A Lick of Flame

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by Cathryn Fox


  “Forget I asked,” Haley said and gave a long slow whistle. “Jeez, I never thought I’d see the day when Beachville’s bad boy turned into a one-woman kind of guy.” Haley touched Madison’s hand. “I’m thrilled for you, Madison, and maybe just a little jealous that you’re having great sex and I’m not. Jesus, the guys in this town are so boring. I mean, if I wanted to settle down and have dull sex for the rest of my life, then I don’t have to look any farther than Beachville. But I don’t.”

  Just then Cole Landon sauntered into the coffee shop. He gave them a quick nod as he hobbled up to the counter.

  Haley sighed. “Jesus, that guy is smoking hot.”

  Madison glanced at Cole. “And not at all boring.” She made a tsking sound and added, “He really does have that whole bad-boy thing working for him, doesn’t he? It’s a shame his injury shortened his soccer season. But now that he’s back in town…”

  When her voice fell off, Haley asked, “What about it?”

  Madison pointed her finger at her friend. “So when are you going to go for it?”

  “Excuse me?”

  “Come on. You know you want him. You’ve always wanted him.”

  “Yeah, but you remember what it was like in high school. Jocks slept with cheerleaders, not good girls on student council.”

  “We’re not in high school anymore. And really, you’re not that good of a girl.”

  Haley feigned hurt. “Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?”

  Madison arched a brow. “I don’t think you want me to go into details, but let me just remind you I was there when you ‘borrowed’ the camera from the audio visual room. And I know what you did with it.”

  “Okay, okay, enough said,” Haley rushed out, holding her hands up in surrender.

  “So why not have some fun with the jock while he’s back in town. A summer fling to show him what he’s missed out on by underestimating little miss co-president.”

  Mischief lit her friend’s eyes. “Well, he is coming in for physical therapy next week.”

  When Cole left, Madison finished her coffee and stood. “You. Cole. A private room with a bed. Among other props. Yeah, I think I’ll leave the rest to you.”

  They stepped out into the warm August sunshine and began walking the two blocks to Madison’s street.

  When they took the corner, Madison glanced at her friend and noted the look on her face. She could only assume she was thinking more about Madison’s sexy suggestion. Her friend finally broke the silence and asked, “When did you become such a bad girl anyway, Madison?”

  Madison winked. “Sean brings it out in me.” She thought about her exhibitionist antics on the rooftop. “In fact, he brings a lot of things out in me.” They sauntered up Madison’s walkway, but before she pushed open the door, she grabbed her mail. Haley followed her into the condo and asked, “Any more news on the fire?”

  “No, not yet.”

  Madison glanced over the envelopes and frowned when she spotted one with nothing but her name scribbled on the front. She tore it open and scanned the paper.

  “What does it say?”

  “It says, Meet me at the yacht.”

  Haley shook her head, a telltale smile on her mouth. “Okay, it’s official. I’m totally jealous.”

  Madison pulled her cell out of her pocket. She was just about to punch in the number but hung up when the police officer she was calling knocked on her front door.

  Less than twenty minutes later, Madison walked along the wobbling wharf leading to the yacht. She climbed on board and made her way to the cabin below. When she reached the bottom and spotted Sean, an agonized look moved over his face.

  “Madison,” he said, his eyes wide, clearly surprised to see her standing there.

  Madison’s glance went from Sean, who was flat out on the mattress with both arms handcuffed to the bedposts, to Tara, who was half dressed and straddling him.

  “Madison,” Sean rushed out again. “It’s not what you think.”

  Madison drew a calming breath and worked to keep her voice level when she said, “Oh no?” She took in the flush on Tara’s cheeks, and the way her big breasts spilled out of her sexy lace bra. Standing there staring down at the two, Madison took a second to wrap her brain around what she was seeing.

  “I’m pretty sure it’s exactly what it looks like,” she countered.

