Flaming Hot

by Lynn LaFleur

  Her hand on her stomach drew the T-shirt tighter across her breasts. As if they felt him watching, her nipples beaded. His cock responded, growing longer and thicker.

  “I think I want a little more.”

  He moved the dishes to the other end of the island. Rising from his chair, he walked around Paige and swiveled her chair toward him. He lifted her and set her on the edge of the island.

  She gave a squeal of surprise and grabbed his shoulders. “What are you doing?”

  “I told you I want more. I didn’t say anything about the ‘more’ being custard.”

  Slipping his hands beneath the shirt, he palmed her breasts as he covered her lips with his.

  7

  Cort loved nothing more than watching a woman’s ass in a tight pair of jeans. That little side-to-side movement of her hips when she walked always made him hard. He loved squeezing firm cheeks, pulling them apart to caress and lick the tight rosette. He loved burying his dick deep inside a woman’s ass, fucking her there until she cried out with her orgasm.

  Other parts of a woman’s body were also very nice … like the pair of breasts he now held. Round and full, they fit perfectly in his hands. Her nipples responded immediately, becoming bigger and harder with each pass of his thumbs.

  He enjoyed touching them. He’d enjoy sucking them even more.

  Clasping her upper arms, Cort gently guided Paige backward until she lay on the island with her legs dangling over the edge. He kissed the spot between her navel and the top of her panties. Moving up her body, he pushed up the shirt as he dropped kisses along the way. When he reached her breasts, he licked each tip, then blew on them.

  “Cort.” A soft sigh escaped her lips. “That feels good.”

  It felt good to him, too, but he wanted to do more. He’d touched her pussy when they’d made love, but hadn’t tasted it. He planned to change that oversight right now.

  Cort gave each nipple one more sharp suck, then he moved back down her body until he reached the waistband of her panties. He continued to drop kisses on her belly while he drew the piece of lingerie over her hips and down her legs. Tossing it in the general direction of her chair, he kissed his way to the inside of one thigh, switched to the other one. He stopped long enough to move Paige farther up the island until only her legs from the knees down hung over the side.

  Looking into her eyes, he ran his hands all the way down to her ankles. He placed her feet on the island, pushed on her knees until she let them fall open. Only then did he lower his gaze to the sleek flesh between her thighs.

  Her cream glistened on the puffy folds. He watched a single drop drift toward her anus. He caught it on his thumb before it reached its mark. Lifting his thumb to his mouth, he licked off the drop.

  Paige whimpered.

  One taste not nearly enough, Cort slid his hands beneath her ass, leaned over, and feasted.

  The scent of her musk made his dick throb. He alternated between breathing in her scent and laving every part of her pussy. Wrapping his hands around her upper thighs, he reached in with his thumbs and pulled her labia apart. He sucked on her clit, circled it with his tongue. He licked down one side and up the other, circled her clit again, darted his tongue into her channel. Over and over, he repeated his actions, unable to get enough of her taste.

  Paige played with her breasts the entire time he ate her cunt. He watched her knead them, push them together and up, tug on her nipples … completely lost in her pleasure.

  Exactly what he wanted.

  “God, Cort, I’m close.”

  He shoved two fingers in her pussy while he sucked her clit. Gathering the wetness that flowed between her cheeks, Cort thoroughly wet his thumb before pushing it into her ass. Paige moaned loudly and bucked her hips. Taking that as a sign she liked what he did, he fucked her pussy with his fingers, her ass with his thumb.

  “Cort! Yes, just like that. Oh, yessssssss!”

  The walls of her cunt and her anus clamped around his fingers and thumb. He pushed them as far inside her as he could reach to draw out her pleasure as long as possible. Paige arched her back so high, only her shoulders and ass touched the island.

  Smaller contractions kept milking his fingers as she relaxed. He could see the pulse pounding in her throat. Her chest rose and fell rapidly with her heavy breathing. Although his dick cried out to fuck her now, he wanted to let her enjoy the sensations galloping through her body as long as possible.

  Slowly, he pulled his fingers and thumb from her body. She whimpered again. “Did I hurt you?”

