Slow Burn (Forbidden Heat Book 3)

by Bella Winters

  “Shit!” Shelly exclaimed as she came hard all over my hard cock. I was deep within her now, holding my pose, holding that last thrust as she bucked her hips wildly against me. I held on for as long as I possibly could before collapsing to the bed in exhaustion.

  We both lay there for several minutes not saying a word. Our bodies were spent. My heart was beating a mile a minute as I tried to relax and come back to a more present state of being. This was the most amazing time in my life. I’d never known that I could be so fully encompassed in someone. I wanted her so badly that I could hardly breathe properly when she was no longer with me. Sex with her was far beyond mere physical pleasure. There were so many emotions wrapped up in it that I could hardly think straight when I was making love to her. It was all about feelings.

  “Did you mean it?” Shelly asked me.

  I turned to her. I believed I knew what she was asking me. “Did I mean what?”

  “That you love me,” Shelly replied.

  I touched her face gently with my finger, caressing her sweet beauty. “Yes,” I said. “Absolutely.”

  “Me too,” she replied. I kissed her and brought her closer in my arms.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Shelly

  “Ah! That game is rigged! I’m convinced of it!” I yelled as I walked away from the basketball toss.

  “You’re right,” Gary said. “You know these games are all rigged. I’m not sure why people play them.”

  “If you know they are rigged, then why didn’t you warn me?” I teased.

  “Because I enjoy watching you play and I was hoping you might get lucky.”

  “Well, thanks,” I said. “But how was that game rigged exactly? And how do you know so much about it?”

  “I saw a show once about this sort of thing. It was eye opening. I’m not sure you noticed, but when the girl at the booth was setting things up for your game, she shot a ball in to show you how easy it was. Then she gave you a ball. Well, when she shot her ball, there was already a ball in there. It helped keep the ball in the net, but when you went that wasn’t there. So the net is rigged to bounce balls out of it. It is made with a special type of material. None of these carnival games are fair. They are designed to separate you from your money. And to make sure that you don’t win any cute stuffed animals for me.”

  I laughed and hit him playfully on the arm. “Why didn’t you warn me? And why am I winning stuff for you? Aren’t you supposed to win stuff for me?”

  “Isn’t that old fashioned thinking?” Gary teased.

  I laughed. “No. I still want stuffed animals won for me. I am old fashioned.”

  “Alright, then I now know,” Gary said.

  We decided to go to a carnival one county over, about fifty miles from the city, in Westbridge. It was large town with a small town feel to it. It was a way that we could actually do something together without people we worked with catching on to the fact that we were together. And it somehow made me feel like some sort of an outlaw. I thought it was hilarious and fun.

  I wasn’t so sure that Gary necessarily felt the same way though. I mean, I could tell he was enjoying himself, but I also could tell that he felt ridiculous that we were going so far out of our way to be together. I knew he understood, but he just didn’t agree. I appreciated him being there for me though and doing things to make me feel comfortable. It was important to me.

  I was aware of how large and sprawling Chicago was, but there was always a chance that someone we knew could somehow see us and put two and two together. And besides, the carnival was awesome and I had actually enjoyed the little drive out there.

  “You know, I was eight the first time that my dad took me to a carnival,” I said. “It was amazing. We rode all the rides, ate cotton candy until I thought I was going to puke, and we had that special father/daughter bonding time. My mom was never much for rides, and she knew it was important for dad and me to have that time together.”

  “What was your favorite ride? Did he make you go on all the kiddie rides? Or did he let you ride really cool shit?”

  I smiled. I loved reliving these memories. “He let me ride all of the crazy cool shit. Our favorite was called The Hurricane. It was the best ride. I loved it. There was just this intense feeling that came over me when I was flying up in the air and the ride was thrashing about and moving at a crazy speed. It’s the illusion of danger that really makes it exciting.”

