Flash Point (Kilgore Fire Book 2) (9 page)

Then, he let me have it all.

Gave me his whole entire heart and placed it in the palm of my hand.

I could either throw it back at him, or keep it and hold it safe. Treat it better than I had previously.

I got my second chance.

Well…I had to work at it, but I got the offer of a second chance, anyway.

I was going to work out…but then I realized this nap ain’t going to take itself.

-Night Shirt

Masen

“Each and every time I nearly died, I used to chant your name like one would a prayer. It’d give me that more drive to survive. To go home to you. To make you realize that I never blamed you. Never stopped loving you,” he said.

I waited, knowing he wasn’t finished.

When Booth spoke, you listened.

No matter what…even if all you wanted to do was bust him over the head with a shoe.

“I’ve loved you since I saw you in those short shorts with your hair flying in the wind. From the moment you ran to your car and stood on the bumper of your Jeep to put the top up, I knew you’d be mine,” he exhaled. “I know we’ve not made this easy, but if you’re willing to try, so am I. And I know we can make this work. You’re mine, and I’m yours. But I can’t deal with you seeing Bowe anymore. So you need to make a choice. Him or me.”

I wanted to laugh.

“Booth,” I laughed, reaching out to curl my hand around his neck.

He moved forward until his face was only inches away from mine.

Then I gave him the truth, as well as handed him my heart. The precious, broken and bleeding piece of flesh that’d never been the same since he’d left.

“Bowe’s not mine. We’re not seeing each other. He’s just a friend,” I said.

“A friend,” he said, testing the words on his tongue.

I nodded.

“Then you’re all mine?” He asked.

This is where I hesitated.

I didn’t want him to think that this was all going to be swept under the rug.

We’d both done some serious damage to each other.

He and I had some things that we needed to work out…and some talking to do.

Right now, though, I had one thing that I wanted, and one thing only.

I nodded again. “All yours.”

“Thank fucking God,” he growled, then his mouth was on mine.

Booth and I, we’d always been explosive.

From the moment I’d turned seventeen, and became legal in the eyes of the law in the State of Texas, we’d been intimate.

He’d been the man to take my virginity…hell, he’d been my
only
man.

I’d not had sex in a very, very long time.

Which was why the minute his mouth touched onto mine, I wasn’t in control of my body anymore.

I turned into a moaning whore who couldn’t devour Booth fast enough.

I gasped as he took my mouth, thrusting his tongue between my lips as he yanked my hips into his body.

My throbbing finger no longer hurt like it had only moments before.

My body tingled and heated where mine touched his.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him into me and making sure he couldn’t get away.

Although, that was just for my mind. I knew he could get away if he wanted to. It was just meant to act as a deterrent for him in case he had any ideas that he was going somewhere.

“Fuck,” he said against my lips, inhaling when my body started to writhe against his.

My breath left me as he inhaled, and when his bare hand started to work up under my shirt to press against the smooth bare skin on my back, my eyes crossed.

“Lie to me,” he ordered as he broke the kiss, letting his lips skim down the column of my throat.

“About what?” I gasped, my hands going to his head.

My fingers tried to weave into his hair as it used to, but his hair was too short, and I was disappointed.

I settled for placing my fingers on the base of his neck, digging in deeply and using my nails.

He shivered.

I closed my eyes, my belly summersaulting as his hands deftly moved up the back of my shirt.

In the next moment my bra was unsnapped and my breasts bounced free.

Shivers raced over my skin as my body heat rose, but the wetness of my clothes kept me from getting too hot.

Then again, the shivers most likely were due to the fact that the man in front of me, the one I’d been dreaming about for the last ten years, was now in my arms. Holding me tight. Lifting my shirt up and over my head.

My bra was the next to follow, and suddenly I was bared to his gaze.

“Turn around,” he rasped against my throat.

I shivered, but slid off the counter with a soft thump.

Then I turned, giving him my back.

I knew what he wanted.

