Flash Point (Kilgore Fire Book 2) (19 page)

The walk back to my bike felt like someone was watching me the whole way, but I didn’t look back at the little donut man.

He could look all he wanted, as long as he didn’t touch.

Stowing the donuts in one saddle bag, and the chocolate milks in the other, I got on my bike and started her up.

She rumbled to life, the ever faithful girl that she was, and purred as I pulled my phone out and texted my brother.

Me: Got donuts
. Come to Masen’s house.

Aaron: Be there, only later
. I’m busy.

Satisfied that he’d come, I walked the bike backwards out of the parking spot and then threw it into gear, rumbling loudly out of the lot.

I waved at C shift, who were busy washing the medic and the engine, and drove through the quiet town.

The drive to Masen’s house was blissfully short, and I arrived in front of her house in less than five minutes.

Pulling up behind my truck, I smiled at the mud that was slung up the sides of the big beast.

Yeah, she’d obviously had fun yesterday, and I couldn’t say that I blamed her.

The reward for letting her have the truck showed minutes later when Masen opened the door to her house.

She was dressed in nothing but my t-shirt, this time one of my old Marine Corps shirts that was hunter green with black writing that said Marines across the chest, and nothing else.

It came down to her knees, and didn’t show anything really explicit.

But it was enough to make my cock harder than a rock.

Her eyes lit with happiness when she saw me pull the donuts out of my saddle bags, and then her mouth spread into a wide smile when she saw the chocolate milk.

“Any of those for me?” She called into the quiet morning.

I shook my head.

“Nope.”

She giggled.

“That’s not very nice,” she pouted.

Shuffling everything into one arm and hand, I walked up the front walk.

When she was within reaching distance, I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her into me.

“You know what’s not nice?” I growled against her throat.

She shivered and wrapped her arms around my neck.

“No,” she tilted her head. “What?”

“To answer your door in nothing but my t-shirt,” I replied roughly.

She skimmed her lips up the side of my neck.

“I have panties on,” she lied.

My hand went down under her shirt, and I grabbed her bare ass.

“You’re such a liar,” I brushed my lips against her cheek.

She laughed, throwing her head back as she did.

A loud bang had my gaze turning to look over my shoulder, and what I saw had my eyes narrowing.

“That the neighbor?” I asked, all playfulness gone from my voice.

What was left was annoyance at the fucker for ruining my high.

“Yeah,” she confirmed. “Creepy, huh?”

“Annoying is more like it,” I grumbled, pushing her backwards until she passed over the threshold.

She went willingly, keeping her hands around my neck as I kicked the door closed with my foot.

My hand still rested on her ass, and she laughed when my fingers sank a little closer to where they really wanted to be buried.

“Donut’s first,” she ordered.

“Okay,” I let her go.

Walking to the kitchen, I put down everything, making sure my hands were free.

Then I turned around and ripped my shirt free of her body.

She gasped, her arms going up automatically, as I pulled it up and over her head.

“What the hell?” She gasped.

I grinned.

“We can eat first, as long as I get to watch that pretty body of yours as we do,” I jiggled her boob for emphasis.

She rolled her eyes and walked to the table, grabbed the donuts, and sat down on the couch with them.

Then she leaned forward and placed the box on the coffee table, causing her breasts to press into her knees, completely covering everything good, but giving me an erotic sight nonetheless.

Then she leaned back into the couch, a chocolate sprinkle donut in her hands.

My mouth went dry as I watched her take her first bite, uncaring of her nakedness.

I couldn’t tell what set me off the most, whether it was the moan that escaped her lips at the taste, or the way the chocolate, sprinkles and glaze started to fall all over her naked body.

My eyes went everywhere at once, taking in the turgid peaks of her nipples, the way her soft belly lifted and sank with each breath.

My eyes zeroed in on the stitches that looked incredibly good considering it’d only been two days.

My gaze stopped on one lone sprinkle that’d fallen down her chest, rolled down her belly, and settled gently in the soft apex of her thighs, right above her slit.

