Her True Blue (A Fireworks Series)

by Sierra Hill

  “Hmm. I like the sound of that. Let’s go inside and do some target practice, shall we?”

  “Oh fuck. Yes, we shall.”

  Cord

  Honestly, I hadn’t expected this tonight.

  Jordana is completely unexpected in every way.

  The minute we enter her small cottage home, the dog comes running up to greet us looking for some love, but we have other plans of our own.

  “Go lay down, Bella. I’ll give you treats later. After mama gets hers.” She slips me a seductive smile, winking and grabbing my hand to tug me toward her bedroom.

  As we enter, she closes the door behind her. Lifting a questioning brow, she shrugs. “I’ve never had sex in front of the dog. Don’t want her jumping on the bed trying to rescue me.”

  Her laugh is drowned out the minute I press my lips against hers, pushing her up against the door to seek out her heat.

  I’m overcome with too many sensations all at once, my hands wanting to be everywhere, touching every part of her body. But they land on her cheeks, my thumbs stroking the line of her cheekbone, as I tilt her head to gain access.

  Jordana’s lips part open on a sigh, my tongue slipping inside and sweeping her mouth, tasting and exploring, sucking her lips with a pained fervor. My hips instinctively roll into hers, as she reaches around my back and grabs my ass in her palms, latching on to nestle me into her center.

  On a throaty groan, I pull away, bending down to find her breasts. Her nipples poke out underneath the soft texture of her dress. I slip a finger underneath the string of her strap, pulling down the top to expose the petal-pink color of her nipples. My eyes are riveted on the perfection of her luscious breasts, firm and perky, a handful of silky flesh.

  Circling a thumb over a nipple, she sucks in a gasp. “Sensitive, are they?” I chuckle, toying with the nub, enjoying her responsiveness to my touch.

  My cock thickens with need as I draw the nipple into my mouth. With painstaking slowness, the tip of my tongue runs over the pebbled nub, as I savor the way she heaves a breath, thrusting her tit further into my face.

  I do the same with the other breast, laving the flat of my tongue over the sweet bud, swirling it around, humming with each tweak and nip of her fragrance.

  My hands plump and cradle, their weighty mass warm and soft in my grasp.

  I drop a hand to the center of her legs, cupping at her mound. Her body trembles in grasp as I jerk the material of her skirt up past her knees, so it’s bunched at her hip. I stare into her eyes, which are half-mast, her lips swollen from my kisses.

  “Can I touch you?”

  “If you don’t, I think I might just die from want.”

  I give her a tsk, leaning in and kissing the side of her neck, marking her there. “We can’t have that, now, can we?”

  Sliding my hand up the flat of her stomach, my fingers burrow under the edge of her panties, feeling the soft, springy curls over her mound, before slipping through the wetness of her folds.

  Jordana arches into my touch with a whimper. “Ohhhh…”

  “That’s right, darlin’, I’ll take care of you.”

  My words mean more than just what I’ll give her in this moment. As if something clicked inside my soul the moment we kissed, I feel tethered to Jordana in a way I’ve never been with anyone else.

  I slide a long finger between her folds before thrusting it inside, making her cry out, sinking it deep inside where she’s wet and dripping for me.

  Her head falls back against the door, as I stroke her silky flesh, circling her clit with my thumb, tapping and massaging the swollen nub. She begins moving in earnest against me, seeking more friction. Demanding and desperate for what I can give her.

  “Touch me, darlin’. I need your hand around my cock again.”

  “Yes,” she agrees, deftly unbuttoning and lowering the zipper, finding my cock straining upwards in search of her hand.

  She wraps a tight fist around the base, yanking my underwear down and out of the way until I’m free of the binding garments. My swollen length throbs in her frantic strokes, and I know it’s only a matter of time before I can’t take any more and need to be inside her tight body.

  “I need to feel your legs wrapped around me and your pussy squeezing my cock so tight I won’t be able to breathe. You ready for that, darlin’?”

  She nods briskly. “Yes, Cord. I want all of you inside me now.”