  She released a bark of laughter. “Hardly.”

  “Good. Because I’m not anywhere near through with you.”

  Cort lifted her into his arms and headed for his bedroom. After placing her on the bed, he quickly shed his jeans, donned a condom, and joined her. Rolling her to her stomach, he placed his cock in the cleft between her buttocks and began rocking his hips.

  He pushed her hair aside, nipped the back of her neck. “God, I want to fuck your ass.”

  She lifted her hips, which settled his shaft more firmly in the cleft. “Do it, Cort. Please.”

  “I don’t have any lube.”

  “There’s some in my purse.”

  Her comment stilled him. “What?”

  “There’s a small bottle in my purse.”

  “Why do you carry lube with you?”

  She huffed out a breath. “Will you just go get it? I’m dying here.”

  Cort knew the feeling. He scrambled off the bed and hurried to the kitchen. Not daring to dig into a woman’s purse, he grabbed it off the island and jogged back to his room.

  The sight when he walked through the doorway made him freeze and his dick jerk.

  Paige had removed her T-shirt. She’d positioned her knees right at the edge of the bed, spread wide. She rested her forehead on her folded arms. Her pose left her pussy completely exposed.

  With a groan, Cort tossed the purse in the vicinity of Paige’s hands before he speared her asshole with his tongue. Using his thumbs, he pulled her anus open so he could go deeper. He fucked her with his tongue for several seconds before he felt a bump on his hand. Reluctantly lifting his mouth away from her, he saw Paige holding a two-inch-tall bottle of lube.

  Cort didn’t waste any time in coating his cock with the clear gel, then squeezing a generous amount into Paige’s ass. No matter how much he wanted to fuck her, he had to be sure she could take him. He eased two fingers into her ass to see if she had any reservations.

  The way she pushed her hips toward him proved she wanted this as much as he did.

  Cort replaced his fingers with his cock. He slowly pushed the head past the tight ring of muscle. Paige didn’t utter any complaint, didn’t flinch, so he withdrew and pushed in again. After each time he withdrew, he pushed in another inch until his balls rested against her pussy.

  “God,” he muttered.

  So tight.

  So hot.

  Cort remained still, absorbing the pleasure of having his dick inside Paige’s ass, before he began to thrust. Careful not to hurt her, he pulled back until only the head remained inside her, then thrust forward again.

  “You okay?” he asked.

  “Mmmmm.”

  He chuckled at the same sound she’d made when he’d first slipped his hand into her panties. Taking it as the sign of enjoyment he knew it to be, he gently increased the speed of his movement until he steadily pumped into her.

  “More,” Paige breathed.

  Gripping her hips, he plunged faster and deeper. Paige reached back with one hand and gripped his wrist, as if she needed an extra anchor. Worried her legs would start hurting, he nudged her forward, following her until she lay on her stomach with him on top of her. He grabbed a pillow, shoved it beneath her stomach, and started pumping again.

  “Better?” he asked in her ear.

  “Mmmmm.”

  Cort suspected that moan would quickly become his favorite sound since it signaled Paige’s sa
tisfaction. Sliding his hand between the pillow and her tummy, he lifted her a few inches to give him a better angle. She must have liked his new position for she groaned loud and long.

  Her obvious enjoyment urged him to move even faster. Cort pounded his cock into her ass, climbing a little closer to the heavens with each thrust. He didn’t want to reach the stars without Paige getting there before him.

  When she dug her fingernails into his thigh, he couldn’t stop the climax. Pleasure started at the base of his spine and surged through his body. It grabbed his balls before barreling up his dick to explode out the end.

  Cort had enough brain cells left to remember to prop himself on his elbows so he wouldn’t smash Paige. His arms shook with weakness, as did every part of his body. If he didn’t know he needed to pull out of Paige, he would’ve been happy to close his eyes and sleep right there on top of her.

  “Cort, could you move, please?”

  “Yes. Absolutely. Give me a second.”

