Heartfire: A Second Chance Romance

by Joanna Blake

"I missed you."

  I shook my head, trying to get off his lap. He held me in place. Then I felt it.

  Drew was hard.

  "Drew! This is indecent! Are you here to eat or what?"

  He nipped my ear as I squirmed.

  "I'd like to eat you."

  I squeaked and slapped his shoulder. He moaned and I clapped my hand over my mouth.

  "Oh no. Did I hurt you? Are you okay?"

  He gave me a puppy dog look.

  "I'm fine. I am hungry though. For what you have between those silky thighs..."

  "Ohhhh you! Stop it!"

  "Only if you give me a kiss."

  I rolled my eyes and gave him a peck on the cheek. I slid from his lap with his lips still puckered. He sighed dramatically and reached for his menu.

  "Fine. I will eat. But I came here to walk you home."

  "You can barely walk!"

  "Doc said fresh air was good for me. Besides, I need you to look after me. All my other nurses quit."

  I knew he was joking but I felt a sharp pang of jealousy. Did he have other nurses other than me and his family? I knew women adored him. All women. He could have any girl he wanted.

  Like a bucket of cold water, there it was again. I pinned a false smile on my lips and jotted down his favorite sandwich.

  "I'll get your usual."

  He smiled at me and I went inside to put in his order. He didn't notice how I'd clammed up. Maybe it didn't matter if he had other girls.

  Maybe I'd learn to live with it.

  Maybe.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Drew

  "This is delicious."

  "I brought you the same exact sandwich yesterday!"

  Janine shook her head at me, sighing with equal parts exasperation and fondness. She was keeping me company while I ate. And holding Kyle on her lap while she did it. I blew a kiss at him and grinned.

  "The fresh air makes it taste even better."

  I popped another bite into my mouth and smacked my lips, exagerating for Kyle's benefit. He clapped his hands and laughed at me. I winked at him and he made a sound that was pure joy.

  "You want some buddy?"

  I held out a French fry and Kyle reached for it. Until big sis yanked it out of my hand and popped it in her mouth. Kyle looked confused. Kind of like he did when we played peekaboo.

  Only this time it was French fry peekaboo.

  "No fair."

  She arched a brow at me.

  "He's too young for greasy food. You want him to poop everywhere?"

  "I wasn't gonna let him eat it."

  "Sure, you weren't. I remember who used to feed the dog under the table."

  "Are you calling my kid a dog?"

  She laughed and shook her head at me, bouncing the baby on her lap. He sure was a happy kid. I loved hanging with him. But I had something on my mind.

  Not something.

  Someone.

  I leaned back and went back to staring into the cafe windows. My girl was in there. And she was avoiding me. She looked worried too... I don't know. She looked off somehow.

  Beautiful but off.

  "She's been quiet lately."

  I turned my head so fast I almost got whiplash.

  "She has?"

  "You must have noticed it."

  Janine bounced the baby idly, giving me a worried look. Suddenly, I was worried too. If my sister was onto it, then it wasn't my imagination.

  "Yeah. I have."

  "Did you say something stupid to her Drew?"

  "No."

  "Are you sure? She seems like a whipped dog lately. I can't put my finger on it."

  "Maybe she's getting ready to run again."

  Janine gave me a hard look.

  "She wouldn't. Not unless you gave her a good reason to."

  "Maybe she wants somebody else."

  "Drew Callaway. If you'd seen her the day of the fire..."

  I perked up, leaning forward.

  "She was worried, huh?"

  "I think she was more scared than me and Laney put together. The Chief took mercy on her and drove her to the hospital straight away. I was worried about her to be honest. But she hasn't snapped out of it since."

  "She was that scared?"

  "She was out of her mind Drew. She sat in that hospital for days. She slept there too. Just went home to breast feed this little guy."

  I leaned back and let my mind go over that. Kennedy had been acting weird- almost guilty. Like she'd done something wrong. Not just worried.

  Ashamed.

  I would get to the bottom of this dammit. I would.

