Dallas Fire & Rescue_Sizzling Attraction

by Thianna D.

  “So here you can get what you want without worry.” That made sense to him. “Totally get that, Madison. And I’m happy to give you what you need.”

  She looked over her shoulder and smiled. It wasn’t her come-hither smile. It looked more natural. Relieved. “Thanks.”

  “No problem.” He stepped to the side and rubbed over her globes to get the blood flowing. If she wanted his belt, she was going to get it. But he didn’t want to harm her either. He had already removed the buckle so he folded the belt over and held it tightly with one hand while the other rested on her upper back.

  The first swing of the belt whistled slightly in the air before it landed with a defined slap right across the center of her buttocks. She grunted and jerked forward slightly before pushing back for another. He pulled the leather back and nodded at the light pink welt that ran across her skin. His mark. Beau pulled his arm back and let another blow fall, the sound sharp in the room as was her intake of breath. That welt was a little deeper and it glowed a faint red. Perfect.

  He used the same amount of power with each swing, creating a long line of welts that ran over her butt cheeks and down each thigh. It was a beautiful sight. When he went to toss the belt to the side as he wanted to be in her, she spread her legs further apart. “My clit,” she panted and he stared at her, uncomprehending. “Hit my clit.”

  His cock throbbed with desire at the demand. Madison wanted him to spank her clit with his belt. Holy shit. He hadn’t had such a fantastic request since… Beau’s brain ground to a halt. No. He stared at her gorgeous ass, trying to recall. Madison. Maddie. The sexy sub who had wanted him to smack her pussy. There was no fucking way the universe could be that cruel, could it? Surely if this was her, it was the possibility for another chance?

  He’d ask her before she left.

  “Are you sure?” he asked, his breathing fast and intense.

  “Yes,” she cried out. “Do it.”

  “Spread your legs further.” He wanted to hit her in the right spot. She obeyed and the scent of her sex floated up to him making him groan. Madison was wet and wanting. Fuck. Beau gripped the leather and aimed, wishing he had a crop on hand. It would aim perfectly. Using less force, he let the belt fly. It smacked against her labia and clit and she let out a cry as she arched her back and shoved her hips up toward him.

  In that moment, the angle showed off a tiny tattoo of a fox on her inner thigh, a tattoo he had dreamt of for two fucking years. Holy shit. It was her. Maddie.

  “Again,” she begged.

  “I want you.”

  “Hit me again and then take me.”

  Well, he couldn’t argue with that. Madison knew what she wanted and needed. And he was just the man to give it to her. He used a little more force and once again, smacked his belt over her most sensitive area. Her entire body jerked as she went into an orgasm and it was all he could do to fumble with a condom and get it on so that he could thrust inside, the continued muscle spasms squeezing him.

  “This is gonna be fast, darlin’,” he gasped as he took a firm hold on her hips.

  “Fuck me, cowboy,” she grunted.

  So he did. She was so slick, so wet, that the first time he pulled his hips back, his dick popped out and he had to line it up again. The scent of her filled his nostrils and with a growl, he rammed back in and fucked her hard, his hips slamming into hers every other second as he rutted against her. Grunts and mewls continually left her throat as he took her. When he started pulling her hips back sharply to meet each thrust, she put her hands on the mattress and helped, shoving her hips back to meet each drive of his body.

  It was rough. It was loud. It was the best sex he’d ever had. As his rhythm went off and his balls pulled up slightly, he knew he was close. And damn if he wished he could lengthen the time. He wanted to fuck her for hours. The thrill was better than riding a bronc. When he came, he shoved as far in as he could get and held her still as he emptied into the condom. Their harsh breaths filled the air and it took a few seconds before he could pull out and dump the condom into the trash.

  When he came back, she had flumped onto the bed but her feet were still on the floor. In the dim light, he could see a trail of liquid as it dribbled down her leg. Fuck that was hot.

  He sat down on the bed and reached down for her arms. “Come on, darlin’.” He pulled her up onto the bed and half onto his chest. She curled up against him and he thought she was a nice fit.