  “That’s cool,” Gary said. “My parents didn’t really take me to things that much. My dad was always working. He never really seemed to have time or didn’t want to make time to do anything fun or interesting with me. He was not a very happy man and he seemed to want everyone around him to be miserable, too.”

  “What made him so unhappy?”

  “I’m not sure. We never really talked that much about it,” Gary said. “I used to think it was me, but I eventually got past it. I think my dad’s life just never turned out quite the way that he had planned. I discovered when I was a teenager that he had an old guitar in the attic. I would see him disappear up there for hours at a time on Saturdays. He’d come back down late at night and go to bed, usually drunk. Then he’d be mean and hungover on Sundays, so I just left early on Sundays and came home late.”

  “Was he abusive?” I asked cautiously. I wondered how deeply Gary wanted to get with this conversation.

  Gary shook his head. “No. He was never like abusive or anything. He really just was a very unhappy guy, so he mostly ignored me and my mom to some extent. You learned not to push his buttons or you would get yelled at or grounded for practically nothing. I just discovered that if I wanted the type of relationship that a lot of boys had with their dad where we would play catch and go to ball games, it was just not going to happen.

  I sighed. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

  “It’s fine,” Gary said. “My dad and I have an alright relationship now. We still don’t talk much, but when we do it is a lot more amicable. I just don’t think he ever wanted to be a father. I believe that he had a dream of making it in music when he was young. It didn’t pan out and some label executive told him he was no good and would never make it. And my dad crumpled up and took this man at his word. He stopped caring and stopped trying. At least, that’s what my mom eventually told me. But I could tell it pained her to say those things to me.”

  “Why?” I asked.

  “Because, it meant that my dad had settled. He settled for a life he didn’t want, which included me and it included her. That’s a tough pill to swallow for anyone.”

  “Then why did your mother fall in love with him?”

  “Because this happened when my dad still had the dream. He was still working hard on his vision and playing with his band several times a week. But shortly after they were married, that crushing blow came. After that he hung it up and went to work in real estate. He was a good salesman, but he hated the boring humdrum nature of a nine to five gig. That’s something not everyone is cut out for.”

  “I can get that,” I said. “If I didn’t do what I loved with my life, then I would feel that I didn’t have a life. Does that make sense?”

  “Absolutely. Life is too short to spend it doing what you don’t want to do.”

  “So, what should we look at next?” I asked. “Want to go on the Ferris wheel? It’s very romantic.”

  Gary laughed. “I don’t think it’s romantic at all, but if you want to go I can swallow my pride long enough to tough through it.”

  “Oh, I see. Well, thank you so much for your sacrifices.”

  “But it will cost you a fee,” Gary said with a smile.

  “Oh, strings? That’s rich.”

  Gary leaned over and kissed me softly on the lips. “That’s better.”

  “Ok, then. I can get used to that,” I said.

  We stood in line for the Ferris wheel and when we finally got into the seat it felt like something new had clicked for us. As the attendant clicked our security bar into place and we w
aited for the ride to begin, I began to feel that this was somehow a metaphor for our relationship and for everything that we would have to go through, what we’d have to endure to make this work. And I was prepared to go through it all. I was fully prepared to do whatever it took to achieve the happiness I sought with this man. Gary made me happy. I liked to think I made him happy as well.

  “Here we go,” Gary said cheerfully as the ride started. We rode high into the sky in a soft, circular motion before being brought back down towards the earth. This was one of the more relaxing rides that you could enjoy at a fair. It had been a while since I’d actually gone to a carnival. So far, I was having a blast.

  It was wonderful. We didn’t say anything to each other the first few loops around, but by the third loop we were snuggling close. Gary had his arm around me and was holding me softly against him. It felt nice. It felt safe, and safe wasn’t something that I’d felt for a good while. It was easy to get caught up in being strong all the time when you were on your own. Vulnerability did not agree with loneliness. It would only make it worse and then feelings of despair would start to creep in there. That was a nasty recipe.