“Fuck me,” I groaned, adjusting myself in my uniform pants.

She grinned.

“This seems kind of one sided,” she looked pointedly at my pants.

I dropped my bag of kolaches down onto the table next to the donuts and pulled my shirt up and over my head, curling my back forwards to ease it off.

She moaned at seeing my bare torso, and I grinned.

“What is it?” I teased.

She took another bite of her donut in answer.

More glaze and sprinkles, pink and brown, fell to her body, and I had to squeeze my eyes shut as I kicked off each shoe, one by one.

When I started on my pants, I heard her licking her fingers.

And I had to stop and open my eyes to look at her.

Yes, she was indeed sucking all the chocolate from her fingers.

“Fuck,” I shook my head.

“That all you’re able to articulate this early in the morning?” She teased.

I shrugged and shucked my pants, leaving my socks where they were, and then took a seat.

She looked pointedly at my cock that was sticking straight up in my lap, then grinned as she leaned forward and grabbed my bag for me.

Handing it over, she started in on her second donut as I started to down my first kolache.

I was on my second when she finished off her second donut, and then started in on the licking thing again.

“Jesus,” I froze, kolache part way to my mouth.

She looked at me innocently, being sure to lick one finger extra-long as she did.

“What?”

I couldn’t stand it any longer.

Dropping my food onto the table, I got to my knees beside her feet and started to slowly lick sprinkle after sprinkle off her body, finally stopping when my mouth met the small thatch of hair at the apex of her thighs, and that stupid pink sprinkle that’d been tormenting me for a good five minutes now.

“I haven’t finished yet,” she sounded slightly breathless.

I spread her thighs apart, and the sprinkle fell through, coming to a stop on the top of her clit.

“Oh, darn,” Masen said, her voice slightly higher than normal.

I grinned up at her, then dove down, burying my face into her pussy.

Masen’s sprinkle and glaze covered fingers dove into my hair, and I didn’t give one single shit.

I was too busy basking in the taste of the sweetness of her pussy to care about what she was doing to my hair.

“Oh, my God!” she screamed, her legs closing on my head.

I lifted my hands to run up the outside of her thighs, wrapping both hands around the backs of her knees and pushing them back apart.

“Stay,” I ordered, lifting my mouth from her heat.

Her hands clenched tightly on my hair, making a nice sting as I dove back in.

She arched and started to shake as I ran my tongue around her clit, circling it tighter and tighter until I was directly on top of it.

She shuddered, pulling my hair forward, which then brought my mouth even further into her pussy.

I nibbled on her clit, then moved down to circle her opening before stiffening my tongue and dipping it inside.

She came on a scream, and her wetness flooded my tongue.

I growled and continued to stroke her, pulling the rest of her release from her as well as licking up every drop.

“Stop,” she gasped, pushing me away now from her sensitive clit.

I chuckled and moved back, spying several pieces of glaze and sprinkles on her chest.

I moved up slowly, letting my tongue trail from piece to piece until I’d gotten every single one.

My cock rubbed along the soft cushions of the couch, and I inadvertently ground into it deeply, trying to ease the ache.

It didn’t work, but then I was flat on my back with a hundred and twenty-nine pounds of hot, willing woman in my lap.

Masen didn’t waste time grabbing my cock and lining it up with her entrance.

Scant seconds later she was sinking down, taking me to the hilt without the least bit of resistance.

“Fuck me,” I gasped, eyes crossing.

My heart started to pound as she started to work her hips, undulating and circling until I was fairly certain if she didn’t hurry I’d be filling her up with my release before she got the chance to have hers.

“I’m close,” she rode me harder, as if she’d read my mind.

I took a hold of her hips, pulling her down so hard that I bottomed out inside of her, my cock head kissing her cervix.

My eyes stayed fastened on her breasts, and I watched as they jiggled and swayed with the movement of our bodies.

Over and over again I pulled her down, filling her up so full that she looked ready to burst.

“God yes,” she moaned. “You fill me so good, Booth. Only you. Only ever you.”

