Controlled Burn

by Desiree Holt

  Boone didn’t know what to say after that. This was Ray Curtis’s problem to deal with. He’d have a whole lot of explaining to do to people like the Hannitys, still in a huddle, watching them. Montana and Darlene had come down from the porch and stood not far from the Hannitys, also keeping a curious eye on the scene.

  “All right,” Curtis said at last. “Let’s get our equipment packed up and head back to the station. Evan, you come with me. We’ll get your arm fixed up. Then we need to have a serious talk with the sheriff.”

  Boone almost felt sorry for Hunter as the chief marched him back to the SUV. Almost, but not quite.

  “Quite a night, cowboy.” Montana had walked over to where he was standing. “I’d say, when you get home, it might be nice if someone was waiting for you with a drink. What do you think?”

  Boone’s mouth stretched in the first real smile since the callout.

  “I’d say I know a firefighter who’d be mighty damn grateful for that.” He fished in his pocket for his keys, pulled one off the ring, and handed it to her.

  “All right, then. See you later.” She paused. “Maybe I’ll be a bad girl, and you’ll have to spank me again.”

  His cock immediately swelled to painful proportions. He couldn’t wait to get home.

  *****

  Montana thought for sure she’d be exhausted. An evening of exhausting sex then the hours at the Hannitys serving coffee and bottled water and offering moral support. But somehow she was more energized than ever.

  Watching Boone work had been amazing. It was easy to imagine him on a horse. But the sight of him in his turnout gear, manhandling the heavy hose, calling orders to his team, well, she hadn’t realized what a turn-on it could be. There were a lot of facets to Boone Crider, and it startled her that she wanted to stay around to see all of them.

  She’d had a lot of opportunity to chat with Darlene Royal tonight, too, in between providing liquids for the firefighters. The more they’d talked, the more excited Montana became at the idea of buying the Sunrise Diner. And the more she recognized her first instinct had been right.

  She finally had to admit to herself she was a small-town girl at heart. A Texas small-town girl. She’d had to run away to learn that about herself. As fake as Los Angeles was, this place was real. It was honest. And it was where she belonged. She could use all her hospitality experience to build up the business even more. Maybe introduce some new things. Become a real part of the community.

  Before she’d headed for her car, she and Darlene had shaken hands on the deal. Darlene promised to get the paperwork going right away.

  Now, fresh from a shower, she lay on the rumpled sheets of Boone’s huge bed and relived every moment of the earlier part of the evening. Her body hummed with anticipation as she listened for his return, replaying in her mind everything they’d done together. Closing her eyes, she let her legs open slightly and slipped a hand down to cover her mound. She was wet already, her body awash in sexual expectation. She could still feel the tingling on her ass where he’d spanked her, still shocked she’d enjoyed it and wondered darkly what else he might have in mind.

  She let her mind wander, thinking of all the things she’d read about, all the things she’d heard. One finger stole into the wet slit between her labia and found her clit, rubbing it lightly. Her inner walls vibrated in response, need a hot fist in her womb. She imagined Boone touching her, his long fingers sliding into her, his mouth on her nipple, his—

  “I think you’re having too much fun without me.”

  Montana’s eyes flew open, and she stared, shocked, at Boone standing beside the bed. She’d been so lost in sensation, she hadn’t even heard him come in.

  “Oh!” She blinked at him through a haze of desire.

  “If you give me a few minutes to shower off the debris and odor of the night, I think I can help you right along there.” He bent down and took one nipple into his mouth, exactly as she’d imagined, and bit down on it just enough to send fingers of erotic pain stabbing through her. She moaned in response. Boone’s rough chuckle vibrated against her breast.

  “Oh, yeah. That’s what I like to come home to.”

  Her hand stilled. “How did it go at the firehouse?”

  He shrugged. “About like I expected. Ray talked to Evan for a long time then called the sheriff. They were still at it when I left.”

  “What will happen to him?”

  “That’s up to the sheriff, but he did commit crimes and caused thousands of dollars’ worth of damage. But I trust Ray and the sheriff to see he gets his head screwed on straight. And I’m done talking about them.” He placed her hand back on her mound. “Keep doing what you were doing, darlin’. Keep that controlled burn going.” He stood up. “I’ll be right back.”

  Montana closed her eyes again and stroked herself slowly, only enough to keep her riding the edge of need but not enough to bring herself to orgasm. Oh, no, that was Boone’s job, and she was happy to give it to him.

  Vaguely, she heard the sound of the shower pounding against the tile in the bathroom. Then the sound disappeared. A few more minutes and she heard the sound of a drawer opening and closing. Then, finally, Boone was there again. The scent of his cologne teased at her nostrils, and she drew in a deep breath.

  “Smells better than smoke, right?”

  “Mmm. But you smelled good that first night, too, smoke and all.” She stilled her finger and opened her eyes. Boone was right beside her, holding something in his hand. Scarves. Scarves? She flicked a glance at them then back up at him.

