Freed by Fire

by Christine, Ashley

  “Baby,” he breathed. “I need to taste you. I’ve been dying without you…”

  My eyes closed as I leaned my head back into the bed, my heart flipped and thrashed in my chest. “I want you Caid, I need you. Please, taste me.”

  Caid kissed down between my breasts and when he moved past my belly button he lifted his head and smiled at me. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered just as he lowered his head and planted one long, soft and sweet kiss on my belly.

  On the baby.

  Our baby.

  Then he shifted down the bed and lifted my legs up and over his shoulders. I cried out as I felt his hot breath on my wet skin. I knew I wouldn’t last long the moment he touched me. I was already pulsating and throbbing in anticipation of what I knew was coming.

  Caid kissed my inner thighs, nipping gently with his teeth and slowly running his tongue along my folds but not in them. He hadn’t touched my clit and it took so much for me not to buck my hips and push my body right into his mouth.

  “Please,” I sighed, my voice weak and needy.

  He dropped his head and slowly slid his soft, hot and skillful tongue into me. He flicked it a few times, sending me spinning and out of control. Then a long and languorous swipe up to my clit. As his lips wrapped around the peak he sucked and moaned. The vibration and contact sparked my orgasm and the fire of my pleasure roared within me.

  “Caid!” I cried. I let go. Pushing my fingers through my own hair, digging into my scalp as my body heaved and thrummed from my orgasm, Caid softly flicked the tip of his tongue against me until I had to beg him to stop.

  He crawled up my body and dipped to stick his tongue in my mouth. “Taste yourself, love. See how good you taste on my tongue.” His tongue laved into my mouth and fluidly merged with mine. It lapped and moved in slow and sensual circles.

  Caid’s pants and boxers were off without his lips leaving mine. I dug my nails into his arms as I traced them up his tight muscles. I lingered over the Maltese cross once more, then traveling down his body, holding his sides and pulling him into me.

  “I want you to lay back, baby,” I breathed into his kiss. “I want to lower myself on to that beautiful cock of yours.”

  Caid’s head lifted and he regarded me with hooded eyes. My words surprised him. I knew they had. He let out a small growl and flipped us over. I reached around and unclasped my bra, pulling it from my arms. I held his hands in mine as they moved up my body and palmed my breasts. His thumbs swiped my nipples and I whimpered.

  Every bit of me was in overdrive. I was a complete mess of desire and need. As I lifted back I held Caid’s thick erection in my hands. I circled the tip with my thumb, over the slit where it glistened from his excitement. I moved my body up while positioning him beneath me. Just as I started to Ever. So. Slowly lower myself down, I brought my thumb to my mouth. The thumb with his taste on it, and I sucked.

  As I did, Caid growled loudly. “Fuck!” He said, leaning his head back and thrusting his hips up, impaling me. I let out a cry. A loud, glass-shattering cry. Not only had I forgotten how much I loved his touch, I missed the sweetly painful stretch and filling feeling that came with having him inside of me.

  “Christ, you’re fucking beautiful. I love you, Emery. I love you…so much,” Caid said as he threaded his fingers into mine and slowly started to move beneath me. He was slow and gentle. This wasn’t a time for fucking. We were making love. All the while there was a tiny love that we made growing in my belly.

  “I love you,” I whimpered as I fell to his chest. “Kiss me, please, Caid.” I pulled his face to mine as his hands gripped my behind holding me in place, forcing me to take each and every inch of him into me. “I’m going to come, I…I can’t hang on.”

  “Come, love…for me, baby. I want to see you fucking me. I want to watch your perfect and beautiful face and body unravel over me. I’m the luckiest fucking man in the world,” Caid’s words threw me over the edge.

  I cried and lifted my hands to my hair, leaning my face into my inner arm and I came. Hard, and yes…mind-altering, earth-shattering and blissfully beautiful.

  “Look at me, baby…I want to see those eyes,” Caid commanded and I opened just as he thrust as deeply as he could and spilled within me. His eyes flared so wide and green and his mouth opened as he felt the ripples of his own orgasm. “Jaysus, your sweet pussy is sucking it all from me, baby.”

