Burns Like Fire (Dangerous Creatures #1)

by Mandy Rosko

  Monumentally, life-alteringly happy was the better way to put it, even if that wasn’t the right way to phrase it.

  "I love you," Jack said. "I can't imagine my life without you. Your beautiful face, your smile. Even your poofy hair."

  Cindy all-out laughed, her body shaking in his arms, and he had to look down into her gorgeous face when she smiled.

  "So, do you still love me? Even though I'm a bastard hunter?" Jack asked, and he was pretty sure he had her answer.

  But then the smile melted right off of her face. Her mouth and her eyes were serious again, and horrible, aching, bone-chewing uncertainty buried itself under his skin. "Cindy?"

  "I'm pregnant, Jack."

  *****

  Jack sighed as Cindy tightened her lips around the shaft of his cock, and then sank down farther until she was deep-throating him. He groaned and let his mouth drop open as he sighed, the pleasure spreading to the rest of his body. He wanted to close his eyes and just give in to the mind-numbing pleasure, to mindlessly thrust forward into that willing mouth and enjoy himself for the first time in forever. Unfortunately he was still suspicious.

  He may have been taking a risk, bringing a pyro into his room, but he still knew better than to take his eyes off of his prisoner.

  Even if he was dumb enough to go along with her attempt at seducing him because he just couldn't say no, he wouldn't take his eyes away from her.

  It was so much fun to watch the way her mouth moved around the column of his erection anyway. Well worth the risk.

  She worked slow and steady, just like she used to, always preferring to tease him until he came instead of going insanely fast like in some pornos he'd seen, or like some women he'd had.

  That never worked to get him off, not in a way that really resonated with him, anyway.

  He put his hands on her thick red hair. She used to hate it when he did that, and she paused for a half a second before she kept up the movement of her mouth and her hands.

  Guess he wasn't going to have a fight with her about this. "Good," he said.

  Cindy looked up at him, her eyes flashing. She thought he was praising her instead of just finishing off his thoughts aloud like the idiot he was.

  That was fine. She was pretty damn good, and Jack moaned when Cindy tightened her lips and gently massaged his testicles in her hand. She hummed softly then, and the vibrations around his heavy prick made every nerve in his body snap, crackle and pop. "Oh fuck, you got better at this."

  She frowned before pulling away.

  "What? What did I say?" he asked. The sudden rush of cold air on his hard cock was jarring, and he wrapped his fist around his erection just to ease the ache that grew without her.

  Cindy shook her head as she climbed onto the bed, and straddled his lap. "Nothing. I just want you," she said, and she pressed her mouth over Jack's in a deep kiss.

  The action threw him off his game. Every muscle in his body stiffened and he waited for some sort of attack.

  Nothing came, and her mouth was soft against his, softer than he remembered. She seemed to be waiting for him to do something. Her eyes were open and staring back at him as she kissed him.

  It had been so unexpected, but he decided to roll with it instead of overthinking it. He hadn't thought he'd want to kiss her, but fuck him to hell and back, now that her mouth was there, he wanted her even more.

  Jack's muscle memory took over as he knew just where to put his hands: on her hips, sliding down to her smooth thighs, right where she liked, and just how to thrust his tongue back against hers in a way that would make her moan.

  She opened her mouth for him, allowing his tongue to glide inside of that hot space, and she sucked him as good as she'd sucked on his cock.

  Jack moved his fingers down between her legs to the orange hairs of her pubic region, and then he pushed two of them deep between her wet folds. Cindy moaned, her arms tightening around his back, and she thrust her sex against his hand. Jack's breath hitched as he watched her.

  She was so wet for him, his fingers were soaked, and just feeling her slick heat, smelling her musk was enough to draw a moan from him. He'd thought his cock couldn't get any harder, or ache for her anymore, but he would have been wrong. Jesus fucking Christ.

  "Fuck me, Jack," Cindy said, her voice breathless, and dark pink lips glossy with both of their saliva.

