Feline the Burn (The Firehouse Feline Book 3)

by L. A. Boruff

“Come in!” she calls.

  I open the door and step inside.

  And there’s Callie, wearing nothing but a towel. I hear the sound of the bathtub running across right the hall, and the smell of a flowery soap lingers in the air.

  “Sorry,” I clear my throat, trying to hide my arousal at finding her practically naked. “I didn’t know you were busy.”

  “I’m not busy,” she says, staring down at her toes.

  “So, uh...”

  “Want to join me in the bath?”

  Don’t scream ‘fuck yes.’ “Sure.”

  She heads toward the bathroom, glancing back at me once, then disappears into the room.

  The second she’s out of sight, I start shedding my clothes, following her across the hall. In the huge bathroom, I turn and lock the door, then stare really hard at the door for a long minute, trying to calm myself down. I’m not going to be a jackass. She’s been through a lot lately. If she’s not in the mood, I would be happy just to hold her.

  But if she wants more, I’ll be happy to oblige...

  Taking a deep breath, I look down at my hard firehose. Calm the hell down. I will the words at my eager fella as I push the treacherous bastard down, but he continues standing tall and long, as if screaming look at me, look at me.

  Straightening my shoulders, I decide that the best bet is just to pretend like I don’t notice I’m sporting a major erection. That’ll come off cool and calm, right?

  I finish shedding the rest of my clothes and turn to find Callie reclining in the bathtub. Man, she’s hot as hell. Her blond hair lying behind her. The tops of her breasts barely visible over the bubbles.

  But then her gaze immediately goes to my misbehaving firehose.

  “Uh.” I clear my throat.

  “I’ve never had sex in a bathtub before,” she says, letting her fingers move across some of the bubbles.

  “I have.” The second the words leave my lips I want to snatch them right back.

  She lifts a brow. “How in the hell did you ever get a woman to go out with you?”

  “I’m pretty enough that I usually tried not to talk.”

  She laughs, and her laugh is amazing. It holds back nothing, and I decide it’s the purest, sweetest sound I’ve ever heard. “So, are you just going to stand there, or are you going to get in?”

  “The tub or you?”

  Her mouth quirks. “Just shut up, handsome.”

  I’m grinning as I climb into the bath, lying down on top of her. Trying my best to keep my eyes on hers, and not to let them slide down to her bubble-clad chest. Some of the water spills out over the sides of the top, and she squeals as I lower myself on her wet, naked body.

  “You’re soaking the floor!”

  “I’m a big guy,” I say, shrugging.

  To my relief, she doesn’t actually seem mad. Instead, she rests her hands on my shoulders and pulls me closer. Our lips meet, and the humor flees from between us.

  Beneath me, I feel her legs widen, at least as far as the garden tub will allow her, and I sink deeper between her thighs. Loving the fact that we’re naked, pressed together, and that it’d take nothing at all to slip inside her.

  When our kiss grows more and more intense, I find it harder to concentrate. Part of me knows I need to take it slow. That Callie has been through a lot, and I don’t want to push her into doing something she can’t handle right now, but part of me is noticing that the way her tongue strokes mine is conjuring all kinds of images of how her tongue would feel wrapped around my dick.

  At last, she breaks our kiss, panting hard.

  I almost apologize, when she leans her head back, and her legs wrap around my back. “I’ve been so tense, Will. Could you... could you help me relax?”

  Normally, I’d take that as a yes, but I want to be sure. “You want me to fuck your brains out?”

  Her hooded gaze meets mine. “So, the stereotype is true, huh? Firefighters... dumb but hot.”

  I press my tip between her lips, and she gasps. “Watch it, woman, or I might just leave you alone, thinking about what you almost had.”

  Her breathing comes in and out faster. “I think you’d regret leaving me more than I would.”

  I slide deeper into her, pushing into her channel one excruciating inch at a time. My control is paper thin, but I’ll be damned if I let her know it. “I was once... in a calendar... in my uniform... with kittens. The calendar sold out.”