  Tara gave a sassy shake of her head and seemed quite pleased with herself. “I told you, Madison. You can’t trust a playboy firefighter, because when you play with fire, you inevitably end up getting burned.”

  Trust?

  Tara wanted to talk to her about trust? Really, how could she not trust a man who put her feelings, safety and needs first, a man who cared about her well-being—emotional and physical—and went to extremes to prove just how much he cared?

  “Madison,” Sean said again, sounding almost desperate. “Come on. It’s not what it looks like. You know you can trust me.”

  A long moment passed between them as her glance met and locked with Sean’s. Then she broke the quiet and said, “That’s right. I do know that.” Madison turned and called for Carter, who’d accompanied her to the yacht after showing up at her door.

  Carter came down the stairs with the note Madison found in her mailbox.

  “You’re coming with me,” Carter said, and hauled Tara off Sean.

  “What’s going on?” Tara asked.

  Madison tossed Tara her shirt. “What’s going on is that I recognized your handwriting. The handwriting on that letter matched the writing on the ones you’ve been sending to Sean.”

  Tara swallowed, and realizing she’d been caught, she rushed out, “Sean, it’s not like that. I just wanted to get back together.” Her eyes shot daggers as they turned to Madison. “She won’t make you happy. Not like I can.”

  “That’s enough,” Carter said as he hauled her up the stairs. He turned back to Madison. “I’ll meet you both at the station.” When Tara struggled, he held her tighter and said, “You’re coming with me. And we have a fire we need to discuss. Again.”

  Madison nodded, but instead of following behind, she said, “We need a minute.”

  “No worries. Tara’s not going anywhere.”

  When the two left, Madison folded her arms and stared at Sean’s handcuffs. “How did a little girl like her get a guy like you into those?”

  “I don’t know.” He rolled his eyes, clearly agitated by the situation. “I think she put something in my drink.”

  “There is something seriously wrong with that girl,” Madison said as she tested the handcuffs. “Pretty secure.”

  “Yeah, I know.”

  Madison stepped back to look him over and couldn’t help but think how sexy he looked.

  He pulled on the cuffs again. “You want to uncuff me?”

  “I don’t think so.”

  “Come on, Madison, get me out of these.”

  Madison laughed and gave him a mischievous grin. “You know, you’ve been a little dominant in the bedroom. Always having to be the one in charge.”

  He shifted uncomfortably on the bed, “Yeah, and you like it,” he shot back. “So don’t deny it.”

  “Oh, I’m not denying it, but since Tara went to all this trouble, and you look so damn good lying there at my mercy, maybe I’ll leave you like this.” She cocked her head and gestured toward the overhead mirror, turning the tables on him. “You know, so I can be in charge of your pain and pleasure.”

  He let loose a groan. “Jesus Christ!” Her glance left his face and took in the bulge in his jeans. She trailed her fingers along his hard thighs and toyed with his button. “You really need to stop playing with fire, Madison,” he bit out, his eyes smoldering.

  “Why, when it’s so fun?” She pulled open his jeans, released his zipper and let his cock spring free. Sean’s hips jutted forward, his rock-hard erection beckoning her mouth as the yacht swayed against the dock.

  As precome glistened on his crown, she said, �
�Oh my. You’re burning up, Sean.” Then she made a tsking sound. “And there really is only one way to extinguish these kinds of flames.” His eyes blazed with yearning as she leaned forward to run her wet tongue along the length of him.

  “Fuck,” he murmured and bucked against her mouth.

  Madison gave him a naughty-girl grin before she pulled him in deeper for a long hard suck. The handcuffs jangled and Sean’s cock swelled in her mouth.

  A moment later his muscles tensed and his voice came out like rusty nails when he said, “So help me, God, you are so going to pay for this, Madison!”

  She lifted her eyes to see him, and when their glances met, and she saw warmth and tenderness mingling with lust, she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that in his eyes she was beautiful and desirable and they really were playing for keeps.