  Like he needed to be told. Jack groaned as he pulled his fingers from her cunt, stroking his dick and coating himself with her juices before he lined up his shaft as she lifted herself up. He grabbed onto her hips before she could sink down on him.

  The look on her face could almost be described as wild panic. "What are you doing?" she asked, wiggling her hips a little, but he wouldn't let her go.

  "I know you're only doing this to try and get me to soften up. Maybe let you go. That is not going to happen."

  It wasn't going to happen. He wasn't letting her go. So she'd better decide right now if this is really what she wanted.

  The silence between them was so heavy and distinct that he could hear the hard, pumping beat of her heart. This was going to be it. The part where she slapped him or scratched at his face and started crying and yelling. Then he was going to take her back down to the basement and feel like an asshole, even though he wasn't doing anything wrong. She was the one who was using him.

  Then she started to breathe again, and she nodded.

  He was...genuinely shocked. He thought he was going to have to get her downstairs before jumping into a cold shower. In fact, he was back to being suspicious. "What are you playing at?"

  Cindy shook her head, but she seemed calm. She wasn't giving off any of the vibes he expected out of a woman he'd just spurned. "Not playing. I want to be with you."

  "Even after what I just said," he said, and it was not a question.

  She nodded. "Yes."

  Now Jack was pretty sure he had that wide eyed shocked look. He couldn't believe it, but at the same time, he didn't want to question it either.

  "A beautiful woman is in my arms and wants no-strings-attached sex? I must've done something right this week."

  Cindy's cheek twitched, which made sense. That was a dick thing for him to say.

  He wasn't going to apologize to her for it. She hadn't apologized for murdering his father and brothers, or for giving him his scars, so he wasn't about to utter an “I'm sorry” to her. Ever.

  She didn't say anything about his words. She didn't so much as give him a warning glare.

  Cindy's hands were soft and gentle as she held onto him by the jaw and pulled him forward for another warm and wet kiss, much slower than their previous one. The press of their mouths almost felt normal. It was like they were still lovers who cared about each other and trusted each other. Jack nearly felt like he'd gone back in time.

  He moaned when Cindy lowered herself onto him, her tight, wet sex engulfing his heavy prick until he was balls-deep inside of her, and he was holding onto her as tightly as she was now clutching at him.

  Her breasts pressed against his still-clothed chest, and Jack wished he'd gotten undressed too, just so he could feel her naked skin against his own, and relish in the sensation of her tight, budding nipples against his body.

  However, the idea that she would look at his scars, and be happy for the sight of them, made him rethink that idea.

  The feel of her tight, wet folds clamping down around his cock made every thought vanish from his mind as he became engulfed in pure pleasure.

  "Fuck that's good. You're so damn tight. Move," he said, and he was already gripping her hips and helping her along with that, thrusting his pelvis back and forth, trying to push his cock deeper into that tight heat as he moved her hips up and down on him.

  He'd forgotten. He'd forgotten how good she felt.

  Cindy didn't say anything back to him. She just curled her arms around the back of his neck, pressing her face down on his shoulder as she thrust forward and back on her knees. Her moans were muffled agai
nst his thin sweater.

  Jack moved his hands over her body. He wanted to reacquaint himself with her, make everything fresh in his mind as she circled her pelvis.

  His hands roaming over her warm skin made his blood run even hotter. He should've turned on the air conditioning.

  Her stomach was still tight and firm, hips and breasts still creating same hourglass shape as the last time. He thought he would notice if there were small differences, but he could tell that she hadn't changed at all.

  "Ride me, Cindy," Jack said, and he started mouthing at the shell of her ear, knowing just how much it drove her crazy whenever he used his teeth on that sensitive flesh, and he cupped both of her breasts in his hands. They fit just like they used to. "Oh my God."

  Cindy's body was coming down on him hard now. She wasn't just riding him now so much as she was tossing him inside a race car that was set to drive off a cliff, and each thrust of her hips was angled so that her clit rubbed against his pubic bone.

  He lowered his hand to help her. The second he made contact her spine arched and she cried out to the ceiling.

  Then she really went wild.