  She gives a breathless laugh. “Everyone loves kittens.”

  “Everyone wanted to see me with nothing but a hat over my junk.”

  Her nails dig into my shoulders. “Come on, Will. Damn it.”

  I slip all the way inside her.

  She cries out, and I feel her inner muscles squeezing me with a tightness that begs me to spill my load, there and then. But then I think I’d have to move to a new town, just so I wouldn’t have to see Callie on the street and have her point and laugh at me. So, I grit my teeth and will myself not to come too soon.

  A second later, she wiggles under me, and the movement raises her nipples out of the water. Unable to help myself, I lean forward and take one of the perfect buds into my mouth and suck. She swears and bucks under me, causing a groan to slip from my mouth as my dick takes her even deeper.

  And then, because I don’t think I can handle it much longer, I start to fuck her slowly. My mouth moving from one nipple to another. Lavishing them with my tongue. Sucking them deep into my mouth and grazing them with my teeth.

  When she starts to cry out, chanting my name, I know she’s getting close.

  And then, I hear James. “Callie!”

  We both turn to the door of the bathroom as one. James stands in the doorway, his cheeks slowly turning red. “I heard... I thought you were in trouble.”

  Oh, hell. This is the moment Callie will push me away. The moment her arousal fades, and I have to walk around the rest of the day with a chubby.

  “Get in and lock the door” she commands, her question breathless.

  “Uh, okay,” he tells her awkwardly.

  She gives him a sharp nod, and the guy turns and flicks the lock into place.

  What the hell?

  He turns back around a second later. “What do you want me to—?”

  “Take off your pants, James.”

  I swear, we both stare at her in surprise. Is she actually willing to... willing to have both of us in here? For some reason, the idea only turns me on more. I want to see how she can unravel the tightly wound James. Maybe he’d be less of a pain in my ass.

  Slowly, James undoes his pants and drops them to the ground.

  “Now, your boxers,” she tells him.

  He removes them too, although he seems even more hesitant.

  “And the shirt.”

  Suddenly, the guy is standing in the center of the floor, naked, his own dick hard and ready as he stares at Callie.

  “Come here,” she says.

  Callie leans up ever-so-slightly as he approaches, and James kneels down. She pulls him closer, and then her mouth is wrapped around his cock.

  I feel my shaft twinge inside her, and then I slowly start to thrust into Callie again, all the while watching her suck James off. I’ve never thought it’d be hot to see a woman touch another guy, but I must be a kinky bastard, because this is totally working for me.

  I’m getting hotter and more aroused with each second that passes, and damn it, so is Callie. Her legs hold me tighter. She meets my thrusts harder. And she starts to moan around the shaft buried deep into her mouth.

  When I feel myself swelling, I swear I grip the edge of the bathtub as if it could give me the strength to hold on longer. Fortunately for me, it’s just the time I need. Callie orgasms a second later, her movements wild, the sounds of pleasure moaned around his dick hot as fuck.

  And then, I come, filling her with my hot seed. My body seems to pour into her own, claiming her as my woman. Slicking in the insides of her channel as it continues to squeeze
around me.

  When James comes too, I’m barely processing what’s happening. I hear his groan of pleasure and watch as the hand he’s dug into her hair, holds her deeply against him.

  A few minutes pass, and James slowly releases her. Callie falls back against the tub and damn it if she doesn’t look satisfied.

  At least I hope she is.

  “That was fucking amazing,” James whispers.

  “Yeah, she is,” I say.

  Callie’s eyes open. “Oh, hell...”

  “What?” I ask, feeling every muscle in my body tense.

  “I think you guys may have ruined me. One dick might never be enough again.”

  I grin at her. “Good, because I think you’ve ruined us too.”

  Sweeping the hair back from her face, I stare at the gorgeous woman who so easily stole our hearts. She’s special. She’s perfect.