  Her heart swelled with the love she felt for him. “That’s what I’m counting on, Sean. That’s exactly what I’m counting on.”

  About the Author

  A multi-published author in the romance genre, Cathryn Fox is a wife, mom, sister, daughter, and friend. She loves dogs, sunny weather, anything chocolate (she never says no to a brownie), pizza and red wine. She has two teenagers who keep her busy with their never-ending activities, and a husband who is convinced he can turn her into a mixed-martial-arts fan. Cathryn can never find balance in her life, is always trying to find time to go to the gym, can never keep up with emails, Facebook or Twitter, and tries to write page-turning books that her readers will love.

  A Maritimer and former financial officer, Cathryn has lived all over Canada but has finally settled down in her childhood hometown with her family.

  To learn more about Cathryn please visit www.cathrynfox.com.

  You can find her on Facebook. https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=692401057&ref=tn_tnmn

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  Or come chat with her at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/wicked_writers/

  Look for these titles by Cathryn Fox

  Now Available:

  Blood Ties

  One on One

  Dance of the Dragon

  Pleasure Inn

  All Tied Up

  All Worked Up

  All Lit Up

  Boys of Beachville

  Good at Being Bad

  Whispering Cove

  Brazen in Whispering Cove

  Wet in Whispering Cove

  Coming Soon:

  Boys of Beachville

  Bad Girl Therapy

  Sometimes a good girl just needs a little naughty.

  Good at Being Bad

  © 2012 Cathryn Fox

  Boys of Beachville, Book 1

  Public relations specialist Allison Cooper is more than ready to handle a career make-or-break assignment: to develop and market a charity calendar featuring hot men. Her only problem is Mr. July, a sexy cop who happens to be her ex-lover.

  Trying to keep his image squeaky clean—a must for her promotion—raises all sorts of challenges, especially when this bad boy is throwing a little kink into her plan.

  Image is the last thing on Carter James’s mind. He agreed to be Mr. July on one condition—that during his promo month, Allison never leaves his side. He wants her back, and to make that happen he needs her undivided attention to teach him good from bad. Unless bad is what the lady wants…

  Warning: Contains frank language, hot sex on the beach, and illegal but sexy use of handcuffs. Author cannot be held accountable for aroused state of mind or ruined manicures upon completion of this steamy book.

  Enjoy the following excerpt for Good at Being Bad:

  His warm breath tickled her neck. “I’ve missed you, Ally.”

  She opened her mouth to speak, but what could she say. She’d missed him too.

  As lust overrode common sense and desire sang through her veins, she found herself melting into him.

  His warm hand slid under her blouse and brushed over her stomach. His touch sent shock waves through her and unleashed her need. As she took pleasure in the feel of his strong hands on her body, and felt his hard arousal press against her back, some small coherent part of her brain warned that she was crossing a line, one that might not be so easy to come back from and would undoubtedly result in heartache.

  Allison gulped. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

  Carter spun her to face him. He wet his mouth as dark eyes full of passion searched her face. “Do you want me to stop?”

  Her womb clenched as moisture pooled between her legs. “Yes. No. I don’t know.”

  Carter brushed the soft pad of his thumb over her lips. “That bad feeling again?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Okay, tell you what, sweetheart. Let’s not overthink this. Instead, let’s just do what feels good.”

  She opened her mouth, but her words of protest were lost on a moan when his lips crashed down on hers. Warm need pulsed through her blood as he kissed her long and hard until her body throbbed with pent-up passion. When he deepened the kiss and she tasted the beer on his tongue, she knew she was utterly trumped.

  God, it’s been too long since I’ve been kissed like this.

  He abandoned her mouth and pressed his lips to that sensitive area on her neck as he pushed a knee between her legs to widen them. His lips felt like fire on her skin, and there was nothing she could do to stop herself from grinding her pussy against his hard thigh. Pleasure coursed through her, hot and heavy in her veins. She couldn’t deny that she wanted this, wanted him so much she ached. Her hands raced over him with aroused eagerness, tugging at his T-shirt.