  "She went crazy?"

  "Yes. She was."

  I shrugged lazily and winked at my sister.

  "I have that effect on women sometimes."

  Kennedy stood there, her face pale. She'd overheard what I just said I realized. But how much of it?

  "Thanks for lunch, Sis. I'm hoping this pretty waitress will see me home."

  "Alright, alright. Let me get Kyle's things for you."

  Kennedy looked surprised at getting let out early. She asked Janine if she was sure she could go about eighty times. Finally she pulled off her apron and rolled it up.

  "What's wrong, sweetheart?"

  Kennedy bit her lip in that way that drove me absolutely crazy.

  "You really are feeling better?"

  I nodded slowly. She looked away. And then back at me.

  "Is it true what you said?"

  "What?"

  "About orgasms?"

  I nodded again. My sister came out with Kyle but I couldn't tear my eyes off of Kennedy. We stared at each other, heat flowing between us like lava.

  "Can you watch the baby for a little while, Sis?"

  Janine took one look at the two of us, shook her head wryly and wheeled Kyle back into the cafe.

  I grabbed my crutch and pulled myself to my feet. Kennedy was watching me with an intense look on her face. I stepped closer to her and kissed her softly.

  "Come on."

  I wanted to throw her over my shoulder but I couldn't. I wanted her right there on the street. Instead I turned and used the crutch to walk as gracefully and quickly as I could.

  I knew she was behind me. I knew we were going to be alone momentarily. But I wanted to hurry.

  "Slow down!"

  "No."

  "But-"

  I grinned at her and hobbled faster.

  "Keep up Kennedy."

  Kennedy was practically jogging to keep up with me. I did a quick mental calculation and figured that her place was closer.

  "Is Jamie at home?"

  Kennedy stuttered out that no she wasn't and I made my decision.

  "Good."

  We were both out of breath by the time we reached the front porch. Getting up the stairs required me sitting on my butt and using my arms to hoist myself up each step while Kennedy held my crutch for me. I didn't care. I was getting into that apartment, her bed and her pants.

  Not necessarily in that order.

  I used my good leg to stand up and smiled. I felt like I'd just run a Goddamn marathon. Only this was a triathlon. Getting here was only the first leg of the journey. What happened next was the true test.

  I was skipping the swimming part and going right to the riding.

  Except I wasn't going to be riding a bike.

  I was more interested in a fuckathon, to put it bluntly.

  Kennedy opened the front door and glanced over her shoulder at me. She looked a little nervous. I didn't blame her.

  You can only starve a wild dog for so long before it starts to bite.

  We were inside for less than a second before I had her pushed up against the wall, my body wedged between her thighs. I used my arms to hold her legs open and wrap them around me.

  I groaned in pleasure. Just being there, just being close to her, was making me lose control. It was enough to make my whole body light up like a Goddamn Christmas tree.

  I kissed her har
d, letting my tongue have free reign. That wasn't enough. My hands were pulling her shirt up to her armpits and fumbling for her bra. She moaned as I cupped her gorgeous breasts, kneading them softly as I plundered her mouth.

  I grunted and started to circle my hips against her.

  "Drew!"

  I undid the button to her jeans and tried to balance as I tugged them over her juicy hips. I nipped the smooth skin that popped out and she squealed.

  "Hmmff... Kennedy. I need you- to take- these jeans off!"

  She stared at me, her lips red and puffy, her beautiful face flushed, her hair rumpled from my hands running through it.

  She looked like a pin up doll. A movie star. A sex kitten.

  My sex kitten.

  "Don't you want to- lie down?"

  "No."

  "But-"

  I braced my hands on either side of her and stared into her eyes.

  "Kennedy. Please."

  And she did it. Just like that. I asked- okay, borderline begged- but she did it. I almost thanked her for being so agreeable but I was too busy tugging my jeans down to my ankles. I couldn't get one leg over my cast easily so I left it there, looking like a fool.

  Okay, so it wasn't exactly dignified but it worked.

