Ignite The Spark Between Us: Searing Saviors #4

by Parker, Weston

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  Allie

  “I’m so sorry,” I whispered.

  My head spun after everything Mav had told me about his late wife, Clara.

  She’d died during childbirth. I never could have imagined something so horrible. I could see him in the delivery room, holding his brand-new baby girl while the doctors worked furiously around him to save his wife.

  And they failed.

  “Don’t be sorry,” Mav said. “It was out of everyone’s control. And I’ve made peace with it.”

  “How? When?”

  Mav surprised me by smiling. He looked down at his hands. “Today, actually.”

  “Today?”

  He nodded. “I didn’t know I was carrying this weight around with me. I had no idea how much better I would feel when I shared the burden. When I stopped hiding the truth from my daughter. When I met someone I cared enough about to let them in.”

  My heart fluttered wildly in my chest at those words. “You told Olivette?”

  “Yeah, like half an hour ago.”

  “How did she take it? Is she okay?”

  Mav smiled. “Yes. She’s all right. Thank you. You’re a good woman, Allie. A better woman than I ever could have imagined meeting. I didn’t think I’d ever feel anything good again after I lost Clara. I thought the only light in my life was going to be my daughter. But you showed me that there was more out there. And that Olivette deserved more, too. She deserves a woman in her life like you.”

  “Mav,” I breathed. His words were piercing right through the wall I’d built.

  “Allie,” he said, his voice softer than silk, “Olivette loves you. That’s all that matters. And so do I.”

  “So do you?”

  “I love you, Allie.”

  My breath hitched in my throat. “Why?”

  He laughed and joined me on my sofa. “Why? That’s easy. Because you’re smart. Because you know what you want and you’re not afraid to go for it. Because you hold true to yourself. Because of how you are with my daughter. Because of how you make me feel and how you make other people feel. I love your smile. I love the way you laugh, and I love the sounds you make when you come.”

  I blushed and hid my smile.

  He lifted my chin with a finger. “And I love how shy you are. How sweet you are. How every word out of your mouth lifts other people up. How you make me feel strong when I’m with you. I love the way your lips move when you say my name. Allie, I love everything about you, and I have since that night we went on our first date. And if I have to sit here all night and convince you why you’re worth loving, I will.”

  I shook my head as my vision blurred with tears. “I love you too.”

  “You do?”

  I nodded vigorously as the tears spilled over and ran down my cheeks. “Yes. Now kiss me already.”

  Mav’s lips were on mine before I had a chance to take another breath. The kiss was wild and very unlike all the kisses we’d shared before. His hands wandered all over me, and I yielded to him, leaning back so he could press me down into the couch beneath him.

  Everything became crystal clear in that moment.

  This was what I’d been waiting for. Love. The real kind. Not the fluffy kind and the fake promises and the fluttery puppy dog infatuation feelings of love.

  Real, genuine, wholesome, honest love.

  I held his face in my hands and kissed him deeply until I had to come up for air. “Mav?”

  “Yes?” He pressed his lips to my jaw. My throat. My cheeks.

  “I’m ready,” I whispered.

  He leaned back and stared down at me. “Ready?”

  I nodded and lifted my hips, pressing into his cock that was growing harder and harder by the second within the confines of his jeans. “Yes, I want you. All of you. And I want to share all of me with you. I love you.”

  “You’re sure?” he whispered.

  “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. It’s you. I want it to be you.”

  “I’ll be gentle.”

  “I know.”

  His lips crashed against mine as I reached between us and fumbled with his belt buckle. Once I had it undone, I started working on his jeans. I managed to get them about three or four inches down his thighs before his kisses had me too breathless to do anything but wiggle desperately beneath him.

  Mav slid down the length of my body and worked my pants off. Then he pushed his off and stripped out of his black shirt, pulling it over his head.

  I soaked in the sight of his swollen muscles and tanned skin.

  Yes, I was ready. I was more than ready. All the unknown and uncertainty had led us to this vulnerable moment where he’d laid everything out on the table for me. I couldn’t ask for more than that.

  My body was responding to what was about to come. My nipples were hard and pressing against the thin fabric of my white tank top. My panties were soaked. My thighs were already trembling, and he hadn’t even touched me yet.

  But I had to admit, the kisses themselves were hot as hell and enough to get me worked up.

  Mav rubbed me over my panties. Then, when he was good and ready, he tugged them to the side and went down on me. I hung my head back and rested it against the armrest of the sofa as I relished the way his tongue flicked over my clit in a perfect rhythm. He knew what I liked, what pushed me over the edge.

  His little licks became long slow ones, where he dragged his tongue up and down my aching slit. Then he’d slow down to trace my clit in slow circles before sucking it between his lips.