It was the tattoo.

He wanted to know if I still had it.

I did.

“Thank fucking God,” he said, tracing the tattoo with the tip of his finger.

My nipples beaded, his touch bringing back so many happy memories.

“I’ve always wondered if you had this covered,” he rasped, leaning forward to press a kiss against my neck.

I shook my head, my hair brushing his face as I did.

“No,” I said. “I would never cover it. It’s a part of me…just like you are a part of me.”

“Lie to me,” he ordered again, his hands moving around my slightly rounded belly to the button of my jeans.

“Lie to you about what?” I asked again, still confused.

His hands deftly unbuttoned my jeans, then shoved them down to my upper thighs.

And I can tell you from experience that wet jeans were hard to get off, but when Booth dropped down to his knees behind me to help me free my legs and press soft kisses on the swell of my ass, I would never remember wet jeans the same way again.

“Press your breasts against the counter,” he ordered. “Hands flat.”

I uncurled my fists and pressed my palms flat against the cool surface, following suit with my bare breasts moments later.

I inhaled when they touched the cold granite.

“Shit,” I hissed as I started to sit up.

The bite on my ass, however, had me freezing exactly where I was.

“Stay still,” he ordered.

I bit my lip, eyes closing as he ran the tip of his nose over the smooth skin of my ass.

Finally, my jeans slipped free of my ankles and I promised never to wear skinny jeans again, but quickly forgot that promise when moments later Booth’s hands were on the outsides of my thighs.

“Open wider,” he ordered.

And those were the last words he said for long minutes afterwards, as he worshipped my body with his mouth, teasing, flicking, and tasting me.

His tongue only reached so far, but I couldn’t say I was upset with that.

What he could reach he got.
Thoroughly
.

By the time he came back to his feet long minutes later, I was a quivering mess desperate for release.

The clink-clink of his belt coming undone had me tensing in anticipation.

It was the tear of the condom that had me freezing.

We’d never worn one before, and I didn’t want to wear one now.

“Stop,” I said, looking over my shoulder at him.

He had the latex in between two fingers, seconds away from rolling it onto his beautiful cock.

“What?” he asked.

“I’m clean. And I’m on birth control. Have been since you left,” I whispered.

His eyes flared as he tossed the condom down onto the counter where it rolled off onto the floor, disappearing somewhere under the lip of the counter.

“I’m clean,” he said, he’d have had to have a check for the fire department pre-testing when he started there.

His large, rough palm fisted his cock, making the already ruddy head become even darker.

I bit my lip and watched him line himself up at my entrance.

The moment his cock was poised at my pussy, he stopped.

“Lie to me,” he ordered harshly, his breath coming in ragged pants now.

“Lie to you about what?” I cried.

“Tell me you’ve had no other man but me,” he ordered. “Tell me you’ve only ever had me. Just like I’ve only ever had you.”

I looked at him over my shoulder.

“There’s been no one else but you, and honey, that’s not a lie. That’s the God’s honest truth, so be gentle with me,” I whispered to him.

His eyes flashed, and I knew the moment he realized I was telling the actual truth, and
not
lying to him.

He got this look in his eye, one of possession, and he smiled.

Then with infinite slowness, he eased his thick cock inside of me.

And I watched him the entire time.

Watched his mouth go slack, and his eyes go fever hot.

His breathing became choppier, and sweat beaded his forehead.

And when he hit bottom inside of me, my eyes closed.

My pussy was stretched wide around his invading cock, and I wasn’t sure I was ready for him to move.

He must’ve realized that, too, because he held still for a long time afterwards, running his hand up and down my back.

“You’re just as tight today as you were when you were seventeen,” he growled.

I pushed back, giving him the silent encouragement that he needed to start pulling out of me.

He didn’t waste any more time slamming back inside.

My hips hit the counter, smacking against the drawer beneath the counter with a soft thud.

The silverware that I couldn’t find the other day clanged with each thrust of Booth’s hips.