  It pains me to step away, but I drop my hand from her heat and lean down to grab a condom from my discarded jeans. Quickly suiting up, I work her panties down past her knees and then lift her feet off the ground to wrap around my hips.

  “Hold on, darlin’. I’ve got ya.”

  The first contact the head of my cock has with her heat has my head spinning, as I nudge into her wet opening and then thrust in, hard.

  Jordana’s moan is muffled as she buries her face in the crook of my neck, her arms slung around my shoulders, holding on tight.

  I push her back against the wall with every hard thrust, each time increasing in intensity, my cock swelling harder and thicker with every one of her lusty cries of pleasure.

  The sting of her fingernails digging into my shoulders and heels wrenching into my backside is nothing compared to the ache in my balls, my sac so full and ready to burst.

  Her breathy pants tell me she’s getting close, so I wedge a hand between us, my thumb seeking her swollen clit.

  “You’re going to come for me, aren’t you, darlin’? I’ll make sure you’re seeing fucking fireworks.”

  I pull my head back to admire her face, before placing kisses along her jawline, making my way to her earlobe, biting it between my teeth. I feel her pussy clench around my cock, and the flood of wetness at her opening, and her breath hitches in her throat.

  And then she’s trembling against me, her whimpers and murmurs turning into cries.

  “Cord,” she screams in a desperate plea.

  “That’s it. I’ve got you, darlin. Give me all of it.” My mouth locks onto hers as her body is wrung out in pleasure.

  My own strength dwindles as Jordana slowly comes down from her high, and my own lust ratchets up, further and further, the telltale signs of my orgasm gathering in the tightening of my balls tingling in my spine.

  With my hands clutched underneath her ass, I swivel us around and take two steps toward her bed, throwing myself on top of her as we’re swallowed by pillows. My body is on autopilot now, thrusting and pumping to reach the precipice. I lean over her, plucking a nipple in my mouth again, smoothing it with the brush of my tongue.

  And that’s when my body splinters wide open, the power of my orgasm like pieces of shrapnel blowing apart, the intense blinding feeling spreading through my chest, choking me and leaving me gasping as I drain myself inside her body, completely and utterly satisfied.

  We lay quiet and content for a few moments before I slowly peel myself away and take care of things in the bathroom. When I return, she’s opened the bedroom door and Bella is on the end of the bed, staring at me with big round eyes, her big pink tongue drooling over her mouth, panting as if she is exhausted from hearing Jordana and I go at it tonight.

  I smile as I pass her, patting her on the head with a “Good dog,” and then climb into bed next to Jordana.

  She snuggles into my side. “Do you mind if I stay or would you prefer I go?”

  I felt we had a wonderful night together, capped off with great sex, and personally, I’d rather stay curled up next to her in bed all night then go home to my lonely one-bedroom place.

  Jordana tilts her chin upwards, a hand stroking over the plains of my stomach, giving my dick all sorts of excuses to get excited again.

  “I don’t mind if you stay the night. Do you have to work in the morning?”

  With a sigh, I kiss the top of her head, the delicious apple-scent of her shampoo filling me with both a contentment and a desire to have her again.

  “I’m on duty tomorrow at six a.m. so I will need
to leave early. I’ll try not to wake you.”

  My hand strokes her back, as she moans quietly, which promptly alerts the dog, whose mangled ears perk up and suddenly she’s laying across my lap, half-wedged in between the both of us.

  “Bella!” Jordana squeaks out with a laugh, as clearly our alone time is over for the night.

  Jordana’s eyes convey apology. “Sorry, she’s not used to having to share me with anyone else.”

  Running a hand down Bella’s smooth coat, I pet behind her ears as she cuddles into me ever further.

  “You’re not exactly guard dog material, are you sweet thing?” This elicits a wet-nose kiss and a lick on the bottom of my chin. “You little hussy.”

  Jordana laughs and shoo’s Bella off the bed. “Off you go, girl. I think we may need to establish some new ground rules for bedtime.”

  She gives me a sideways look. “Not that I’m assuming anything…”

  I don’t let her finish, instead tackling her on her back and showing her without words how much I like being in her bed. And she doesn’t have to assume anything from now on.

