Page 38 of Return By Fire

And almost come when he clamps down.

Rising further on my knees, I spread them wider before withdrawing a little and sliding in a second digit.

Jed’s head whips back and forth on the pillow. “More.”

“Oh, I’m going to take more.”

“Yes. Please.”

Before the word falls from his lips, he arches when he feels himself being breached by a third finger just as I grasp the base of his cock and stroke upward. “Fucking, fucking Christ. Yes.”

He reaches down and begins to pump himself as his hips fall open, waiting for me.

I feel my lips twist into a lazy smile as I nudge his entrance with just the tip. Fisting myself, I rock my hips forward and grunt, “So damn hot. Don’t stop.”

“Won’t,” he pants.

I press forward past the tight ring of muscles that clamp down on me like a vice trying to keep me out. The scent of sex, the haze of more, has me in a zone I’ve never been with any other man.

Just Jed.

I’d be terrified if it weren’t for the fact that when my cock lodges fully inside his ass, his free hand is hauling me headfirst for a powerful kiss. After our tongues finish dueling, he wraps me up in him. I press forward before dragging my cock back.

He hisses.

I rock my hips. “I want your cum on my skin when I fill you up.”

He meets my thrust, head snapping back. Our eyes connect and hold as he drags his hand up and down his purpling cock.

Over and over we try to drag out the perfection of this moment, this coming together. I hammer away at him, and he meets everything I give him—my cock, my soul. Hell, is it possible, my heart? Or is our affinity just because we know what waits for us on the other side—a talk neither of us is enthused about?

Shoving any thoughts but the man beneath me aside, I come with a roar inside Jed, feeling his legs clench around my waist. My mouth captures his one last time before he, too, explodes. I pull back and shove some of his crazy hair off his forehead before I press my lips to his forehead, his lids, and then to his lips—not caring one fuck that although my offering was captured inside a thin little sheath, Jed’s is dripping all over my front.

I wanted it. I wanted him. I still do. Incredulously, my dick twitches again, but I still catch the slight flinch Jed makes.

Carefully, I pull myself from his warmth and gather him close.

He tilts his head back and stares up at me. Determination crosses his previously relaxed expression. “Dean,” he begins.

I lean over and press my lips against his. “Shh. Not right now.”

With a sigh, he settles down in my arms. “We need to talk.”

“I know.” Just not right now when I’ve thrown myself headfirst into the unknown with the one man with the power to break up my family.

I’ve been a firefighter for a long time. I’ve watched every type of fire start possible. Even as I drift off, I wonder why they don’t train you at the academy that the worst kind of burns could come from falling in love.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

I swing my Jeep into the parking lot behind European Street, noting Kara’s little Toyota is already parked. It’s a beautiful night and I’m starving. Unfortunately, I’m hungry for the man waiting for me thirty minutes south of where I just parked, not for the Dunderschmitt hero I’m about to devour with all due haste.

Striding around the side of the building, I’m surprised to find Kara alone at one of the mosaic-tiled outside tables. Her fist is beneath her chin and her gaze is somewhere that isn’t on the cars whizzing up and down Beach Boulevard. In fact, she’s so lost in thought she doesn’t hear my approach. So as not to startle her, I call out her name when I’m a few feet away. “Kara?”

She jerks from her reverie. “Oh, Dean. Hey.”

Standing, she rounds the table to give me a warm hug before she resumes her seat. “I ordered your usual. I hope that’s okay?”

“Ever since you asked me to meet you, I’ve had a craving for meat,” I joke. This is true, but not the double meat slathered in spicy mustard I always get when I order my sandwich here.

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