He poured what smelled like alcohol onto his skin and set it on fire. Her heart lurched, but when the smile didn’t leave his face, she realized the fire was on top of the alcohol. He doused the flame with his fireman’s glove.
Her body began to relax. “That’s kind of cool.”
“Actually, if I repeat the action over the same spot, it heats you up and will turn you on. The forbidden is so exciting.”
“Is this what you learned in firefighter school?”
He laughed. “No, but I did take a class from a fire artist on how to excite the woman you love. Everything to do with fire fascinates me.”
He loved her? All other thoughts disappeared. He’d said it so casually that maybe he meant it to be a figure of speech. Regardless, her body had totally relaxed. Trust was the cornerstone to this experience.
He glanced over her body. “I think you’ll enjoy this more if I blindfold you, but first I want to change the knot on this tie. I’ll make it so that if you tug hard, it will come undone.”
She blew out a breath. His considerate act went a long way to bolstering her confidence. He then wrapped another tie over her eyes.
No light leaked in. “That’s good.” Most likely if she saw him set her on fire, she might panic.
She wasn’t afraid of the dark, and she knew Shane would never hurt her. The realization that she loved him, too, slammed into her. When had that happened again? As a teenager she was convinced she was meant to be with them. Somehow the gods of fate had proven her right.
The first brush of alcohol cooled her skin, shooting a shiver up her arm. He dragged the wand over her skin. At first nothing happened, or so she believed. Then a hint of heat warmed her skin before he brushed his meshed gloved hand over her.
“How was that?” Concern filled his voice.
“Good, but I want to watch.” It might be scarier, but part of the thrill was to watch his face when he touched her.
He removed the mask. “Don’t worry if you see the glove catch on fire. It’s supposed to. There is a sensual rhythm to the whole experience, so if you could keep the talking to a minimum, I think we’ll both be better off.”
The hair rose on her body. “Are you that close to burning me?”
He smiled. “No, but silence puts me in the mood better than anything. I like to stay in my own little world while I make fire love to you.” He winked. “Then I plan on making real love.” He leaned over and kissed her nice and slow. He held his burning wand high above her face.
He stepped back and turned off the lights. The flame on his hand had extinguished. He lit the wand, rubbed alcohol over her chest, then dragged the flame across her breasts. Her mind had a hard time reconciling what she saw with what she felt. Heat seeped into her body, but there was no pain or burning. It was like standing in front of a space heater on a cold winter’s night. The comforting warmth spread.
As he claimed, there was a rhythm to the seduction. A swipe of alcohol was followed by a slow, sensual pass of the fiery wand over her body. The fire would leap to life. She’d watch it flicker and turn colors. As her skin heated, he’d swipe away the flame. He’d tap her tit then tap her belly. Slowly, he worked his way down her body. If he repeated a spot, the skin would warm further.
The burning wand mesmerized her with its flickering flame of desire. Even spots he hadn’t touched heated her up. Her pussy begged to be given attention, but she wasn’t sure she could handle it. The burning wand got closer and closer to her destination. Instead of lighting her pussy on fire, he drew the wand over her thighs. To her surprise, the effect was the same. Having the licking, greedy flame nearby focused her attention on her insatiable need.
She wasn’t sure how long he lit and doused her, but her pussy perfume was stronger than the alcohol. In a flash, the light was gone. A match flared, and candlelight filled the room.
“I want to see you when I make love to you.” His sexy voice filled every pore of her body as he tossed his glove onto the desk.
“Yes.” All she could do was pant that one word.
Shane tore off his shirt. His rippled muscles glistened in the candlelight. What she wouldn’t give to learn how to light him on fire. When he unsnapped the top button on his jeans, her gaze froze on his hands. This wasn’t a man in a hurry. No, he wanted to make every mouthwatering move to torture her.
“Please hurry.”
He laughed, as if he was thrilled he’d succeeded in driving her crazy. “Patience.”