  They lay there in an exhausted silence and he wondered if she’d gone to sleep when she spoke. “How long have you been into kinky stuff?”

  “Dreamed about it my whole life,” Beau said. “But I didn’t do anything until I met up with some people on the circuit who do. It’s both a fetish and a lifestyle for me.” There was no way to know if she would understand the difference.

  She nodded, her hair tickling his chest as she moved. “When Terrell spanked me at first, it was just for fun. And then we found out that it helped lower my stress. He’d spank me the night before a big test and I’d sleep like a baby.”

  “Too bad you didn’t work out.”

  Madison snorted derisively. “My family…” She blew out a long breath. “They’re political and want to show a certain visage to the public. So Dad wasn’t about to have his only daughter dating a black man. He scared Terrell off but I didn’t know that until several years later. I thought Terrell just dumped me.”

  He combed lightly through her hair, loving the feel of the silken strands through his fingers. So much better than that ugly wig she’d worn that night. Beau wondered what it would feel like to use her hair to rub one out. It would probably feel amazing. “Your dad sounds like an ass.”

  “A bit. I don’t really know him. Mom died when I was young and I was raised by a string of nannies and stepmothers who didn’t really want anything to do with me. Dad’s on wife number four now. She’s five years younger than I am.”

  Shit. No wonder she wanted a spanking. “Your stress levels been super high lately?” he guessed.

  “Mmm-hmm. In three months they’re going to announce I’m running for office.”

  “Really? That’s cool. What are you goin’ for?” He could see the self-confidant woman in his arms being a senator or congresswoman. Hell, give her a few more years and she could be president.

  “Governor.”

  “Wow.” That sounded like one tough job.

  “Yeah. I shouldn’t have come back tonight. If someone finds out, the press will have a field day, not to mention the guy I’ll be running against. But every time I moved I could feel the remnant of your spanking—not to mention my sore puss.” She glanced up and grinned at him. “And I felt lighter. So I figured I’d come and as long as you were alone that maybe I could get a little more.”

  “Okay, I’m gonna ask the unaskable question. My Momma would gauge me for even thinkin’ of it. How old are ya?” She looked around thirty, but he’d never been good with that kind of thing.

  “I’ll be thirty the day we announce my candidacy. Just old enough.” She didn’t sound happy, though whether that was because of turning thirty or due to running for office, he couldn’t tell.

  Just old enough. She was the perfect age, perfect attitude, perfect body. Shit. “Madison?” he said.

  “Mmm?” She sounded as though she was half asleep.

  “Maddie?” She groaned and a little snore came out of her nose. Damn. He’d tell her as soon as they woke up. Tell her that he knew she was the one from two years ago. How would she feel about it? Would it matter to her?

  Chapter Six

  Lying half on top of Beau was the most comfortable she’d been in a long time. She wished she could stay there and not have to go back to the world where she had to play a part, a part that she had begun to think was her until Beau spanked it out of her the night before. That morning, when she darted out of his motel room, she’d felt a little free and a lot daring. It reminded her of how she used to be before Terrell left her.

  Ju
st who was she anymore? Madison wasn’t sure but after what just happened, she had to find out. The feeling of Beau’s hand on her ass had been wonderful, but his belt was so much better. She wondered if he would do some of the things she craved. So many years she’d dreamed of having a man shove her to her knees and treat her like a slut.

  Her clit was still sore from being smacked with the leather and she reveled in the sting. Actually she reveled in Beau. He was sexy, hot, a really good lay, and genuinely nice. And he would be leaving town in a few days. She needed to keep that in mind.

  His deep breathing lifted her head up and down. Thankfully he didn’t snore. She glanced at the curtains. There was no light coming in so she figured the sun wasn’t up yet. She needed to get up and leave before he woke up. Something told her that if he was nice to her in the light of day that leaving would be infinitely harder. Especially since she’d told him her deepest secrets. Why had she found such a great guy who was only temporary? It seemed cruel that fate would do that to her again.

  Then again, she needed to face the fact that she couldn’t have kept him anyway. He wasn’t the type of guy her father would allow to date her. Not that Beau seemed the dating type.

