Page 57 of Flame's Fight

She nods. “I would.”

“I’d love to take classes.” Tanya says. “I’ve been looking into it, but I haven’t pulled the trigger. It would be great to take lessons with friends.” She adds, looking at Ashlyn and me.

“So come tomorrow?” Ghost pleads. “He can get you started on some basics, and it will give Flame and Reaper a chance to see what I have in mind.”

Tanya nods in agreement.

When we finish eating, we clean up and head back to the clubhouse. Flame drags me into his room. We’d been staying in a guest room, but now that he’s walking again, we don’t need it.

“Where is Tanya sleeping?” I ask him as I sit on the bed to toe off my shoes.

“She’s shacking up with Ghost.” Flame says with a grin. “I guess she slept in there last night. She needed him after what happened to you.”

“Poor thing. At least she has Ghost to comfort her. He’s a good guy. She couldn’t do better.” I remark as I shimmy out of my clothes.

I feel the bed dip behind me as Flame crawls over to me. He attacks my neck with kisses and bites. I squeal when he sucks hard enough to leave a mark.

“You think Ghost is better than me?” He demands.

I turn and study him. “Well, since you asked—”

I scream when he grabs me and rolls me over on the bed until I’m under him and completely at his mercy.

“I see I need to prove to you who’s better.” He growls as he kisses his way down my chest to capture one of my nipples.

I open my mouth to tease him some more, but I can only manage a deep sigh. He knows exactly how to make my body sing for him.

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE: FLAME

I worship Brooke’s breasts, sucking her nipples into my mouth so I can twirl them into hardened peaks with my tongue and teeth. Brooke moans, and I feel her body shudder under my administration. I love how responsive she is when I play with her breasts. I missed these beauties when we were apart.

When I know she’s on the brink of an orgasm, I shift so I can kiss down her cleavage to her stomach. Rubbing my nose against her soft skin, I breathe in deep and revel in her scent. This is the reason my cock wouldn’t respond to anyone else. Making love to Brooke isn’t about sex. Well, it isn’t only about sex. No, it’s about her. The scent of her arousal, the soft moans from her lips, the softness of her skin all combine to control me.

She gives me a hard shudder when I dip my tongue into her belly button. She’s ticklish there, just like the soles of her feet. Chuckling at that memory, I kiss her hip and nip her inner thighs before nuzzling her pussy. The taste of her cream and the scent wafting from her folds are intoxicating. Their power crashes through my bloodstream and straight into my cock. I suck, lick, and nibble until I feel her body convulse. I lift my eyes to watch her fall through her first orgasm. Her pretty pink lips are open in a wide O, while her face glows with a thin layer of perspiration.

Before she can recover, I slide a finger into her passage and then another, scissoring them as she writhes under me. When I push them in and out, increasing the rhythm, her hips jerk. I watch her breasts bounce for a few moments before diving back into her pussy. I find her clit and suck it between my lips as if it’s my favorite piece of candy. Which it is. She moans, and I feel her channel flutter around my fingers. I my forefinger until it brushes against her spongy center and watch her erupt again.

With my hand soaked in her juices, I bring them up to my mouth and lick them clean as I watch her body shudder and shake through the aftershocks. Grinning, I lift her up legs until they’re flush against my chest. I position my cock at her entrance and slide in. So tight. She lets out a load groan that goes on for minutes as her body adjusts to my size. When I slide in and out of her, I bury my face in the soles of her feet. Sucking in one big toe, I feel her jerk before I move to the other. Brushing my whiskers against the soles of her feet, she giggles. My girl is ticklish. When I lick the sole of her right foot, she jolts and her eyes flash open. There’s my girl.

I lock eyes with her as I pound inter her center, all the while keeping her legs trapped in my arms. I don’t drop them, until I need to go deeper. When I pull out, she whimpers.

“On your knees, baby.” I order. She scrambles to obey, and as soon as I push her head down on the bed, I slam back inside. She wails as I pound inside her, drawing out just far enough to slam my entire length back in. I feel the familiar tug on my balls as my orgasm builds in my sac. I dig my fingers into her hips as I shift my hips to hit her magic spot. When she explodes, I follow her over with one more jerk of my hips.

“How is that possible?” Brooke asks as I gently pull out of her.

I frown at her question. “How is what possible?” I ask her.

“That the sex keeps getting better.” She mumbles and I laugh. Because she’s right, the more times I have her, the better it gets. I gather her up into my arms and carry her into the bathroom. As I use my hands to rub the soap over her smooth skin, my cock hardens again. I can’t seem to get enough of her. But I control myself long enough to cleanse her body thoroughly, before washing and conditioning her hair. As much as I’m dying to bury myself in her again, I relish the feeling of just being with her. I watch the water cascade over her skin and marvel at how lucky I am to have her back in my life. This time, for good.

I jerk when she uses her hands to return the favor. She stands on her tiptoes to wash my shoulders before sliding her hands down my chest. I turn at her command so she can wash my back and my ass. My dick grows even harder when she slides her fingers through the crack of my ass and plays with the hole. Fuck, she’s killing me. She pushes for me to turn back around and when I do; I see her down on her knees and eye-level with my cock. I brace myself against the tile as she wraps her lips around me and takes me deep.

“Fuck!” I shout as her tongue traces each vein. She uses her teeth to give me just a bite of pain, one that has me hissing. I look int her gorgeous blue eyes and revel in the sight of her lips stretched wide around my girth. I don’t know if her eyes are watering or if it’s the shower, but the wetness make her eyes sparkle like diamonds. Which reminds me. I pull back, and she releases me with a pop and a pout.

“I was just getting started.” She complains.

“I know, but I thought of something I have to do.” When her mouth drops open in shock, I suppress a chuckle as I pull her out of the shower so I can dry us both. Grinning at the mutinous look on her face, I know she’s thinking the worst. Well, she’ll forgive me once I’m done. I suddenly wonder if I acted too hastily. Maybe she won’t. I shudder at the idea of her being angry with me, but I’ll make it up to her.

Once we’re back in my room, I lead her over to the bed. “Sit here.” I say. She does, but she also crosses her arms and glares at me.