“That’s right,” I grunted, sounding possessed. And I might have been. By her. “It’ll only ever be me. There’s no going back. You and me all the way, baby.”

She threw her head back and came, her hair brushing the tops of my thighs as she did.

Her pussy rippled around my naked cock, making me close my eyes and grit my teeth to try to stall my orgasm from overtaking me.

It proved futile, however, when she reached down and cupped her sex, spreading the lips of her sex and giving me an unencumbered view of how stretched she was taking my cock into her tight, little opening.

“God,” I breathed, looking at the sight like it was some miracle sent from God.

Possibly it was.

No, I was pretty sure nothing that pretty would ever come from anyone else.

Stomach clenching, I curled up and captured her neck with one hand, pulling her down to my lips as I came.

Shot after shot of come filled her up so full that it started to leak out.

Neither one of us stopped until we were both panting from exertion.

I let her go and fell backwards, my back hitting the rough carpet as sweat started to chill on my skin.

My hands flew out to the sides, one going under the coffee table, and the other underneath the couch.

My fingers hit on something small underneath the couch, and my hand closed as I pulled what felt like a small pill out from under it.

“Your birth control isn’t very effective,” I said, handing her the small pink pill that matched the ones I’d seen her take yesterday morning. “If you don’t take it.”

Her eyes opened wide, resembling saucers.

“Holy shit,” she breathed, looking at the pill, then down to where we were connected.

I started to laugh.

“Hope you’re ready for a baby,” I gave her wide eyes, pulling her down until her lips were only millimeters from mine. Then, with my heart in my throat, I told her exactly what was on my mind. “I’ve always wanted a baby with you.” I cupped her head, letting my thumb run along the length of her exposed neck. “And I don’t want to waste any more time.”

Her eyes widened impossibly more, and I pressed my lips to hers once more.

“Say something,” I ordered.

She swallowed, and her pussy clenched as she opened her mouth.

“I want to be married first,” she whispered.

“Then we’ll get married,” I suggested.

“When?” She asked. “And you don’t even have a ring.”

I blinked. “I’ve had a ring for you since I left on deployment.”

Tears filled her eyes.

“You did?” Her voice came out husky.

I nodded.

“Yeah,” I nodded. “I’ve been carrying it around this whole time.”

Her eyes widened. “You have it with you now?”

I reached for my pants, moving us awkwardly across the floor a few inches so I could reach it.

She didn’t bother to move, though, happy exactly where she was.

My dick was happy with her exactly where she was, too.

I finally found my keys in my pocket, then sifted through the big key ring until I found the small ring that I’d threaded through the ring over ten years ago.

I held it out to her, and her eyes widened.

“You put a diamond…on your key ring…” she said, somewhat surprised.

I nodded.

“You’ll have to get it off,” I said. “My fingernails aren’t long enough.”

She did so, hastily, and smiled as she practically shoved it into my hand.

“Put it on me,” she ordered.

Grinning, I slipped it onto her finger, not surprised that it fit her.

She’d always had small hands, and, to this day, she still fit into the one I’d given her on our first dating anniversary. She wore it on the ring finger of her right hand, and not a day had gone by that I hadn’t seen her wearing it.

She held the hand up in front of her, wiggling excitedly as she did.

I stilled her hips, but the sound of the door opening reminded me that I’d invited my brother over.

“Why does this look familiar?” An amused sounding voice sounded from the entrance.

I leaned up until I could see my brother over the couch.

“Give us a couple of minutes,” I said as Masen lost control of her laughter against my neck as she covered her chest by pressing it against mine. “And maybe knock next time.”

“I did knock,” Aaron said as he closed the door.

Liar.

The asshole didn’t knock…and never had, hence why he’d seen us in the ‘familiar’ position.

I patted her ass. “Get up.”

She did, cupping her hand over her entrance to catch what I’d left inside of her.

She walked awkwardly to her bedroom, and I followed behind, only much more slowly as I admired her ass.

“Would you stop looking at my ass?” She requested over her shoulder.