  Holy Christ. He didn't just miss the sex, he'd missed her. He'd missed her taste and the sounds she made when he was inside of her. She still had him trapped. After all this time and despite everything, he was still hers.

  If she ever found that out, then he was going to be beyond fucked.

  The bed shifted beneath them and the joints squeaked with the force of her surging hips. Jack fucking loved it.

  The only problem was Jack didn't have nearly the amount of control he wanted, and that needed to change.

  Cindy yelled in surprise when he suddenly grabbed her and flipped her over, putting her back down on the bed, knees up and around his waist. Her strong thighs squeezed him, and Jack sighed. "That's what I want."

  His hips pumped back and forth like they were being operated by a machine. "You look so damn good, beneath me with your hair spread out like that."

  Cindy threw her head back and yelled. She moaned and cursed, and flat out bossed him around, which was new. "Right there! Don't you dare stop! Uhhng, fuck me."

  "I am," Jack said through clenched teeth, and Cindy really locked him in place when she crossed her ankles together behind his ass.

  Fuck, maybe he should've gotten naked. He was wearing too many clothes. He wanted to feel her warm skin all over his body, and the fact that he wasn't, that he could only touch her skin to skin with his hands, was such a damned tease.

  He was so close. So fucking close he could feel it right there, just out of his reach and ready to burst free if he just kept on going.

  Cindy's hands moved under Jack's shirt, pushing it up his back, and she let her nails claw down his spine, down his ragged scar before his brain could even put together what was happening. The sudden flare of pain coupled with the mind numbing pleasure made his balls seize up almost all the way into his body, and like there was a miniature jet engine inside of him, his orgasm shot through him with the force of a bullet, or a rocket, and Jack bit down on the sheets beside Cindy's face as he came with a muffled yell.

  If Cindy noticed something different about the flesh on his back, she didn’t say anything. She was clearly too busy having one of the better orgasms of her life.

  Well, he lived to serve, after all, and it was a pleasure watching her face as she came. The inner walls of Cindy's sex throbbed and tightened around him, milking everything out of him and prolonging his torture. She was moaning and thrashing beneath him, sharp nails still digging into his ruined skin, gripping him tight and cutting deep.

  Jack collapsed on top of Cindy's chest before he could catch himself, but she didn't push him away or make any complaints at his weight. That was good because he was too drained to want to move.

  Her hands were much gentler as she moved them up and down his rough back. The chain was warm in some places from his body heat, but cold in others, which added a whole new sensation to his skin.

  They caught their breath. That was the only sound in the room, heavy breathing, and Jack wasn't even looking at her as he kept his cheek on the mattress. He was too busy soaking up the sensation of having a warm body beneath him, someone to hang onto as he came down from the high of an orgasm.

  He was so fucking stupid, but he'd missed this. It hadn't ever been this way with Jessica, or anyone else he'd had since.

  "What's this?" Cindy asked quietly, and her fingertips were still moving over the scar that ate up most of his back and shoulders, and even down his arms. Her hands covered a lot of ground, and it made him shiver, and kind of tickled, as she touched him there.

  "Burn scars, from the house fire," Jack said, and he was kind of stunned that it came out so easily.

  Cindy's hands froze over the ruined skin. "Oh," she said.

  Jack had to get off of her. Cindy winced a little as he sat up, pulling his cock from her entrance. He needed to get cleaned up. He was sweaty and wanted another shower.

  "Come on, get up," he said.

  Cindy did as she was told, and it was almost a shame, considering she looked good enough to be fucked again from her place on the bed. Hands out on either side of her head, wild hair fanned all over the place, and her entire body flushed pink from the sex.

  "Where are we going?" Cindy asked.

  "You need a shower," he said. "I'll be getting in with you."

  "We're going to the shower together?"

  "I'm not just going to stand beside you while you do it, and I don't want to let you out of my sight if I don't have to."

  It was decent enough excuse, and wouldn't at all give away the fact that he just wanted to get naked with her.

  "You left me alone when I was using your bathroom before."

  He looked at her. "You're going to be shy about that after I was just inside of you?"

