Ignite The Spark Between Us: Searing Saviors #4

by Parker, Weston

  “Can I come with you?”

  “It’s adult stuff, kiddo. I’m sorry. But it’ll only be a minute. Okay?”

  Olivette nodded and looked at her feet. “Okay.”

  I ruffled her hair before stepping into the classroom and walking to Allie’s desk. If I stopped, I knew I might turn back around and flee. But there was no room for that. Not now.

  “Allie?”

  She looked up at me, and her eyes widened. Her cheeks turned pink, and she got to her feet. “Mav, hi.”

  “Hi.”

  “Can I help you with something?” She asked the question like I was just one of the other parents.

  I didn’t like that. “We need to talk.”

  She blinked but said nothing.

  “Please,” I continued. “Can I come over tonight? Just to clear the air? I don’t want or need anything from you. We just… we need to figure out a way to move forward without things feeling like this.”

  “Like what?” she asked innocently.

  “Like we can’t talk to each other anymore.”

  Allie chewed the inside of her cheek and looked out the classroom windows. Then she nodded slowly. “Okay. My place. Eight-thirty.”

  “I’ll be there.”

  I buzzed up to Allie’s unit on the fifteenth floor of the Wynnwood Estates at exactly eight-thirty. Her voice filled the little speaker above the directory, and she told me to push the door when the little light turned green. I did, and I made my way to the elevator, which I rode up to her floor.

  She was waiting for me in the doorway of her apartment when I stepped off the elevator. “Come in,” she said, tipping her head toward her door.

  I stepped in, and she closed the door behind us. I stepped out of my shoes as she moved around me and went into the kitchen. I followed and hung back as she poured two glasses of iced water. She pressed one into my hands and gestured toward her living room. There was a candle lit on the fireplace mantle that smelled like citrus, and the blinds over her windows left striped shadows on her hardwood floors from the balcony light outside.

  We took our seats on the sofa.

  Allie sipped her water. “So, where did you want to start?”

  Good question. One I should have expected. “Saturday. I don’t know what happened. And I don’t need you to tell me if you don’t want to. But I wanted to apologize if I made you feel like you needed to rush things. Or like you needed to do something in order to get me to—I don’t know—still be into you.”

  Allie didn’t say a word. She stayed perfectly still and watched me over the rim of her glass.

  I swallowed. “I’ve been thinking. Maybe we tried to move too fast. You know, this is new territory for both of us. I can’t help but wonder if we spent more time getting to know each other before we tried to take things into the bedroom, you wouldn’t have—”

  “Freaked out?”

  “I wouldn’t call it that.”

  Allie smiled. It was a nice thing to see on her lips. “I did. Freak out, I mean. Just a little.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “No,” she said, putting down her glass and inching closer. “No, it wasn’t because of you. It was because of me.”

  “You’re sure I didn’t do something? Say something?”

  “Mav, I’m sure. You were a perfect gentleman. You checked in with me. You gave me chances to pump the brakes. But I didn’t. I kept going, and then I got overwhelmed, and I never meant to make you feel like you did anything wrong.” She pinched her bottom lip between her teeth. “I’m… I’m really embarrassed about how I reacted and how I’ve been ignoring you.”

  “Don’t be.”

  “But I am. It was childish. And I can do better than that.”

  “I can do better, too. I could have done this sooner.”

  She smiled and shook her head at me. “It wasn’t your problem to fix. It was mine.”

  “Does that mean it’s fixed now?”

  “It means I want it to be.”

  “And the two aren’t mutually exclusive?”

  “Not really,” she said, shaking her head.

  “Damn.”

  She giggled, and I took that as a good sign. “Mav, I have to tell you something. It will help all of this make sense to you. I just don’t want it to scare you away.”

  I couldn’t help myself. I moved forward until our knees were touching, and I pulled her hands into my lap. “Nothing you say will scare me away.”

  “I wouldn’t be so sure,” she said. She was uneasy, nervous.

