by Taryn Quinn
My mouth watered, and my dick was definitely on board with that idea.
“Why did Sharkey get away with it for years?”
My gaze locked on her lush lower lip. Her lipstick had worn away, leaving her natural pink. I wanted a taste so fucking bad. I’d dreamed of that mouth throughout my formative years, and now that we were very much adults, my imagination made things even worse.
Because I knew the pleasures that could be held in just a kiss. As a teen, I’d been too focused on the end result. Too impatient to explore and enjoy.
Now I wanted to snack on her mouth, her breasts, and most definitely, her pussy. The borrowed sundress wasn’t quite her style. Probably out of Frankie’s closet, based on the length.
I’d thank her next time I saw her.
Only problem was, I’d come here with a plan. I would show her what needed to be done and offer to help her. I’d ingratiate myself and maybe even use the guys at the firehouse to prove our willingness to offer assistance. Anything to show her why she needed to stay.
All those ideas were dust now.
My impulse control had always been shit when it came to this woman. I prided myself on the rules and order of my job. For once, I didn’t want to control my urges in her direction.
I didn’t want to be the good guy.
I wanted to take.
“Because no one fucking cared until me, Freckles.” I moved in until my knee slipped between her thighs.
Her sweet breath puffed against my neck, and I couldn’t quite bury a growl.
I set the stick against the wall, pinning her in place with my hips. I waited a heartbeat, then two. I didn’t trust myself quite yet. I’d wanted her for so damn long.
I planted my hands on either side of her. “Is this where you run? Or where you knee me in the balls for invading your space?” I lowered my mouth to her jawline and breathed her in. Some spicy floral scent that I was willing to wear on my skin for the rest of my life.
“Why are you doing this?” Her voice was barely a whisper.
I flicked my tongue over the pulse in her neck. Her heart was racing. I leaned back enough to peer into her huge dark eyes. There was a little fear, but mostly want.
For me.
Finally.
“Because wanting you for almost fifteen years is just too much to ask of one man.”
Her fingers twisted into my shirt. “What?”
I brushed my lips ever so lightly along hers. Damn, she was sweet. My higher brain function was ready to leave the premises. “You had to know.”
She shook her head even as she dragged her nails over my belly through my T-shirt. I tightened my abdominal muscles instinctively to show her I wasn’t a skinny basketball kid anymore.
Danny’s sidekick.
The boy who had always loved her, even though my best friend did too.
The man who couldn’t bury those emotions anymore.
My fingertips were white from pressing into the wall to stop myself from holding her so tightly neither of us could breathe.
My arms ached.
My shoulders cast a shadow over her, but a sliver of sunlight streaked across her face. Just enough to show me that I wasn’t alone in this craziness.
I gave her one more chance to escape. The hint of mint lingered between us as her chest rose and fell with…excitement? Panic? Need?
I sure hoped some of it was need. I didn’t want to be the only one feeling desperate.
I tugged on her lower lip. Bit hard enough to feel it throb under my tongue as the blood came rushing back. I eased the hurt with a sweet brush of lips, then there was only her taste ruling me.
Distantly, I wondered if I was too much—too savage, too big and clumsy. But then she scraped her fingernails up my belly to my chest before she dug into my shoulders and held on. She lifted onto her toes to meet my mouth. Her undeniable moan of pleasure severed the restraint I had left.
I slid my arms around her, my hand cupping her ass as I pulled her ever closer to me. Our height difference made it far too easy for me to lift her.
She yelped, but instead of making a halfhearted attempt to say ‘oh, I’m too heavy,’ she simply wrapped her strong legs around my waist.
“Fuck, yes,” I said against her mouth and dove in again.
No corner was left untouched. She gave and I took ruthlessly. Tangled tongues and grappling fingers warred between us. Nothing was close enough.
I lifted her dress. The scrap of panties she wore was barely a barrier. Her heat teased along the tips of my long fingers. I didn’t pause to ask.
I was done with that.
I sunk two fingers into her pussy while I sucked on her tongue. She pushed back on me, driving them deeper as she grinded against the bulge under my zipper. My forearm burned and my wrist screamed at the position, but I wasn’t stopping for anything.
Not even if this place went up in flames around us.
I curled my fingers along the swollen perfection of her, gritting my teeth against the strength of her muscles. God, she was going to feel so good around my cock.
She held on to my shoulders, then she drove her hand into my hair, her nails scraping along my scalp. I sped up and she cried out, tearing her mouth away. Her head fell back as she bounced on my plunging fingers. “Don’t you stop. Don’t you stop.”
“Never.” I shifted her a little higher so I could get my arm into a better position.
She yelped, and her thighs shook.
“Yes,” I growled against her throat. “Yes. Come on my hand. Tighten that little pussy around my fingers.”
“Jake.” My name was barely discernible between her moans, but it was there. It was me who was giving her this pleasure.
I’d break my damn hand before I stopped.
She bore down on me, and I dragged my teeth down her neck to her shoulder as I let her ride me. The sounds coming from her weren’t sweet. They were full of shock and almost pain.