One zipper cog at a time, he lowered his hand until his cock popped out. “Ooh. Me like.”
Never taking his gaze off her, he stepped out of his jeans. “Now for my feast. I can smell that you’re ready for me.”
“I guess you’ll have to see for yourself.”
Like a lion stalking his prey, he climbed onto the bed and dropped down between her thighs. When his tongue touched her pussy, her body lit up. Here she thought the whole fiery experience had been the most erotic event in her life. That one lick set her on fire.
“Easy now.”
Easy? He took her way out of her comfort zone by lighting her on fire, and he wanted her to calm down? Her pulse had yet to return to normal.
Her internal ramblings stopped instantly when he sucked hard on her bundle of nerves. Her back arched, wanting more. “God, that feels so good.”
“I want to make you scream.”
She could do that now with how he was touching her. His tongue brought her such pleasure when he twirled the tip in and out of her opening. It was when he pressed his fingers into her cunt that she thrilled. This foreplay had to stop.
“I want your cock.”
“You don’t have to beg for that. You will get my cock, I promise you.”
She tugged on her restraints, not for the purpose of getting loose, but to feel the tightness on her body, to help with the release. Her hands popped loose. Taking advantage of her unexpected freedom, she grabbed his bulging shoulders.
Shane lifted his head. “Since you’re already free, let’s move on to part two of your new experience.”
Thrills and sparks drenched her. “What would that be?”
How could he top setting her on fire?
He glanced up at her and shook his head. With a quick movement, he freed her ankles. “Get on your elbows and knees.”
Oooh. So that was what he had in mind. She’d been thinking about his big cock in her ass for days.
Once she was in position, he patted her butt. “I know what you’re thinking, but you aren’t ready for me yet.”
Her back sagged. “Can’t we try?” Damn. She hadn’t meant to whine.
“I need to stretch out that pretty ass of yours first. It’s like putting alcohol on your skin before lighting you on fire. It’s called protection. I don’t want you to experience any pain.”
A bit of pain often accompanied pure bliss, but he clearly knew what he was doing. “You already stretched me out the other night, didn’t you?” He’d plunged his fingers in her ass.
“That was just the beginning.”
Oh, my.
The weight lightened on the bed. Drawers opened and closed. When he returned, he sat at her head. He ripped open a small package and produced a dildo that didn’t quite look anatomically correct. It also appeared to be half the size of Shane. Realization dawned on how this was going to work.
He tapped her butt. “I’m going to put lube on this to make the entry easier. This will seem foreign, just like setting you on fire was a bit out of the norm, but my goal is to get you used to the sensation of having something large in your ass.”
“It makes sense.” She’d expected to be apprehensive, but instead, tingles shot over her body in anticipation.
He covered the fake cock in some goo that smelled faintly like strawberries. “Close your eyes and imagine it’s my cock filling and loving you.”
She could do that. He moved behind her and rubbed her ass with one hand while he played with her tits with the other. The soothing
distraction worked. Her insides let go of the tension. He returned both hands to her ass and gently squeezed her butt cheeks. Her breaths increased, waiting for the big moment.
He slipped a lubed finger into her hole. She really did try not to clamp down on his finger, but her body had other ideas. He didn’t get mad. Instead, he wiggled the finger in her ass. Slowly, she accepted the unfamiliar digit. In fact, when he hit one spot, sparks of excitement shot out.
“I kind of like that.”
“Good. I’m glad.”
With her encouragement, he added another finger and scissored his fingers, stretching her wide. How she could take anything larger, she wasn’t sure. Just when she was getting used to two fingers, he slipped them out. The cold dildo pressed against her puckered hole.
“Take a breath,” he said in a calm voice.
She did and he popped the cock past her tight ring. She inhaled at the newness of it all. He didn’t move. Instead, he dragged his palm over her back in light strokes just like he had when dousing the flames.
