Where There's Smoke (18 page)

He turned on the water and as soon as it was warm, he stepped inside the small cubicle, holding his hand out for her to join him.

“There’s not much room,” she said.

“It’ll be a tight fit, but you’ll enjoy it.”

Her smile was wicked. “It was already a tight fit and yes, I enjoyed it immensely.”

He liked a woman with a sense of humor. But his laughter died when she eased inside, brushing her naked body against him. He couldn’t stop his groan.

“I’m sorry, did I hurt you?” she asked innocently. “Want me to kiss it and make it better?”

His dick jerked, bumping against her belly. He closed his eyes, drawing in a deep breath. She was going to be the death of him—no, he didn’t want to go there, either. Instead he opened his eyes and grabbed the shower gel, flipped the top open, then squeezed it over her breasts.

Destiny sucked air. “That’s cold!”

“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll warm you up.” He slid his hands over her, creating a trail of tiny bubbles. He lathered her breasts, squeezing each nipple between his thumbs and forefingers. “Is that better?”

“Oh, yes, much better. Except maybe I’m a little cold farther down.” She raised one foot to the bathtub ledge, then let her leg fall open.

He couldn’t breathe. Chance could only stare at her legs open wide and leaving nothing to the imagination.

“It’s cold—right here.” She reached down, sliding her fingers over her mound, then parted her labia.

The soap had made a trail between her legs and apparently made her slick. Her own touch must have created a friction of desire because she jerked her hand away, then blushed.

Ah, he liked that she wasn’t so tough, so emotionless that she couldn’t get embarrassed. It was a hell of a turn-on. He took her hand and put it back between her legs. “Don’t stop. I like watching you pleasure yourself.”

“But—”

He moved his fingers on top of hers. She moaned, leaning back against the shower wall, and continued the movement. Her eyes drifted closed. Her hips gently rocked. He reached over his shoulder and grabbed the showerhead. The hose was long. Long enough for his purpose.

He sprayed from a distance at first. Like a light summer rain. She bit her bottom lip. Chance moved to his knees in front of her, seeing each stroke of her fingers.

“I love watching you masturbate. It’s fucking sexy as hell.”

“I can’t stop,” she said, moving her fingers faster.

“I don’t want you to.” He looked at her face. She opened her eyes and met his gaze. “After you come, I’ll wash you. I’ll soap you, then I’ll spray you with warm water. When you stop throbbing, when you rest for a bit, I want to suck your pussy. I want to run my tongue right where your fingers are now. I’m going to make you come again and again all night long.”

Her ragged breathing filled the room. “Oh damn. Oh damn.”

“Come for me, baby.” He shoved the showerhead back into the holder, then used both hands to massage her thighs. When she began to tremble, he moved his hands to the cheeks of her ass. He began to squeeze and release. Squeeze and release.

And the whole time, he kept watching her fingers massage her pussy. He wanted to lick her, suck on her—oh hell, he wanted to fuck her so bad.

He swallowed hard. “That’s it, baby, feel the heat build inside you. Harder now. Picture me sucking your pussy.”

“Yes, yes, now. Oh fuck!” Her body tightened, her thighs quivering.

Her fingers slowed until she moved her hands to her thighs, digging her fingernails into the tender flesh. “Oh God, that was good,” she rasped, her breathing ragged.

Chance couldn’t help himself. He was so freaking close to her pussy. He buried his face in her curls, breathing in her musky scent. One lick, that was all he wanted, then he would let her rest.

One lick, one suck.

He drew her into his mouth and French-kissed her. His tongue lightly massaged as his fingers squeezed her ass.

“Oh man, I didn’t think I could be ready again so soon, but oh damn, Chance. Please don’t stop,” she cried.

That was all the encouragement he needed.

He tickled with his tongue, then stroked and licked. He dragged his tongue over the lips of her pussy at the same time he inserted one finger inside her. Her hips shot forward. He loved giving her so much pleasure.

He moved his finger deeper inside. She was hot, her inner muscles clenching against his finger. He’d give her a lot more than his finger, but not yet.

He slid his finger out, then slipped his finger to her bottom, slowly circling before reaching the area he knew would give her even more pleasure. Her body tensed. He covered her with his mouth again and began to lightly suck.

Slowly. He wasn’t in any hurry.

She relaxed once more, gently rocking her hips.

Chance knew it would take a while to build the fires inside her again, but he was prepared to take her higher than she’d ever been before.

He inserted his finger just a fraction, then stopped, letting her get used to it. She stiffened again, but he was ready. He drew her inside his mouth, sucking and stroking her with his tongue.

She melted.

He began to move his finger in and out of her anus.

“Chance, I… don’t… Oh damn, the heat…”

Using his other hand, he opened her legs a little wider, then inserted a finger inside her.

“Please, oh please, don’t stop. Oh fuck, it feels so amazing.”

The ultimate fuck. Feeling her body react to what he was giving her was almost as good for him, but son of a bitch, he couldn’t hold back much longer.

“Yes!”

He stood, legs trembling. Never had he wanted anyone as badly as he wanted Destiny right now. He grabbed her waist and lifted, then lowered her down on his throbbing cock. When he slid inside her, heat immediately surrounded him. He gasped, plunging deeper.

“Oh yeah, this is good,” he breathed as he pulled out, then sank deeper. He grabbed her ass and brought her in closer.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, moving with each thrust so that he sank deeper still.

Long, steady strokes. Not too fast. Nice and slow.

“Faster,” she gasped. “Oh, Chance, I can’t stand any more.”

“Neither can I, baby,” he gasped, sinking deeper, moving faster.