  Jaysus, I loved his dirty mouth.

  ***

  Friday, August 30 – 12:44 am

  I laid in Caid’s bed as he left to get a damp washcloth for me. He told me he was going to take care of me. Clean me and draw a bath for us. I laid in the glow of the night, on his blankets that smelled of him, slowly trailing my fingertips over my abdomen.

  When he returned he knelt on the bed. “Open those pretty legs, Em.” He smiled as I complied and spread for him. Whimpering as the warm cloth softly moved over my flesh, removing him from me. Tossing it into a laundry hamper near his dresser, Caid took my hand and pulled me into his arms.

  “I’m going to take care of you for the rest of my life, Emery Finn. I love you. Will you let me?”

  I nodded and kissed him gently on the corner of his mouth. “Don’t hurt us, Caid,” I whispered as I brought his hand to my stomach. It slowly moved along my skin.

  His eyes widened and as his mouth opened, he licked his lower lip. “I will never hurt you or that perfect baby growing inside of you. I want to worship that body…the body that is carrying my baby.” He closed his mouth and cleared his throat as he was getting choked up.

  I slipped beneath the hot water of the bath and Caid stepped in behind me. He pulled me into his body and wrapped his arms around me. He didn’t touch my breasts or between my legs at all while we were in the water. A big part of me wanted him to, I was ready for yet another round of the intensity that was making love to him. But, I simply laid there and let his fingers slide up and down my arms and over my belly again.

  “Have you seen a doctor?” he asked while kissing under my ear.

  I nodded. “I did. I’m six weeks.”

  “What did he tell you, love?”

  “He told me to get prenatal vitamins, which I did, then which diet would be best for me and the baby.”

  Baby.

  I was going to have to get used to saying the word out loud. “I have another appointment in a few weeks for my first ultrasound.”

  “Is the doctor in Belleville?” he asked, kissing me again.

  “Yes,” I breathed, closing my eyes.

  “If you want to, you can see my doctor. That way we don’t need to travel over eight hours for one appointment.” Caid entwined our fingers and held them at my waist. “That’s only if you want to, baby.”

  “I want to,” I said. “What…what are we going to tell Caleb?”

  I wanted to know what we were going to do about everything. Was I going to move in? What effect would that have on his son? I hadn’t spent much time with him, and I didn’t see him once in the month that I wasn’t speaking to Caid.

  “Well,” Caid started, then he paused. “You won’t start showing for a while yet, so I think once Caleb returns we should start having you here every day. Getting him used to the idea of you being around here. Living here, with us.”

  “I would like that.” I smiled at him as he dipped to plant a chaste kiss on my lips.

  “Em,” he whispered. “What if the baby is a boy?”

  His words pulled me from his embrace and I turned in the water, facing him. I held him, his cheeks in my hands. His stubble gently tickling my skin. I calmed my heart and opened my mouth. “Kincaid Burke…you are the man that I love. With all of my heart. I will love your son as if he were my own. And if this baby is a girl I will love and cherish her just as much as I would if she were a boy. I don’t care what we have, Caid. I will never hurt you, Caleb, or this baby.”

  Caid’s eyes closed as he drew me into him. He didn’t say anything, but the thrum from his heart under
my ear was enough to tell me he was okay.

  As we laid in bed, I watched Caid fall into a peaceful sleep. His head was upon my chest and his breath blew long and warm gusts over my body. I ran my fingers with ease over the fire on his back, over and around each wisp until I hit its peak. My heart grew as I took him in. I swallowed the large lump in my throat, willing myself not to cry.

  How had all of this happened in such a short time? It were as if we were meant to be together this entire time but we had hurdles—no, mountains—to climb before we could be together. We rushed to one another. I felt the connection as soon as we met. There was no courtship, no coffee dates or hand holding while getting to know one another.

  We dove in, feet first into the dark water of unknowing and took the chance of a lifetime. I let myself open as Caid peeled back the layers of who I thought I was. He brought the woman my mother knew and loved out. And Emery Morgan sunk into the depths, never to be seen again. She was a shell. A skin. She wasn’t real.