  Jordana

  I come awake to the telltale sound of the door softly creaking open and then closed again. My ears strain to hear the revving sound of Cord’s loud engine, but it’s as quiet as a church on Saturday night.

  Slowly rolling to my side, I open my sleepy eyes and grab my phone charging on my nightstand and take a look at the time. Five-forty-five a.m. Ugh. Way too early for me on my day off.

  With everything that happened at the bank the other day, and yesterday being a holiday, I decided I’d take today off and leave Marjorie in charge. I also promised Steph I’d stop by to help at the animal shelter later this morning. Inevitably, every year after a Fourth of July fireworks show many dogs and cats go missing and end up being dropped off at the shelter, without ID’s or tags. The shelter takes them in and does what can be down to alleviate their fears, in hopes a family member will show up and claim their family pet.

  Shoving my head back into the pillow, my hand lands on the bundles of fur lying next to me. Bella is by my side, snoring softly, as Chester, my Tabby cat is purring and licking at his paws on the chair in the corner of my room.

  “Good morning, sweetie pie. Where’s your sister?” Chester gives me a ‘WTF’ glance and then resumes his self-grooming.

  It’s then that both Bella and I sit up to the noise coming from the living room.

  Weird, maybe Cord hasn’t left yet and is still in the house. But based on Bella’s reaction, I have a good idea that isn’t the right assumption.

  My bedroom door is closed, probably shut when Cord left so as not to wake me. Bella jumps off the bed and stands in front of the door, her head cocked to the side, ears up. And then a low, menacing warning growl leaves her throat.

  “What is it, girl?” I ask, even though we’re both on high alert now.

  The thudding of my heart inside my chest sounds so loud, it drowns out everything else, as I feel the first prickle of fear and panic sweep through my body. I grab the phone from the charger, shooting a quick text to Cord.

  R U still in my house?

  No response. Okay, I’m probably being ridiculous. I’m sure it’s just Demelza my female cat, scrounging around in the kitchen for food.

  Even so, I tiptoe out of bed over to my bathroom door to grab my bathrobe hanging on the hook. Tying the belt around me, I search the room for something…anything…to use as a potential weapon. I grab the silver-plated candlestick I picked up at an estate sale and head to the door, glancing down at Bella who is right at my side.

  “Quiet, girl. Don’t make a sound.”

  The door knob clicks open softly as I turn it to the right, pulling the door toward me as I stealthily peek my head out around it, peering down the short hallway of my home. Chester decides now is the perfect time to make his escape, and with a loud “meow,” jumps from the bed and runs out into the hallway, startling me so bad I clutch my chest.

  Slowly, and ever-so-quietly, I make my way down the hall, the only light coming from the microwave clock in the kitchen.

  And then I hear it again. The muffled sound of someone moving around in the back of the house.

  Oh, shit.

  Bella’s decided she’s had enough of all the mystery and intrigue, and with a loud, somewhat vicious bark, runs into the main room where she growls and barks, attacking whomever is in there.

  “Ow, goddamn it. What the fuck?” The sound of that voice stops me in my tracks because I know exactly who it belongs to.

  Trever.

  And then I hear a whimper and a thud, as I see Bella’s limp tail underneath the coffee table.

  “You motherfucker!” I yell at the top of my lungs, running toward him with the weapon held high and whack him across his neck so he falls to the ground within a few feet of my dog.

  “You crazy, bitch! You could’ve killed me.”

  I stare down defiantly at my ex-boyfriend, looking pale, wiry and skinny, wearing clothes that probably should’ve been washed weeks ago.

  Flipping on the switch at the wall, the room floods with light, as I stand postured over the man I used to love. The man I now fear.

  “I’ve already called the cops,” I lie with more confidence than I feel. “They’ll be here in just a few minutes.”

  He laughs menacingly. “You mean Dudley-Do-Right, the cop you’re fucking? The one that left your house thirty minutes ago? He’s not going to come rescue you, Jordy. He’s gotten what he wants and used your sorry ass up. Just like I did.”