  Her cheeks darkened with a blush that just increased her sex appeal, but then shook her head.

  Christ. He wished she wouldn't look so damned innocent all the time. It was unnerving.

  "Your scar," Cindy said. "Does it hurt?"

  And there she went with the being innocent thing again. "Sometimes. Not as much as it used to, but it feels weird when I stretch my back out, and I can't do any yard work without a shirt on anymore."

  "Because of the sun?"

  He nodded as they stepped into his bathroom. "Yeah."

  "How are you going to get your shirt—" Cindy stopped speaking when Jack reached behind himself to his back pocket and produced the key to their shackles.

  Her eyes went wide. "Are you serious? You were keeping it in your back pocket? What was all that about not getting undressed then?"

  Jack shrugged and grinned at her, but he only undid his shackle so he could take off his sweater, which immediately felt good on his warm skin. He didn't remove her shackle, of course, and when his top half was naked, he reattached the shackle to his wrist.

  "I just wanted to see if you were still willing to do it if I stayed clothed."

  Cindy narrowed her eyes at him. "You're a jerk. What was that supposed to prove?"

  She was angry, but her eyes still glanced down to the scars she hadn't seen before on his shoulders, down his arms, and each reaching around his ribs. His chest and stomach were pretty much untouched. His back was the worst, and he could pretty much see the wheels turning in her head. She wanted to see it for herself, but she wasn't about to ask. Not yet at least.

  Jack got out of his jeans and kicked them into the corner. "It proved that you would have sex with me if I didn't get naked."

  He reached over and turned the dial for the hot water, and the spray immediately started up.

  Jack heard Cindy's tiny gasp as he showed her his back, letting her see the damage for the first time. He pretended he hadn't heard a thing.

  "After you," he said, looking back at her.

  Cindy jumped, and to mask her horror, she sent him a dirty look. He thought it was pretty half-assed, but
she stepped into the shower anyway. "I hope the chain rusts."

  "It'll keep for one shower, and I'll dry it off after we're done," Jack said, and he stepped in after her before closing the curtain.

  Cindy put her face under the spray, which only partially wet her hair since it was so thick. She always needed to stay under for a good five minutes, running her hands through the red strands, before it got fully soaked.

  Why did her wet hair have to be such a turn on? Water flowed down her smooth skin, over the swell of her ass and in between her cheeks as well. He could just imagine how her breasts looked.

  Actually, he could picture that because of course, he'd seen her in the shower before. Which meant thinking about the last time they'd bathed together. Fucking great.

  He turned around, picked up his body wash and got to work scrubbing off the sweat, ignoring his stupid dick that was half hard again.

  Cindy was a little too quiet. Even with the sound of running water, he should have heard her doing something. Scrubbing her hair, using his body wash, anything. He turned to look at her, and found her staring at him again. This time she couldn't seem to hide the sorrow on her face. "What?"

  She shook her head, that sad frown still on her brow and mouth. "Jesus, Jack, your back. I didn't know—"

  "Yeah, yeah," Jack muttered, not the least bit happy with the reaction he was finally getting. "It looks like raw ground beef. I get it."

  Maybe it would have been better if she'd laughed at him. This whole innocent act was getting to him in ways her seduction hadn't.

  "I'm so sorry," Cindy said.

  Equal parts of anger and pain flooded him, and Jack had to turn around again before he said or did something he regretted. Like told her how long it had taken for his hair and eyebrows to grow back, the agony he felt while lying in the hospital bed, and how he'd cried like a little kid when he learned he was the only one who'd made it out of the house. "Whatever, it's over and everything's going to be fine after the collectors get here."

  Cindy hesitated. "Don't you even want to know what happened?"

  "The only thing I want to know is what you did with the baby," Jack said, looking down at her stomach, her still very firm, very flat stomach. She didn't look like she had ever carried a child. He'd seen girls online post pictures of themselves after having kids. Some of them looked great, but despite how gorgeous Cindy was, Jack doubted she could be part of that fraction of a percentage of women who could carry a child without there being any differences to her breasts, hips and stomach. "If there ever was one."