  The second turned into several moments, but he finally gathered enough strength to move away from her. The sight of her anus grabbing his softening cock as he pulled it out of her looked so sexy, he had no doubt he’d be ready for a round three soon.

  He fell to his back on the bed, one arm over his eyes. Then again, he might not be ready until next week.

  The mattress shifted, so he assumed Paige rose. He heard the bathroom door close. As soon as she finished, he’d go in there and get rid of the condom.

  The toilet flushed, water ran in the sink, the bathroom door opened. The mattress shifted again, then warm lips touched his. Cort uncovered his eyes so he could tunnel his hand into Paige’s mane of hair while he returned her kiss. He slipped his other arm around her waist, slid his hand down to clasp one firm butt cheek.

  She gave him two more pecking kisses before she lifted her head and smiled. “Hi.”

  A wide smile spread across his lips. “Hi. How do you feel?”

  “A little sore, a lot weak, and very good.”

  He swept his hand up and down her spine. “I’m sorry I came before you did.”

  “Cort, I’ve had four orgasms tonight. I never do that. You have no reason to be sorry.”

  “You sure you were satisfied?”

  “Completely, positively satisfied.”

  “Good.” He kissed her quickly. “My turn in the bathroom. You’re staying the night, right?”

  “I’d like that.”

  Cort found her beneath the covers when he returned to his room. He shut the door in case Daisy or Cocoa explored through the night, turned off the lamp, and crawled beneath the covers with her. She cuddled next to him, her arm over his waist, her leg between both of his.

  More comfortable than he ever remembered being after sex, he wrapped his arms around Paige, kissed the top of her head, and closed his eyes.

  The puppy kept pinwheeling his little legs, trying to climb higher up Paige’s chest to lick her face. She laughed in delight. The little black Lab had been the perfect gift from Cort. He’d told her he couldn’t resist picking up the puppy from the animal shelter as soon as he looked into those big brown eyes.

  Paige laughed again when the puppy barked. But instead of a normal yip, two beeps came from its mouth. Her laughter faded and she lifted the puppy to her face. The young animal beeped twice again before it began to fade away as consciousness seeped into her brain. She blinked to bring the room into focus. She lay half on her side, half on her stomach, with Cort’s head resting on her shoulder blade and his hand on her ass.

  Two beeps sounded again. Immediately awake, Paige pushed Cort away from her, threw back the covers, and scrambled from the bed.

  “Whazup?” he asked, rubbing one eye.

  “Two beeps. That’s a grass fire. I have to go.” She picked up her blouse from the floor, shoved her arms into the sleeves.

  He sat up in bed, pushed his hair back from his face. “Can I fix you something to eat or drink to take with you?”

  “Thanks, but I don’t have time.” She stuffed her bra into her purse, searched the floor for her panties. Not finding them, she decided she could go commando. She drew on her pants, slipped her feet into her shoes, and leaned over to give Cort a quick kiss. “Last night was great. Can’t go to Garland with you. Bye.”

  “Hey, will I see you later?” he called as she ran out the room and down the hall.

  “Don’t know. Depends on the fire.”

  Once in her car, Paige called her captain to find out the location of the fire. Depending on the address, sometimes going straight to the fire instead of to the fire hall saved time. The locale ended up being only a few blocks outside the city limits. Paige disconnected the call, laid her cell phone on the passenger seat, and headed for the fire hall.

  Paige accepted the cold bottle of water from Talia and gulped down half of it. While the firefighters had gotten the brush fire under control before it turned toward any homes, the heat and smoke quickly caused an almost unquenchable thirst. She’d drink a lot for the rest of the day, both to replenish her body’s moisture that she’d sweated away, and to try and get the taste of smoke out of her mouth.

  She took another gulp as her gaze traveled to Edward Riley, who spoke with one of her captains. A simple act of burning brush on the Rileys’ property had gotten out of hand when the wind suddenly shifted. When Mr. Riley couldn’t control the fire on his own, he’d called the fire department. If he’d delayed a few minutes longer, his home could’ve been destroyed.

  Talia took a bottle of water for herself from the ice chest. “I feel sorry for Mr. Riley. You can see the guilt on his face from here.”

