Page 35 of Single Mom for the Firemen

“Fuck,” I growl against her neck as her nails once again rake down my neck—this time, they trail along my back, digging into my skin like she can’t get enough of me.

“Oh God,” she whimpers, the sound catching in the back of her throat like she can barely stand to get it out.

But I want to hear more—I want to hear her utterly lose herself to this pleasure, right here in the middle of her yard. I want her to forget about how easy it would be for someone else to come byand see us together. Because none of that matters, not when we feel this good together, not when we fit together like this…

I pull back and then grind myself slowly back into her, massaging her pussy from the inside out—listening to the gasps and moans she lets loose with every breath, her hands moving all over my body like she’s trying to commit the shape of me to memory, once and for all. Her ankles tighten behind my back, pulling me into her eagerly, taking me as deep as she can, and I am more than happy to give her everything she needs.

Grabbing her thighs, I push them back a little, giving me more leverage to fuck her even deeper. Her groans deepen, as though they’re rising from some place deep down inside of her, and I slow my pace, taking my time so I can drink in the expression on her face as I enjoy every inch of her pussy completely.

“God, you feel so good,” she murmurs to me, reaching up to cup my face in her hands.

I lean down to kiss her again, my full length buried inside of her, and her back arches from the blanket below us as she invites me into her even further. An invitation I readily accept.

I can feel myself starting to inch closer and closer to the edge, and a part of me wants to hold off for a while longer, to make this last as long as I can, to stretch out the intensity of this pleasure for as long as we’re both able to. But there’s another part of me that knows that I can’t, I don’t want to—and when she lowers her mouth to my ear and speaks, it’s clear that she doesn’t want me to either.

“I need to feel you come inside of me,” she murmurs, her voice low and ragged with a desperate desire I’m not sure I’ve ever heard before.

As soon as those words come out of her mouth, what little control I might have had falls away—I begin to fuck her hard and fast, low grunts and growls escaping my lips with every motion, eyes burning into hers to take in her reaction as I fill her with every inch of myself, until…

I go over the edge first, the filthiness of her words pushing me where I need to go. My cock throbs inside of her as I bottom out buried deep within her, stilling myself there for a long while as the rush of pleasure and sensation gets the better of me. I can’t control myself. I let out a string of curse words, my basest instincts taking over.

A few seconds later, I feel her clenching around me. The sound she lets out as she comes instantly burns itself into my mind, it’s so fucking hot. Hearing her lose herself to the way that I make her feel, hearing her come like this while I’m inside her, it’s everything I’ve been waiting for, everything I didn’t know I needed until right then. The low, almost animalistic moans that slip past her lips as she pants and gasps for air, they’re beyond erotic, and I kiss her again, trying to capture them between my lips before they can escape.

I don’t pull back from her for a long time, keeping myself buried deep inside of her. I’m not ready for this to be over, not by a long shot. And as she squeezes herself against me and kisses me back, I know that she’s not ready for it either.

Whatever we’ve just shared, it’s going to be far from the last time we do. My mind is already reeling with the possibilities of what we might get up to next time we have an afternoon alone together.

17

VANESSA

Leaning in the doorway,I chew on my lip as I scan the trail ahead of me. I know Jake said they likely wouldn’t be back until this evening, but I can’t help but worry that something might have happened to them out there.

Mason headed off about an hour ago—after we spent most of the afternoon in bed together. And yeah, I know that’s probably only going to make things a million times more complicated than they need to be, but there was something about the way he looked at me when the two of us were lying on that blanket together that made it impossible to resist. Besides, I got pretty much everything I wanted from the interview—I just managed to get a few orgasms out of it too, and I don’t see anything wrong with that.

But now that I’m alone again, and waiting for Callie to get back, I can’t shake the feeling that I’m being watched. It’s just like it was the evening we had our movie night together. I can’t stop thinking about how certain I was then that there was someone keeping an eye on me, someone trying to catch me out. And if they do…what will they want with me? With my daughter…?

I already know the answer to that. I just don’t want to contend with it. Because if I have to face up to the fact that there are people out there who want me dead, I’m going to lose my shit. Being out here, I’ve been cut off from the heaviness of that knowledge, but I don’t know how much longer I can keep up the pretense now that I’m starting to look over my shoulder again.

I’ve fired off a few messages to Lara, making sure that nothing has been going on in the city that I should know about, and she’s always been quick to assure me I have nothing to worry about—that nothing’s been happening that should bring me any reason to concern myself.

But in my overthinking mind, I’ve just managed to turn that into proof that thereissomething going on. And they’ve managed to find out where I am. That’s why there’s been no talk of them in the city, because they’re out here in the woods now, and they’re closing in on my daughter and me, once and for all.

Finally, I spot them appearing over the crest of the hill—Jake and Callie. I raise my hand and my heart leaps in relief. Callie comes bounding over to me and gives me a huge hug, and I lift her up into my arms, even though she’s getting way too big for that now.

“You have a nice time, sweetheart?” I ask her, pressing a kiss against her forehead.

She nods. “Yeah, we went to the pond and we saw the frog spawn!” she exclaims. I can tell it’s going to be hell on earth trying to get her to settle down tonight, given all that she has to tell me, but it’s hard to care much. I’m just glad she had a good time.

“I can’t wait to hear about it,” I tell her, and I plant her on the ground again. “You go in and get washed up, and then you can come down for dinner, okay?”

She takes off without saying another word, leaving Jake and me alone together again. I feel as though a wall has come down between us, after our conversation on the trail the other day. Understanding where he’s coming from with all of this cast it all into a much more understandable light, and I get why he’s so protective of this place, why he went off on me as hard as he did when he thought I was a threat to it.

“Was she okay?” I ask him, raising my eyebrows.

He chuckles and nods. “More than okay. She was great. We had a lot of fun.”

“Killian…?”

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