Page 41 of Horn in My Side

MAL

Mal pulled into the driveway, then cut off the engine of the truck. “We’re here.”

Jasmine remained still, her gaze fixed outside the window.

Tension seeped out from Mal with a long exhale, relieved that she finally looked like her usual calm self.

The sight of her earlier, hair disheveled, face pale, and tears streaking down her cheeks, had both shocked and frightened him.

He still could not believe she’d charged into an active fire scene, just to make sure he was okay.

Mal had just finished his work for the day when the text alert came about the fire on Maple Avenue.

Nick had signed him up for the alerts as soon as he joined, but he mentioned that he didn’t have to respond until he had attended at least one more Thursday evening training session.

However, when the alert said it was a three-alarm fire, he knew there was no way Dewberry Falls’s one truck could handle it.

Figuring he could help in some way, he drove over to the scene.

Good thing too, because the fire was massive.

With the training still fresh in his mind, he had managed to assist in setting up the hoses and other equipment and in giving basic first aid to the injured victims. He had been helping an old man who had sprained an ankle when the man told Mal about his neighbors who were trapped inside, a single mom and her two daughters.

Mal had tried to tell someone about them, but everyone was too busy trying to control the blaze before it spread to the nearby buildings.

It was then he decided to go in himself. Thankfully, the mom and kids were only on the third floor, and he managed to get them out safely, encapsulating them in his magnetic shield before the collapse, and escaping with only minor injuries himself.

For a brief moment, though, he almost thought he wouldn’t make it. And as the heat washed over him and the debris rained down, one single thought permeated his brain.

“Jasmine?”

She started, head whipping toward him. “Huh?”

“We’re here.”

“Here?” Doe eyes blinked slowly. “Oh.”

“Yeah.” Reaching out, he brushed at a spot of dirt on her cheek.

Before he could pull away, her hand covered his, pressing his fingers so his claws raked her skin.

Jasmine turned her head slightly so she could brush her lips against his palm.

The intimacy of it sent his hearts into a nervous flutter.

She opened her eyes, as if shocked by her own actions. “I’m sorry. And sorry for overreacting today—” Scrambling away from him, she flattened herself against the passenger side door, gaze averted to her lap.

“No, don’t be sorry for that. Jasmine, look at me.” Brown eyes like translucent marble met his. “Thank you. But you didn’t have to go all the way there.”

“Of course I had to. Mal, I was so worried.”

He scuttled toward her. “I’m here—nothing happened. Jasmine.”

A small, relieved smile tugged at her mouth. “Yeah, thank the Mother Goddess.” She took in a deep breath then exhaled. “Well, I’m— mmph! ”

Mal couldn’t help himself as he covered her mouth with a kiss. The impact of it all—the adrenaline rush, his brush with death, Jasmine worrying over him, and the feeling of being alive—punched him in the gut, and that energy had to go somewhere.

Her mouth opened in a moan, allowing him to snake his tongue between her lips to taste her and breathe her in. Small hands came up to grip at his shoulders, pushing him back on the seat so she could settle onto his lap. The skirt of her dress hitched up around her thighs invitingly.

“Mal, I don’t want to wait.”

“Hmmm?” He sought her lips again, unwilling to stop kissing her until he’d had his fill. Maybe by next week, he’d let her lips go.

“Mal.” Her hands cupped his jaw to pull him away and grab his attention. “I said, I don’t want to wait.”

“Wait for what?”

She bore down on him, her heat rubbing over his half-swollen cock, her panties and his pants and underwear the only barrier between them.

His shaft twitched at the sensation, growing impossibly large in such a short amount of time, and he went dizzy from the lack of blood in his brain. Or maybe it was just Jasmine.

“Our third date. Mal, please. I need you now .”

His hearts crashed together. “I don’t want to wait, either.” Excitement pulsed through him, and his erection surged. “Let’s go inside.”

“Mal—Oh!”

Flinging the door open, he slid out the driver’s side, all the while keeping Jasmine’s legs wrapped round him as he marched them in through the back door.

“Please, Mal,” she whined. “Now, now.”

“Jasmine, I want to take my time and go slow—” Her fingers dug into his scalp, giving his hair a healthy tug.

“Take me here, Mal.” Reaching for the hem of her top, she whipped it over her head.

Mal groaned at the sight of her gorgeous tits encased in black lace. “Jasmine, we’re almost—”

“Now.” Her tone was demanding. “I need to feel you inside me now.”

“Jasmine, I . . . I didn’t buy any condoms yet.” He’d meant to pick some up, but since Friday was still days away, he hadn’t thought he’d need them so soon.

“It’s okay. I’m on the pill,” she said. “Please, Mal . . .”

Fuck. With a hoarse grunt, he placed her on the kitchen countertop so she sat facing him. “Here? You want me to give you my cock raw, right here?”

Her pupils blew out. “Yes. Quick and rough. Slow later.”

The fact that she was shaking with need and could barely put a whole sentence together only made him even harder.

“Yes, Jasmine.” He slid his hands up her thighs, pushing her skirt up, claws trailing across her skin. “Whatever you want, Jasmine.” Hooking the tips of his talons into the waistband of her panties, he tore through the fabric as if it were wet paper, leaving her pretty pussy bare.