  “He has no reason to feel guilty. It isn’t his fault the wind whipped up the way it did.”

  “I heard him telling Tate that his wife told him not to burn today, but he did it anyway.”

  “If we don’t get some decent rain soon, a fire ban will probably be enforced.”

  “I wish it would. People shouldn’t even think about burning brush when it’s so dry.” Talia unscrewed the cap from her bottle, took a long drink. “Hey, did you hear about the robbery?”

  Paige paused in the act of picking up her shovel. “What robbery?”

  “One of the convenience stores in Glen Rose got hit Thursday night. The thieves broke into the safe and stole close to three thousand dollars.”

  “Who told you?”

  “Lonnie.”

  If anyone would know the truth, it would be one of Lanville’s deputies who also volunteered for the fire department. Paige picked up her shovel and headed for the brush truck. “That’s close.”

  “Yeah. Lonnie said the robbery appeared to be just like all the ones in the Metroplex, so there’s a good chance it’s the same thieves.”

  “Thieves? More than one?”

  Talia shrugged. “Maybe. Lonnie said it’s impossible to tell, but he and Brad believe there have to be at least two committing the robberies.”

  Paige laid her shovel in the bed of the truck. “Surveillance cameras?”

  “All disabled. These guys are pros.”

  Goose bumps broke out on Paige’s skin at the thought of the robbers being so close to Lanville. Spencer’s closed at ten at night and had an excellent security system, but it sounded as if a security system didn’t matter to the thieves. From what she’d read about the Metroplex robberies, they seemed to be able to bypass anything.

  She made a mental note to call Clay later today and make sure he’d heard about the robbery so close to Lanville. As the new manager of Spencer’s, she wanted to be sure to do everything she could to protect her employer.

  8

  Paige collapsed in her recliner, leaned her head back, and closed her eyes. Today had been her third day as the manager of Spencer’s and it had been insane. Clay had crammed so much information into her brain since Monday, it surprised her that she could form one coherent thought. He and Maysen left this afternoon for the Pacific Northwest and Paige had no idea how long they’d b
e gone. She’d be able to reach him via phone or text or e-mail, but it wouldn’t be the same as having him right there at Spencer’s to answer the questions that would arise.

  She could do the job, she knew she could. She just wished she had a little more time with Clay for training.

  Managing to pry open one eyelid, she peeked at the clock on the wall above the TV. Seven-thirty. Her stomach had been rumbling for the last forty-five minutes, yet she doubted if she could find any strength in her legs to carry her to the kitchen for something to eat.

  The ringing of the doorbell made her groan. It couldn’t be Talia or Lucia. They would simply come in without bothering to ring the doorbell or knock. That meant she had to get out of her chair and attempt to walk.

  With another groan, Paige pushed herself out of the chair and shuffled to the door. She opened it to see Cort standing on her porch. He smiled. “Hi.”

  “Hi. What—”

  “Take this.” He held out a plastic grocery bag. “I have to get the Crock-Pot.”

  Frowning, she watched him jog the few steps to his motorcycle, reach inside the storage area, and lift out a silver slow cooker. She peeked inside the bag he’d handed her to see a package of spaghetti, one of garlic bread, and two covered plastic containers. “What is all this?” she asked once he joined her on the porch again.

  “Supper.” Without waiting for an invitation, he gave her a quick kiss as he walked past her. “Where’s your kitchen?”

  “That way,” she said, pointing in the general direction.

  Paige followed Cort to her small kitchen. He set the slow cooker on the cabinet next to a plug. From the items in the sack she still held, she assumed there must be some kind of pasta sauce in the appliance. “What’s in that?”

  “Spaghetti sauce. It’s been cooking all day, so should be just about perfect by now.” Taking the sack from her, he began removing the items. “Spaghetti, obviously. I’ll need a pot to cook it. The garlic bread needs ten minutes in the oven. I brought a salad, too, because I didn’t know if you had salad stuff here. I didn’t bring any dressing since I wasn’t sure what kind you like.”