  I knelt awkwardly and tugged Kennedy's panties down over her luscious hips. I dove in, licking and sucking her sweet little pussy as if my life depended on it. She was so tender and tasty and already ready for me.

  "Can't wait... hmmfff... you taste... so good..."

  I knew I should take the time to make her come but I was too greedy. After I decided. I would take my time making her scream after.

  I did love to make her scream.

  I used the wall to stand again and pulled my rock hard cock out. It felt like I hadn't come in weeks. Months. Years. I stared at her as I notched it into the delicious slit between her pussy lips. I watched the whole way as I eased deeper and deeper inside her.

  "Hmmfff... fuck Kennedy!"

  She let out a low animalistic whimper, like a cat in heat.

  "Later. I'm going to eat you up later."

  I closed my eyes and groaned as I bottomed out inside her. She was so tight and slick that I thought I might lose my mind.

  Hell, I already had.

  I used both legs to thrust, my hands on her ass. It was like sliding into heaven. Again and again. Hard and fast. There was no holding back now. Not this time.

  I was going hell for leather and so was she.

  I cursed as Kennedy started slamming into the wall, lifting one hand to cup the back of her head. I wasn't going to stop pumping, so I had to protect her. I didn't want her to get hurt.

  I just wanted to fuck her so hard the house was coming down around us.

  As if on cue, I heard something fall off a shelf in the living room. A vase from the sound of it. It shattered on the floor. But I didn't care.

  Neither did Kennedy from the look on her face.

  "Unfff... Fuck Neddy!"

  She felt so good, bare skinned against me. I wanted to fuck her like this for hours but I knew I wouldn't last. Fuck hours. That wasn't nearly long enough to satisfy me.

  I wanted to fuck her like this for years.

  I thought about that, having her in my bed. My house. My wall.

  I could fuck her whenever I wanted to. See her. Taste her. Touch her. Hold her.

  But especially fuck her.

  With a bellow I felt my seed come barreling up my shaft. I unloaded inside her in a massive jet of come. I was shaking as I thrusted out of tempo, barely able to think, let alone concentrate on what I was doing.

  There was only Kennedy and me. My cock. Her pussy. And the wonderful things they were doing with each other.

  "Oh God! Christ!"

  She whimpered and shimmied as her body clamped down on mine. I flinched. It was almost too good. She was too snug of a fit. Too perfect. Too creamy and delicious.

  And I was still coming.

  So was she.

  I looked down at her gorgeous face, flushed and wild and free. I kissed her hard and then tilted my head back as the last drops of come shot out of my body with tremendous force.

  "Ahhhhh!!!"

  With a groan I collapsed against her, almost stumbling with one leg still in my jeans. She sighed as I kissed her neck, finally pulling out of her. I moaned, immediately wanting back in.

  I grinned at her as she fussed over me, trying to free my cast from the jeans. With a grunt I was loose and I grabbed my crutch with one arm and her with the other. I squeezed her adorable ass and she squealed.

  "Come on sweetheart. I want to try this in a bed now."

  Kennedy

  "Is your leg alright?"

  "Yes. Kennedy, please."

  I was nervously straddling Drew, uncertain of how to proceed. It was hard for him to maneuver around horizontally with the cast, though I couldn't complain about how he handled himself standing up...

  "Baby... come on..."

  I bit my lip and stifled my embarrassment. He'd seen me naked plenty of times. There was no reason to be nervous.

  But I was.

  He gripped his cock, holding it up towards me. All I had to do was lower myself onto it. Of course, I'd never done that before. Not really. He'd flipped us over a few times, but we'd already been... doing it. I'd never started on top. Or taken charge.

  So this was a first.

  He tried to lift his hips and groaned. I braced my hand on the wall, afraid to press on his ribs. I almost fell over as he grabbed my hips and guided me onto him. I gasped as he pressed me down firmly onto his tip, one hand gripping his cock, guiding it home.

  "Unnfff... God, Neddy! Okay now... just... sit down."

