Jonah's Return (Detroit Heat Book 3) (8 page)

"You're as good as I remember. Better, actually." His words made me sizzle.

Jonah spun me around and shoved me towards my bed. It was powerful and told me that he was in charge. I crawled onto the bed as he peeled my wet, black panties from my body. I looked back to see Jonah stripping off the jeans from his legs. Then I saw Jonah looking past me.

His eyes were on something, and when I followed them my eyes went wide. Jonah had a naughty smile on his face as he reached for the belt on the floor. My heart raced a little faster as he picked it up. We certainly weren't taking things slow.
 

I felt the leather at my waist, and then Jonah turned the belt sideways and slid it under me.
 
I looked down to see him pull it around and through the loop.
 
It circled around my waist.
 
He pulled it tight, and I felt his strength, and the belt cinching around my midsection.
 
He pulled upwards, and I felt my weight lifted.
 
My heart jumped.
 
I wasn't expecting that, and it was fucking fantastic.
 
We were always so in sync in bed, but still found amazing ways to surprise each other.
 
He still could do it, too.
 
I felt his body behind mine.
 
I could feel the heat radiating off of his body as he pressed against me.

I arched even more, begging for his big cock with my body.
 
Jonah pulled the belt back, bringing my body back with it.
 
I felt his throbbing member.
 
It was pressing between my cheeks, and a deep moan escaped my mouth.

"Tell me what you want, Abbey."
 
He said it with a pull on the belt.

I answered with an eager, girlish voice, "Fuck me, Jonah. Please give me your cock.
 
I am aching without it!"
 
The words came out like a plea, and I pushed back against his cock to emphasize the point.
 
I needed him so badly, but the tease seemed to go on.

With no warning, he shoved his thick cock inside me.
 
Once he had slid inside my wet hole, he yanked back hard on the belt.
 
It tightened and pulled me back.
 
My pussy swallowed his cock to the hilt.
 
Waves of pleasure shot from my center outwards.
 
If he hadn’t been holding me with the belt, I would have collapsed.
 
After such torture he gave me sweet relief.

It didn't last long, though.
 
He began pounding into me.
 
With each slam into me, the pressure grew. He was relentless in his thrusting, making up for two absent years.
 
Using the belt to pull me backwards, I was at his mercy, and he was showing me none.

I cried out, and I even tried to get back up on my hands to gain some control, but Jonah was slamming into me too hard.
 
I dropped back to my elbows and gripped at the sheets.
 
I whimpered and moaned.
 
I knew pleading wouldn't do me any good; he was in control.
 

I was dripping wet, and he slid in and out so easily.
 
My body shook with each slam into me from behind.
 
The belt dug into my hips each time he dragged me backwards, and I expected to have marks there in the morning.

Between the intensity and pleasure, my orgasm was massive, but I could barely enjoy it.
 
As ecstasy rushed through me, Jonah continued jackhammering into my convulsing pussy.
 
I moaned and screamed, each thrust dragging out the orgasm indefinitely.
 
A single tear streamed down my face, and soon my voice left me all together.

“Jonah, oh my god.”

He let out a laugh, “God damn, Abbey, that was so hot.”
 
I could hear the tension in his voice.
 
Jonah was close.

He gave one more hard thrust, pulling hard on the reign, and I felt him slide out of me.
 
He growled in a deep manly way and I felt his load shoot all over my ass.
 
It was an amazing sensation, it splashed, it tingled, and it was hot on my very tender skin.
 
Shot after shot landed on me. Jonah still had a strong grip on the belt, but as his growls relaxed, so did his grasp.

When I had the freedom to move, I laid down flat on the bed.
 
I could feel his cum on my back, and I loved the sensation.
 
Looking over my shoulder, I saw Jonah breathing hard over me.
 
I patted the bed right next to me.
 
I wanted to feel his weight and heat right beside me.
 
I wanted to feel his heart beating so close to my own.

Jonah moved like a sudden shift could shatter him.
 
As he slowly lowered his body beside me, he let out a long and satisfied sigh. I felt a comfort that had been gone for a long time as Jonah laid next to me in my bed. When we were both on Engine 37, we helped comfort each other. That was something I missed.

As he laid on his stomach, Jonah put an arm over my waist. He let out a soft moan.

I turned to face him. He opened one eye to look at me. I said, "You're not out of the doghouse, you know. Not out by a long shot."

With considerable effort, he nodded. "I know, but is there a light at the end of the tunnel?"

