Fire on the Mountain

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by Christelle Mirin


  Johnny reached his hand out, placing it on Bobby’s arm. Bobby hesitated, stopping. “I’d do anything for her,” Johnny said, Rose’s footsteps heading up the stairs the only other sound in the house. “I don’t know what your intentions are in this thing we’ve started but you’d better not hurt her.”

  The corner of Bobby’s mouth quirked up. “I’ve never met anyone like her. I want to know more. I won’t hurt her.”

  “Well, just be warned.” Johnny dropped his hand and followed Rose up the stairs. When he reached her bedroom, he was greeted with the sight of her sweet, round ass as she bent over the huge bathtub that was tucked under the eaves at one end of her huge bedroom. The water was running in the tub and she straightened, turning toward him.

  Lifting the hem of her shirt, she whipped it off over her head then reached around to unhook her bra. Smiling at him, she let her bra slide off her arms, her firm breasts finally released for his pleasure. “Join me in the tub. I need to wash off all this work I’ve done today.”

  Bobby came up behind him. “Will the three of us fit in there?”

  “Yeah.” Johnny didn’t take his eyes off Rose, who was settling into the tub. He stripped off his clothes and kicked them across the floor. Without wasting a minute, he swung his leg over the edge of the tub and slid in beside her, his feet near her bottom, his back against the other end of the tub.

  She took a wash cloth from the ledge above the tub and grabbed the bar of soap from the side. Then she began languidly lathering herself. “Come on, Sheriff. We’re waiting. I need someone to wash my back.”

  Johnny couldn’t believe it but he was already getting hard again. He scooted to the side, lifting Rose’s legs so that he could wrap them around his own and make room for Bobby. A minute later, the three of them were in the tub and the water, warm and delicious, lapped around Rose’s waist. Johnny reached behind himself and turned the water off. He didn’t want it above those beautiful breasts of hers, his eyes feasting on her luscious body.

  Rose smiled at him, lather foaming over her breasts. “I love you, Johnny. You know that, right?”

  He ran his hands up her legs, her skin slick and wet under the water. “I love you, Rose.”

  And it was the truth. His love for her was unconditional. Anything she wanted, he would do. Including adding a third person to their relationship.

  “Are you okay with Bobby joining us? I want to get this out in the open right here, right now,” Rose said, raising her arms and running her wet hands through her hair to push it back from her rosy-cheeked face.

  “I’m fine with it, if that’s what you want.”

  She looked at Bobby. “Do you think you could join in a three-some? And I don’t mean just for today.”

  Bobby sighed, one arm resting on the edge of the tub. He was sitting beside Rose, his feet alongside Johnny’s hip. “What are you proposing? A lasting relationship?”

  “Maybe,” she said coyly.

  “I would consider it.” Bobby smiled down at her. “If you’re included in the bargain.”

  She grinned slyly up at him. “Still want to arrest me?”

  “I might.” Bobby leaned over and kissed her lightly on the lips. “We’ll discuss it later.” He fished the wash cloth from beneath the soapy water and began running it slowly over her breasts.

  Rose leaned back and clasped her hands behind her head, one foot running up Johnny’s chest. Damn, she’s one hot woman. Johnny caught her foot with his hands, massaging it. He’d never seen her with another man before. He had always known she wasn’t a woman who would be satisfied with one man and he was okay with it. She’d been with other men before, but never in front of him. This was something unusual and different. To his surprise, he was enjoying it. Watching Bobby tweak Rose’s nipples while he washed her, and hearing her tiny gasps every time he did it, Johnny wanted to see more of this. He wanted to watch while Bobby brought her to orgasm. Johnny wanted to be looking right into her eyes when she came.

  *

  Bobby couldn’t believe what he was doing.

  For some odd reason, he had just slapped handcuffs on Rose after he realized what was in the bucket she was carrying and he hadn’t even asked her if she had a permit to run an independent distillery. He basically just wanted to see her in cuffs, her wrists bound behind her back. She was a feisty little thing from what he had seen and he’d secretly hoped she would give him a struggle so he’d have a chance to put his hands on her.