“Hell yes!” she cried.

Her heat caressed him. When she began to tremble, he plunged deep inside her one more time then, with a roar, he came. A flood of heat washed through him. His world shook before exploding around him. He held her tight against his body as he gasped for air.

As everything slowly came back into focus, he knew it didn’t matter that he fucked Destiny. That he went against everything he swore he would never let himself do because he would save her from the demons—he had to. That wasn’t an option now. No, making love with her didn’t matter because deep down, he knew it was right.

And the future?

He didn’t want to think about the future. Or about letting Destiny go so she could be reborn. He would release her when the time came. When she was safe from the demons. He would because he knew he wouldn’t have a choice.

Unbearable pain ripped through him. He held her a little tighter and buried his face in her hair as the water cascaded over them and, for the first time, cursed his father for creating him.

Destiny snuggled against Chance with a sigh. They’d finally washed and then crawled into bed exhausted. She was sore but satisfied.

“I wish I’d met you a long time ago. Maybe things would have turned out differently,” she said, then realized she’d voiced her thoughts.

Chance was mindlessly drawing circles on her back with his fingers, but his fingers stilled.

Why the hell did she say anything? It was too soon to tell him about Hell. What if she scared him off? Or worse, he thought she was a nutcase? She didn’t want to lose what they had, not when she’d just found it.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

It was as though all the air was sucked out of her body and the blood rushed to her head. She closed her eyes tight, wanting to forget about why she was really there.

“Destiny, you can tell me anything.”

The room stopped spinning, and the pounding inside her head quieted. He said she could tell him anything. Was he serious? Maybe he was ready to hear her out. To know everything about her.

Fear ran though her, turning the blood in her veins to ice. Her past rose in front of her. All the degradation, all that was bad about her. What if she lost him forever?

She moved until she could see his face, read his expression, but the only light came from the one they’d left on in the bathroom. His face was cast in shadows. She couldn’t tell if he really meant what he said. She scooted back down in the bed and snuggled close to him instead, resting her head against his bare chest and listening to the rhythmic beat of his heart.

“It happened a long time ago.” She drew in a heavy breath then slowly let it out.

“Tell me about it,” he said softly.

Of course he wanted to know. He was curious about her. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block the past, but it wound through her mind like a slithering snake.

Why fight it? Chance wouldn’t have stayed with her anyway, and she didn’t want to force him to go with her to Hell by lying to him. Destiny finally realized what she sensed all along. Chance was a good person, and good people didn’t belong with someone like her. Why not end it now?

“I’ve done some terrible things. I’m not who you think I am.” Pain tore at her, ripping and stabbing her heart.

“Like what?” he asked.

Of course he wanted details. Everyone wanted to know her sordid history. They were shocked by what she’d done or what had been done to her. People only wanted to hear the bad stuff, and then they walked out of her life forever.

“I’ve been with a lot of men,” she blurted.

“I’ve been with a lot of women. I hope you don’t want a list. I’d much rather spend my time making love to you.” He brushed his lips across the top of her head.

Tingles of pleasure ran up and down her spine. She was amazed that he could arouse her with one touch. But he still wasn’t seeing the whole picture.

“I’ve cheated and lied. I’ve done drugs. I’ve stolen stuff. Once I even jacked a car because my boyfriend thought it was cool that I knew how. We went on a joyride and totaled the damn thing. Almost killed us both. I didn’t just walk on the wild side, I lived it. I breathed it. It was as much a part of me as the blood that runs through my veins. I’ve even—” Her words came to an abrupt halt.

She couldn’t say it. She couldn’t tell him about Jack or the stuff he forced her to do, the beatings she suffered through or the fact that she killed him. The words just wouldn’t come out.

“It’s okay, Destiny. Everything will be okay.”

No, it wouldn’t be okay. Nothing would ever be okay again, but at least Chance didn’t run away.

“Just hold me,” she whispered.

“I’ll hold you forever.”

If only that was so. She wanted nothing more than to lie in his arms forever. Life was unfair, but death without Chance would be unbearable.

She closed her eyes and envisioned a life with him. Just the two of them. He said he would hold her forever, but would he give up his soul for her? Would he if it meant they could spend an eternity together?

“Chance, I—”

“Shh.” He brushed the hair away from her face, stroking her cheek. “Sleep. Don’t worry about anything. I’ll take care of you.”

Her eyes drifted closed. For the first time, she felt as though she was where she belonged. Morning would be soon enough to worry about everything else. She yawned as her eyes drifted closed and dreams transported her to a better place. A place where she and Chance were together and nothing could come between them.

***

Destiny stretched as she came awake, then cuddled her pillow. She sensed she was alone in bed. Was Chance still in the apartment?

She pushed the pillow away. It wasn’t nearly as nice as Chance to snuggle against. She pushed up in bed, then shoved her hair out of her face. A sliver of light crept in through the window where the plastic blind was broken. She scanned the small bedroom.

No Chance.

She listened.

Nothing.

Destiny sat up, swinging her legs to the side of the bed.

“Oh good Lord!” She was so blasted sore.

As soon as she said the words, she cringed. It wasn’t a good thing to even say Lord when one was a demon trainee.

That thought depressed her enough that she forgot about her pain.

Drat, she was having the best dream before she woke, too. Her life was different. All sunny and sweet. She dreamed that she grew up with parents who loved her. It was almost as if she had a guardian angel watching over her. She smiled. Her angel looked a lot like Chance.

Her smile turned wicked. Not that she would ever consider him angel material after what they did last night. Goose bumps popped up all over her body.