I smiled and closed my eyes, exhaustion getting the better of me. We both knew he was going to spend the night. "There's
something
at the end of the tunnel."

I’d never had a Monday to Friday nine to five job.
 
I didn’t even know what to expect.
 
Like it was any other shift, I was up at 5:30 in the morning.
 
With two extra hours before work started, I decided to go for a run.
 

My mind was on Abbey as the miles ticked away.
 
The fact that we had spent the night together really caught me off-guard.
 
I was fully prepared to go home without so much as a kiss.
 
I figured that Abbey would punish me by making me take things glacier-slow.
 

It would have been hard, but I would have done it.
 
I would have done whatever she demanded of me.
 
Abbey was worth it.
 
She was worth leaving Engine 37.
 
She would have been worth leaving everything.
 

My head moved from Abbey to Havens, much to my dismay.
 
Holding back Saturday morning had been hard, but the last thing I wanted was to leave Engine 37 with a bad reputation.
 
Fire fighters transferred out all the time.
 
Sure, it was a noble profession, but in Detroit, it also meant that you had at least one other job.
 
Most guys would leave if they could get another full-time gig that paid more.
 
It was a sad fact, but it was life in Detroit.

Havens had called me out, thinking that I couldn’t handle him.
 
In fairness, he was partially right.
 
An egomaniac, he thought it was all about him, which actually saved me having to kick his ass for bringing Abbey into things.
 
It had been hard enough to hold back when he accused me of being a pussy for not standing up to him.
 
One mention of her, and I would have shown him every bit of strength and anger welling up inside.

I stopped in an empty park with the sun just beginning to rise in the sky.
 
I checked my phone to see that I had managed seven miles.
 
It had flown by while my mind was elsewhere.
 
I splashed water from a decorative fountain on my face and let it run down my chest.
 
The exhaustion hadn’t been present while my mind was on Abbey and Havens, but once I stopped, it caught up to me with a vengeance.
 
I sat on the edge of the fountain to catch my breath.

Looking around, I tried to wrap my mind around the new chapter I was about to start in my life.
 
I normally wouldn’t have been so calm about such a big change, but with Abbey back in my life, worry wasn’t present.

Sheryl Koufax was Secretary to Somebody who served Someone in the Something Division.
 
I honestly tuned out after she started painting the family tree.
 
What was important was that she was going to show me around and give me my new assignment.

“With your level of experience in the field, we struggled to find a great fit for you.”
 

I smiled, “That’s code for me not being able to do real-people work.
 
I know how to work a computer, you know.
 
I can manage at a desk.”
 

There was the notion at HQ that fire fighters were only good at eating smoke and hauling hose.
 
I hadn’t done much in the real world, but I wasn’t a bonehead.

She smiled at my attempt at humor.
 
“Well, I think we might have found something you’ll enjoy a little more than a desk.
 
How do you feel about children?”
 
She looked at me with curious eyes, as if my answer was the beginning and end of life itself.

“Love kids.”
 
I tolerated kids.
 
We did our fair share of fire prevention events where kids climbed all over our engine with their dirty little fingers.
 
They would flip switches, yank at anything that wasn’t tied down, and they’d walk away without so much as a thank you.
 
Yeah, I lied.
 
I lied because despite being smart enough to work a desk, it terrified me.
 

Walking through HQ had done something to me.
 
Seeing all of those people at work in front of a computer slapped me with claustrophobia.
 
I was used to working anywhere but inside of a cubicle.
 
If they wanted me out and about handing out stickers, I’d tolerate the little terrors.

“Well, if you are interested, we need someone to travel to schools around the city and outlying counties to give fire prevention talks.
 
It’s about fifty-fifty between the desk and traveling.
 
You’d take one of the DFD Suburbans, so you don’t put miles on your own vehicle.
 
How does that sound?”

Other than the children, it didn’t sound too bad.
 
I’d be in the community, on my feet, and still doing some good for the city.
 
“Yeah, I’ll take it.”

As Sheryl showed me around HQ, I wanted nothing more than to pull Abbey into the nearest broom closet and strip her down to nothing.
 
The run and the cold shower afterwards hadn’t done much to extinguish the heat.
 

My office was on a different floor from Abbey, which was probably a good thing.
 
I couldn’t get enough of her.
 
We had plans to grab some coffee over lunch, and I was ticking off the minutes.
 
We had only been on one date, but the sex had changed everything.
 
I knew that we weren’t just picking things up where we left off, but it was hard to think about taking it slow after the mind-blowing sex.