  Bobby was shocked when things had turned a very different direction than what he had expected. But his initial shock wore off quickly as soon as he sampled Rose’s lips.

  Sheriff Bobby Shepherd had never treated a prisoner like he was treating Rose Bloom. Never had the inclination to either, always taking his position with seriousness and respect. Many women had propositioned him to try to avoid arrest, some of them even invading his dreams after he’d taken his badge off at the end of the day, but noon of them had succeeded in their seduction.

  Until today.

  Rose Bloom had cast a spell on him and he’d be damned if he didn’t drop his defenses for this small, blonde beauty.

  If he was honest with himself, Rose hadn’t really decided to seduce him. She had flirted, true, but it was he who had made the first move. He’d think about his reasons later. Right now, he was going to live fully in the moment and explore the tight lithe body she was so willingly offering him.

  Bobby fished the bar of soap out of the bath water and lathered up the washcloth again. Then he proceeded to lovingly cleanse the firm, round globes of her breasts, twirling the pebbled pink nipples every chance he got. As he watched her arch her back, pressing her tits into his hand, his cock twitched. He couldn’t wait to be buried deep inside her hot wetness again.

  *

  The water sloshed up Johnny’s chest when Rose dropped her arms from over her head and pulled Bobby down into a deep kiss.

  Johnny had been massaging one of her feet while watching Bobby use the washcloth to tease her nipples into tight little rosebuds. Right now, her toes were curling as she deepened the kiss. He used his thumb to stroke the bottom of her foot but his eyes were on their mouths.

  Rose opened her mouth, moaning when Bobby thrust his tongue inside. Bobby caught her chin in his hand and devoured her hungrily, their tongues dueling. Rose threw her hand back, grabbing the edge of the tub, her toes stiffening straight, then flexing again.

  Johnny’s breathing grew deeper, watching Bobby as his hand left her chin to squeeze her breast. Johnny ran one hand up her leg, feeling the deep trembling in the muscle of her thigh when he rested his palm there.

  “Oh Jesus, Bobby,” she murmured, pulling his head away. She sent her hand to the back of his head, cupping it, then pulled him down to suck at her nipple.

  God damn. Johnny’s cock jerked when she caught her bottom lip between her teeth and groaned, her eyes locked on his. She was turned on by having him watch her and he had to admit, it was one erotic show.

  Running her fingers through Bobby’s hair as he nuzzled at her breast, she gazed at Johnny with bright blue eyes. “We’re okay, aren’t we, Johnny?” she asked. Then she made an “mmm” sound and lowered her eyelids slightly. She was enjoyed what Bobby was doing to her with his mouth.

  Johnny leaned forward, sending his hand from her thigh to her clean-shaven mound. Using his thumb, he slid it into her cleft and found her clit. “We’re just peachy, baby,” he said, giving her pearl a stroke.

  She drew in a sharp breath in response, then smiled. “Good.” Catching Bobby’s head between her hands, she pulled him up. Her breast came from his mouth with a soft “pop”.

  Johnny gave her clit one more flick of his thumb and chuckled when she jerked. She raised an eyebrow at him and asked, “Can I?”

  He had a good idea of what she was talking about so he nodded his head, giving her permission to gain any pleasure she could from this strange meeting.

  Rose’s face bloomed pink and she looked down a
t Bobby. “Fuck me, Sheriff.”

  Bobby didn’t argue. He turned, glancing at Johnny. “Is there room for this in here?”

  Johnny sat up a bit and reached for Rose’s hand. “Come here, baby.”

  When he was finished positioning her, she was straddled over his hips, her hands braced on his shoulders. She started to ease herself down on his cock, which was hard as stone, but he stopped her. “No, Rose. I want to watch him make you come.” He glanced up at Bobby who was kneeling on his knees behind Rose, one leg on either side of Johnny’s outstretched legs. This position pushed Rose’s legs extremely wide.

  Johnny controlled his breathing, his hands resting on Rose’s upper arms. He was going to focus on watching the changes in her as she ramped up from “turned on” to “explosion”. He’d never been able to do this before, his own orgasm always clouding his vision. He hoped he could keep from blowing his cream all over her just by watching her in the throes of passion.

