by Lexy Timms
How could his touch ignite so much fire in her that she couldn’t focus on anything else?
Sam groaned, feeling her struggle against his hold, the movement exciting Sam in ways he’d never imagined. He let go of her hands, letting her arms fall to her sides, and pulled his other hand away from her breast. Instead of pinning her by her hands, he hooked his just below her derriere and pulled her legs up off the floor. He wrapped them around his hips, pushing her back hard against the wall to pin her with his entire body. “I have been wanting to do this all day...”
“Then hurry up and bloody do it.” Becca welcomed the distraction from everything that had gone wrong that day, Somehow, being with Sam made her feel a million times better, and she couldn’t deny she had wanted him all day as well, ever since she woke up to feel him naked behind her. Sam moved his hand from her leg and rubbed it between her thighs, teasing her through her jeans until she was rocking her hips against his hand, turning into a wanton creature for him. “Sam...”
“I know, stupid pants.” Sam let her feet drop to the floor and knelt down in front of her. He slowly unbuttoned her jeans and pulled the zipper down, looking up at her, trying to see her expression through the darkness. Her hips were rolling and rocking in the dark, her body ready and waiting for him. He gripped waistline of her jeans and tugged them down hard until they off, lying pooled at her ankles. He stood back up and quickly hooked her knees to pull her legs back up around his waist. He pinned her back up against the wall and pressed his mouth against hers possessively, grinding his hips into her now naked thighs.
“Sam, I need you.”
That was all Becca needed to moan. His hand moved back between her thighs, his fingers rubbing and teasing her, pinching the little sensitive nub. He ground his palm against her entrance, letting her wetness grow until his hand felt slick against her flesh. He moved his hand from between her thighs to his zipper, pulling it down and tugging the button loose. Becca watched him, biting her lip to try and control herself.
He dug his hand into his pants and pulled out his shaft. He stroked himself a few times, using the slickness on his hand to lubricate himself before positioning himself at her entrance. With one hard thrust he buried himself inside of her, slamming her back against the wall.
Becca only moaned more, her hips grinding against him as he swirled inside her.
“Damn, you feel so good. You’re going to turn me into a minute man.”
Sam began to thrust as Becca wrapped her arms around his neck, dragging her nails against his skin, pushing herself down on each of his thrusts. Her mouth leaned in and took a nibble at his neck, moving down along the crook onto his shoulder, sucking and kissing against his shoulder with the intent of leaving a mark.
The feel of teeth dragging across his flesh seemed to make Sam pump into her harder, feeling the need to be much deeper inside of her. Becca felt it, too. He moved his hands to dig his fingers into her hips as he lifted her up and dropped her onto his entire length. Pouncing hard, his thrusts were filled with desperation.
It only made Becca bite into him harder, her moans vibrating against his shoulder as she tried to quiet herself as she felt herself nearing the edge.
“I always pegged you for a biter. Fuck, that feels good...”
Becca moved her mouth away from his shoulder and looked into his eyes, grinning as she licked her lips. “You talk too much.” She pressed her lips hard against his, sucking on his lower lip and biting it.
Sam groaned as he throbbed against her inner walls, causing him to thrust even harder. He pulled away from the kiss, giving her a questioning glance to make sure she was ok.
Becca nodded and grimaced. “Don’t stop, so close.”
Sam pressed his lips against hers, pile-driving himself deep inside of her, her walls clamping around him.
Her moans grew longer and louder, muffled against his mouth, the vibrations teasing against their tongues. It brought him to the brink. Becca could feel him grow and when he went to pull out she reached down and grabbed his hips and tugged him back inside in her.
Becca shook her head and pulled away from his mouth, her words a deep, gasping moan. “Don’t stop, don’t you dare fucking stop.”
Her own hips ground against each of his thrusts and her walls clamped tightly around him, making it hard to pull out of her. Becca leaned her head back and moaned toward the ceiling. Moving a hand to bite down onto her palm to quiet herself, an orgasm rushed through her entire body. Her thighs trembled against Sam’s hips. There was no way he wouldn’t feel her release surrounding his shaft.
He lost control. He groaned and grunted, grinding his teeth to try and stop himself but wasn’t able to hold it any longer. Sam filled Becca with his release, groaning louder than he had ever before. The sensation caused him to thrust deeper, keeping himself buried against her sweet spot as he released.
“Oh shit!” He quickly pulled out. He was too late. He should have pulled out sooner. They both knew it, but somehow didn’t really care.
He carried her over to a cot and laid her down, and then sat down beside her, trying to catch his breath.
Becca stretched out and reached for her jeans on the ground. She slipped them on while watching Sam. Reflecting on exactly what had just happened, she wondered if he realized what they had just done.
Chapter 17
Becca grinned, trying to lose the irresponsible thoughts pressing against her temple. “Well, that was certainly a way to make a bad day better.”
“I agree,” Sam said slowly as he shifted on the small cot. “But umm... Did you know that I... you know... didn’t...?”
“You didn’t? We can go again if you want. I thought you did at the end.”
