Five Alarm Lust

by Elise Whyles

  “Shelli, what a surprise.” Jack’s hard voice drew the blonde’s attention.

  “Darlin’, I was just admiring your friend’s coat.” Shelli batted her lashes at him. She curled her fingers through his arm, affecting a perfect pout. “I haven’t heard from you in a while. Is everything okay?”

  “Everything’s perfect.” Jack disentangled his arm and smiled as he tugged Gillian toward him. “I take it you met Gillian?”

  “Uh, not really. We hadn’t introduced ourselves.”

  “Let me do the honors.” Gillian shivered as Jack’s hand slid down her side to rest on her hip, his fingers dangerously close to her zipper. “Shelli, this is my soon-to-be fiancée, Gillian Hilliard. Gillian, this is Shelli.”

  Gillian’s heart stuttered. She shot a quick assessing glance at his face, her eyes wide, hope clawing at her chest. The love in his eyes fanned the flames and she snuggled into him.

  “Fiancée?” Shelli’s face fell, any hint of warmth vanishing into thin air.

  “Yes. You’ll understand we’re waiting to do a big reveal. We want to have some time to just enjoy each other before we have to spend time with others.” Gillian inched closer to Jack, her hand reaching over to caress his chest as she smiled. “You won’t tell, will you?”

  “Uh, no, congratulations.” Shelli shot her a dark look before vanishing into the crowded restaurant.

  “Wow, she’s…”

  “In the past.” Jack nipped at her ear. “Now, where were we?”

  “I believe we were getting ready to head for home.” Gillian stared through the crowd in the direction Shelli had gone. Like shards of glass falling from a window pane, the faint hints of doubt and fear fell away. Whether he knew it or not, Jack had erased the fears she’d harbored up until now.

  With his hand on her hip, they hurried out the door toward his truck. Jack stopped at the truck door and pressed her back against the cool steel. Fingers tangled in her hair, he leaned forward, his lips scant inches away from her.

  “You going to kiss me or just stare at me?” Gillian flicked her tongue out to lick at his lips. She wallowed in the shudder that raced over him and did it again.

  Heat flooded her body as he slid his thigh between her legs, pressing against her clit. Muscles flexed and moved, arousal built within her body. Her fingers locked into his belt loops she pulled, moaning in dismay when he moved, inserting inches between them. She licked her lip and arched, her hips rolling against his leg.

  “God you make me hot.” The words slipped free of her control. A tiny flare of embarrassment was washed away by his low growl. Unsteady fingers slid down her temple, pausing at her lips. She opened her lips, her tongue wrapping around his finger, guiding the digit into her mouth. Eyes locked together, she sucked slowly, her tongue laving his finger again and again.

  Lust darkened his gaze. She whimpered when he pulled his hand free. His hot breath fanned over her face, a physical touch that burned deeper. Her head dropped back against the doorframe, eyes drifting to half-mast as his hand slid down her body. Playing with her breast, he pinched the nipple beneath her shirt to hardness before his thumb drew circles.

  Each swipe sent a bolt of sensation to her throbbing clit. Needing friction, wanting more, she ground her hips forward, rubbing against his leg. “Home. We, uh, need to get home.” Gasping, pleading, she wiggled against him.

  Her body on fire, she whined when he pulled away, jerked open the door, and lifted her into the seat. “Here, drive.”

  Keys in a shaky hand, she started the truck as he slid across the seat next to her. She bit her lip as the truck rolled out of the parking spot toward the road. Shooting him a shocked glance as she felt him unzip her jeans, she opened her mouth to protest.

  “Uh-huh, just drive,” Jack whispered in her ear. “I want you on the edge. I’m gonna keep you there until we get home. Slow and easy now.”

  “This isn’t safe.” Gillian rocked into his caress as his fingers inched beneath the confines of denim, her pussy a quivering bundle of nerves and flesh.

  “Fuck safe,” Jack hissed. “Think hot instead.”

  Jack’s fingers slipped beneath the lace of her panties, stroking the swollen flesh. Gillian felt her face heat at his low, crude description of what he felt. “Damn you’re wet and hot.”

  Want bled into need into a careless, reckless insatiable desire, and she put more pressure on the gas. Whipping into his drive, the truck had barely stopped rocking before she was turning to him.

  “My turn.”

  Gillian straddled Jack and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her lips hovered inches above his, just close enough to feel his breath. Her fingers threaded through his hair, tangling in the dark strands as she pulled his head back. His groan of pleasure and pain shot right through her.

