Dallas Fire & Rescue: Commanding Heat (Kindle Worlds Novella) (Fiery Fairy Tales Book 3)

by Siera London

  “Princess?” She heard Trace say.

  Princess, indeed. Tori had enough whimsical dreams for the both of them. Blinded by her own naivety, she’d missed the signs of Denton’s future treachery. She and her father had grown to trust him. Truly, he was an extension of their family. He was always at the Currey estate, attending society functions on her arm; he had been a steadying force at a time when chaos ruled her life. Less than a year after her mother’s death, when her father had suffered his second heart attack, he’d asked Denton to look after his affairs...including Tori. The school of business at Johns Hopkins had been Denton’s idea. Tori learned to control her impulses after he arranged for private therapy and she thrived in her curriculum. She’d hoped their personal relationship would flourish. They could manage Currey Industries together, but things had begun to change between them. Denton no longer made suggestions, but instead he issued orders. The Currey name was all he needed to garner obedience.

  Denton had control of everything, and everyone around him. She and her father were expendables. In hindsight, she and her father had helped him to imprison them. She closed her eyes, shutting out reality. The truth was, even sitting in this truck, she was still on the run. Borrowed time was all she and Trace had. Being with Trace had inextricably changed her at an elemental level. Now, all she dreamed of was more time with him.

  Though she didn’t want to, she opened her eyes because she didn’t want to miss a second of seeing his handsome face. “I don’t know,” she whispered.

  He nodded. She was sure he told himself he understood her reasons. Was he now questioning her motivations for coming home with him? Did he regret pulling her from that fire, and thus into his life?

  “Let me help you. Tell me who you are. Who’s after you?”

  She shook her head, vigorously rejecting his suggestion. “You can’t stop him.”

  His eyes narrowed and his fingers clenched tight on her chin. “You mean you don’t trust me to protect you,” he growled.

  She jerked as if he had slapped her. “I trust you. I want to spend what time I have with you.”

  “So, you’re using me?”

  She tilted her head, so she could see his eyes clearly.

  “No,” she said brushing a hand across his cheek. He’d done the same to her a dozen times.

  Before she knew what was happening, Trace leaned across the cab, undid her seat belt and pulled her into his lap.

  “Explain,” he growled.

  She looked up into his face. His eyes seemed to sparkle in the moonlight streaming through the windshield. A rich spice clung to him. She moved closer, their noses touching, and inhaled him.

  “I want you to use me,” she said. “As much as you want, Trace. I want to give you whatever you need.” He’d stayed with her simply because she’d asked. She knew he wouldn’t take anything from her, but she hoped he’d accept what she offered freely.

  He made a throaty sound of frustration. “Except who you really are.”

  The way he stared at her made her heart ache. The look was protective, yet condemning.

  “Please, Trace. Don’t reject me.” She probably sounded needy, but she didn’t care when it came to Trace. She’d beg him not to send her away. Plead with him to touch her. This close she could see the angles of his face sharpen.

  “For the record, our scars are a part of who we are, not the whole. No explanation required. Not to me, not to my friends. And, I’m not going to be okay if I come home and you’re not there.”

  With that, Trace buried his hands in her dark curls, and covered her lips with his mouth. They both groaned at the contact. Lust flared to life inside her. When he worked his hands down her torso, she shifted until he held her round ass in both hands. Wiggling around the steering wheel she got her knees on either side of his hips. Her panties were drenched and she ached all over for his touch. Sensing her need, Trace adjusted her position until her heated sex cradled his erection through his jeans. He broke their kiss and she whimpered.

  “As much as I want starts now.”

  Oh, he was definitely the boss of her.

  Chapter Seven

  Trace should have been ticketed for all the laws he broke getting them back home. Though Tori had no problem surrendering to him with a steering wheel pressed into her back, there was no way he’d treat her like a one-night stand. He wanted their first time together to be in his bed. When they’d entered the townhouse, the enticing aroma of roses permeated the air. All of a sudden, he was glad she’d insisted on bringing her flowers home. They reminded him of her. That she had chosen to stay with him.