  God, I need…

  When she whimpered, Carter looked at her. His voice was so intimate, so soft and full of emotions when he asked, “Did that feel good, Ally?”

  She gave a slow nod, her breath labored, unsteady. With that, Carter tore off his shirt and pulled her close. She ran her hands over his hard back muscles, reacquainting herself with his strong, athletic body. His fingers found the buttons on her blouse, and he opened them one by one, until her hard nipples were exposed through her lace bra.

  A low sound crawled out of his throat as he brushed his thumb over one distended bud. “How about this, sweetheart? Does this feel good?”

  Instead of answering she let her lids fall shut, her body basking in the erotic sensations rolling through her.

  Allison ran her tongue over her kiss-swollen lips as want burned a lazy path through her body. Carter pulled her bra cup to the side and lowered his mouth to her breast. That first, sweet flick of his tongue over her sensitive nipple had her arching into him and moaning in sensual bliss.

  “Oh God, yes,” she cried out, and that seemed to be all the encouragement Carter needed.

  He quickly removed her sweater, blouse and bra, leaving her standing there in nothing but her jeans. He took a long moment to look at her near nakedness, the heat in his eyes intensifying and warming her all over.

  He stepped close, lightly caressing her arms as he dipped his head, his hair brushing her cheek. “You’re beautiful, Ally.”

  Her gaze slid over him, need pumping through her veins. “So are you.”

  He packaged her in his strong arms, and she could feel his cock press into her stomach. His eyes were dark, his gaze tormented. “Tell me you want this.”

  As his primal essence completely overwhelmed her, she struggled to think, to rationalize. But her brain didn’t want to work, and her body only wanted to feel. In that instant she made the quick decision that tonight was too perfect to pass up. The combination of the full moon, the sand and surf, not to mention the half-naked man before her was more than she could take. She’d gift herself with this night in Carter’s arms, then tomorrow…well, tomorrow she’d get her head on straight and her life back on track.

  But tonight…oh, tonight…

  It’s a thin line between love and hate. When it shatters, watch out…

  Irresistible

  © 2012 Mackenzie McKade

  As a teen, Sydney B
oyle’s crush on her foster parents’ son—despite their six-year age difference—brought her nothing but heartache. So she did what any smart girl would do: feigned indifference.

  Keeping her distance is pretty tough, now that Sean is the head of the family publishing company. Forced into close contact, denying her long-suppressed attraction is getting harder by the day.

  As Sydney grew from a shy, sweet teen to a mind-numbing beauty, Sean could only stand by and watch, his father’s warning ringing in his ears. Hands off.

  But now they’re both adults. And it won’t be long before he ends one of their daily, nose-to-nose office arguments by just hauling off and kissing her.

  Cue the snow, some close dancing, and a steaming Jacuzzi in a mountain cabin, and things take a turn for the hot and steamy. But giving in to temptation could mean one of them can never go home again…

  Warning: Lesson in How to Make a Man Stand Up and Take Notice: take one tight red sweater, add some sexy two-stepping with a few hot cowboys, rub, twirl, wiggle and…stand back and let the pissing contest begin.

  Enjoy the following excerpt for Irresistible:

  Without thinking, Sean slid his fingers into her silky hair, dropping his head to capture her mouth, but before their lips met they were interrupted.

  “Ma’am, may I have this dance?”

  Sean slowly raised his head to see yet another cowboy eyeing Sydney. This one was a little taller than the last and built like a Brahma—and raised by a coyote by the gleam in his eyes.

  “The woman’s with me.” Sean spoke without thinking. Judging by Sydney’s widened eyes, his words had shocked her as much as they had him.

  “Sean?” His name was almost inaudible on her lips.

  “Excuse us.” He maneuvered her through the dancers and toward their table. Before they reached their destination, she pulled to an abrupt halt.

 

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