  “Allie, I fight fires for a living. Whatever it is you want to tell me, I can handle it. I promise.”

  Her green eyes danced back and forth between mine. I could see the wheels turning.

  “Please,” I said. “Tell me.”

  This was my only shot to have another chance with her.

  “Okay,” she said, taking a deep breath and closing her eyes. She opened them again. “Okay. Just don’t freak out.”

  “I won’t freak out.”

  She rolled her shoulders. “I… I’m… I’m a virgin, Mav.”

  24

  Allie

  Mav worked hard to keep his face from shifting in surprise. I had to give him credit where credit was due. He was doing a good job.

  “Say something,” I whispered.

  His jaw flexed. “Well, I didn’t see that coming.”

  “Oh God,” I said, pulling my hands away from him and covering my face in embarrassment. “This is so humiliating.”

  “No, no, don’t say that. I didn’t mean it like that. It just caught me off guard a little bit. But this is good news. It helps clarify things.”

  “It does?” I peered at him from between my fingers.

  “Yes, it means I wasn’t an ass. I didn’t do anything wrong. It means all we needed to do was slow down.” He grinned. “It means we can still give this a shot. If you want to, of course.”

  My heart soared. “I want to.”

  “Yeah?”

  I nodded. “But…”

  “Yes?” His gaze darkened as concern washed over his face.

  “But I don’t think I want to slow down. Not all the way.”

  “What are you saying?”

  “I’m saying we should pick up where we left off.”

  “But you’re—”

  “A virgin. Yeah. I know. Trust me. I know better than anyone else. We don’t have to—you know—go all the way, but I’d like to see what it might be like.” I was saying a lot of things. A lot of things I’d never said before. They hung in the air between us, dripping with temptation, and that dark look in Mav’s eyes intensified.

  Desire.

  I was aware of it coursing through me, too. I wanted him. I’d wanted him since that night, but I’d had to slow it all down. And right now, he made me feel like that was okay. Like I’d made the right call. All the guilt and anxiety I’d worn like a second layer of skin all week was suddenly gone, and I was left feeling ready and vulnerable and oh so eager for him to put his hands on me.

  “How much time do you have?” I asked.

  Mav glanced at his watch. “An hour. Give or take.”

  “Is that enough time?”

  “To fool around?” He grinned. “Allie, if all I had was thirty seconds, I’d take you up on it. I’ve been thinking about you all week.”

  I hooked a leg over his. “Me too.”

  Then his lips were on mine. Warm. Soft. Minty.

  His fingers slipped into my hair, and my lips parted for his tongue. I clawed at his shirt, desperate to hurry things along and get right back to that place we’d been at last week. All hot and flustered and ready.

  And wet.

  “Mav,” I breathed as I slid my hand under the collar of his shirt and felt the swell of his chest under my palm. “I trust you.”

  He pressed his forehead to mine, and everything slowed down. I was hyper-aware of his breath, of the rise and fall of his chest beneath my hand, and of the way his eyes moved
behind his closed lids. “We won’t go all the way.”

  I nodded. “Okay.”

  “But I’ll make you feel things you’ve never felt before.” He tightened his grip in my hair, and I quivered in his grasp. Then he pulled my head back, exposing my throat, and left a trail of kisses from the base of my neck up to my chin. “With my fingers. With my tongue.”

  I whimpered in his grasp. Every muscle in my body was pulled tight, straining against the desire welling up inside me, ready to spill over at any moment. I’d never come for a man before. Not even once. The only orgasms I’d ever experienced had been earned with my reliable little lipstick-shaped vibrator. She did the trick, sure, but there was something different about having Mav’s strong hands on me. Something about his hot breath on my neck and his presence, filling the air with electricity and masculinity.

  Yes, I was ready. Whatever he wanted to do to me, I would let him.

  “Please,” I cooed.

  He ran a finger down my throat. “Please, what?”

  “Make me come.”

