Blazing Love: A Hot, Romantic Suspense Series, Book 2 (The Carlisle Sisters) (9 page)

He suckled each nipple until he felt her writhing beneath him.  He slid his hands to her waist and pushed her shorts over her slim hips.  He pulled back to completely remove them along with her skimpy black panties and then stood over her naked body.

“You’re so lovely.  I could gaze at you forever,” he whispered.

“I’d rather you make love to me,” she rasped.

He grinned.

“Actually…me too,” he replied.

He quickly dispatched his own clothing then moved to spread her thighs, settling between them.  He tangled his fingers in her pussy; massaging the nub in her haven.  She twisted in desire wanting more.

He knew what she wanted and needed it himself.  He’d been dying to taste her all day.  He would deny himself no longer.  He placed his lips to her private area and pushed his tongue into her damp, hot center.

Beth couldn’t hold back a scream as pleasure washed over her.  She absolutely loved it when Grey went down on her.  It was such an intimate act of devotion and love that carried with it a carnality that was engulfing.

He stayed there feasting on her for what seemed like eternity.  When he moved to position himself above her, Beth tried to flip him onto his back.  But she couldn’t budge him.  He grinned.

“Later,” he whispered.

He knew what she wanted to do but he couldn’t wait any longer.  She could suck his cock during the next round of their lovemaking; possibly even later that night.  But at that moment, he felt like he was going to burst if he didn’t get into her.

He guided the swollen head of his penis to her entrance and slid his length into her hollow.  He growled when she squeezed her muscles around him.

“Do that again,” he gasped.

She complied and he began to thrust; faster and faster.  Beth became lost in the sexual sensation and shattered into a million shards of desire, crying out his name in delight as she peaked.  His climax occurred simultaneously, his semen erupting in forceful bursts deep inside her.  It was several minutes before either of them could speak.

“Damn, babe!  That was fantastic,” he whispered.

“As always, darling.”

He smiled as he pulled out and rolled to her side.  He gathered her close.

“Yeah, we are good together.  I’ve never experienced anything like it before,” he murmured.

“It must be love,” she whispered.

“Must be; because I do love you, Beth,” he said gently.  “I love you more than I ever thought possible.”

“I love you too, Grey,” she said drowsily.

Beth fell into a deep sleep. Grey kissed the top of her head and slept as well.

*****

The next morning dawned gloomy and overcast.  When they entered the dining room for breakfast the server commented that they were in for a downpour.  No one was thrilled by the news.

“Great!  More delays,” Beth grumbled.  “I’m beginning to wonder if we’re ever going to get to Victory’s End.”

“Well, hopefully it won’t last too long,” Grey said.

“When is the storm supposed to hit?” Blaze asked the server.

The small man frowned slightly in thought.

“It is supposed to arrive in two, maybe three, hours,” he said.  “And when it does, it will rain very hard.  Trust me.  It always does in these parts.”

“Should we wait it out?” Tracy asked the group.

“No, we shouldn’t wait.  I suggest we take our breakfast to go and get on the road,” Blaze suggested.

“I agree,” Grey said.  “Let’s get a head-start.  Why don’t you ladies order breakfast while I track down Davet and let him in on the plan.”

“Sure,” Tracy said.

“And I’ll go check us out and finalize the bill,” Blaze said as he stood.

While the men handled their tasks, Tracy and Beth ordered breakfast for everyone and within fifteen minutes they were all boarding the mini bus.  Davet had already been behind the wheel waiting for the four of them to arrive by the time Grey went looking for him.  He was unalarmed by the weather forecast.

“You’re in the hands of a professional,” was all the driver had to say when Grey expressed concern over the potentially hazardous driving conditions.

They all settled in on the bus and began eating the delicious breakfast that the motel restaurant was kind enough to pack up for them.  And despite optimistic conversation along the way regarding the possibility of having escaped the bad weather, the server’s estimation of when the storm would arrive was accurate.  They had only been traveling for two hours when the rain arrived.

It began as a light shower but quickly increased in intensity.  After a short time, heavy rain could be heard relentlessly pelting the roof of the bus as massive waves of liquid rushed down the windshield, straining the overworked wipers.  Within minutes of the onslaught the narrow, winding roads were already slick and treacherous.