  “You said you were up for a little more adventure?” The question was right there in his eyes. Did she mean it?

  “I trust you, Boone.”

  The questioning stare was replaced by one more incendiary than the blaze they’d been fighting tonight.

  “All right, then.” He climbed onto the bed, straddling her. “Wrists first.”

  He wound a scarf around both wrists, tugged them over her head, and tied off the scarf to one of the spindles in the headboard. Bending low over her, he kissed her, licked her lips with the tip of his tongue, and gently placed the scarf over her eyes. When he had it secured at the back of her head, he took her mouth again, this time with a kiss that was hot and voracious and demanding. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, licking every surface, dancing with her own small tongue, sucking it lightly, and grazing the tip with his teeth. Everything he did, every sensation, was magnified because she couldn’t see, couldn’t touch. Only feel and take in the sounds and the scents.

  “That’s it,” he coaxed. “Feel my hands on you.” He caressed her shoulders, her collarbone, and down over her breasts. “If I had you on your stomach, I’d give that sweet ass of yours another slap or two, but we’ll wait for another time for that. We will have other times, Montana. Lots of them. Right?”

  “Oh, yes,” she breathed.

  His busy fingers tweaked and pinched her nipples. Hard. The pain was like a sizzling needle to her hard tips, but the heat was welcome, not unpleasant.

  “I have plans for us,” he went on, his voice gravelly with lust. “And not just in bed. Can we make plans together, darlin’?”

  “Yes, yes, yes.” She twisted her body beneath him, trying to urge him down to her pussy where her walls pulsed with hungry need. “Yes, we can.”

  He slid one hand between her thighs, finding her wet heat, sliding two fingers into her cunt. She wanted to reach for him, to tunnel her fingers into the thick silk of his hair, to scrape her nails down his back. But her wrists were tightly secured to the headboard, and the very helplessness of it had her burning even more. Made her hungrier. More voracious.

  Montana had never really experienced adventurous sex. Lord knew Richard had saved all of his kink for his side pieces. He’d thrown it in her face often enough, while calling her frigid and the ice queen. Telling her it was all her fault. The truth was, after the first few years of marriage, she’d become so turne
d off by his egotistical attitude, she had trouble conjuring up any physical response to him. She still kicked herself mentally every day for staying as long as she had.

  But, with Boone, she wanted to taste everything. Feel more. She wet her lips with her tongue, still feeling the imprint of his mouth on them. When he spread her thighs, bending her legs at the knees and exposing her to him, lust raced through her so strong she nearly came from anticipation alone. He opened her labia like the petals of a flower and stroked his tongue through her slit. That was all it took, just that simple touch, for her to explode.

  He worked her with his tongue and fingers until the tremors subsided, every sensation magnified because she couldn’t see. Couldn’t touch him.

  “Now we get down to serious business,” he murmured, giving her clit a light nip.

  Montana had no idea how much time passed as he gave every inch of her body intimate attention with his tongue and his hands. He rubbed the crease between the globes of her buttocks, pushed just the tip of a finger into that tight-puckered opening, licked her pussy, and eased his fingers inside her. He played with her breasts, sucking and biting the nipples until she was ready to scream with need.

  “I want to touch you,” she gasped in desperation.

  “Next time.” The words were a guttural sound in the air.

  And then he went back to work on her again, bringing her to the edge, backing off, teasing, tasting, driving her up so high then backing off. By the time she heard the crinkle of foil and the snap of latex, she was perched so precariously on the edge of explosion she had no doubt one more touch of any kind would ignite her.

  But she was wrong. Boone had more exquisite torture in store for her. He slid his cock into her an inch at a time, teasing her with its size and length. And once he was fully inside her, he set up a slow rhythm that slowly drove her crazy.

  “Please,” she begged. “Please, please, please.”

  “Please what?” he asked as he rocked into her.

  “Please let me come. Please come with me. Please, Boone. Please.”

  “Since you asked so nicely.” But she heard it in his voice. He was on the rough edge as much as she was.

  He sped up his pace and drove into her once, twice, three times, and then carried her over the edge with him into dark, erotic space, where she whirled in the center of a massive detonation. Her pussy clamped down on him and spasmed over and over as his cock pulsed inside her. When the last shudder subsided, the last aftershock, he fell forward, catching himself on his forearms, breath raspy. She wasn’t sure if it was his heartbeat she heard or her own

  Montana had no idea how long they lay there like that. She wasn’t sure if she’d ever move again or even wanted to. Then Boone slipped slowly out of her body, eased from the bed, and went to dispose of the condom. In seconds, he was back, untying the scarves and rubbing her arms to ease the strain. She blinked at the sudden light.

  “You okay?” he asked, turning off the bedside lamp and sliding into bed beside her.

  “More than.” She sighed, blissfully content. She snuggled back against the warm curve of his body. “Boone?”

  “Uh-huh?”