His calming touch helped. It was when he touched her pussy that her whole body let out a sigh. That allowed him to press the dildo in deeper. He hit another arousal spot. Who knew she had so many exciting nerves back there?
Between touching her tits and playing with her pussy, she’d been so distracted that she hadn’t realized he’d managed to get the fake cock into her.
“How does that feel?”
She wiggled her butt and clenched a few times. “Not bad.”
More foil tore, and when latex snapped, she knew she’d finally get what she really wanted. As Shane leaned over her back, his cock rubbed against the dildo and her pussy. He placed tiny, delicate kisses on her neck.
“I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything.”
His desperation turned her on. “Me, too.”
Without any more prompting, he touched his cock to her pussy and pressed in. Only then did she realize how little space there was. Having the dildo and his huge cock in her at the same time took up all the possible space. Her breath caught.
He must have realized her dilemma, for he eased back and forth until she got used to having both inside her.
She was ready. Her pussy was gushing. “Faster.”
He took her at her word and drove in. Her slick walls grabbed his thickness and sucked him to the end. Blinding pleasure took hold as he threaded his way to her nirvana. Her body was already ultrasensitive from the heating, but his cock toppled the mark she used to call a high.
He clamped onto her waist and pulled out partway. “What you do to me.”
Her throat turned dry. As he rammed into her, a torrent of unbridled pleasure collided with ecstasy.
“Yes, yes, yes.”
She was so near to climaxing, but she wanted to keep from exploding. She wanted this to last forever. He changed his speed over and over again, sometimes coming at her hard and sometimes taking her so slow she thought she couldn’t stand it anymore. She pressed her butt backward to get more of him.
“I’m so close.” His words floated out on a whisper.
With one big thrust, wave upon wave of fiery lust grabbed her. She milked his cock over and over until her own climax landed, sending her into oblivion. Her heart sped and her pussy sang.
His cock expanded over and over again until the heat from his jism seeped through the condom walls. Her body continued to vibrate long after her climax finished.
Neither spoke for what seemed like minutes. When his cock reduced a bit in size, he pulled it out and dropped back onto the bed. He pulled her on top of him and kissed her.
“You are the most amazing woman I know.”
“I can state for a fact that no woman is luckier than I am. Who gets to have her man set her on fire twice in one night?”
He laughed and his eyes sparkled. “Let’s clean you up.”
She remembered the last time Cody had said that and they’d showered together. It was going to be a long evening.
Chapter Twelve
Jessie had a hard time concentrating at work today. It was no wonder with what happened last night. The only bummer was that Cody had a late meeting in Cheyenne and decided to spend the night there, but she’d never complain because she got to make love with Shane.
This morning over the police scanner she picked up another domestic violence call. When she got there the couple was kissing and making up and were too busy to talk to her. Basically, she’d wasted her morning on a story that didn’t pan out.
Now, she was doing research to see how many other unexplained fires had occurred near Intrigue. At the moment, the Tanner fire was being considered a homicide only because of the threatening phone text message. If the police couldn’t link it to Harman Security, the chief said they might just consider the Tanner and Shepley fires as the beginning of an arsonist’s spree. Adding to that theory was the fact that Shane had been called to two small fires this past week.
Her phone rang, but she didn’t recognize the number. “Jessie McCallister.”
“Ms. McCallister, this is Rhonda Tanner’s mom, Barbara Rosen.” She sucked in a breath. “I was hiking and camping in Seattle for the last two weeks and just got home.” Her voice sounded thick, like she’d been crying. “Dear Lord, I had no idea my darling daughter was dead.”
The pain and agony tugged at her heart. “I’m so sorry for your loss.” Her gut soured and churned when Mrs. Rosen broke down again. Jessie spent a few minutes calming her.
Finally, the woman seemed to gain some composure. “Do you know who killed my daughter and son-in-law?”
“The police are working on it.”
She sniffled again, and then she blew her nose. “I might be able to help.”