“Oh no, I did. It’s not that. I didn’t have a chance to umm...” Sam couldn’t bring himself to say it out loud. He just coughed awkwardly and nodded his head toward her thighs.
It took Becca a moment to catch on but Sam could tell when she did by her big, wide eyes. “Oh...” She knew. Just faking it seemed easier.
“Yeah...I’m...”
“It’s ok. We just got distracted. It won’t happen again. Ever.” Becca’s words didn’t match her actions. She climbed off the cot and moved away from Sam, quickly pulling up her zipper and tucking in the shirt. She was scrambling around the room when there was a knock on the door.
“Hello? Anyone in there?” The door rattled but held because of the lock.
“Shit! It’s Luke,” Becca whispered at Sam, who jumped up and tucked himself back into his pants, zipping them up and straightening in his shirt. He ran his hand through his hair to fix it, while Becca quickly tied hers up in a messy bun. “Just a sec.”
Once Becca and Sam were put back together, they sat on different cots. She waved her hand around the room hoping it didn’t smell like sex. They were so screwed. Literally.
She stood and went to the door and opened it. “Sorry, I didn’t realize it was locked.”
A very gorgeous Luke, dressed in regular street clothes, leaned against the wall. “Well now I see why we never got those drinks.”
“What?”
Luke motioned his head toward Sam and arched his brow, smirking as if he knew their secret.
Becca looked back at Sam and then returned her eyes to Luke, shaking her head as she opened her mouth. She was nervous, and denial seemed the easy route to go with. “Oh no, no, that isn’t why. We haven’t... I’m still game, if you are, that is.” She was babbling. She knew it, but couldn’t stop herself.
“You sure?” He raised an eyebrow and glanced at Sam, who nodded stiffly.
Becca moved to block Luke’s view of him. “I’m positive.”
“Ok then, this weekend?”
“Sounds great.”
“You have to pick the place.”
“I’ll be sure to think of somewhere fantastic.”
Luke smiled at her and Becca blushed, hiding her face and closing the door as Luke walked away. She’d just had sex with one guy and
was trying to hook up with the next? What the hell was she thinking?
Sam stood. “Well that wasn’t awkward at all.”
“Sam...”
“Nah, it’s cool. We’re aren’t a thing, just casual whatevers, right? It’s cool you have a date.”
“It’s not a date.”
“Then what is it?”
“Drinks. Casual drinks.” Right?
“Mm-hmm.”
“Anyway, we should get going.”
“Yeah, we should get going.” Sam looked ready to bolt. “I have the neighbor’s car to return and don’t I have to take you down to the police station to get your flirt on?”
Becca could sense he was truly upset. Being an ass just seemed like the easy way to cover it. If he was upset about the Luke thing she couldn’t understand why. Even if they were an item, which they weren’t, it wasn’t like that with Luke. “Sam...”
“What?” He was already on his feet and holding the door open before she could finish her sentence. The hard lines on his face were unmissable.
Becca let out a sigh and shook her head, walking toward the door. “Nothing, never mind.”
“Then let’s go. I’ll drop you off at the police station and I’ll bring the car back. Then go pick up your truck. We need to get into that file room. You do still want to do that, right?”
Becca nodded. “Of course. What? You think we fuck and suddenly I don’t care about anything else?” If he wanted to be an ass, so could she.
Sam talked with the rest of his shift mates while they clocked out. He had taken off earlier to help Becca and she needed to remember to thank him for that. She quickly went to her office to check on the helmets. They were all lined up with numbers and good to go. She stared at them a moment. She’d barely been here a few days and she was so lost to the past, focussed on a boy she didn’t want to be, and trying to break the law and undermine the fire chief and city police.
Coming back here had been a mistake, and yet there was no other place she wanted to be at that moment.
She nudged Sam’s side with her elbow as they walked out of the fire hall to the car. “I’m sorry if I was being a jerk.”
Sam glanced down at her. “Apology accepted.”
“Really? You don’t feel the need to apologize for anything?”
He shook his head. “Nope. What did I do? You basically raped and pillaged me, then left my body to be used as food for the ravens as you moved on to a leaner piece of meat.”
“That’s not...” She eyed him, not sure if she should make a smart-ass comment back or just keep quiet because he was actually upset. It didn’t sound like Sam speaking, just a big ball of jealousy spouting from his mouth. Which didn’t make sense, because she was sleeping with him, not Luke or anyone else.
When they climbed into the car, Becca immediately turned on the music to avoid any conversation that might lead to killing Sam’s mood again. Sam scoffed at how enthusiastically Becca scanned through the radio channels.
“Doesn’t your neighbour have something other than radio in this vintage beast?”
“And ruin its classic look, not a chance.” Sam pretended to rub the vinyl top of the car. “It’s a loaner, be kind.”
Becca ignored him and began flipping through more stations.
“Oh, hey, stay on this one!”
A banjo, or violin, or something twanged through the speakers. “Country? Really?”
“I happen to like country, despite my big city life.” Sam spoke in a fake Southern accent again, making Becca smile.
“I’m learning something new about you every day.”