  I cooed sweet nothings at the ceiling as that familiar pressure built below my tummy. “Yes,” I breathed, my hips bucking of their own volition. Mav held me in place, bearing down on them with incredible strength, pressing me hard into the sofa as he continued delighting me with his tongue. “Yes!”

  My orgasm broke over me like a tidal wave. It washed through me, clearing away any lingering hesitation and centering me within myself.

  I’d been waiting for this moment for a long time. And I had what I wanted: a man worthy of the love I had to give.

  Mav Cantone could have whatever he wanted from me. Mind, body, and spirit, I was his.

  The world shattered when he eased a finger inside me, and then another. I gave up trying to maintain control and let my body take over. Mav guided me through the ups and downs as he worked his way toward my second climax, and every breath, every second, left me shaking harder and aching for more.

  “Please,” I whimpered.

  Mav rolled his tongue over my clit. Jolts of pleasure ricocheted through my body.

  “Please,” I cooed again, and my back arched.

  I was about to plead again when he pushed me past my limit and another orgasm rolled through me. This one was more powerful than the last. It left me panting for breath as Mav straightened and took his boxers off. He bent down and reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out a little foil wrapper.

  A condom. He twirled it in his fingers. “Should we take this to the bedroom?”

  “I don’t think I can walk.”

  “That won’t be a problem,” he said.

  He gave me the condom, scooped me up in his arms, and carried me effortlessly to my bedroom. He set me down on the bed on my back and took the condom.

  I watched in a daze of euphoria as he rolled it down his shaft. Then he pushed my knees apart and stepped between them. He ran his hands up and down the inside of my thighs. “Are you ready?”

  I nodded. “I think so.”

  “You think?”

  “I’m ready.”

  Mav ran his cock over my pussy. I bit down hard on my bottom lip when he pressed his head to my opening. At first, there was nothing but intense pressure. Then the pressure gave way as he slid inside me. Another wall built up as my muscles pressed against him, and he groaned above me, pushing in inch by inch until I let out a yelp of pain.

  “It’s okay,” I whispered when his brow furrowed and he made to pull out. I reached
for him and pulled him down on top of me. “Keep going.”

  Mav rolled his hips nice and slow. His cock dipped in and out of me. The sensation was glorious. There were no words to describe the feeling of it all, besides pressure and release. Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he pressed in deeper.

  I cried out his name and gripped his forearms, and Mav quickened his speed, his hips slapping against me as I came. I hadn’t expected it to be so intense. So wild. Or so freeing. But it was.

  Mav gritted his teeth above me. His shoulders flexed as he fucked me hard and fast, and I ran a hand up his chest and pleaded for him to come, too. When he finally gave in, his body shook, and his shoulders rolled, and he wrapped me up in his arms like he might never let me go. I reveled in the moment with him, and our breaths fell in sync.

  As everything stilled around us, Mav straightened and smiled down at me.

  I smiled back. “It was everything I thought it would be.”

  He rained kisses down on me. “Baby, you haven’t even grazed the surface of what I have in store for you. This is just the start.”

  I shivered beneath him. “I’m glad it was you.”

  He stroked my cheeks and tucked my hair behind my ears. “Me too.”

  Epilogue

  Allie

  Six Months Later

  Mav’s room always smelled like his cologne, citrus and sandalwood mixed with something sweet that I could never put my finger on.

  When I rolled over on Saturday morning, I reached for him, but my searching fingers met only sheets and blankets. I cracked open an eye and peered around at the room awash in the gray light.

  It was a gloomy morning. Rain pattered against the bedroom window, and if I looked straight up through the slats in the blinds, I could see the sky was heavy with clouds.

  I didn’t mind. Cozy mornings were hard to come by in Searing, due to the stifling humidity. Today would be a good day for oversized sweaters and knee-high socks for lounging around the house.

  I was about to get out of bed to seek out a pair of those socks and a sweater when the bedroom door opened. I propped myself up and rubbed at my eyes as Olivette poked her head around the door. “Are you awake, Allie?”

  “Yes, come on in, sweetheart. I’m awake.”

  Olivette crept into the room. In her arms was a white tray loaded down with all sorts of breakfast goodies.

  I craned my neck to take a look at her collection of food. “What do you have there?”

  “Daddy and I made you breakfast in bed.”

  “Did you now?” I asked as she climbed haphazardly up onto the end of the bed. She pushed the tray toward me and sat on her knees as I peered down at it. There was a glass of orange juice, undoubtedly Olivette’s, as well as two steaming cups of coffee and a massive stack of apple and cinnamon pancakes.

  The smell that wafted up with the steam was heavenly.