When I tried to ease back, her head snapped up. “No. No, deeper, please.”
I swung her around to the pool table and set her down. I twisted her onto the felt so she was facing the short side. I slowly moved to the end and bracleteted her ankle, opening her legs.
I slid my soaking wet fingers up her thigh and followed the trail with my tongue.
She stiffened, her fathomless dark eyes locked on me.
“I’ll give you everything you need.” I dragged her closer to me and draped her knee over my shoulder. That little taste hadn’t been nearly enough.
“I don’t need this. Just…you know, get inside me.”
I nuzzled over the soaked panel of her panties. “Every woman needs this.”
“It’s okay, seriously. You were so close with just those really big hands.” She laced her fingers with mine. “Really big hands.”
I laughed. “Have a little patience, Freckles.”
“It’s just that I usually like the sex part better, so don’t waste your time.”
“Waste…” I frowned. “Whomever told you it was a—” I lowered my forehead to her warm inner thigh. “Don’t say it.”
I raised my head, all the old anger about how Danny treated her roaring back.
She let me go and propped herself up on her elbows. “I’ve only ever been with…”
“Don’t say his name. Not now when your pussy is wet from me.”
She swallowed, and then lifted her chin. Pride and that fire I’d always loved lit her face. She flicked open the straining buttons of her dress and cupped her breast. “Then prove me wrong. Show me what I’ve been missing.”
I shoved up the skirt of her dress and ripped the tiny strings of her panties.
Her eyes widened. “Those were my favorite pair.”
“I’ll buy ten of them,” I said just before I buried my tongue inside her.
Her back arched up off the green felt as I finally got the full flavor of her on my tongue.
I opened her wider. The pain of her heel digging into my back didn�
��t deter me. It just made me work harder. Long, slow licks. I used my thumb to strum her clit until it was so tight she could barely take my touch.
I didn’t stop.
The singular focus that had made me the youngest chief in Crescent Cove history came in handy. I wouldn’t squander my only chance to show her how good we could be together.
I was rusty as fuck when it came to touching a woman. Work had been my solace for so long that I’d let dating fall by the wayside.
I tuned into her. The lift of her hips, the little sounds she made, even the pain of her fingers in my hair as she tried to tug me away from her told me what I needed to know.
She needed this just as much as me. Maybe even more.
When her thighs clamped around my ears, I knew I’d happily die with my mouth on her every day of my life.
She screamed and I held on. I wedged my fingers in and her greedy body clamped down on them as I drank everything down that she gave me. My dick throbbed against the wood frame of the pool table, but I ignored it. Right now, it was all about giving her what she needed.
Her thighs shook, and the shivers traveled through her whole body. I peeked from between her thighs and groaned at how she’d ripped at her own clothing to touch herself. Cupping and tugging at her breasts.
I was so damn glad for my long arms. I reached up to help her, moaning into her slick pussy as I pushed her hand away to tug her nipple. I was tempted to climb up and taste her there too. To release my aching cock and get inside her. But I wanted her to break under me one more time.
I needed to stamp my tongue over every crevice.
I leaned back just enough, and she collapsed onto the table. Her chest heaved, and her hands tangled in her own hair. She was muttering something in the broken Spanish and Italian that always came out of her when she was super pissed off…or evidently, so turned on she couldn’t get herself together.
I grinned. “Roll over, Freckles.”
“What?”
I closed her legs and shifted her onto her knees. “I need more.”
Her heart-shaped ass was irresistible. I bit the roundest part of her. She yelped, but it got her up and where I wanted her. I dove headfirst into her pussy from behind. But I didn’t just want that. Nope, nothing was off limits to my tongue and mouth.
She was on all fours on the felt and gave me a startled look over her shoulder. “Jake!”
I dragged her to the end of the table. “I need you ready for me.”
“My ass is off the menu.”
I licked the sensitive flesh between her pussy and asshole. “So prim. But we can start with just your perfect pussy. But I guarantee I can make you feel so good you’d let me do anything to you. Including fuck you here.” I circled her there and she instinctively pushed back on me. “That’s right, love. Your body knows just how good it would be.”
Slowly, I slid two fingers into her pussy.
She hissed out a long, slow breath as she slid her knees farther apart until she was splayed open, the perfect angle for me to take her. “Please, Jake. I can’t even think.”
I reached for my buckle. I’d tortured both of us long enough.
I slipped my fingers from her, and my mouth watered for her again. A sudden, very hateful thought dented the lust. I wasn’t the guy who carried condoms in his wallet like the rest of the guys at the station.
“Fuck.”
If I slid into her, I’d never be able to pull out. I couldn’t even pretend that every inch of me didn’t want to come inside her until the only scent she carried was us combined.
I also couldn’t deny the hope it would plant a baby in her belly. I’d pushed aside thoughts of a family for work, but here and now, I could see it. Even as my dick was sending rage signals to my brain to just take her—and take her now—there was a larger part of me that wished for more.
