Page 9 of Redwood Blaze (Black Timber Peak Hotshots #1)
EIGHT
MILLIE
I brace my hands on the back of the couch and I lower over his cock. One inch at a time. Slowly I connect our bodies, until I’m seated against him.
“Fuck, Millie, baby. You’re so fucking tight.” His brow sparkles with a hint of sweat even before we start moving.
“You okay, Phoenix?”
His hands cup my face. “Never been better. But, um, it’s been a little while, so…”
I smile. “I know what you mean.”
I start to rock and every plant down his cock rubs my clit between his body and his long and hard dick.
We grind together, over and over. Our rhythm a wild mix of urgency and passion, leaving us gasping for air.
The walls I built around my heart begin to crumble as he whispers and murmurs almost incoherent word against my neck.
“Mine” and “so good” and “my everything” and “baby.” Every word sending sparks cascading down my spine. Our movements are reckless, but life feels far too precious to waste on hesitation tonight.
“Come with me, baby,” he says, his voice hoarse, his eyes dark. “Millie, fuck…”
I let nature take over. Every filament of my being scintillates.
The weight of my past, the scars of my heart, they’re still there, but this is a reclamation of me and my future.
Each touch is a promise that I can trust again.
That there is love hidden in the chaos of this world.
The fears outside fade away, leaving just the sound of our racing hearts and the frantic rhythm of our bodies, clapping together over and over.
His hand sneaks between us and his long dexterous finger brushes my clit.
Once.
Twice.
And three times.
And I’m sent into the stars.
My lips crash to his as I frantically ride his cock through a long fall and then just when I think I’m safe, another fall over a deeper edge when he drives deeper and harder, reaching his own bliss and releasing everything he has.
Our breathing is harsh and labored. I lay my head against his shoulder, our bodies still connected as if we break the connection something bad will happen.
And it just might.
I hear the noise. Rusty’s arm falls from my waist as I sit up on the couch. “Rusty,” I shake him. “Rusty!” I whisper into his ear and he smiles.
“Hey baby, hmmm.” He snuggles into my neck.
“I think there’s someone outside.”
His eyes pop open. “Shit.” He sits up.
We both decided it was probably smarter to put our clothes back on. And now I’m thinking that was the better choice, even if I really wanted to sleep in his arms naked, pressed to his long and lanky body.
I swear he’s some kind of drug because I’m finding him ultra-addictive. My pussy pulses remembering to last night’s session right here on the couch. I’ve never been to heights like that.
Certainly not with Gideon. He was a get in, get off, get out kind of guy and if I wanted to get there, I had to prep myself and then he would do his thing and if I got there, great. But if not, well, it certainly wasn’t his fault.
But I could see in Rusty’s face that he was holding out. Waiting for me to get mine before he would get his. And damn, did I get it. I got the sizzle from the tips of my toes to the roots of my hair. Everything standing at attention while fireworks burst from inside of me.
There’s a scratchy sound and a weird squeak.
“There it is again,” I whisper.
My phone buzzes on the coffee table.
Rusty contacted Cole and let him know that we’re safe, but now I’m starting to wonder if we really are.
I lift my phone and read.
Gideon: Until you come out of hiding, I’ll kill one of your fire buddies every hour.
I’ve got nothing better to do. So why don’t you be the “hero” you always thought you were and meet me at the corner of Third and Valley Streets in this shithole of a town?
They can live and you can pay for what you did to me.
“Rusty…” I hand over the phone and he reads it.
“Well, it’s probably not him outside the cabin then, but this guy is a piece of fuckin’ work.”
“And he’ll only escalate if I don’t go.”
“Baby, the guys aren’t at HQ, almost all are in the field and we can have them go on lockdown. Cole texted me last night that they found Trav at the base of the lookout. He repelled the hundred-ten feet like damn James Bond . ”
That sounds about right. Trav is a hundred percent adrenaline junkie.
“Is he going to be okay?”
“He’s in surgery for a bullet to his shoulder, but he should be okay. The bigger problem is that damn fire. It spread to the north and is threatening a couple of houses.”
“You need to go.” I stand and gather his things.
“No, I can’t leave you.”
“He obviously doesn’t know where I am, so yes, you can. I’ll be fine here.”
Rusty stands and paces the floor. “If I go, you have to promise me to stay inside. Do not go outside.”
“I promise.” I cross my heart, holding onto my necklace afterwards. I’m hoping it is a good luck talisman.
“And you have to check in every hour.”
“I’ll do that.” I can see the care and caution in his face. He’s really thinking about what to do. “Rusty… Callum…”
He stops pacing.
I stand and meet him the middle of the floor, his arms wrapping me before I could even know to want it. I look up into his eyes, they almost make me change my mind, but I won’t. He’s needed.
But when do I get to need him like the forest does?
“Honey, I’ll be okay. You know I don’t want to be anywhere near him. I’m sure that Sheriff Dunning is looking out for that vehicle he stole. They’ll get him.”
His mouth opens and closes five times before he shrugs. “Okay. The guys probably need the help and if you’re just here chilling out. I want to be out there.”
And there it is.
He’s a fighter… a firefighter… a hotshot. An elite member of a brother— and sister— hood of firefighters with a purpose and passion in his blood, from his family to his training, to want to be in the thick of the action. It’s an adrenaline rush like no other.
He sits next to me on the couch. “Last night was fucking… well, it was fucking… but it was also fucking amazing.”
My chest bounces with amusement. “It really was. Callum, I think you’ve been building me back brick by brick, piece by piece without me realizing it. I’m truly feeling like my old self again.” I hold up a hand. “Well, without the crazy ex still being a pain in my ass shit.”
Rusty smiles that crooked, cocky smirk. “I knew you would be worth the wait, Millie. You’re special and I’ll always treat you with the respect whether it’s at work, around town, or in the privacy of our own bedroom.”
I slide a hand down his neck and over his solid chest, just feeling what I dreamed of touching for so long. “Let’s plan to take a real vacation with each other.”
He kisses the tip of my nose. “That’s a deal.” And then he sighs, long and hard. “Okay, I gotta go.”
And he does.