  Mav’s lips curled in a smile as he pressed them to mine. Then he turned my head to the side and worked his way to my ear, which he pinched between his teeth. When he spoke, his voice was a deep rumble, and I clung to his shirt to steady my rushing heart. “Your wish is my command. First thing’s first. Let’s take those pants off.”

  I hurried to undo the button of my jeans. Mav watched and reached for my belly as I shimmied the pants down my hips. He pressed a palm to my stomach and ran it down toward my panties, just like he’d done the last time. He snapped the straps on my hips playfully, then helped me tear my jeans all the way off. Once they hit the floor, he pushed me deep into the sofa cushions. Then he slid off the sofa, pushed my legs apart, and settled between them.

  “You can tell me to stop,” he said.

  “I won’t.”

  “Good girl.”

  Mav ran his hands along the inside of my thighs. Just his touch was exquisite. I had no idea how I would endure it when his tongue touched my clit. I might come unhinged.

  I might scream his name.

  Mav pulled my panties to the side. I sucked in a breath as he leaned in, only his eyes and the top of his head visible. Somehow, I could tell he was smiling.

  I was about to open my mouth to tell him to stop being so cocky when his tongue flicked over my clit. I gasped and clutched at the sofa cushions. Mav indulged me in some more licks before he slowed down and lapped at my pussy in long, slow strokes.

  My eyes practically rolled back in my head. How was he doing this? And how could this feel so much better than my vibrator?

  Whimpering and quivering, I did everything in my power to maintain control as he licked me up and down and swirled his tongue over my clit. The pleasure was unbearable, excruciatingly delicious, and when he surprised me by easing a finger inside me, I let out a cry. He slowed, steadied, and worked me over nice and slow. All the while, his tongue danced over my clit.

  My hips rolled and rocked of their own accord. Mav slid his free hand under my ass and held me in place while he ate me out. I plunged my fingers into his hair, unabashedly holding his face against my center as my insides tightened, preparing for a release.

  “Yes,” I breathed. “Yes!”

  Mav groaned into my pussy. I hung my head back, closed my eyes, and reveled in the pleasure of it. My toes curled. Stars exploded behind my eyelids. And then, right when I thought it couldn’t get any better, Mav drew my clit between his lips and sucked hard. He flicked his tongue over the swollen tip while he worked his finger in and out of me, and I was powerless to the scream that came out of my throat. Mav worked me over as I came. His finger slid effortlessly through me, slick with my come.

  “Relax,” Mav said, slowing his finger. “Breathe.”

  I did as he said. My world stopped spinning. “That was incredible.”

  He chuckled. “I’m not done with you yet. Lay back. Relax. That’s it. Are you ready?”

  I nodded.

  Mav stretched me with another finger. My back arched, and my nails bit into my palms as I strained against the pressure that doubled up inside me.

  “How’s that, baby?” Mav cooed, going to his knees and leaving a trail of kisses up my stomach.

  I couldn’t talk. Words were lost to me, and my world was nothing but the sensation of what he was doing to me. He could have done it all night long, and I would have let him.

  He fucked me harder.

  There was no pain, only pleasure. My body sang with it. My breath came in great, shaking gasps and little moans, and I writhed beneath him until he crushed his lips against mine. I breathed in the smell of him and rocked my hips against his fingers, daring him to make me come again.

  Please. Please. Please.

  “Yes,” I moaned into his mouth.

  “Fuck, you’re so sexy,” Mav growled.

  “Harder.”

  He drove his fingers inside me. My thighs spasmed, and my knees ached, and the tightness below my belly suddenly exploded. The wet sounds of his fingers inside me echoed in my head, and Mav dropped back down between my legs to lap at my juices. His fingers still moved inside me, still pressed into places that had never been touched, and I lay half draped across the sofa, out of breath and spent, as he slowed his rhythm to eventually pull out and leave me empty.

  Then, to my horror, he licked his fingers clean.

  He caught me gawking at him. “What?”

  “I—I—”

  He laughed. “You taste good.”