  And even though I know this moment has to end soon, for a little while I want to pretend that it could actually last forever. Because forever is exactly what I want with her.

  Chapter Six

  Callie

  "Everyone? Can you come in here?" James's voice breaks me from a trance.

  I've been in the living room, alone, keeping a book afloat, strengthening my endurance and focus. I gladly hop up, eager for a break. It's tough work, especially as everyone is expecting me to be some kind of leader almost straight away.

  We've been trapped in this house for weeks now, and we're all about to go nuts. Not for the first time, I wish my cat was still part of me, and she could help me escape from the pressure of living with so many people around all the time. I'm used to being on my own. Before I came here, I roamed the world in search of the supernatural and answers I thought finding proof of them will bring.

  A snort escapes me. I suppose I got those answers after all.

  Everyone has shown me most of their magic skills, and I’ve been able to do everything so far. Now, it’s more about endurance and focus. They say doing spells safely in my living room is a hell of a lot different than doing them in a battle, and I believe them.

  Sugar and James are already in the kitchen when I arrive, both of them looking at the same letter.

  "What is it?" I ask, dread settling in my stomach.

  "Wait for everyone." James sighs and rubs his eyes. Whatever it is, he isn't a fan of it. I wonder if it's someone else from his past trying to get into contact. He seems to hate that.

  Unable to help myself, I cross the space between us and wrap my arms around his waist. He drops his hand and looks at me, a ghost of a smile on his lips. I reach up and run my fingers through his blond hair, rubbing the back of his neck. A groan slips from his lips that has my blood turning to fire.

  “Wow." Sugar's voice breaks through the moment between the two of us.

  I jerk and look at her, having completely forgotten she was there.

  “What?” I cock my head to the side in what I hope is a playful manner to take some of the sting from my words.

  “It’s just weird to see James with someone," she admits.

  I laugh. “He’s a little less uptight, right?”

  “Yeah,” Sugar says, nodding. “He looks like he wants to be fucked rather than having that sour puss on his face all day.”

  “Hey!” James says, but there's no real fight in his voice. He knows we're right.

  I rub the back of his neck harder, just the way he likes, kneading the tense muscles.

  Sugar sighs. “I’ll go round everyone up.”

  The second she disappears from the kitchen; I shift my other hand from around his waist and grab his erection.

  “Fuck, Callie, anyone could walk in.”

  “You’re the one with the boner,” I say, rubbing him between my fingers.

  He jerks against my touch and starts to pant. “We don’t have time for this.” He doesn't have to say the other part of that protest, now isn't the time for it either. We have too much to do, and far too many people around. But I'm tired of not being with them as often as I want.

  “Time to make you come. Depends how long it takes." I look up at him through my lashes, trying to look as seductive as possible.

  From the look on his face, I've been more successful than I imagined.

  “Callie,” he groans my name.

  And now, I don’t care why he wants everyone in here, I just want to watch him break. I want to watch him as he comes, right in his pants, just because I’m touching him.

  “Doing magic makes you horny,” he says, bucking into my hand.

  “And you love it,” I whisper.

  Will walks in a second later. "What's up?" When his gaze lands on us, a smirk twists his lips. “I know you like an audience, but does everyone need to see this?”

  James pulls back from me really slowly, but the look of regret on his face eases the sting of losing a hard dick. I bite my lip, my gaze sliding over him. But we’ll finish things later...

  A second later, Hank walks in. “What’s up?”

  Will doesn’t hesitate. “They want to fuck with an audience.”

  I feel my cheeks heat, though whether it's from embarrassment or desire, I'm not too sure. “We do not!”

  “Can anyone join in?” Hank asks, and I don’t know how he manages to keep a straight face.

  “No!” I say. Was I horny as hell a minute ago? Now I’m just burning with embarrassment.

  “I actually just need to talk to everyone about something,” James says, and I realize his cheeks are bright red too.

  “Rain check on the group sex thing,” Hank says.