  The door to the master bathroom opened, light joined by shadow cut a path into the dimly lit bedroom, popping Trace to the here and now. He sat up, his eyes locked on the elegant vision before him. A wall of steam surrounded Tori, but that’s not what held his attention. She was gloriously bare. Full breasts with pert nipples, damp and beaded, sat high on her chest. Her waist was that of a woman capable of handling a man his size. And then there were her hips, round and shapely, and he could already feel the tingle in his palms, the anticipation of possessing her. He imagined how beautiful she’d be rounded with his child. He wanted a little girl with Tori’s zest for life and generous nature. As he continued to enjoy the view, Tori cocked her head to the side.

  “Why aren’t you naked?” Trace glanced down. He’d toed off his boots and shoes, shucked his cargo pants. All that remained was his t-shirt and boxers. “Don’t tell me you don’t put out on the first night?” she teased.

  And didn’t that pull his head back into the game. He jackknifed off the mattress, stalking toward her. Tori, being Tori, didn’t stand by like an innocent waiting to be taken. No, she rushed forward, reaching for him with her arms outstretched.

  “You are the most beautiful woman in the world,” he breathed. He’d always thought it sounded silly when men said lines like that to women. Now he totally got it. He could spew sappy words to Tori forever and they would never be lies. She was gorgeous, and he was proud to make her his.

  The moment they touched, his shaft grew another inch. His heart pumped a steady rhythm, despite the tremor he felt in his hand when he cupped her nape in one hand and her sex in the other. She stroked a hand over his cheek, and he turned fully into her palm. The electricity, when it zipped through his veins, charged him to full capacity. When he looked down, her eyes were at half mast, her lips parted. On a groan, he lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers. Her tongue met his. Sparks flashed all around them, cocooning them in. The only thing for them to touch...was each other. All his brain registered was soft, warm, and mine. Trace pulled her closer, his fingers moving over her cleft.

  “Mine,” he whispered, as their kiss ended. Breaths sawing in and out of their lungs.

  Her folds were slick and emotion swelled in his chest that she was more than ready for him. Gently, he parted her there, and oh, her scent filled his nose, and his mouth watered. He imagined her honey flowing over his tongue, feeding him, slaking his hunger.

  “You started without me, Princess?”

  Up on her tiptoes, she nipped at his lower lip. The sting cut straight through his control and he tightened his hold.

  “I wanted to make sure you rounded first, second, and third bases,” she said. “Let me help you.”

  Trace stiffened when she gathered his shirt in her hands, tugging the material higher. She was too short to tear the material over his head, so he bent forward helping her. When he came to his full height, light streaming from the door behind them, illuminated his skin. He watched as Tori’s eyes blazed a heated trail from his abdomen up his sternum. He heard her breath hitch, and then she gasped. She’d seen his scar. Eight inches of dark memories and failure carved into the area between his sternum and navel. Shame threatened to crush him. Oh...she was touching the raised flesh. First, with the pads of her fingers, and then with her palm. When moist heat caressed his skin, he nearly shot his load. His scar didn’t repulse her.
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br />   “You’ve been hiding.” He tensed, ready for her to reject him. “This hot body from me, Beastie. Maybe, you should ride the bench as punishment.”

  His heart and his head blew their lids. He laughed, overwhelmed by her care, her compassion, and her acceptance of him. He enfolded her in his arms. She smelled like the first rain on a summer night, fresh and heated, rich in heady sweetness. “I’m about to knock the ball out of the park, Princess.”

  “I hope so because I’m about to give you a fast pitch,” she crooned.

  With her lips, she blazed a trail of heated kisses in and around his pecs, sucking the turgid peaks into the heat of her mouth. She continued to play and he allowed it, reveled in it. He grit his teeth against the assault of sensations coursing through his body, commanding him to take her now, hard and fast. Then she changed direction. Her kisses traveled down his sternum to his abdomen. He hissed when her warm breath blew across his length.