  “Oh God,” I whispered, covering my face with my hands.

  “You’re so sexy, Allie. You have no idea. And that pussy? Fuck.” He shook his head. “I have to stop myself, or I won’t be able to leave you.”

  I sat up straighter and pulled my shirt off. He watched in awe as I undid my bra and squeezed my tits together for him. “It would be cruel of me not to return the favor.”

  “You don’t have to.”

  “I want to,” I said. “Please let me.”

  Mav looked unconvinced for a moment. So I slid off the sofa and took my turn on my knees. He watched as I undid his jeans. Nerves fluttered in my belly. I’d never sucked a man off before. I’d never done anything past rubbing a hard on over jeans, actually. This was a big step. But I wasn’t scared. I was ready. I wanted to see him. To taste him. To take him in my throat and forgo air to worship him the way he deserved.

  Mav helped me push his jeans down around his thighs. Then his boxers came down.

  I found myself staring at a cock of a size I never could have imagined. “Wow.”

  “Take it slow,” he reminded me.

  “I don’t know how to do this,” I said, my eyes flicking from his thick hard cock to his eyes. “You have to show me how you like it.”

  His jaw clenched. “Fuck, woman. You’re going to make me lose it, talking like that.”

  I licked my lips and put my hands on his knees, leaning over his cock. I ran my tongue up the length of his shaft and held his gaze. “Tell me what you like.”

  He could hardly speak. His chest rose and fell with each labored breath as he bit out the words. “Deep and slow.”

  That was all I needed to know.

  I took him in my mouth, rolled my tongue around his head, and worked my way down his shaft inch by inch, taking as much of him in my throat as I could. Much to my surprise, I made it almost all the way down to the hilt. He groaned above me, and when I pulled myself up to go down again, he gathered my hair up off my face and began working me on his cock.

  I had never been so turned on in my life.

  Soon, I was moaning while I sucked him off. Until, of course, he was buried so deep in my throat I couldn’t even breathe. I held him, gagged on him, and then sucked him hard and fast as he writhed beneath me, hips bucking, cock jerking between my lips until hot come exploded against the back of my throat. I drank him all and licked at him until he pulled me back up onto the couch with him.

  I w
iped my lips with the back of my hand and smiled as he pinned me beneath him on my back. “You’re going to ruin me,” he whispered.

  “You’re going to ruin me first.”

  “Only if you want me to,” he challenged.

  I knew right then and there that soon, I would want him to. Soon, I would want that cock of his inside me.

  “Allie?”

  “Yes?”

  “I want to take you on another date.”

  I lifted myself up from the pillow to press a kiss to his lips. “I would love that.”

  “And I want to bring Olivette.”

  I gazed up at the man who was pulling on my heartstrings. The man who had made me feel more than any other man I’d ever met. “If you think it’s the right call, I’m in.”

  “Yeah?”

  I nodded. “Yeah.”

  Mav kissed me again before working his way down my body. “An answer like that deserves a reward, don’t you think?” He pushed my knees apart. “Let’s see if I can get you to scream again.”

  25

  Mav

  “So, Lieutenant,” Trace teased, giving me a side-eye as the whole crew snickered at my expense around the station kitchen table. “How are things going with this new girl of yours?”

  The other guys exchanged some words under their breath, but all of their attention was on me.

  I picked a piece of lint off my shirt. “That’s none of your business.”

  “Oh, come on!” Trace cried. “Don’t do me like that.”

  “I’m not doing you like anything. It’s my business. Not yours.”

  Trace laughed. “So things are going well?”

  The other guys chimed in to add their two cents.

  “What’s she like?”

  “Do you have a picture?”

  “Have you fucked her yet?”

  “He’s not going to tell us that,” Hayden said. “This is Mav we’re talking about here.”

  I blew them all off and got to my feet. The last thing I wanted to talk about with these guys was Allie. She was like my little secret, and she was worth protecting from them. I certainly wasn’t about to tell them she had been a virgin.