Page 13 of Up in a Blaze (Polished P & P #4)

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

HENRI

F or once, Blaze and I were at home in the kitchen cooking together before we headed into Polished. Actually, Blaze was doing all the work while I admired him.

“Do you remember the first time you cooked for me?” I asked, moving over to pull myself up onto the counter to sit beside him.

His lips twitched. “You thought I was a burglar and raced into the kitchen holding an umbrella.”

Rolling my eyes, I kicked out at him. “It was all I had close by.”

“At least when I looked over, you were holding it like a baseball bat ready to swing.”

“It was your fault I was scared to begin with. Who breaks into someone’s house to cook for them?”

“I do.”

Yes, he did.

“We were still testing the waters between us.”

He scoffed. “We were set in stone.”

“It had only been a week.”

“A week where I’d spent every night at your place fucking you.”

“Well, yes, but you can’t honestly say you knew I was the one for you within a week.”

“I did.”

I shoved at his arm when he just kept chopping. “Blaze.”

He sighed and finally quit cutting to look at me. “Are you telling me you never believed me all those times I said I fell for you instantly?”

Eyes widening, I opened my mouth and closed it. He couldn’t be for real. I had definitely been taken with him, but I didn’t love him straightaway.

“You are messing with me,” I said.

He placed the knife down and slipped between my legs, hands cupping my hips.

“Guess you’ve never believed me when I’ve told you this many times before, but I’ll reiterate again that I fell the day you found me in that alleyway.

You didn’t know me, and I was a large, injured man.

Yet, you were willing to help me. To annoy me back to health.

” I slapped his chest before he went on.

“Then, besides some family members—” His jaw clenched, and I knew he was thinking of his sister and how the rest of the no-good people who fell apart after she was murdered acted like Blaze wasn’t there and alive.

He kissed my nose. “I’ve never had a lover show me that type of care.

There was just something about you in that moment.

My dark heart connected to yours. Why do you think I kept coming back every night? ”

“But….” He picked his business over me. When I overheard his call about how he could get his customer a healthy kidney, I had given him the choice. Work or me. He walked away that night and broke my heart, even though I saw it caused him pain to do so.

His jaw clenched before he nodded. “Yeah, I’ll forever live with regret for leaving the only man I’ve ever loved.

I told you it was one of the stupidest moments in my life, where I thought you were trying to control me, and I…

fucked if I know. I felt like I needed to prove to myself that I didn’t love you as much as I did.

Prove that you weren’t my heart and soul.

So, I rebelled in the worst way by losing you.

It didn’t take me long to realize you were just telling me that what I did wasn’t something you could live with.

You gave me a choice, and I picked wrong. ”

I slid my hands up his chest. “Mon amour, I know how much you regret that. We’re not talking about that. You have shown me in many ways that I am your world. I just couldn’t believe that you loved me in that first moment.”

“Well, I did, and you don’t have to believe it.

I just know in myself that you had my heart in the palm of your hand the moment I saw you in that alleyway.

I hate that we missed so much time together.

That I watched you from afar and didn’t force myself back into your life like I should have.

But I was scared that you wouldn’t have me, that you couldn’t possibly love me like I did you. ”

“My beautiful beast, you are my air. I need you to live. I need you every day, all day, and nothing will change that. It may sound cheesy, mon amour, but we do complete each other.”

He hid his grin against my neck where he then kissed. “Very cheesy.”

I lightheartedly shoved his shoulder before I wrapped my arms around his neck. “I love you.”

His hands squeezed at my hips, and my cock took notice, thickening. “You’ve got all my love, firecracker. Even when you’re a pain.”

I bit his shoulder. “I am never a pain.”

He straightened, so I shifted my hands to his waist, clutching his tee. His brow cocked. “Remember when I had to pick you up and carry you out of that shop?”

I gaped, then huffed. “That woman wouldn’t stop ogling you.

I had to give her a piece of my mind. I did it for all other couples in the world who do not wish for their partner to be eye fucked while trying to find clothes.

” I huffed and then smirked. “What about the time we were in the bedding department, and you nearly suffocated me with a pillowcase?”

“You’re too good-looking. I either had to cover your face or remove the guy’s eyes.”

Snorting, I smirked. “We are as bad as each other.”

“Because we don’t like sharing or people staring at what belongs to us?”

“Oui, that, mon amour.”

He cupped my jaw, tipping my head back as his gaze ran over my face. His thumb slipped up and into my mouth where I sucked around it.

His gaze locked onto my mouth. “You could’ve been with anyone.”

My teeth dug into the base of his thumb before I gripped his wrist and drew it out to hold it between my hands. “I saw no one but you.”

“You should have your head checked.”

Laughing, I squeezed his hips between my legs. “My mind is perfectly normal.” Blaze raised a brow, and I scowled. “It is.”

He stayed silent, watching me, annoying me.

“Fine. I’m not exactly normal, but no one is.”

His lips twitched as he nodded once. “No one is.”

“You’re lucky I love you. No one else would put up with this.”

He chuckled, fingers threading into my hair before he yanked me close. He claimed my mouth roughly, thrusting his tongue between my lips to slide and play with my own. I hooked my legs around the back of his and clawed at his tee, wishing to tear it from his stunning body.

For the rest of my life, I would love every kiss, every touch.

His fingers worked at my jeans until he got them undone. He pulled back to watch his hand dip in to drag my cock free.

A moan fell from me when he dribbled saliva down over the head of my prick. I loved when he did that. Blaze wound his palm around my dick, spreading his spit while jacking me off.

“Mon amour,” I breathed, leaning my back to the wall and flicking my gaze from his face to his hand around me, over and over.

“What, firecracker?”

“I am not spilling over your hand….”