  *

  Rose was having the best day of her life—handcuffs included.

  Her hands braced on Johnny’s shoulders, the lukewarm bath water just barely lapped at her nipples.

  Bobby placed one hand flat against the small of her back and pressed down.

  She arched slightly and he guided the head of his thick shaft into her pussy. She sucked in a breath through her nostrils, biting her lower lip, as she shoved back, taking him almost to the hilt.

  “Look in my eyes, Rose,” Johnny said from his position below her. “Don’t look away and don’t close your eyes.”

  What was he up to? Whatever it was, Johnny was being awfully accepting about adding a third person to their sexual relationship. She was curious about whether or not he would be just as agreeable including Bobby in their emotional, romantic relationship. There was something about Sheriff Bobby Shepherd that drew her. Rose wasn’t quite sure whether it was his uniform or the air of authority she found herself linked to but right now it didn’t matter. She’d figure it out later.

  Bobby placed one hand on her hip, the other still pressing against the small of her back.

  “Don’t look away,” Johnny reminded her.

  Rose wet her lips with her tongue.

  Bobby slowly withdrew, then eased back into her pussy.

  Rose gazed into Johnny’s eyes, Bobby’s cock grazing her most special spot hidden deep inside. Her legs were spread wide, her knees pressing against the sides of the tub. “Hold onto me, Johnny,” she said, Bobby sliding in and out of her, stretching her pussy with his thick cock. The pressure of his hand on her back kept her slightly arched, her pelvis in the perfect position for enhanced pleasure.

  Every time Bobby impaled her, his cock rubbed her G spot, causing her insides to tremble, tightening like an overwound spring.

  Rose parted her lips, her breath becoming a soft pant. Her vision was getting a little cloudy as she struggled to focus on Johnny. She dug her fingers into Johnny’s shoulders.

  Bobby groaned behind her and quickened his pace. “She’s so tight. So wet.” He groaned again.

  The water splashed violently around them. Waves licked her breasts as they swayed and bounced heavily, her climbing up through her pussy to her chest.

  “Are you ready to come, Rose?” Johnny asked.

  She shook her head, fighting the urge to explode. “More,” she rasped, slamming her ass backward to meet Bobby’s forward thrust. “Argh!” she groaned, wet skin slapping wet skin resounding in her ears.

  “No holding back,” Johnny said. “I want you to come and come hard.”

  Johnny’s hands disappeared from her upper arms. He shoved one hand between them and caught her clit in his fingers, using the other to tweak her taut nipple.

  She bit her lip, her eyelids drifting lower.

  “You look all dreamy-eyed, Rose. You are beautiful.” Johnny smiled and shuddered. “Now, come.” Saying that, he milked her clit between two fingers, tugging it deliciously while Bobby drove deep into her pussy and filled her with his hot seed.

  Her world shattered in a loud explosion and she threw her head back, screaming her passion in animalistic release.

  Johnny gasped below her then something warm and creamy splashed onto her stomach.

  Rose rocked backward, then forward, her body running on basic instincts as she rode the last tremblings of her orgasm.

  “I swear the earth moved just now,” Bobby said, rising from behind her.

  Rose’s arms gave out and she slid down into the water beside Johnny. “I think that sound you heard was my body exploding in ecstasy,” she said, beginning to shiver. The water was now cold and she was ready to get out of this tub. If her rubbery legs would hold her.

  Bobby stood, a towel wrapped around his hips, looking out her bedroom window. “Where exactly is your still located?”

  Rose pushed against Johnny’s chest, leaning up. “In the woods to the west.”

  Bobby turned and strode across the floor and grabbed his pants. “I hate to say it but I know now what that explosion was and it wasn’t your sweet, little body.”

  Rose stood up, grabbing a towel from the shelf above the tub. “The still,” she said, her heart thudding.

  Bobby fastened his belt. “I think it just blew up.”

  Chapter Seven

  Bobby shrugged his shirt over his shoulders, running down the stairs. This was all he needed right now. Not only had he just had relations with a potential prisoner, he was now going to have to call in another fire. He wasn’t too keen on having the whole fire department, not to mention other deputies, pulling in to Rose’s place. Not when he would have to explain why she wasn’t in cuffs.