His mouth founds hers in a rough kiss as he unzipped his pants.

Taking out his now painfully erect cock, he spread his natural lube around her nether lips, coating her with the sticky substance to ensure she was wet and ready for him.

Hauling her closer to the edge of the counter, he notched the tip of his ridged cock against her flesh.

Her breath hitched as the head prodded at her.

Mal gritted his teeth as he pushed in. She was tight, too tight, and he could barely stop himself from coming right away.

Slow , he told himself. Take your time.

Jasmine, however, seemingly impatient with his pace, pushed her hips at him and let out a needy whine.

“I know, ashak’a,” he soothed. “Can’t go too fast yet. Just give me a second.” Bracing himself, he rocked into her, stretching her. The first couple inches, he was sure this wouldn’t work, but eventually, he managed to ease all the way in. Still, she felt impossibly snug around him.

“Relax, Jasmine.” Bending his head down, he nuzzled between her breasts, breathing in her sweet perfume. Moving up, he licked a path to her neck, his mouth teasing her flesh until she was squirming. “That’s it.” Her passage eased. “What a good girl you are. You take my cock so well.”

“Mal—Mal!” She squealed as he pulled back and thrust into her, her eyes glazing over. “Oh, Mal . . . you . . . incredible. Please. Now.”

Mal really liked this incoherent-with-lust version of Jasmine. Encouraged, he began to pound into her. Her pussy walls squeezed at him, the friction and heat driving him to fuck her harder, not caring about the burning in his thighs as he continued his punishing pace.

“That’s it, Jasmine,” he growled into her ear. “You’re doing so good. I’ve been dreaming about you for weeks. Wondering how that sweet pussy would feel around my cock. You like it, don’t you?”

She whined in agreement. “Yes . . . Mal . . . oh please, oh please.”

“Look at me.”

Her gaze lifted, brown doe eyes filled with lust locking with his. Slipping his hands under her ass, he lifted her higher, her knees digging into his hips at just the right angle so he could shove up into her, right where he knew the ridges of his cock would hit her G-spot.

She braced her hands on his shoulders, hips pistoning downwards to meet his thrusts. “Don’t . . . stop . . . Mal . . . gonna . . .” Her nails clawed into his skin, which would probably leave a scratch, but he didn’t care. In fact, he relished the idea of her marking him.

“That’s it, Jasmine,” he said as he drilled into her. “Make yourself come on my cock.”

Her entire body seized as her inner walls gripped at him, then began to convulse. She screamed his name, babbling some sort of prayer to the Mother Goddess and ancestors as she writhed in his arms, shaking with pleasure.

Seeing her come so beautifully broke his control.

Gripping her hips tight, he bucked into her, working harder than he’d ever worked before.

Pure pleasure burst from the bottom of his spine, his balls tightening as he came hard.

Jasmine’s knees released their grip on his hips, and he set her back down on the counter.

His palms slapped loudly on granite as he braced himself, his breathing coming in short gasps as his hearts continued a steady, pounding pace in his chest.

She buried her face in his neck. “That was . . .”

“I know.” Despite his limbs feeling like wet noodles, he managed to wrap an arm around her waist. “Was that what you wanted?” He kissed her damp temple.

“Oh yeah.”

“Good.” Holding his breath, he withdrew from her, his seed spilling between them, a few drops spurting upwards to hit her belly. “Ahh.” He made a move to remove his shirt, but she stopped him.

“No, don’t clean it up.” Her eyes darkened. “I like it.”

His still-hard cock throbbed again. “We should shower, though. The fire . . . I must stink.”

Her nose wrinkled. “I was too busy being horny to notice.”

Mal let out a laugh, then picked her up. “Come on, let’s wash off together.”

He carried her all the way to the bathroom in his bedroom.

Despite the fact that he’d just had the most powerful orgasm in his life, the sight of Jasmine’s wet, slippery naked breasts were enough to get him hard again.

Thankfully, the steam in the shower hid his erection.

While he wanted to take her again, he knew she had to be sore.

Though she tried to hide it, he had seen her wince a few times as she soaped up.

“Oh, this feels amazing,” she moaned as he wrapped her in a fresh towel. “Thank you, Mal.”

“You’re very welcome.” He dried himself off with his own towel.

“Thank the Mother Goddess my apartment is only ten steps away from yours,” she said as she faced the mirror and dried her hair with the towel.

“Hmm? What are you talking about?”

She nodded at the discarded skirt on the floor and smiled wryly at him. “I don’t have to worry about getting back to my place tonight without my panties on.”

“Your place? Don’t you want to stay here?” A strange sensation pooled in his gut at the idea that she wanted to leave.

The towel stilled and she slowly spun round. “You . . . want me to stay the night?” she asked, her voice small and unsure. “I thought maybe you didn’t—”

“Of course I want you to stay, ashak’a . ” He wasn’t sure what gave her the impression that he would just tell her to pack up and go home, not after the intense lovemaking session they’d just had. “Stay with me, Jasmine. I want to sleep with you in my arms.”

Her eyes went all dreamy. “Then yes, I’ll stay.”