He smirked. “Then what does my greedy man need?” He trickled more spittle out and down, rubbing it into my skin.

“Non, I mean… I am not spilling over your hand unless you are buried in my ass first.”

He chuckled. The beast. “We can make that happen.” I lost his hand around my cock because both went to the waist of my pants. I lifted and he tugged them down my legs, pulling them all the way off with my underwear and throwing them to the kitchen floor.

“What about the food?”

He snorted. “I’ll be eating in a minute.”

Laughing, I shook my head, but then gasped when he palmed my cock again. “Not what I meant, mon amour.”

“I can clean and fix dinner later. My firecracker wants my attention. I’ve got to give it.”

Nodding, I panted and spread my legs more when he teased my balls in his big palm. A finger rubbed at my taint, teasing toward my hole, all while he jacked me off.

“Fuck me,” I demanded.

I lost his hands and glowered up at him.

“Who’s in charge?”

“Fuck you, you big ogre.” His brow rose. “Mon amour,” I whined.

He turned away and went to the kitchen table.

“Please, ma bête. I’ll be good. You can just use my hole however you like.”

He picked up a chair and brought it back to place it against the counter. He went for another and did the same. One for each foot.

“Stand and face the wall. Offer me your ass because I’m hungry.”

My groan was strained, almost painful with the desire rushing through me. My legs shook a little, but I managed to stand, turn, and bend over, hands to the counter, cheek to the wall.

I presented my ass to my controlling ogre.

Since he was tall, like the beast he was, my hole was at mouth level. He didn’t waste time, diving right in. His hands parted my cheeks, tongue licking over my puckered hole.

I started to reach for my cock as he ate at my hole, but he slapped my hand away.

“Not yours to touch,” he clipped, nipping at my ass cheek. I squirmed and cursed at him in French, but he chuckled into my crack while licking and tonguing.

My cock ached, wanting attention.

I glanced down and saw he was just as hard under his jeans.

That beautiful cock would soon be buried in my ass. I whimpered and groaned, slamming my eyes closed when his grip on my hips tightened. He’d shoved his mouth and nose right in there.

Devouring me like he loved to.

This man was made for me. He was relentless with the attention he spent on my ass. Totally focused like he had all the time in the world. My legs trembled, toes curled, and I bit down on a gasp so hard, my teeth ached.

“Mon amour, please, I need you. Please, ma bête.”

He took one long swipe over my hole, before pulling back. “Stay still.” He undid his jeans and got rid of his tee before he pulled a lube packet out of his pocket. He tore it open and poured half over my ring and the rest over his cock. He threw the packet to the floor and ordered, “Come here.”

My stomach fluttered as I turned and jumped. He caught me easily, like I weighed nothing, with his hands pawing at my ass. “Lock those legs.”

I wound them around his waist, linking my feet.

“Use me. Fuck my hole and mark it as yours. Do what you want with me, mon amour. I am yours,” I told him, peppering kisses over his face and neck.

His growl was harsh and low. When I leaned back, holding onto his neck, he pressed my ass down, using his fingers to push his cock into place so he could enter me.

I bore down and still it stung from his girth, but I loved the pain mixed with pleasure each and every time.

“Christ,” he clipped before his jaw clenched.

My ass squeezed around his dick snugly as he pushed all the way in.

Biting my lip, I ran my gaze over his body. Muscles straining in ways that were such a turn-on that I shivered.

“Goddamn, firecracker, you feel fuckin’ good.”

Nodding, I gasped when he pulled me off his cock and thrust back in, hitting my prostate. “Yes, mon amour. Just there. Just like that.” My cock leaked between us, all over his stomach and my groin.

His fingers dug into my flesh, and he fucked me faster up and down his cock, using my hole to pleasure himself.

“Who do you belong to?”

“You,” I panted.

“Who owns you?”

“Always you.”

“Mine to use, to fuck however I want. Christ, you were made for my cock. To keep it warm and wet, like the little slut you are.”

“Amour,” I cried out, coming apart on his cock. My cum splashed down over us both.

“Jesus,” he drew out. “Fuck, that’s it. Milk my cock.” He groaned, slamming in and out of me, and as he finished emptying inside me, I curled against his chest.

Lazily, I kissed his shoulder blade. My ass gripped him nicely as he slowly withdrew from me. I felt some of his seed drip to the floor.

“Bath or shower?” he asked.

My stomach rumbled.

He chuckled. The laugh was quick but enough to warm me all over. “Quick clean, then I’ll feed you before we take a bath.”

My sweet beast, wanting to take care of me. I would never tire of his attention.

“We don’t have to linger for a bath, mon amour. I know you want to get to the office as soon as possible.” I kissed his chest again. “Thank you for this time together.”

“Fuck, firecracker, don’t thank me. You deserve more. Tech has shit sorted for now, so we’re taking a bath after we eat. Let me take care of you.”

I sighed happily, brushing my cheek against his big, wide chest. “You know I won’t say no, but as long as you’re sure.”

He grunted and released my ass. I dropped my feet to the floor, my legs wobbling a little. They always did after a good, hard fucking.

Blaze stroked his hand up and down my back, waiting until I was steady. He went to my jeans and pulled out my boxers. When he handed them to me, he told me to wait before I put them on. He disappeared for a moment only to reappear with a warm cloth.

“Turn,” he ordered.

When I did, placing my hands on the chair at the counter, he swiped the cloth over my sensitive hole, making me hum. I would still leak, but it would do for now. Besides, sometimes I liked feeling his cum slicken me up.

He threw the material to the floor toward the laundry room and kissed my shoulder before wrapping me up in his arms. I liked basking in the aftercare my beautiful beast gave me. He made me all warm and fuzzy on the inside, and he’d admitted he got that same feeling too when he took care of me.

See, we really were made for each other.