  But now for the first time in a long time, I had hope. I knew that no matter what happened in the world that Gary and I had each other, and that love between us would only grow stronger with time. I was having difficulty visioning a time in my future where I did not see Gary beside me. I just didn’t think that was going to ever happen. We were one, he and I, and it felt miraculous.

  “It’s amazing how you can see so far in every direction from up here,” Gary said as we reached the top.

  “Yeah,” I said. “It is pretty incredible, isn’t it? Just imagine being a bird and taking flight right here and now. I would love to have that freedom. That’s something people take for granted. A bird riding high on the wind has nothing in the world to worry about. There is nothing up there that can harm you. When I was a kid, I used to dream about flying.”

  “I think most kids do, right?” Gary asked. “I used to dream about being Superman and flying high to keep up with the things that were going wrong in the world. I would be able to solve them all. I would take care of all the problems, all of the sadness, and all of the pain.”

  “That’s pretty noble,” I said. “I would dream about flying above everyone so that I could feel like I belonged wherever I went. I was there, but I was so high above that no one really noticed me. I’ve lived my life that way quite a bit. I think it’s time I stopped flying so high above.”

  “I agree,” Gary said.

  He kissed me gently on the lips right then and rubbed my shoulders.

  When we got home from the carnival, I was feeling a bit tired, but I didn’t want to go to sleep. The evening had been wonderful and I didn’t want anything to stop that. After the Ferris wheel, we rode a few more rides, and played several more games. Then we decided to call it a night. The drive back home had been relaxing and quiet, with some soothing music on the radio. I almost dozed off twice, but I held on.

  “Wine?” Gary asked when we arrived at his place.

  “Sure,” I said, even though I was sure that the wine would only increase my drowsiness. I had a feeling Gary was going to drink some regardless and it was no fun to drink alone. There was an innate desire between us to always be at the same level of sobriety or inebriation. That was an unspoken rule.

  He filled a glass and handed it to me. I took a sip and sat down on the couch. My legs were so heavy that I felt I had just run my first marathon. I wasn’t sure why I was so tired. I think the stress of everything was starting to get to me.

  “So, what would you do if we were called into the Chief’s office tomorrow?” I asked.

  “About what?” Gary toyed with me.

  I smiled. “You know about what? If the Chief told us that he knew about us and that we were both out of a job. What would you say?”

  “I’d try to convince him he was wrong, but if that didn’t work I’d tell him to kiss my ass.”

  “Really? You’d tell him off?”

  “I’d love to tell him off. If he is willing to get rid of the best fireman he has over something like that, then he is not worth a damn to me. And I would probably slug him for firing you.”

  “Wouldn’t you go to jail?”

  He shook his head. “No. The Chief would never allow that sort of thing to get out. Calling the cops would be too much of a wussy move.”

  “Men and their macho egos,” I said with a grin.

  “What? Women are just as egomaniacal,” he replied. “Women just can’t stand to be obvious about anything. Guys are more transparent.”

  I laughed. He had a point there.

  Gary was staring at my pants. He had an odd look on his face. I glanced down and saw nothing. Then I met his gaze. He was still staring at me.

  “What are you looking at?” I asked.

  “I just can’t help noticing that you look very uncomfortable in those pants.”

  I smiled at him. “Oh, really? You think I’m uncomfortable? Well, what if I am? It’s too much effort to take them off right now.”

  “I believe I can help with that,” Gary said.

  He sat his glass on the table and then knelt down on the floor where he crawled out towards me. I watched him inching towards me with a hungry look in his eyes that was turning me on like crazy. He could always get me going with as little as a look. That was amazing to me.

  Gary unfastened my jeans and began to slide them down my legs slowly. When he reached my ankles, he untied my sneakers and eased them off. Then he dropped my pants off my ankles to the floor. I was left with just my panties. His eyes were growing hungrier, even wilder as he reached up towards my underwear.