  This is who I am. Emery Finn. Perhaps, someday, Emery Burke. The author with a head and heart full of dreams and desires. The woman with her real-life Book Boyfriend. Her real Toby. The realest and purest love—of the most caring and selfless man.

  He didn’t let his past define him. He wasn’t running from his nightmares. He strode in, kicked the doors down and extinguished anything that stood in his way. He protected those around him and loved with his entire heart.

  It was true, I didn’t know Caid for that long. But, what I did know was enough to fall into such a deep love that it would hurt my heart if I had to sit down and write it in specifics. There wasn’t enough paper in the world, or memory on my laptop that would hold all the words describing how truly amazing Kincaid Burke was.

  He wasn’t without faults. Like any other person. But he embraced them and rectified them as best he could. That right there made him imperfectly perfect.

  ***

  Saturday, May 3 – The Following Year

  That has got to be painful…I thought to myself as I watched Caid, holding his hand as he laid on the table at the tattoo shop. He was adding another name to his body today. It wasn’t a date. He hadn’t lost anyone. He gained someone. Another son.

  “It looks like it hurts,” I said.

  Caid laughed. “That coming from the woman who spent twenty-three hours in labor and brought my beautiful son into the world. No, it doesn’t hurt.” He smiled and kissed my hand.

  Finn was tattooed on the other side of Caid’s torso. Opposite Caleb’s name. It was written in the same beautiful grace as the first, and it was hard not crying as I watched my mother’s last name—my maiden name, and now our son’s first name was becoming a permanent mark on my love’s body.

  “Maggie just texted to tell me that Finn fell asleep in Caleb’s arms.” I stuck out my bottom lip as I smiled and held up my phone to show Caid the picture she sent along with the text. Caleb sat on the sofa with Finn’s little body curled securely into his arms. Caleb smiled one of the biggest smiled I had ever seen, and I pressed the button to call Maggie.

  “Hey! Can I talk to him for a sec?” I asked as Caid squeezed my hand and closed his eyes.

  Doesn’t hurt, my ass!

  “Hey, buddy!” I smiled as I heard Caleb’s voice come over the phone.

  “Mom, did Maggie send you the picture?” he asked. “I tried to stay still so I didn’t wake Finn up.”

  “She did. I loved it. I showed it to daddy and he loves it too. We’ll be home soon, okay?”

  “Kay…can you bring Popsicles? You forgot to get them last time!”

  I smiled. “Of course, buddy…what kind?”

  “Cherry!” he asked before saying goodbye and passing the phone to Maggie.

  “Thanks for watching them, Mags,” I said.

  “Oh, no prob, girl. They’re pretty easy to babysit. I just overdosed Finn on your boob-juice and gave Caleb a shitload of sugar.”

  I rolled my eyes and grinned. “Sounds good. We’ll be home soon.”

  The artist cleaned and stood with Caid as he inspected his new art in the floor-to-ceiling mirror on the wall opposite the table.

  “Love it, Vance. Looks perfect.” Caid turned and held his arm up to look once more. My eyes lingered on his body. He wore nothing but jeans and Converse shoes and I cleared my throat and looked away before I mauled him where he stood.

  We hadn’t had sex since the baby was born on April 3rd. It had only been one month. But, I was ready to climb the walls shortly if something didn’t happen soon. My body told it was time for some fun.

  Caid leaned in and whispered something into Vance’s ear and the artist smiled and looked over at me.

  What?

  Caid sat in a chair and placed his hand on the table. Vance prepped his equipment once more and leaned in to start tattooing again. On Caid’s hand.

  My eyes darted to Caid as he sat and watched me. He smiled and mouthed “I love you” to me. I moved to him and kissed his face, holding it in my hands. I knew what he was doing. When we got married last October we exchanged rings, but only I wore mine. With Caid’s job he was afraid of losing it so he wore it on a chain around his neck.

  When I pulled my lips from his and glanced down, I saw it. A ring around his finger. An inked band with EMERY written in it.