  “Tori,” he breathed.

  She looped her thumbs in the waist of his boxers and tugged the soft cotton south. His length sprang free bobbing its head in expectation.

  “Trace,” she replied moving towards the floor. He released her nape, instead gripping her upper arm.

  “What are you doing?”

  Her laugh was coy and sensual when it reached his ears. A light touch on his calf, had him lifting his feet, one followed by the other, stepping out of his boxers.

  Tori rose to her full height. “I thought it would be obvious,” she said, gripping his sex in one hand. “What about now. Any more questions?”

  “Yeah.” He pushed one finger inside her. Hot. She was tight, and her slick walls clamped down on his finger pulling him deep inside. She moaned. “You on anything?” He wanted to protect her, but he didn’t want any physical barriers between them tonight.

  “Yes.”

  “I want to take you bare. You can trust me. I would never put you at risk.” Trace’s heart beat an erratic rhythm. Would she agree? He’d never asked to ride a woman bareback before. If she planned to leave him soon, then he wanted to feel every inch of her, heart to heart, skin-to-skin, inside and out.

  Her heated gaze swept over him. He recognized the twinkle in her eye, right before the smile he loved spread across her face. She wanted him with the same crazy intensity he felt.

  “I want to feel you that way, too,” she rasped.

  He didn’t need a hand-written invitation. He swept her off her feet.

  “Hold your balance,” he said.

  “Come again?”

  In the time it took her to question him. Trace had both her legs over his shoulders, her nub at his mouth. He sucked and licked at the pleasure center, locking onto her thighs when she bucked against his mouth. Her flavor burst over his tongue. Gosh, he was practically drunk on her after one taste. Her sweet moans of ecstasy reached his ears, and Trace hardened to the point of pain. He was satisfying his woman. The knowledge brought an infusion of pride like he’d never felt. This woman was his and his alone. When she began to tremble in his arms, he increased his efforts. Pushing his tongue deeper into her tender flesh, he snaked deep, until he felt the telltale spasms of impending release. Her fingers threaded into his hair and her nails scraped against his scalp. He loved that she marked him.

  “Trace,” she panted.

  She was close. Abruptly he withdrew from her heated core and latched onto her clit. He felt her tremble. Her thighs gripped the sides of his head, and then she screamed. His name fell from her lips, over and over again.

  Before the night was over, he planned to show her where she belonged. His home was hers. His bed was where she would lay her head every night. Her silken tresses would fall over his chest as he drove into her well into the late-night hours. He’d leave her dizzy with pleasure.

  ✥

  Tori burned inside. Trace’s tongue, that wicked, wicked tongue lit her up like a long, sensual torch stroking through her folds, over her clitoris. He’d called her beautiful. Everything he said and did brought her endless pleasure. He breached her core with his tongue and she grabbed ahold of his hair, pulling the strands free of the single confine. She gyrated against his mouth, driving him deeper into her body, quenching his sexual thirst with her feminine honey. Tori jerked against his mouth, but he palmed her backside in both his massive hands. The full-frontal assault continued. She breathed deep, spreading her legs wider, granting him full access to the heart of her. The tremors started slow. Each pull dragged her orgasm closer to the surface. His warm woodsy scent, the silk of his hair, the feel of his skin, it all seduced her until she let go. The pleasure when it hit, shattered her. When she thought to catch her breath, Trace had other ideas.

  “I’m going to lower you. Lock your ankles around my hips.” All his smooth muscles carried her as if she weighed nothing. Powerful legs strode with purpose as he took them to the bed. He didn’t release her, and she wouldn’t have let him go if her life depended on it. With her straddling him, he reclined against the headboard. His wide shoulders at home in this position. His manhood pulsed at her entrance and she whimpered with need.

  “Trace, please.”