  As soon as he got his shoes on Bobby shoved out the screen door and crossed the backyard in a jog. He heard Rose shouting something from behind him but he didn’t stop.

  Remembering where she had disappeared through the trees earlier, supposedly to check “her dog” he ducked under a low hanging branch and started down the narrow path. The scent of smoke was growing stronger the deeper into the woods he got. He grabbed the mic of his radio, having snatched it off the kitchen table on his way out of the house, and pressed the “talk” button. “Darla, are you there?”

  Static answered him and allowed crackled. He stepped over a tree trunk that lay across the path. “Darla, over!”

  “Yeah, Sheriff. I’m here,” the dispatcher’s voice screeched from the radio.

  Bobby squinted through the trees. Something flickered. He was getting close. “Get in touch with the boys putting out the fire on the west side of Rich Mountain and tell them to cut due east. We’ve got a secondary fire that’s going to burn pretty hot.” He broke out of the tree line into the clearing and stopped dead. “Tell them to haul ass Darla, or the whole mountain might go,” he said, keying the mic again as he gazed at the hungry flames.

  *

  Johnny raced after Rose, catching her arm just as she entered the forest path. “Where in the hell do you think you’re going?” He pulled her to him and wrapped his arms around her, crushing her to his chest.

  “Let me go, Johnny!” She wriggled her compact little body, struggling to break free of him. “I’ve got to save the still!”

  “Rose, stop it.” He whirled her around, putting himself between her and the path. “There’s nothing you can do but watch it burn. You know that.” Johnny sat her on her feet and loosened his grip slightly.

  “I might be able to save some parts. You let loose of May right now, Johnny Gayheart.” She smashed her fist against his chest. Her eyes were alight with anger as she gazed up at him, her chin raised defiantly.

  It didn’t hurt much but he figured he’d probably have a bruise there in a few hours where she hit him on his chest. She wasn’t only angry, he knew. Looking down at her, he could see the sharp edge of fair down deep in her eyes. Not fear of fire but fear of losing her livelihood and going broke. “Rose,” he said, very softly.

  She jerked once more than seem to come to her senses.

 
; “It’s too hot for you to get near the still, Rose. We heard it explode. If there are any parts left, I’m sure they’re too mangled to salvage and far too hot to touch.” She had to face facts. The still was no more. When her eyes began to glitter with the shiver of tears, Johnny pulled her close and held her while she cried.

  *

  Bobby coughed and held his arm up to cover as much of his nose and mouth as he could. The smoke was too thick to continue to stay back here. He wasn’t going to be able to put the fire out so he did what he could, grabbed a spiral piece of copper tubing that didn’t look too damaged, and started back down the path toward the house.

  The fire crackled and Hess, taunting him to stay and try to best it but he wasn’t fooled. His throat was already Ron his face felt tight. Besides he could hear men shouting in the distance and they were moving closer. The firemen were coming straight to the woods directly from the site of the original fire.

  Bobby made haste back up the path, his mind scrambling for ideas in case anyone asked him why he was present at a place where there was an operating still. When he came out of the woods, the backyard opening up in front of him, he was greeted by the sight of Johnny with his arms wrapped around Rose.

  Bobby stopped and took in the scene. Rose’s body was shaking, her face buried in Johnny’s chest, her tiny fist clutching at Johnny’s T-shirt. It was like a giant fist took a hold of Bobby’s hard and squeezed. He looked away for a moment and drew in a deep breath. When he turned his gaze back to the couple, Johnny’s eyes met his.

  Bobby knew what he had to for this woman. It was going to take in some time but there was no way he could allow her to go on in such a heartbroken state.

  Not when he had the sense he had already fallen head over heels in love with her.

  Raking his fingers through his hair, he made his way over to them. Without a word, he raised the spiral copper coil, handing it to Johnny.

  The other man took it, one arm still circled protectively around rose. Just then, she turned her head, her cheek still pressed against Johnny’s chest. Her blue eyes were shockingly intense, the redness surrounding those azure irises only serving to accent their color. She sniffled, her back hitching with the effort.

 

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