  “Caid,” I said, holding my hand over my heart.

  “Like it?”

  I shook my head. “No, I love it.”

  ***

  Saturday, May 3 – 9:57 pm

  I pressed the “publish” button. Sending my manuscript in. I had rewritten the book I started before I had met Caid. There was a happy ending for BB and LL after all. As I stepped out of my office I clicked the door closed behind me.

  When I walked into the hallway I saw Caid leaning up against the wall. He was barefoot and only wearing a pair of jeans.

  “Where’s your shirt?”

  “I don’t need one.” He took my hand. “And you won’t need any clothes at all, love.”

  “What!” I tried to muffle my excited squeal as he led me up the stairs and into our bedroom. “Caid…what’s going on?”

  He kissed me as his thumb ran along the skin under my shirt. “I miss you so much…I can’t wait any longer. Do you think you will be okay if I touch you?”

  “God, I’ve been dying, Caid,” I moaned. “I need you.”

  He growled and lifted me onto the bed, gently setting me down and kissing my forehead. “I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere, Mrs. Burke.”

  I smiled and laid there in sheer anticipation of what was to come.

  What was he going to do? Where did he go?

  Caid emerged with one hand behind his back. I regarded him with a weary look and raised my eyebrow. “What exactly are you up to, Caid?”

  He smiled and flipped the bedroom light off.

  Huh, that was a first.

  “Clothes off, love.”

  I didn’t wait another second. I ripped my clothes off and sat up on the bed, waiting for him. I could feel the excitement building between my legs and I was panting already.

  “Lay back, baby,” he said deeply. “Give me your hand.”

  I reached my hand out and Caid took it. He slowly brought it to his body and wrapped my fingers around his erection. “Feel that, baby? That’s what you do to me. That’s how badly I want you…I want inside of your sweet pussy so badly.”

  Fuck!

  I dampened with his words and started slowly stroking his erection. He let out a guttural groan and moved to kneel on the bed.

  “Keep doing that baby, keep stroking my cock. Mmm, just like that,” he said. “Ready?”

  “Ready,” I said, unsure of what I was ready for…but it didn’t matter.

  Caid’s hand moved to my breast as he gently pulled my swollen and full nipple. I whimpered and bowed into his palm. Then I felt something else.

  Freezing cold.

  It swirled around my nipple just before Caid’s mouth pressed d
own and sucked. “Mmm, cherry and Emery. Two sweet flavors.”

  “Ch-cherry?”

  Caid chuckled.

  Oh, my God. The Popsicles!

  He swirled the other nipple and took it into his mouth like he did before. “Mmm…” he groaned again. “You like that, baby?”

  “Yes,” I whimpered.

  “My sweet and kinky girl…want more?”

  I nodded, even though he didn’t see it, and continued stroking his dick. Squeezing and gripping tighter as my eagerness was ready to implode within me. I cried out as the Popsicle trailed along my clit, through my folds, and tantalized my entrance.

  “Oh, fuck the cherry,” he roared and I heard a plunk on the hardwood floor. He must have thrown it away. “You’re all I want, Em. Open those legs wide for me, baby.”

  Caid knelt beside me, giving me the ability to continue to palm and grip him in my hand as he lowered his mouth to my sex and laved his tongue into me. Over and over, sucking and flicking, moaning and greedily consuming me. “God, I missed how good you taste, baby.”

  After I came—violently—I pulled Caid on top of me and ground against him, desperate for the contact I craved so deeply. The need had been fiercer than ever before.

  “Up for a good snog, Mrs. Burke?” Caid laid on the thick Irish accent.

  I melted and laughed. “Always, my love.”

  As Caid reached between my legs and ran his finger along my entrance, I kissed him. He positioned himself and pushed in the tip. I cried out, and moaned into his mouth. God, I loved him so much.

  He reached and flipped on the light. “I need to see you, love. I’ve grown accustomed to your face.”

  “I wouldn’t want it any other way.” I smiled at him just as he pushed all the way in me and claimed my mouth once more as his.

  ***

  Ashley’s Notes

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