  She freed one hand and reached under the fabric of her shirt for the front clasp of her bra. Unhooking it, she shimmied, pulling it off. She stretched the lace and slid it over his eyes, teasing him as she dragged it across his face. “Let’s see how you like not seeing. Feel it, hon, the heat of my skin on lace. Does it feel good? Can you feel it around your cock?”

  “I want you.” Eyes closed, Jack arched into her, his dick pressing against her. “I want in you. Need to feel your pussy around my cock, milking me.”

  “Yes.” Gillian rolled her hips and guided his hands to the waist of her pants. “Take them off. I want to be naked.”

  Jack grunted, his fingers making short work of the zipper. He pushed the waistband over her hips as best he could before she rose on her knees. With a strangled grunt of protest, she wiggled until he could get her jeans over her ass. Letting him push them down, he ground up, the rasp of denim on her leg harsh. She kicked the leg off and settled back on his lap. Gillian slid her shirt off, rolled it up into a strip, and placed it over his eyes. Tying it behind his head, she leaned forward. “This okay?”

  “Ooh yeah.” Jack rested his hands on her hips, guiding the slow grind she had going. Each bump against her clit sent shards of pleasure through her. She slid her hands between them, undoing the zipper and snap of his jeans and freeing his shaft. Wrapping her hand around it, she stroked him.

  “Harder, go harder. Fuck Gillian, I want in you so bad.” Raspy, his plea reached through the pleasure.

  Gillian gasped and lurched against him. “Yes, please.” She leaned forward and tensed when he grabbed her waist. “What?”

  Jack smiled, trailing his fingers down her flank to the elastic edge of her panties. His tongue darted out to moisten his lips when his fingers slid into the moisture. Two fingers entered her, thrusting upward gently before he withdrew and pulled her panties out of the way. She licked her lips hungrily as he freed his length before sitting back.

  Hands gripping the back of the seat, she leaned forward, her breath left her in a hiss as he slid into her, stretching her. She eased down his length and shuddered at the too-tight feeling. The cab was filled with their groans as they thrust together. Rolling, pitching, hips slapping against each other, Gillian couldn’t stop the building tension until the coil snapped. Screaming, her hands locked on the back of the seat, she rode the white-hot waves. Throb after throb raced through her, her pussy clenching around his cock. She could feel every ounce of his pleasure, the burst of his seed against her womb.

  “You want to go inside now?” Jack’s soft whisper drew a shudder as she struggled to gather her composure.

  “Mm, tired. Want to sleep,” Gillian purred.

  “Later, baby.” Jack chuckled. “Something in the house for you. Including a nice, soft, king-sized bed. With posters, and silk sheets, and pillows…”

  “And a naked you.” Gillian giggled as she tugged her shirt free from his head, wrapped it around her shoulders, and rolled. She grimaced at the cold air on her nether regions before Jack gave her a short, brutal kiss. He tugged his jeans up, buttoning them before grabbing her hand.

  Disheveled, tousled, they darted into the house laughing. Gillian hurried tow
ard the bathroom, the evidence of their activities running down her thighs. The light flipped on as she hurried toward the shower.

  “Gilli, baby, before you get in the shower, I need to ask you something.” Jack lounged against the door frame.

  She pushed her glasses higher on her nose and stared at him. “Oh?”

  “I hope you know I love you, because I do.” The sexy little grin was back. “So, I have an offer I hope you can’t refuse.”

  Gillian laughed softly as she walked across the room to tug his clothes loose. She unbuttoned his jeans and met his gaze. “How can I possibly refuse any offer you make?”

  “Marry me.”

  Gillian froze, her eyes widening. “What?”

  “Marry me, Gilli. I’m offering forever.”

  Gillian stared at him for a few seconds. The hope in his eyes echoed within her. Inhaling, she noted the way he tensed. “Yes.”

  “Yes?”

  “Yes.” Gillian giggled, tearfully. “I love you.” She clung to him and laughed as he spun her around. Pressing a soft kiss to his lips, she wallowed in the warmth, the freedom in her fireman’s arms. Forever had never looked so good.

  The End

  About the Author

  Born in a small northern community, Elise Whyles is the middle of three children. She learned to read and write at a fairly early age and hasn’t looked back. Currently, she lives in British Columbia, Canada, with her husband, son, two dogs, a lizard, and four fish.

  Two years ago, Elise decided she needed to start pursuing her dream of publication. After a lot of debate and inner reflection, she started a series with another author that has been contracted. Now with two books out and a third due out in October 2012, Elise is well on her way to reaching her goal of being a recognized name in the publishing industry.

  For more information on Elise or to send her a note you can check her out on her website at www.elisewhyles.com, or through Facebook at www.facebook.com/elisewhyles.