  He hissed as I did as he said. My pussy felt stretched wide as he opened me with his thick shaft. I shuddered at the sensations and I wasn't even all the way in.

  "Good- Christ! That's it baby. Now just- move a little bit."

  My thighs were working overtime to keep me from crashing down on him. He didn't fit inside me easily at first. He never had. It took time for me to get used to him.

  But I could move... a little.

  "Ohhhhh..."

  I was shocked at the sound that came out of my mouth as I shifted my hips back and forth. I tried going up and down a little and that felt even better. And then I made an experimental little circle. That felt the best of all.

  So good, it surprised me.

  So good, I was whimpering.

  So good, I was dripping all over him and close to finishing in a matter of minutes.

  Thankfully, he chose that moment to take over. Drew grabbed my hips and started to move me on him. My head fell back as we found the tempo together. Then his hands were all over me, tweaking my sensitive parts as he urged me to keep going.

  Just a little faster baby... That's it baby... You can do it sweetheart...

  He reached between us and rubbed my clit.

  Just like that, I was shuddering in ecstasy. I was convulsing, trying to concentrate on not falling on him. And failing.

  "Ahhh!"

  I caught myself by griping the wall and putting an outstretched arm on the bed. But I still fell on top of him. Drew didn't stop screwing me though. He was smiling and grimacing at once. The next thing I knew, I was being lifted up and over onto my back.

  Drew was braced above me, grinning down at me.

  "Drew! What are you doing?"

  "Round three baby."

  "Wait, what time is it?"

  "I don't know."

  He grinned at me.

  "And I don't care."

  Slowly, he slid inside me and we both groaned. He started doing that thing he did so well. That sexy little swoop he made every time he thrust into me. In and up, just a tiny bit. I was having trouble focusing but I had to-

  "Drew... oh... We have to get the baby!"

  He grabbed his phone and texted someone, still thrusting. I was out of mind and barely able to move and he was doing two things at
once. He winked at me and I moaned.

  Make that three things.

  I had to finish this and quickly. I had to get Kyle. As much as I wanted to stay in bed with him all day... I didn't want to win the worst mother of the year award either!

  I had to take charge. I smiled up at Drew and locked my legs around him. Then I started thrusting up, hard and fast.

  "Kennedy- what- oh GOD!"

  Drew's face twisted up as he lost his tempo. I felt him expand inside me and the tingles started again. The tingles that meant the end was near.

  I smiled to myself. I liked the ending. I loved watching Drew come.

  Feeling him.

  "Jesus- I'm gonna come, Neddy!"

  I held on tight as he rattled the bed, banging it into the wall with the force of his climax. He thrust into me again and again. I was coming too. Something about the way he felt inside me always did that to me.

  It was the best feeling in the world.

  Drew's eyes were closed as he leaned against me. Not to hard though. He never let me take his full weight.

  I wondered if he was as gentle with his other women. I knew he'd done this with other women. Lots of other women. I'd only been with him, but he...

  I knew who he was. What he was. And Drew just wasn't the settling down type.

  Just like that. I was crying.

  "What's wrong, Neddy?"

  I shook my head, not looking at him. He was still inside me. He brushed the hair out of my face and asked me again.

  "Neddy. What is it?"

  The words burst out of me. My voice was choked and reedy- weak. I hated it. But I couldn't hold the words back any longer.

  "I don't think I can share you."

  "What? Share me? With who?"

  "With other girls."

  "What?"

  He sat up, withdrawing from me abruptly. I felt so cold and lonely suddenly. I reached for the sheet, pulling it over my body.

  "I'm sorry. I know- I know that's just how you are. But I don't think I can handle it. I'm not running away though. This time I'm asking you to let me go."

  "Fuck that."

  "I can't be the one to do it Drew. I won't. It has to be you."

  I could barely look at him. He was staring at me like I was an insect on a log. I didn't blame him. I was an over emotional female having a messy 'relationship' scene. Drew didn't like drama.

  I didn't either.

  But this was unavoidable.