hair.

“Come with. Just stay in the truck so I don’t have to worry about you.”

“I can do that?”

“Sure why not?”

I say, taking her hand and leading her to the pole in the middle of the room that goes through the floor and into the garage below, looking at her with a sly smile.

“Hmmm you on a pole…nice.”

“Ass.”

“Yep.”

I laugh, grabbing the slick metal and sliding down it, looking up at her, admiring the view as she follows suit and wraps those sexy thighs around it.

“Loosen your grip and let your body fall baby.”

I say to her, reaching up and giving her ankle a little tug.

“You’ve got it.”

She clumsily slides down, and wraps her arms around my neck, allowing me to pull her from the pole on a shrieking laugh. Her cheeks are bright red in her embarrassment on the not so gracious slide.

“Zeph!”

She laughs as I wrap her legs around my waist and carry her to the ladder truck, opening the side door.

“In baby.”

I say tossing her inside. She falls on her back into the seat right next to Marcus, who ogles her a little too much. I can see his eyes immediately go to her thighs where her dress rides up just a bit.

“If you touch her, it’ll be the last thing you do.”

I warn him, pointing to my eyes and then to him, showing him I’m watching even though I’ll be on the back of the truck where I belong.

I always ride on the back next to the captain. Not only has he been a father figure for me, and I get a little extra special treatment over the other guys, but I also need to be able to be the first one off the truck and into the fire. My brothers rely on my ability to find where they’re needed most.

Your crazy comes with a gift.

“Ugh. One I wish it didn’t.”

I grumble as I slam closed the cabin door and grab my gear from the captain’s hands.

He stands there shuffling his feet, waiting for me to step into my britches then sling my jacket on over my shoulders. The wince of pain when I shrug my upper half doesn’t go unnoticed, and I just shake my head at him to tell him to ignore it.

With my suspenders up and my coat on he helps me put on my tank and helmet, and in under two minutes I’m hanging off the back of the truck next to him, watching my woman through the sideview mirror.

We roll out of the garage with lights and sirens blazing, and two other trucks following behind us, another ladder truck, and the tanker that just an h our ago I watched my angel stroke with her dainty little fingers.

You’re never gonna look at that truck the same way.

“Nope.”

I say, popping the “P”

seeing my captain shake his head at me. He knows. He has to.

“Ready to do your thing?”

He asks, setting his hand on my shoulder, again seeing me grimace.

“Nothing’s gonna hold you back?”

“Nah. I’m good.”

I shout back to him over the wail of the siren and the deep honking of the horn.

“We rely on you, you know. You’d better not let this woman fuck with your head.”

“I’m already fucked in the head.”

I laugh, leaning against him, smiling a huge, real, genuine smile at the only man I have ever actually cared for.

“Well, yeah. Just don’t get MORE fucked up.”

“Yes Sir!”

I say, giving him a ridiculously crooked salute.

The fire is a raging inferno when we get to the scene. It’s a single house on a narrow street. Lined way to close with the other residences. Another company is already there with their hoses blasting, and their lights bouncing off all the homes flanking us on both sides. Cars on the street block the hydrants, as always, and make it difficult for us to maneuver down between them.

“Tuck it in!”

I call out to the captain as his leg comes precariously close to a pickup truck’s bumper.

He laughs and kicks the truck as we pass by, pointing his finger at it.

“Remind me to smash its windows when we’re done.”

“Aye aye, Captain.”

The heat from the blaze can be felt from half a block away, and it’s a scorcher, burning hotter than a regular residential fire.

“You feel that?”

I ask him, and he nods quietly, knowing as well as I what we’re about to be walking into.

“My money’s on crack.”

He shouts as we come to a stop, hopping off the back of the truck with me.

“Nah, that’s meth. It’s too hot not to be,”

I say, jogging up to the side of the truck with him, opening the door to talk to Phoenix.

“Baby stay in this truck and keep your head down. If this house blows, fall to the floor and cover yourself.”

I yell to her as I slam the door shut again and slap it, making sure it’s latched and safe.

She’ll be okay if she stays inside. She needs to. I can’t be worrying about her when I’m working. I need all of my focus on the bitch that rages inside the drug house. I can’t be distracted by thinking about what can happen to her because of some druggie’s fucking kitchen.

Then maybe you shouldn’t have brought her. How can we have fun if she’s here?

“Shut up.”

Adjusting my tank and putting my respirator in my mouth, I storm up to the house, my boots clunking loudly on the sidewalk as I stalk the bitch of a blaze.

“Hey, the fire whisperer is here.”

I hear one of the guys from the other station say as I push past him, ignoring his comment.

“You gonna talk to it or something.”

“Fuck you.”

I spit out around my mouth piece.

The front door is already open, and flames spew out from the warped frame. An acidic smell is in the air and it burns my eyes even past my mask. It’s the unmistakable smell of acetone and phenylephrine mixed together, the number two ingredients for crank, meth, ice, gak, whatever you want to call the crystalized shit that these guys cook up in their makeshift labs. It’s also highly explosive.

It doesn’t take a genius to figure out where the heart of the beast will lay. She’ll be amongst the tubs of chemicals and beakers of rocks. She’ll be weaving around the counters and rushing around on the floor like snakes slithering in a pit. Meth house fires are nasty bitches, but I’m nastier.

“Ready?”

I ask the voice in my head, the one who always guides me through all these fires. If nothing else, even if he drives me mad with his arguing and insane theories and words, he’s always seen me through this job. I hate him , but I don’t know what I would do without him .

Let’s rock and roll baby.