Booth didn’t say another word, only held onto my hips and gave me all he had, moving in and out of me with a force that I’d never felt from him before.

My head dropped down and my still damp hair fell around me as I shook.

His hands, though, never let me go.

He held me as he took me, making sure that I never felt used.

And I didn’t. Not even a little bit.

My hands fisted when a pleasant burn started to take root in my pussy.

The head of his cock dragged deliciously across a beautiful place inside of me, making me bite my lip to keep my cries inside.

A door in the other room opened and closed, and a bellowed, “Booth are you here,” had me nearly crying out in not just surprise, but despair.

Booth cursed and slipped out of me, leaving me feeling bereft as he gathered up our clothes, tossed them in the pantry that was right across the kitchen, then grabbed my hips to push me inside.

He closed and locked the door as quietly as he could, leaving us in the darkness.

My hand went to my pussy as I inadvertently started to run the pad of my middle finger over my still swollen clit.

Booth’s body covered mine, and in an incredible show of strength, he picked me up, causing me to gasp softly.

He urged my legs to ring his hips, and I followed directions as he lifted me up with one arm around my bottom.

My overheated core rested against his taut middle section.

I could practically feel my juices covering his belly as he let my crotch drag deliciously down his stomach to impale myself on his waiting cock.

Once he had me where he wanted me, he let his cock go and completely impaled me on him.

My head flew back as the ends of my hair tickled my ass.

His mouth went to mine to hold my cries in as he started to pull me down onto him, then lift me back up.

The orgasm that’d been interrupted earlier was right there again, making me want to scream in pleasure.

The scream froze in my throat, however, when I heard his parents come to the kitchen.

“Grab me a beer will you?” Booth’s stepfather asked.

His mother said something from too far away for me to hear, and I started to come.

Booth hadn’t let up his assault, and it took all I had not to scream.

I buried my face into Booth’s neck as I started to feel him come inside of me, his cock jerking as he poured his seed into my pussy.

I gasped, then bit down on his neck, teeth sinking in with nothing else for me to do to keep my screams at bay.

His fingers tightened on my ass as he pumped three more times before finally coming to a stop, enabling me to start breathing once again.

“You’ve gotten better since we last did this,” I whispered against Booth’s skin.

He squeezed my ass tightly.

“Did you say something, honey?” Booth’s mother, Adria, asked.

“No,” Bill, his stepdad, said. “But I’m about to go fall face first onto the bed and not get back up for a week. I’ve done more walking in the last week than I have for the last two years.”

Adria laughed and I heard what sounded suspiciously like a kiss, and then the noises faded away.

Booth slowly lowered my legs to the ground, and then eased out of my sheath, leaving me feeling bereft.

The string that hung down from the middle of the pantry’s ceiling was pulled, and the harsh glow of the single light started to illuminate our surroundings.

My eyes immediately zeroed in on the box of cookies in the corner.

“You think your dad will notice that I ate some of his cookies?” I asked softly.

Booth’s head moved so he could follow the line of my gaze.

“Yes, he’ll notice if you eat those. You know he has to get those from England,” he said.

I snickered and bent down to grab my wet jeans.

Stripping the panties from the wet fabric, I turned my pants right side out and painstakingly started to ease my foot inside.

Booth watched me dress as he too got into his pants, albeit a lot more easily than I was.

He had his shoes and socks on, which I never recalled him removing, before I even had one foot in the pants hole.

He dropped down to one knee beside me and helped.

I leaned back and lifted my leg higher so he wouldn’t have to bend down so far, and he froze, staring at my crotch.

“What?” I asked.

He didn’t answer, and instead lifted his finger to swirl it in the fluids that were now leaking down the inside of my thighs.

I bit my lip, liking the half feral look in his eyes as he did so.

I inhaled sharply when he leaned forward and bit the soft pooch of my belly.

He looked up, giving me those beautiful eyes, and grinned at me.

I shook my head and wiggled my foot slightly.