Page 38 of Flirting With Fire
Dex leaned against me. “What say we get out of here before you try to rock my world?”
I held him close, feeling him snuggle closer. “You don’t want to rock my world?”
“I guess we should have had that conversation already.”
“The who does what conversation?”
“That’s the one,” he agreed.
“What do you like?” It was important to me to know what my partners preferred.
“I like to bottom, but I can top, too.”
“Then we fit perfectly,” I said. “I prefer to top but I don’t mind being fucked.”
A ding interrupted us, and I checked my phone.
Gonna get noisy.
“Now comes the fun times,” I said. “It could get dicey.”
I hauled him against me and covered him as best I could. Dex resisted for a moment, then subsided, tucking himself against my chest.
“You don’t have to be my white knight,” he grumbled.
“I’m a firefighter. It’s what I do,” I pointed out.
His reply was lost in a loud noise from outside, then the cave started shaking again, small stones raining down on us. I buried my face in Dex’s hair and prayed we’d both walk out of this alive. The rumbling seemed to go on forever. Then the shaking was replaced by shouting. I knew that voice.
I raised my head to see a beam of light through the fallen rocks so intense I had to look away for a second. Dex stirred, then he pulled away, sitting up to run his hands through his hair. I wanted to haul him back into my arms. Was he ashamed to be seen with me?
Then he smiled, and my fears dissipated. “Let’s get out of here, big guy. You and I have unfinished business.”
“Something about rocking your world?” I teased.
“That’s the one.”
“Jones? You all right in there? What about Dex?”
A knot of tension inside me eased at the sound of that gruff question from Brannigan. The cavalry had arrived.
“We’re both good, chief,” I called out. “Dex needs an EMT to check his head.”
“You didn’t have to tell him that,” Dex hissed.
I fixed him with my sternest ‘don’t mess with me’ firefighter scowl. “You’re getting it checked. Besides, you’ve got blood down your forehead. You think anyone out there is gonna let you just walk away?”
“But we have plans.” His almost-a-whine was so cute.
“There’ll be no rocking of worlds until I know you’re not gonna pass out in the middle. And you know they’re going to want to take endless statements the second we emerge.”
If Dex could have stomped his foot without bringing debris down on his head, I reckon he would have.
I leaned forward to make sure he could hear me. “Don’t worry. I’ll have your dick in my mouth before the day’s out.”
He shivered, whether from my breath over his ear or the promise of what I was going to do to him, or maybe both.
“You’d better,” he muttered. “Don’t you let me down, Meyer Jones. I’ve waited too long for this.”