  I’m stunned speechless at the horribly cruel words he throws at me and wonder how I could have ever loved this stranger in front of me?

  Gathering my strength, I point the stick at him. “If you came here to insult me, you’ve done your job. Now get the fuck out of my house and out of my life. I don’t know how you found me or why you’re here, but you better leave before the police arrive.”

  He snarls out a laugh. “You know exactly what I want. I need money and you can get it for me.”

  My gasp is loud. “Are you high? I don’t have money to give you. Look around, do I look like I have any surplus?”

  Trever gets to his knees, apparently regaining his equilibrium.

  “Don’t you dare make another move. ”I try to sound threatening, but it falls on deaf ears as he places his arm across his thigh and pushes up to a standing position. He takes a step toward me and I back up.

  “I mean the bank money, you dumb bitch. You have access and you’re going to get it for me.”

  I laugh like it’s the funniest thing I’ve ever heard in my life. Because it is. There is no way I’d ever do anything illegal like that.

  “No,” I say, stamping my foot for affect. “I was done being used by you years ago. I had hoped you’d rot in prison.”

  Trever steps in another step, closing the distance between us. I shoot a glance over one shoulder and then the other, judging the time it might take for me to run out my back door.

  As if he knows what I’m thinking, he snickers. “You’re not leaving here, baby. At least not without me. You’ll be taking me to that bank you manage and opening up the vault. And then I might decide if I want to fuck you again before I leave.”

  A shiver of panic swims down my spine, my knees shaking and my legs about to give out. The next thing I know, his hand grabs at my wrist, shaking the stick free from my grasp, and then his other hand is at my throat, choking me as he slams me against the wall.

  Tears flood my eyes as I try in vain to catch a breath.

  “Or maybe I’ll just have my way with you right now…”

  The moment he tries to shove his tongue inside my mouth, I hear the voice of my rescuer. Of my hero.

  “Turn around with your hands up and let Jordana go.”

  His voice brooks no argument as I see the look of surprise flash in Trever’s beady dark eyes. His hold loosens just slightly, enough so that I can inhale and exhale a deep breath, f
illing my lungs with air.

  “Do it now, Trever Castillo. I have a gun pointed at your back and you’re under arrest for breaking and entering and kidnapping with the intent to kill.”

  Trever knows he has no way out of this and no weapon to use against me as a hostage. I can feel the twitching of his limbs, his palms sticky and sweating at my neck.

  I swallow and blink away the tears. In one moment, he’s holding me against the wall by force, and the next thing I know, he’s pushed me out in front of him as I stumble to the floor and he makes a break for the kitchen toward the back door.

  It’s then that I hear Cord yell, “Stop or I’ll shoot,” and then the firing of the gun. I’m in a complete daze, my ears ringing from the sound of gunfire, but when I look up and turn toward the kitchen, I see Trever’s legs sprawled out in a V, blood oozing on the floor. I know he’s still alive, because his whiny ass is screaming in pain.

  “You shot me, asshole! I need an ambulance.”

  Cord rushes over to Trever to assess the damage, calls out for dispatch, and then handcuffs his hands behind his back.

  “You’ll be fine. Shut the fuck up and keep quiet.” He reads Trever his Miranda Rights.

  And then he bends at the knees by my side, helping me to sit up, as my head spins from the swirl of adrenaline and panicked activities.

  “Darlin’, are you okay?” Cord’s voice has a tremor to it.

  He lays his palms on my face, cradling it in his hands as my vision clears and all I see is him.

  “Yes,” I admit. “I’m okay now.”

  He wears a tentative smile, planting kisses across my forehead. “My God, I’m so glad I returned.”

  I steady myself against his shoulder as he helps me stand, the now familiar sound of sirens growing closer and louder in the distance.

  “Did you get my text?”

  He shakes his head. “No, as a matter of fact, I left my phone somewhere in your room. All I had was my dispatch radio when I got to work, so I was just swinging back over to pick it up. Then I saw the unfamiliar car across the street, heard the scuffle from outside the front porch, and called in for backup.”