  Gary pulled my panties down and threw them to the floor. I was now bottomless in his apartment. I was already wet and ready. I wanted him badly now. I’d been growing hornier all day. Each time we touched, each time we kissed, raised my thermometer of lust just a little bit more. I was ready for whatever he had in mind.

  I quickly found out what that was.

  Gary’s fingers reached my pussy and slipped inside quickly. Two of his fingers were penetrating me deeply now. It felt so damn good as my folds fluttered and wrapped around his sweet fingers. He was fingering me slowly, but deeply, penetrating me using his fingers as a makeshift cock. He was really thrusting deeply, turning his hand over and then pulling out those delicious, dripping wet digits as he came back out. He would pause right before exiting my body completely where he would finger my G spot with a “come hither” motion. It sent shockwaves of bliss throughout my being every single time he did this. And then he would push his digits back inside of me.

  “How does that feel?” Gary asked.

  “Oh… good…” I moaned. I was clutching at my chest now, massaging my breasts through my t-shirt. I could feel my hard nipples even through the bra beneath. I was getting turned on all over. I needed his cock inside of me. I wanted him to fuck the living shit out of me. I wanted to have trouble walking afterwards and be too weak in the knees to stand up straight. I deserved a good, hard fucking.

  “How good? Do you want more?” Gary asked. He was teasing me a bit. I liked that. “Have you been good? Do you deserve more?”

  “Yes, I want more… I need it… lick me… please lick me…” I moaned.

  “Take your shirt off, first,” Gary demanded.

  I removed the t-shirt, pulling it over my head and dropping it to the floor behind me.

  “The bra, too,” Gary said.

  I removed my bra and let it slide off my large breasts to the floor. Gary’s eyes widened as he licked his lips and began to stare even harder at my body. I was totally nude now. It felt good to be so free and naked here in front of him. Damn, this was delicious. I was getting so wet. I found myself moving my hips with his fingers, trying to fuck those digits as much as they were fucking me.

  He used three fingers next, really trying to take me to that next level. I cont
inued to massage my tits, really getting into it. My nipples were so hard. They ached for his touch. Soon, I knew he would be sucking on them, and biting down a bit to give me that little bit of extra pain that I craved. I wanted this so badly I could hardly think straight. My pussy was aching wet with want. I needed more than his fingers.

  “Give me that dick,” I said.

  Gary was surprised by my request. “What do you want?”

  I slapped his hand away suddenly and dropped to my knees where I pushed him back on the carpet of his living room. He laughed as the surprise overtook him. I quickly undid his belt and unfastened his pants. A quick unzip later and his hard cock was bouncing out of its cage to play.

  I smiled as he the huge dick slapped me in the face, sliding against my lips. It knew where it wanted to go. I opened my mouth widely and swallowed down on him as far as I could go. My mind grew dizzy from the sweet taste of his flesh and the thickness of his hard boner in my mouth. Slowly, I inched my way down his shaft to the bottom where I pulsed my lips and my throat muscles to swallow him even more deeply down my throat. I loved giving a good deep throat. There was something about being able to give that much pleasure to a man so easily that always turned me on.

  I closed my mouth tightly around his cock as I pulled back on it. He moaned loudly as I did so. Yeah, I loved to make it tight and feel him squirm. It was good that way for him. You had to inflict that little segment of danger in there sometimes, didn’t you?

  His cock bounced from my mouth and I stroked it as I caught my breath. “Yeah, you like it when I bite that dick a little, don’t you?”

  “Fuck… yeah… so good, baby. I can’t believe how far you can swallow me.”

  “Oh, I’ve got you covered baby,” I said.

  I quickly swallowed him again. I took him down as far as I could possibly go. For a second I thought I might pass out as I gagged. I held on tightly and let him pulsate into my mouth with his hips. I loved that he pushed the envelope as much as he could.

  I pulled him back out of my mouth and stared hard at the sweet, beautiful dick in my hand. It was covered by my spit and it glistened perfectly. Yeah, that was it… oh, fuck… I was ready.