  “This looks so good,” I said.

  Olivette beamed at me, and the door opened to reveal Mav, who slipped inside with plates, napkins, and cutlery. He spotted me sitting up. “Good morning, sleepyhead.”

  “Morning.” I smiled. “How long have you two been up?”

  Mav and Olivette exchanged a look, and he shrugged. “I don’t know. Forty-five minutes or so?”

  I glanced at the clock. It was already eight-thirty. “I didn’t mean to sleep in so late. I’m sorry. Your mattress is so much more comfortable than mine.”

  Mav sat down on the other side of the bed and began passing the pancakes around. Olivette drowned hers in maple syrup before taking a massive bite. Her cheeks were all puffed up as she chewed, and I tried not to giggle at her expense.

  “Are they good?” I asked.

  “Derishes,” she mumbled.

  Mav snorted and handed me my plate.

  I scooped extra apples onto my pancakes before I poured some maple syrup over them, and then I dug in. “Is your grandmother still coming to dinner tonight?”

  Mav nodded. “She sure is. She says she’s bringing her famous half-hour pudding, too. It’s one of Olivette’s favorites.”

  “I’ve never had half-hour pudding before,” I said.

  Both Mav and Olivette stared at me like I was a crazy person.

  “What?” I asked.

  “You’re missing out,” Mav said.

  “It’s like Heaven in a bowl,” Olivette said.

  “Is it now?” I asked. “I hope you two aren’t leading me on to think it’s better than it is. That would be a cruel trick.”

  “It’s better than these pancakes,” Olivette said.

  “Hey,” Mav said defensively, fake pouting.

  Olivette smiled up at him. “Sorry, Daddy. You think it is too.”

  He chuckled. “You’re right.”

  I set down my plate to take a sip of coffee. I relished the heat and the rich flavor on my tongue. “Everything is so good, you guys. Thank you. What did I do to deserve all this?”

  Mav and his daughter exchanged a look. They did this often. It was like they always had a little secret between them. I thought it was cute, and I never tried to force them to let me in on the scoop, but this look was different.

  This look held a promise.

  “Guys?” I asked suspiciously, narrowing my eyes at them.

  “We wanted to talk to you,” Olivette said.

  “To ask you something,” Mav clarified.

  Butterflies fluttered in my stomach. “Okay. What is it?”

  “We’ve been talking,” Mav said. “And Olivette and I are really happy with how things are going. We’re becoming a family, the three of us, but something isn’t right.”

  “What’s not right?” I asked, concern spreading through my chest.

  Olivette leaned forward to rest her hands on my ankles. “You live too far away.”

  Mav grinned at me. “We want you to move in with us, Allie.”

  My heart nearly soared right out of my chest. “You do? You both do?”

  They nodded in unison.

  “I don’t know what to say.”

  “Say yes,” Olivette pleaded.

  Mav nodded. “Say yes.”

  I looked back and forth between them. These were the two people I loved more than anything else in this world. They were my everything. Before them, life had been good. After them, it had been great. I couldn’t imagine a life without them, and I couldn’t agree more.

  I lived too far away.

  Even though it was only a ten-minute drive.

  I smiled. “Yes, I’m in. Let’s do it.”

  Olivette sprang to her feet and jumped on the bed. Mav lunged for the tray to steady it, but coffee and orange juice sloshed over the rims of the glasses and mugs and mixed together on the tray. Mav laughed and gave up, opting to tackle his daughter down to the mattress and attack her with tickles.

  I giggled and tried to rescue her, but he turned on me, pinned me down, and ruthlessly tickled me behind the knees. Olivette sprang into action and leapt on his back, and the room descended into fits of laughter as we spilled syrup and coffee and orange juice all over the bed.

  It was undoubtedly the most beautiful kind of mess. A mess of love. Of joy.

  And it was my mess.

  My family.

  I rolled off the bed as soon as I was free and sprang for the door. “Shotgun not cleaning up that mess!”

  Olivette was hot on my heels, and we both broke through the doorway as Mav groaned behind us. “I take it back. You can’t live with us. This is going to become a girls against boys situation way too fast.”

  “Too late for that!” I hollered.

  Olivette took my hand as we ran through the kitchen. Mav’s heels were hard on the hallway floors as he came after us.

  I pulled Olivette in for a hug and kissed the top of her head. “Thanks for asking me to live with you guys.”

  She smiled up at me. “I love you.”

  Mav came around the corner and stopped.

  I smiled down at his da
ughter and stroked her hair off her forehead. “I love you too, sweetheart.”

  Mav and I shared our own look with our own secrets and promises. Promises of family, of growth, of love, and of a future bright with possibilities.

  Our future.

  The End

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