While typically fond of rainstorms, Tracy was terrified.  With a mountain on one side of the road and a steep ravine on the other, she watched in horror as the driver slid back and forth in the mud.  The strong winds and fog heightened her unease as they made it even more difficult for Davet to keep the bus on track.  But, as scared as she was, she dared not say anything to the driver for fear of distracting him.

Blaze was well aware of Tracy’s unease.  He wasn’t surprised; everyone was edgy, even him.  He pulled her close to his side and squeezed her shoulders comfortingly.

They had slowed to almost a crawl as the punishing rain was hammering their vehicle.  Grey moved to the front of the bus and looked through the rain sloshed windshield.  He peered through the slashing rain, trying to see what lay ahead.  Blaze joined him.

“Not much in the way of visibility” Blaze said quietly.

“That’s an understatement,” Grey tried to joke.

The bus jerked and rattled.  Grey and Blaze grabbed the seats on either side of them to steady themselves while Davet kept his focus on the road, avoiding any unnecessary conversation.

“I don’t have a good feeling about this,” Blaze said.

“Yeah, if there was a place to turn around or to even pull over I’d vote for waiting it out,” Grey said in a low tone. “But until we find a turnoff or something we can’t take the chance of stopping in case someone just as crazy as us is heading our way.”

“The rain is bad enough but that’s not what I meant.  I’m referring to the jerking and jolting of this bus.  It’s been rattling and shaking for a while,” Blaze said.  “It wasn’t doing that yesterday.”

Grey frowned.

“I thought that was just this thick mud getting up under the wheels,” Grey whispered.

“Sorry to say but, buddy, it’s not,” Blaze said quietly.

The bus groaned and shook again.

Grey turned to the driver.

“What’s happening with the bus, Davet?”  he whispered fiercely.

“I don’t know.  All was well with it yesterday,” Davet said as he peered through the windshield.  “I think it’s just the road; it is full of rocks and holes.”

Grey considered what he said.  The road
was
in ill-repair.  But if Blaze believed otherwise, Grey wasn’t satisfied with the driver’s answer.  

Grey glanced over his shoulder and saw that Tracy and Beth were sitting next to each other, huddled together.  His heart clenched at the thought of anything bad happening to either of them.  He forced the thought from his mind.  Now was not the time to be morbid.

“Watch it!”  Blaze called out.

Grey turned to see what the commotion was about.  The bus was moving downhill at an alarming speed.

“Slow down!” Grey snapped at the driver.

“I’m trying.  I’m trying!”  the driver yelled.

“There’s a curve in the road ahead.  You’ve got to slow down, man!”  Blaze yelled.

The driver pumped the brakes frantically.

“No brakes! 
There’s
no brakes
!”  the driver yelled in fright.

Grey heard the girls gasp from behind him.

The bus careened around the bend on practically two wheels.  Once through the curve, Davet released the breath he had been holding just in time to draw in another gasp.  Another car was heading right for them. 

Davet lost control as he tried to avoid the other driver.  The bus went off the road and raced down an embankment.  The ladies screamed as Blaze and Grey were thrown to the floor.  The bus tumbled onto its side and then skidded to a stop.  There was nothing but silence.

*****

Blaze slowly roused and looked around him.  Grey was sprawled across his legs, unconscious, and felt as heavy as gold bars.  Aside from Grey’s hefty weight, however, Blaze did not feel any other evidence of an injury.  He sat up and eased himself out from under Grey’s body.

“Grey!”  Blaze said urgently.  “Grey!  Wake up!”

After a few seconds Grey moaned.

“Wake up, Grey!”  Blaze insisted, shaking him and slapping his cheeks to help bring him around.

Grey opened his eyes.

“Are you alright?”  Grey asked groggily.

“Yes.  How about you?  You don’t sound too good,” Blaze said worriedly.

“I’m fine,” Grey pronounced.  Then he snapped his head up.  “The girls!”

With the bus on its side, the men had to crawl over the seats to reach them.  They found Tracy lying next to Beth, shaking her in an attempt to rouse her.  They were still in the positions into which they had been thrown.

“Beth!”  Tracy cried out, panicked.  “Beth!”

Beth groaned.

“Beth!  Are you alright?” Tracy asked anxiously.  She tried to lift herself but her awkward position made it difficult.

“I think so,” Beth said groggily.  “But my ankle really hurts.”

They heard Grey’s voice.

“Hold on, ladies.  We’re coming to get you,” he said. 