  “I told Darlene I’m buying the diner. She’s getting the papers drawn up this week.” She paused. “Are you glad?”

  When he didn’t say anything, at first, a knot formed in her stomach. Then he kissed her shoulder and nibbled her ear.

  “Glad is too weak a term for what I am, Montana. I’m hoping you’ll be serving me breakfast there for a lot of years to come. And sleeping in my bed at night.”

  “Yeah?” Her heart stuttered with happiness.

  “Damn straight. Now, go to sleep. Tomorrow, we’ll be making some plans.”

  Montana closed her eyes and fell into the best sleep she’d had in years. Yes, she’d definitely come home.

  From Desiree

  People ask me all the time if I always wanted to be a writer. I don’t know if “always” is the word but certainly for all the years I can remember. I was a voracious reader, as were my mother and sister, and books held a royal place in our home. The funny thing is, I always thought I would write mysteries because that’s what we all read. I didn’t read my first romance until 2004, when I was sitting with the same three chapters of a mystery on my computer that had been there for three months. But then my eyes were opened, and they never closed.

  Submitting that first book was scary, but after a lot of rejections you stop being scared and become determined I’m glad I never gave up, because I am having the most fun in my life I have ever had. (Well, maybe not ever! LOL!) So here I am, with all these titles under my belt.

  Writing a book is a solitary experience but it never comes to the bookshelves, virtual or other, alone. For me, it starts with my friends, especially me best bud and critique partner, Cerise Deland, who is always there when I need her to help me plug those plot holes ad beef up the scenes. Next comes beta reader extraordinaire, Margie Hager, who ahs the best eagle eye in the world. Thank you, Margie my love, for all the hours you put in to help me bring my stories to life.

  Then of course there are the wonderful ladies of Wizards in Publishing, Kate Richards and Valerie Mann. From editing to formatting to uploading, without them my books would never get to the outside world. You will never know how much I appreciate you.

  Then there are Desiree’s Dolls, my wonderful street team who is always busy passing the word. Ladies, I am blessed with your dedication. Special thanks to Amber Hill, Kim Rocha and Janet Rodman. You guys are just the very, very best. I love you.

  Then there is my family. Do they read my books? Absolutely not! But they are the best public relations team in the world. From my daughter Amy Nease who tells all her clients about me to my son Steve Horwitz who makes sure he lets everyone he knows when I have a book released to my younger daughter Suzanne Hurst who is my good right hand y my granddaughter Kayla Hurst, who is my wonderful left hand. Guys, I could not do it without you. If you see me at a convention, Suzanne will not be far from my side.

  My cats, of course, keep me company while I write. And you all have seen pictures of Bast at the keyboard with me. She thinks she should get co-author credit!

  Last but very far from least are all of you, my wonderful readers, who send me such great emails and posts and are so faithful. I love you so much. You are my extended family and I send you all many hugs.

  There are a lot more stories to come. Please stay tuned.

  About the Author

  Referred to by USA Today as the Nora Roberts of erotic romance, Desiree Holt is the world’s oldest living published erotic romance author. A graduate of the University of Michigan with double majors in English and History, her earlier careers include agent and manager in the music industry, public television, associate vice president of university advancement, public relations, and economic development.

  She is three times a finalist for an EPIC E-Book Award (and a winner in 2014), a nominee for a Romantic Times Reviewers Choice Award, winner of the first 5 Heart Sweetheart of the Year Award at The Romance Studio as well as twice a CAPA Award winner for best BDSM book of the year, and winner of the Holt Medallion for Excellence in Romance Literature.

  She has been featured on CBS Sunday Morning and in The Village Voice, The Daily Beast, USA Today, The (London) Daily Mail, The New Delhi Times, The Huffington Post and numerous other national and international publications. She is also the Authors After Dark 2014 Author of the Year.

  “Desiree Holt is the most amazing erotica author of our time and each story is more fulfilling then the last.” (Romance Junkies)

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  Other Books by Desiree Holt

 
He Came Upon a Midnight Clear

  Joy Ride

  Lust Becomes You

  Overnight Sensation

  Soul Dreams

  Bedroom Eyes

  Candy Caresses

  Cupid's Shaft

  Dancing with Danger

  Delicious Danger

  Delight Me

  Diamond Lady

  Double Entry

  Downstroke

  Driven by Hunger

  Eagle's Run

  Erected

  Erotic Emerald

  Escape the Night

  Extrasensory

  Feel the Heat

  Flavors of Ecstacy Vol 1

  F-Stop

  Hammered

  Hard Lovin'

  Hot Moon Rising

  Hot to Trot

  Hot, Wicked and Wild

  I Dare You

  Jungle Inferno

  Just Say Yes

  Kidnapping the Groom

  Letting Go

  Line of Sight

  Lust by Moonlight

  Lust Undone

  Lust Unleashed

  Mistletoe Magic (Elven Magic)

  Nailed

  Naughty Nuptials