  Will grins. “But it does have an expiration date...”

  “Guys!” I scold, just as some of the others walk in.

  I shoot my guys a warning look. If they embarrass me in front of everyone...

  But luckily Will’s teasing look falls away. "I think we’re just waiting on Theresa and her guys now.”

  They crowd in with Fran right behind them. The small kitchen is crammed full of people. We should really find a better place to bring everyone together. This is getting ridiculous.

  Everyone looks exhausted, and like they’re waiting for the next shoe to drop. Which I don’t blame them for.

  James hands me the letter he and Sugar had been reading.

  I glance down and start to read the words.

  James,

  I wouldn’t be me if I hadn’t done my research since coming to town. And now I know the truth, not only do you know our would-be queen, you’re helping her. Callie, the beautiful niece of the king, and a woman so many witches think could bring about a new kind of peace with the humans. And a woman who so many witches think could disrupt everything and cause a full civil war between their kind.

  There are so many interesting rumors, all with a thread of truth within them. But what I do know, we need to talk. I know you’re in hiding, but here’s my phone number. Call me.

  Benny.

  I stare at the letter in confusion, then glance back up at James. Why in the world is this letter important enough to gather all of us here? And who is this Benny?

  James answers as if reading my mind. "Benny was a friend in boarding school. He was in town when I went the other week."

  "Wait... wasn't he the guy you were disguised as?" Hank asks with wide eyes.

  I look back at James. He disguised himself as someone? Is that how he was able to safely go out a few weeks ago?

  James shrugs. "Yeah, it made for an interesting reunion. But after he realized who I was, he decided not to kill me."

  “Kill you?” I repeat, shocked.

  “I don’t exactly blame him. Not many people go around looking like a person, unless they’re looking for trouble.”

  “Okay,” I try to figure what the heck to do with all this information. “Who is this guy?”

  "He works for the Witch Queen of England, which as you know doesn't just mean England. She runs the biggest coven in the world."

  I knew that from reading a book
Theresa gave me about the various covens. It’s a bit outdated, though, and named a King as ruler of that coven. "What is he doing here?"

  "He was sent by the Queen to spy, see what's going on, and see if the King is about to be replaced. The Queen doesn't care for our King, it seems."

  “So... he’s on our side?” I ask.

  "I wouldn't go that far." James frowns. "I haven't seen Benny in years. He was a good guy in school and my friend. I think he has good intentions now, but I can't be sure."

  I’m still figuring out the witch politics, but the idea that my uncle and his witches are the small fish in a bigger pond opens up my world. What if we could get some of them on our side? Wouldn’t that help our cause?

  Maybe it’d even make it safer for people when I try to get the throne. Maybe my uncle will be less willing to hurt and kill everyone if we’re backed by another coven's Queen.

  “Could this Benny help us—?” I begin.

  "What’s this boy's name?" Fran asks, pushing forward. James jumped up to let her sit at the table, even though two of the chairs weren't even taken.

  "Benedict Slomin."

  Fran's face darkens. "I know of him. He came to the last Witch Games.”

  When I stare at her in confusion, she clarifies. “The Witch Games happen every decade on an uninhabited island. We all spend time together, practice our magic, and bond. It’s something that was decided a long time ago to prevent wars between different covens.”

  “You met him there?” I ask, still confused.

  “I heard about him from other people who met him there, and Benedict Slomin doesn’t have a good reputation. He’s said to be cruel without remorse and someone to avoid if at all possible.”

  James winces, and it hurts my heart to see. A part of me hopes that the rumors were about a different man. It doesn’t seem like James trusts easily, so to hear his friend might not be the good guy he thought must be hard.

  Fran fixes her sharp stare on me. "Stay away from this man," she warns. "He is as likely to kill you as help you. He’ll do whatever gives him the upper hand. He is charismatic, intelligent, but dangerous and cunning."

  I look at James again, needing to know, but hating to ask. "Do you think this could be true? You knew him."