That was not what she expected her to say. “How? Is this about Andy?” Cody, or maybe it was Shane, told her that child services was trying to find a relative to take him.
“No. I got a letter from my daughter. It was dated ten days ago, right before the fire.”
The woman didn’t say anything for a moment, and from the sobbing, Jessie wanted to give her a minute to pull herself together. “What did the letter say?” She hoped she was able to hide the enthusiasm in her voice.
“It said to open only upon her death.”
Her heart jumped into warp-drive speed. “And did you open the letter?”
“Yes.”
I’m dying here. Tell me. “And?”
“I think it would be better if I came down in person. I have to bury Rhonda and Greg anyway as well as see to Andy’s care. I’m not one to trust phones. People can tap them.”
“Why don’t you go to the police?” Jessie was thrilled she might learn something first, but it made sense to notify the authorities even though she had called the woman.
“I don’t know who to trust.”
“Why me?”
“I looked online and saw that you were new to the station. I thought you might be impartial. You didn’t know my daughter.”
Her logic didn’t quite add up, but she wasn’t going to complain. “That makes sense.” No need to convince her to seek out someone else. “Can I pick you up at the airport in Cheyenne?”
“That would be helpful. I’ll e-mail you with the flight information. I’ll get on the first plane I can.”
The flights from Chicago into Cheyenne were plentiful. They exchanged e-mail addresses. After she hung up, Jessie sat stunned, not sure what to make of the information. People didn’t send Do Not Open envelopes unless the information was highly sensitive. Maybe she’d finally learn why Rhonda was killed.
* * * *
“Mrs. Rosen, so nice to meet you.” They shook hands. “I’m so sorry for your loss,” she said again.
Jessie tossed the sign with Mrs. Rosen’s name in the trash and escorted her to baggage claim.
While they waited for the luggage, Rhonda’s mom handed her the envelope from Rhonda.
“I want you to have this. I’m too nervous to carry it around
anymore.”
This was the envelope with some incriminating evidence, she was sure. Jessie wanted to rip it open right now, but that would have been rude.
“Where are you staying?” She wanted to be sure the grieving mother had a place.
“I booked the Holiday Inn. A few of Rhonda’s friends called and offered their homes, but I feel more comfortable staying by myself. One never knows if one of Rhonda’s friends could have had a hand in the fire.”
Jessie left that comment alone. When they got to the hotel, Jessie helped Mrs. Rosen settle in, and then opened the envelope. It contained several pieces of paper. One was the letter. She spread everything out on the table and read what Rhonda had written. The letter detailed a string of break-ins in the area. Her heart stopped when she got the name of the company. It was Harman Security, the number one sponsor of KRPT.
Shit, shit, shit.
Enough was enough. The information was shocking, and the ramifications staggering. It was no wonder some people wanted Rhonda dead.
Mrs. Rosen stepped behind her. “Do you see why I didn’t want to read the letter over the phone?”
“Yes, especially when a security company is involved.” She faced her. “I’ve never looked into the extent of their business. I’m not sure if they do surveillance, but one never knows.”
She wished she could have had Mrs. Rosen read the story on camera, but Jessie feared those responsible for the thefts might come after her, too. Jessie was determined to write the story, even though in her gut she knew her boss would put the kibosh if she did.
“Please contact me if you need anything.”
“Just get the bastards who killed my daughter.”
“I’ll do my best.”
When she got back to the station, she hurried to get the story in its readied form. The evidence against Harman Security was bulletproof. The company was breaking into people’s homes outside of Intrigue, fencing the goods stolen, then sweeping in and offering to put in a security system.
Since they were the thieves, once the system was installed, there were no more break-ins. While being duped was terrible, the mere fact that a person’s house had been violated and his precious possessions taken made her stomach ache. She knew how hard her mom worked for what she had. If she ever lost her television set, it would set her back weeks. No, these people needed to be stopped.
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