  Stop being a teenage girl, she told herself. She was an adult and needed to do adult things. Behaving like a dreamy-eyed girl would be stupid. No matter how much she wanted to curl closer into Beau’s embrace.

  At that thought, she shimmied backward, careful to remove the strands of her hair that were twisted around his fingers. Thankfully she’d dumped all her clothes in one spot. She got dressed and left the room, forcing herself not to dawdle. Madison sprinted to her car, got in, and left the parking lot quickly, not daring to look back and see if by chance he’d woken up and followed her out the door. Of course he wouldn’t do that. She was just a fling. But a part of her wished he would.

  She didn’t go home but instead drove straight to Judy’s apartment. She hadn’t told her much the day before, but her friend was the only one she could be completely honest with. Even with her horror about Beau being a spanker, surely Judy would listen. And hopefully have a few pearls of wisdom to impart. Things like “He doesn’t want you, just your body” and “He’s using you” would be useful. She might even believe them if Judy spoke the words.

  The guest parking was empty so she pulled into a spot and jogged to the front doors of Judy’s high-rise apartment building. As soon as she was in between the two sets of doors, she pushed the button to Judy’s apartment. It took several pushes and a few minutes before her friend’s bleary voice said, “What?”

  “Judy. It’s Madison. Can I come up?”

  There was no reply, but the click that told her the other doors were now unlocked had her rushing through them and to the elevator. Time to talk to her friend. She needed a cold dose of reality.

  Judy’s door was open by the time she reached the eleventh floor and she stepped inside. A pot of coffee was percolating, sending off the wonderful aroma of chocolate. “Sit down,” Judy said with a yawn, her blonde hair up in a messy bun and her bunny slippers making light taps on the hardwood. She didn’t say anything else until she’d filled two mugs with coffee and put a plate of cookies between them. “All right. Talk. Why are you here at three a.m.?”

  Madison took a nice long sip of the fragrant coffee and sighed. “I love that you make it with chocolate.”

  Judy managed a smile and nodded in encouragement. “Come on, Mad. What’s gotten into you?”

  Something about the question made her cough a laugh. “If I said a really huge dick, would you hit me?”

  Judy froze mid-sip and then started to giggle. “Wow. I haven’t heard you say something like that in ages. Who is he and does he have a well-endowed friend for me?”

  Madison’s shoulders relaxed and she shrugged. “He has at least one sexy friend, though I don’t know how endowed he is.” She took another sip of coffee and then looked into her friend’s eyes. “It’s Beau.”

  Judy picked up a cookie and bit into it, seeming to be considering before she responded. “You saw him again?”

  “I just left his motel,” Madison admitted, remembering the heat of his body against hers.

  “But he’s a kinky spanko, whatever that means,” Judy said with a shudder.

  “So am I.”

  Judy’s eyes widened. “Oh.” She ate another cookie. “So he… uh…”

  “Yes and he’s very good at it,” Madison said. “Not to mention he’s the best fuck I’ve ever had.”

  “Tell it like it is, Mad.” Judy winked. “I haven’t heard you be this honest since… wow, college. What made you…? Oh.” She blinked as if a realization hit her. “You had someone spank you in college, didn’t you?”

  “Terrell.”

  “He was a hottie.”

  Madison smiled. “Yeah. He was. And he spanked well. Though nothing like Beau. But I think that’s because Beau’s has more experience.” Just the memory of it made her rear end burn.

  “Your dad’s gonna flip a gasket.”

  “I know.” Madison’s whole body flumped. “But Beau’s leaving in a few days so I can only see him a couple more times anyway.”

  Judy sipped more of her coffee and fidgeted a little. “Why?”

  “He’s on the rodeo circuit, Judy. He’ll go off to another rodeo and I’ll be here.”

  “No. No. I meant why can’t you continue things. Long distance isn’t fun, but you’ve got money. You could fly out to wherever he’s riding whenever you need a little spanky or something.”

  Madison put her mug down and stared at her friend. “You’re not giving me the dose of reality I expected.” Where was reality when she needed it?