Grey’s handsome face came into view above them.  He leaned over and kissed Beth gently.  “Don’t worry, babe.  We’re going to get out of here.”

“How?”  Tracy asked worriedly as Grey reached down and effortlessly plucked her from her position on the floor.  He stood up and passed her to Blaze, who rubbed her arm in comfort.

“I don’t know. But we will,” Grey insisted, turning back to Beth.

“Davet!”  Blaze said in alarm.

He placed Tracy down in a more comfortable position and began working his way toward the driver.  It took Blaze a moment to find the man but, when he did, Davet was already coming to.  He had a deep gash on his temple.

“Tracy!  Do you have any tissues?  Davet has a pretty bad gash on his head,” Blaze called out.

“Oh God!  I have some but it’s a matter of getting to them,” Tracy said.

Tracy could see her purse.

“Grey, you’re standing on my purse,” Tracy said.

Grey lifted his foot and Tracy snagged her bag.  Then she made her way to the front of the bus and gave them to Blaze.

“Thanks, sweetheart.  Are you sure you’re okay?”  Blaze asked in concern.

“Yes, I’m fine,” Tracy smiled.  “Here, let me tend to him.”

Blaze gently cupped her chin and kissed her briefly.  Then he handed the tissues back to her and slipped away.  She applied gentle pressure to Davet’s wound and was able to stop the bleeding.  Blaze made his way over to Grey.

“We need to think of a plan, Grey.  Any ideas?”  Blaze asked.

“When this rain stops we will have to walk until we reach an inn or a store.  We shouldn’t be that far from Victory’s End,” Grey said.

“Davet will not be able to walk,” Tracy added anxiously.

“I can walk,” Davet said.  He touched his temple.  “It’s a mere scratch.  Nothing more.”

“It’s more than a scratch, Davet,” Tracy said.  “You need to go to the hospital to be checked out.”

“Well, even so, we must get to safety first,” Davet said stubbornly.  “I will survive.”

“The rain is letting up.  It’s only drizzling.  Should we try leaving now?”  Beth asked.

“What about your ankle?”  Tracy asked.

“It’s fine now that I’m up,” Beth said firmly.

“No, it’s not.  But I will help you.  You can lean on me,” Grey said.

“Well, if we’re going to walk we’d better start now,” Blaze said.  “Everyone, get your rain gear.”

Blaze pulled the rain jackets from the bus’s storage compartment and he and Tracy handed them to everyone.  At Blaze’s request, they had all taken them out of their bags before boarding that morning just in case they needed them.  They all thanked him for his quick thinking.

The bus had fallen on its left side which meant the door was facing skyward.  It would be like climbing out of huge hole.  Blaze managed to open the door manually and water poured into the bus.

“I thought it was only drizzling,” Beth complained.

“Drizzle is still rain; just less of it,” Blaze said, trying to lighten the mood.  He looked at Beth and Tracy.  “Ladies first.”

“I’ll go first.  Then I will help Beth up,” Tracy said.

She pulled the hood of her jacket over her head and Blaze lifted her through the opened door.

“Oh gosh!”  Tracy exclaimed as rain hit her in the face.

“What’s wrong, Tracy?”  Blaze asked in concern.

Tracy pulled herself up onto the side of the bus.

“Nothing that a dry, warm room can’t fix; if we ever find one,” Tracy muttered.  She then slid off of the bus and landed on the ground. “Okay. I’m on the ground.  Send out Beth and I’ll help her down.”

“Actually,” Blaze interjected, “I’ll go out next so that I can help get both Beth and Davet out.  Send Beth after me,” Blaze said.

Grey nodded.

“Alright,” he said.  Grey turned to Beth and held out his arms.  She crawled into them and he embraced her tightly.  “It will be alright.  Try not to put too much weight on your ankle.  Blaze and Tracy are there to help you to the ground.”

“Okay.  See you on the other side,” she grinned.

He chuckled and lifted her through the door. 

“Up you go,” he said.

Blaze was sitting on the side of the bus and he grasped Beth’s arms and pulled her out.  Then he lowered her until Tracy was able to grasp her waist and ease her to the ground.  They repeated the process with Davet. 

Finally, Grey climbed out of the bus.  Once on the ground he went to Beth and helped support her so she didn’t have to place any weight on her injured ankle.  Blaze turned to Tracy and smiled.