They drove to her truck and Sam offered to drive it back to his place where they dropped off the car and the keys to the neighbour. Back in the truck, Becca noticed the dashboard had been wiped clean with no hint of anything burnt, dead, or flowery on it. She smiled when she realized Sam had put the same country station on her radio. They drove in silence as Sam took them downtown.
Once they were parked in the police station parking lot they wasted no time climbing out of the truck and heading through the front doors. Becca looked around and tried to sus out which police officer was most likely to let them into the file room. Eventually her eyes fell on a young guy who had rookie written all over him. He looked scared just sitting at his own desk.
“That one.” She pointed him out to Sam.
“Get to it, girly.” Sam tapped her bottom and pushed her forward. He grabbed some pamphlets and pretended to read through them.
Becca laughed and headed straight for the rookie, pulling her shirt tight into the back of her pants to make her chest more obvious as she moved. She felt silly doing it, but figured she needed to use what her momma gave her. When she reached his desk, she sat down and leaned across it to make her chest even more pronounced. “Hey there, officer.”
“Oh hi, umm... can I help you, Miss?”
“I hope so.” She traced a finger on his desk. Becca started to fake a saddened, worried voice as she tried to convince the rookie to help her. “You see, my mother’s wedding ring was stolen, it was very dear to me.”
“We can look into that for you.”
“The police already have. But I fear they’ve given up.”
“Oh, we never give up, Miss.”
“Either way, I’d be so grateful if you could just take me to the file room for five minutes. I’d really like to see my wedding ring file. A friend of mine had something similar stolen, and a police officer was soooo helpful. She was so happy to repay him.”
He stared at her, his cheeks burning red. She’d totally picked the right guy. “Uh, we aren’t allowed to do that, Miss.”
“Please, it’ll only take a second. I just want to get my dead mother’s ring back.” Becca began to fake cry, but it was useless. She realized the rookie wasn’t even paying attention to her, he was actually looking around her to stare at Sam. She stopped the sniffles. “Officer?”
“Sorry, what did you say, Miss?”
Becca grinned, she knew she had her in now. “You see that guy over there? He’s my friend, and he’s here to help me get my mother’s ring back.”
“You know him?”
“I do, and you know... if you could do me this tiny little favor, maybe I could do one for you.” Becca didn’t want to come right out and ask if he liked guys, but by the way he kept staring at Sam and completely ignoring her, she had a pretty good idea that he was.
“A favor, Miss?” He swallowed, his eyes swinging back to Sam.
“My friend, he’s single.” She leaned forward. “And a fireman. He’s on those calendars... you know the kind?” She shrugged as if just passing off unimportant information.
“You could do that?”
“Oh, I could. I’d be so grateful and so would Sam. He’s pretty shy.”
The rookie stared at Sam for a long moment, licking his lips before turning his attention onto Becca. He cleared his throat. “You can have five minutes.”
Chapter 18
Becca was smirking at Sam as they stood at the door of the file room.
“So did you have to flash him some boob to get in?” he whispered.
“Not exactly.” She grinned again, unable to stop.
“Well, you can dish while we dig for the arson files.”
Sam headed down one of the rows of filing cabinets and started looking through drawers. Becca took a different row and tried one of the computers. It was password protected so they were going to have to go through the physical files. She checked the clock. They had, like, three minutes. Two and a half now. Rookie boy was off to grab them each a coffee. “I wasn’t really his type.”
“That’s a damn shame. I can’t imagine why he wouldn’t fall for pretty you. Wait, if you aren’t his type how did we get in?”
“Well, someone else was his type.”
“Which friend did you pawn off on him?”
“You.”
Sam stopped sorting through files and looked up at Becca, his eyes w
ide, his face covered in shock. “You didn’t.”
“Take one for the team, Sam.”
“That’s more than one for the team.”
“I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” Becca winked and kissed the air in the direction toward Sam.
Sam frowned and stuck his tongue out at her, but reached up into the air and caught the kiss, grinning at her as he stored it in his pocket for later. “You’d better. Big time.”
“I will rock your world, Mr. Evans.”
“You already have, Miss Taylor,” he muttered. “Now let’s hurry.”
Becca grinned and went back to looking for files, her body covering itself in goosebumps at Sam’s words. She had to continue to tell herself not to get attached to him, but it was becoming harder and harder to not to. He was too sweet and too charming and had been her entire world when she was a teenager. Having him for a month was a fantasy come true, but having him for a lifetime was a happily ever after she knew would never happen. Becca smacked her cheeks a few times to stop her train of thought. She watched for rookie-boy while Sam scooted through the files.
“Jackpot,” Sam called out from the other side of the cabinets. He had a large, thick file. Becca raced over to where Sam was pulling out file after file on the arsons, until there was a stack half the height of Becca.
“Oh shit.”
“Looks like he’s been at it more than we’ve been told.”
“This can’t all be one person.”
Sam slid down onto the ground and crossed his legs. Leaning back against a cabinet, he started to read through the files.
“Sam, we don’t have time to go through all these. Rookie boy is going to be back in a minute with our coffees we don’t even friggin’ want.”