But it would always be like that for me. It didn’t matter that I’d barely seen her in ten years. My emotions toward her had just hibernated, and one touch brought them right back to the surface.
“Jake?”
“I don’t have a fucking condom.”
“Oh.” She collapsed onto her forearms and brought her legs together to curl tight into herself. Obviously, the haze of desire was catchy. “I didn’t even think about it.”
I slid my arm under her belly, pulling her ass tighter to me. I groaned as my trapped dick throbbed against her skin. I leaned over her, resting my forehead along her back. “I want nothing more than to feel you around me. Come home with me.”
“I can’t wait that long.”
“I don’t want to be stupid here. I would never risk you.” I spread my fingers over her soft belly.
“You’re clean, right?”
“I get checkups all the time—that’s not the problem.”
“And you don’t trust me?” Her voice was soft and unsure.
“No. It’s not that.” The buttons of her dress had all slipped free, leaving it open and her skin there for the taking. I cupped her middle. “What if we made a baby?”
She shifted until her hand covered mine. “Right. You’re right. So irresponsible.”
“I want you so bad I know I wouldn’t be able to pull out.” I slid my hand lower to where she was still so swollen for me. I groaned and rocked against her. “And what’s worse, I wouldn’t care if this ended in a baby.”
Six
He was curled around me and my brain was fried from an absurd number of orgasms. I didn’t hear him right.
I couldn’t have.
“Jake.”
“I mean it.”
“You’re insane.” I pushed him back and hopped off the pool table. “You can’t say something like that.” I raked my hands through my hair. “It’s just the lust talking. Guys say stupid things when they want to get their dick wet.”
He came around the table and crowded me into the foosball table, caging his arms around me. His jacket fell to the floor. “No, guys say they’ll pull out. I’m just honest enough to say I wouldn’t. I’d keep you naked for days. Until you were walking bowlegged from having me between your thighs every minute of every day. Until you didn’t remember what it felt like to be empty.”
I shut my eyes against the fierce sureness in his hazel eyes. He was talking crazy.
And it sounded too perfect. I’d never belonged to someone like that. I’d been alone for so damn long. Way before Danny and I had broken up, he’d checked out of our relationship in favor of his career. Then he’d rolled on to the next woman who fit his new image.
Right now, sex and attraction made sense. I’d always had dangerous feelings for Jake. I’d buried them out of loyalty. And Danny had been his closest friend, even if deep down, I’d always wondered if Jake was truly close to anyone. I wasn’t the girl who would pit two men against each other. All those years ago, I told myself it was just because we spent so much time together. That explained why I always searched Jake out when Danny pissed me off.
But maybe I’d pissed Danny off for an excuse to call Jake.
God.
Maybe I’d run away from more than just this town after graduation.
“Don’t shut me out.”
My eyes flew open at the coarse tone of his voice. Instinctively, my hand sought out his face. I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t handle all these emotions on top of this newest burden. I had enough to deal with when it came to the bar and the money pit of renovations.
He leaned into my touch. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“It’s too much.”
“Would it be so bad, having a family with me?”
He lowered his mouth to mine. Again, I got swept away into the heady rush of pleasure. He seemed to know just how to touch me.
As if he was made for me.
I scraped my fingers through his beard then looked down at his still-hard cock digging into my belly. “I don’t even live here. I don’t want to live here.”
“Why? What’s so good about the city? You
have everything you need up here.”
“Please stop.”
He kneaded my ass. Jake wasn’t gentle. I wasn’t glass and each time he gripped me tighter, it was just more proof that he wanted me.
He rocked against me. “I’m playing dirty and I don’t care. Now that I’ve touched you, I don’t want to ever stop.”
No way could I go down that trail of thought. The spicy bonfire scent of him was making me insane. And the fact that he actually knew what to do with his tongue and fingers.
Imagine what his cock could do?
Nope.
That was what had gotten me in trouble here in the first place. I was lust-drunk, that was all. His impressive length pushed against the undone buttons of my dress and made the teeth of his zipper peel open in deference to his girth.
I reached into his jeans and gasped at the size of him. Proportional should have been a neon sign over his head. Dios. I dragged the head of his dick across my bare stomach, smearing myself with his precum.
“Jesus, Freckles. That isn’t helping.”
“I know.” I tried to do the math in my head. I was as regular as the sunrise, and there should be no way I’d get pregnant right now. At least I was pretty sure. “How far away is the drugstore? Did they build any new ones close by?”
“Not close enough.” He tipped his forehead to mine with a groan, then tried to step back.
I gripped him tighter and wrapped my other arm around his neck. He boosted me up, and I linked my legs around him. “Inside me.”
“Freckles…”
“Just do it. Please. I’m so tired of being empty.”
He set me back on the pool table, his mouth back on mine. I pushed at his shirt, needing to feel more of him. He reached behind his head and dragged it off, tossing it on the table. He lifted my ass and set me down on his shirt, still warm from his skin.
He lifted my knee up and turned me slightly. “Are you sure?” He painted the head of his cock along my center. The angle would about kill me. Jake was so much taller than me—broader in so many ways.