  She didn’t have to wait. Dropping his head, he flicked out his tongue circling her nipple. Her back bowed, pushing her taut peak into his open mouth. A strangled cry tore from her lips as his hot steel glided up and down through her drenched sex, commanding her to give more. And she obeyed. Each passage through her nether lips coated him in her essence. Shifting, she offered her other breast. He chuckled, and rewarded her with another warm stroke of his wide tongue. Gosh, he smelled so good. His woodsy scent flared, and she inhaled, pulling every piece of him under her skin. Using his shoulders as leverage, Tori angled her hips, granting him better access to her center. The power in his body thrilled her.

  “Ready, Princess?”

  She stared up into his eyes. The pupils flickered like open flame. Her heart skipped a beat, the anticipation of feeling his fire, momentarily stole her breath. “Yes.”

  “Relax...for me, Tori. We’ll go slow.”

  She regarded his face. A mask of barely chained lust replaced the calm she had come to expect from him.

  “I don’t want slow.” She wanted to experience lovemaking in all its forms, raw and fast, gentle and slow, deep and ravenous, insatiable and satiated. One shift of his lower body, and Trace drove up into her hungry channel. Her sex unused to the sizable intrusion constricted, preventing his entry. Tori ordered her body to surrender. She trusted Trace completely. Knew deep in her heart, he’d satisfied the one desire that no other man could. Instinctively, she recognized no one else would measure up to him.

  “Don’t worry, Princess. You’ll be counting stars soon enough.”

  Tori inhaled a breath, willing her muscles to relax. She wanted to please Trace. Wanted him to feel how she felt about him, though she’d never admit it aloud.

  “Want to touch the stars,” she panted.

  He adjusted her atop of him, spread her thighs wide, opening her sex like a flower. The cool air surrounding her body tingled against her swollen heat. Trace began to move. With every rotation of his hips, he opened her to him. She struggled to accept all he offered, but then he plunged deep. She cried out. His engorged flesh coaxed her resistant body into surrender, sharpening her pleasure.

  He stunned her by pulling out. He threaded his fingers into her damp tresses. “I’d give the stars to you. Want you happy,” he rasped before driving back into her.

  “Yes...yes,” she moaned, lost in him. Trace pumped into her. Each thrust spreading her wider, leaving no dark places untouched by his magic.

  Trace began to ride her hard. Each stroke pushed her through into another world, their world. Here, only sensation existed, and she clung to it. Her heels digging into his broad back, locking her to him as his muscles bunched and released beneath her hands. Smooth masculine hardness quaked beneath her fingertips.

  “Tori,” he said, his voice guttural and animalistic. And the l
eash, she thought he’d never let go of, broke. Full, penetrating strokes, delivered, again and again. Her hold on him, on her very breath, slipped and then...her body seized and exploded. Pleasure, pure as the fallen snow stripped away all pretense and she screamed his name until her throated burned hot.

  Trace didn’t stop. No, he pumped into her faster, his grip tightening on her backside, his heavy breathing almost tangible in the air. Sweat clung to his body. A slapping sound echoed through the room where they joined. And then his big body jerked, and he growled deep in his throat.

  “Mine,” and then, teeth sank into her shoulder. She screamed again as another orgasm tore through her body. Fragmenting her farther.

  That one word reassembled her life with him at the center. Warmth spread through her core, milking his seed into her body, tying them together. Two bodies, one breath, and now one heart.

  “Want you to stay forever,” he whispered.

  At his words, Tori’s heart soared. Blood rushed in her veins, his desire for her, flipping and turning her upside down on love’s rollercoaster, and then everything came to a screeching halt. She wanted forever too, but real life was gaining on her. Unfortunately, she’d tripped up and fallen in love...with the right man, at the wrong time.

  Chapter Eight

  Trace snuggled up behind Tori. Her full bottom cradled his semi-hardness, the man in the moon lounging without a care. It was Saturday morning, the crack of golf balls struck with an open club face filtered across the balcony and into his bedroom.

  “You awake?” he asked pulling her closer to his body.