  Judy cocked her eyebrows up. “What? You wanted me to say something like ‘You’re two ships passing in the night’ or ‘He’s just a stupid cowboy’ or something? First off, he’s not stupid. Full ride to UT Austin and I found out today that he didn’t walk away like I thought he did. He took his classes long distance. Graduated with a bachelor’s in business. He’s smart, sexy, a good lay, supposedly kinky as fuck, and into spanking like you are. Plus, this is the first time I’ve seen the real Madison Barnet in a very long time.” She smiled. “He’s good for you.”

  Leaning forward, Madison pressed her forehead against the countertop. “Not helping.”

  “Besides, you never wanted to be governor.”

  “Really not helping.”

  “Maybe you could be a governor with a hot cowboy on the side.” Judy paused long enough that Madison looked up. The evil glint in her friend’s eyes told her that whatever was about to come out of her friend’s mouth would be unexpected. “Maybe you could have a paddle made with the word Governor engraved on it so it sinks into your skin.” She burst into giggles as Madison gaped at her. Judy giggled so long that as she took a breath, she snorted, which sent her into a round of giggle snorts.

  “You’re crazy,” Madison teased. “Which is why I love you.”

  Judy smiled. “Of course you do. And while I’m not saying go chase Beau as you’ve known one another less than forty-eight hours, I am saying that it’s nice to have you back, Mad. I wondered if that girl was even in you anymore.”

  “So did I.” Madison lifted her mug and clinked it against Judy’s. “So maybe I’ll take advantage of Beau being nearby for the next few nights and then decide what to do.”

  “There you go.” Judy cocked her head to one side. “Doesn’t it hurt?”

  Madison smiled, knowing what she was referring to. “It can. But that’s actually a good thing. I’m not some weird masochist,” she assured her friend. “But it helps lower stress.”

  Judy nodded slowly. “I do walking and meditation. You have a gorgeous man tan your hide. Hmm.” She grinned. “Can I get a gorgeous guy to be my towel boy while I do my walking and meditation?”

  Madison laughed. “Why not? Just make sure he’s well endowed. It helps.” Judy poured some more cookies onto the plate and for the first time in yea
rs, they got into some girl talk. It was fun and stress free and by the time Madison left, the sun had been up for hours and she felt good. Though that might have had to do with the sugar and caffeine.

  Chapter Seven

  Tapping his fingers lightly on the steering wheel, Beau made his way downtown. Cities weren’t his thing as a rule. He preferred the wide open spaces, the smell of horses and dirt, and the camaraderie of people who worked like he did. But whenever he was in Dallas, there were a few people he got together with. Logan Maxwell had been his friend way back in high school and they got together to shoot the shit at least once a year. Of all things for Logan to do, he’d become a police detective. Beau had no doubt he was good at his job. As long as he’d known him, Logan was the type to spot things others couldn’t see. He could only imagine criminals must hate it when the man was on their case.

  Logan was busier than he was, so they’d agreed to meet for coffee. He had to travel several blocks before finally finding a car park with enough headspace to take his truck. “It’s fucking Dallas. You’d think they’d be prepared for it.” He got out and headed back toward the coffee shop. The hot summer sun combined with the humidity already had his clothes clinging to him like a second skin. Just one of the things he didn’t miss about Dallas. Beau loved Texas, but he had never been a fan of humidity.

  The café was bustling with people when he walked in, though most seemed to be to-go orders. One quick glance told him Logan hadn’t arrived. He strode up to the barista and smiled. She sent a flirty smile back. “Give me a large black coffee.” Beau knew the lingo. It had been drummed into him over the years, but he steadfastly refused to use it. Kendrick could rattle off an order that sounded far more complicated than a coffee should be, but he stuck to plain, simple, black coffee.

  After getting his coffee and a piece of pound cake, he slid into a booth and waited. At the exact time he and Logan had planned to meet, the man stepped inside the café. In jeans and a suit jacket, he looked every inch a police detective. He glanced around and grinned when he spotted Beau. Two fingers held up to say he’d be over in a minute, Logan went up to the barista and ordered his coffee. “Quad tall macchiato.” Beau would have to tease him about that.