From The Inferno (Firemen Do It Better Book 3)

by Leah Sharelle

  “Your woman is looking at you,” Hoove said in a hushed whisper.

  He needn’t have bothered because I already knew. My heartbeat sped up whenever Jamie was near, and the hairs on my arms pricked when her eyes landed on me. I knew without looking that she was following me with her sweet green eyes, and I knew she was sad for me. I didn’t want Jamie sad, not anymore and not because of me.

  Glancing over at her, I gave her a small wink without changing my expression. This was a sad time that demanded respect, but she was the woman I loved and was going to marry, so fuck being sad. I’d spent enough of the last ten years being that. I was still here and living, and I was going to enjoy and cherish every moment.

  Getting a sweet smile from her, I resisted the urge to go to her and instead gave her a slight grin and followed the men in front of me to the station driveway.

  It was time to bury the recruit, then find out who lit the fire that killed him.

  “Wow. So you’re famous?” Tate asked later that night.

  I invited Carson, Hoove, and their wives and kids over after the funeral ended for a quiet meal. We were sitting around my outdoor fire pit while Lake and Carson’s kids were inside watching Netflix, and little Mason was wrapped up against his daddy’s chest.

  “Well, I suppose you could say that. But I am just someone who used to be a decent tennis player for a while,” Jamie answered Tate’s question.

  “If I remember correctly, you played in the Olympic games and won. That isn’t exactly someone who used to play decent tennis once upon a time,” Carson said drolly, cuddling his wife tighter when he noticed she shivered after a cold blast of wind blew through the outdoor entertaining area.

  Jamie was in the same position on my lap. She’d found a thick blanket in one of the storage trunks in Prue’s room and asked if she could use it. At first, I wanted to tell her no because it still held Prue’s scent although a bit fainter than when I placed it there ten years ago. It was her go-to blanket when I brought her out with me to feed the animals. She would sit in the back of the farm ute on a bale of hay and help me do the nightly chores. It was one of our many dad and daughter bonding times, and seeing the blanket again reminded me how much I missed the little things.

  When Jamie saw my hesitance, she quickly folded it back into the old trunk, her face awash with embarrassment, which made me mentally kick myself in the arse. Leaving everything of Prue’s like a shrine wasn’t keeping her memory alive, not in a healthy way.

  My daughter was dead, and it hurt like hell, but there was no getting around it. Her memory deserved more than me ignoring the fact that she loved that bloody blanket and took it with her every time we headed outside. It was time to give it some new memories.

  So I gently took it back out and wrapped it around Jamie’s shoulder, then pulled my phone out of my pocket and took a photo of her, just like I had done with Prue many times.

  Jamie never said a word, just kissed me and snuggled her face into the thick, padded quilt and took in a deep breathe through her nose. The smile that graced her face warmed me. But it was what she said after that brought tears to my eyes.

  “It smells like berries and hay and”—she took another smell and laughed—“like Alexei and Sasha.”

  I laughed because she was right. The dogs shadowed Prue and always ended up wrapped in the blanket with her on the back of the ute.

  I couldn’t help noticing the memories of Prue didn’t hurt as much lately, and the ache in my heart that once stayed there all day was just a small pang, felt a couple of times a week.

  “Um, hello, Chase. Don’t you think it is a good idea that Jamie helps with Brooke’s high school tennis tournament,” Lake said, getting my attention from my thoughts.

  Jamie squirmed on my knee, making my cock go from semi-hard to ready to go. All night, her tight, toned little body had been driving me crazy. If she wasn’t pressing soft kisses to my lips and whispering that she loved me or grinding up against me in the kitchen while helping me to marinate the steaks, she was pushing her sweet arse into my crotch. I was on edge, and she knew it.

  Last night, Jamie asked me to make love to her the way I really wanted to. And fuck me if I wasn’t tempted to strip her naked, bend her over the couch, grab hold of her long, silky hair, and fuck her until her pussy moulded to the shape of my cock.

  Instead, I made sweet love to her, blending our bodies into one. And fuck if I didn’t love it that way, too.

  Giving Jamie a warning tap on her jean-clad bottom, I pushed my mouth into her hair. “Keep that up, legs, and you will get everything you are asking for,” I growled, my voice low so only she could hear me. Smirking at her shocked gasp and the desire building in her eyes, I returned my attention to Lake.

  “I think that is up to Jamie, Lake. But I do think she should wait until we hear from Jason’s mate at the club,” I suggested, then looked at Jamie. “Baby, you might not be playing anymore, but you are still a high-profile figure. This tennis event may bring some television coverage.” I was convinced Colin didn’t die the day Jamie hit him, not that I had any concrete proof because she refused to do any searches or make any phone calls.

  Her bottom lip caught between her teeth, and her head nodded, but I could tell she heard nothing I said. Sitting on my knee, I felt her thighs rub together, and when I dropped my eyes to her thin white tee, I watched her nipples pebble beneath her bra, which was all lace. I knew this because I helped put it on this morning before I immediately proceeded to take it off then sucked and licked her nipples until she came.

  I needed to get my mates and their wives to leave. Fuck, I was going to have to say goodbye from my chair because getting up was out of the question. Hoove will give me nothing but shit for having a hard-on in front of his wife and baby son.

  Ten more minutes and this party was breaking up. My raging hard-on needed attention from the woman who owned him. Then Jamie was going to find out her man had two sides. One that was sweet, slow, and sexy.

  And the other, a motherfucking beast.

  19

  I wasn’t all that sure what I was supposed to do.

  After saying goodbye to our friends not more than five minutes ago, Chase ordered me to his room to wait for him.

  The deep, commanding tone he used made me wetter than the hours of flirting and teasing that Chase and I had just put each other through. I had to say, I did enjoy my newfound powers, and judging by the hardness in his jeans for ninety percent of the night, Chase loved it, too.

  I was, however, suddenly out of my element now.

  Chase held himself back when we made love, he’d told me as much, and I was concerned that he was doing that just for my sake. I loved the way he gave me sweet and sexy, but did he like it, or did he prefer sex rough? I had no idea if I did or not, but every time he spoke in that low and dangerous tone, warning me not to push him too far because I wasn’t ready for that yet, I found that I really did want to find out if I was ready or not.

  A sense of dread washed over me. Did Chase find pleasure with inflicting pain? God, I hoped not, that much I knew I didn’t want. What if he was just pretending for my sake, and his favoured sexual desires sent me running for the hills.

  Could I do bondage? Did I want to be choked?

  God, I hadn’t even been on top yet or sucked his cock. What was wrong with good old-fashioned missionary sex.

  Oh, for the love of Pete, listen to yourself, Jamie. You are acting like Chase has a secret room of sexual torture devices just waiting to strap you to a table and clamp your nipples with those things.

  Oh, my God, what if he wanted to do that to my clit. The sound of footsteps coming down the hall caused panic to rise in my belly. Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh—

  “Legs, are you okay?”

  “I don’t want you to put clamps on my clit or nipples,” I blurted out when I whirled around to face Chase. “And I don’t think I want to be choked,” I added without thinking.

  Chase stood staring at me, his mouth
open in complete surprise at my outburst.

  “Okaaaay,” Chase drawled out, clearly confused by my change in mood. Not that I blamed him. A few minutes ago, I was raring to go, then my head took over, and suddenly, I resembled a cat in a room fall of rocking chairs.

  “I’m sorry, Chase. You must think I am an idiot,” I apologised, dropping my chin to my chest to hide my red cheeks from him. Darn it. He must be wondering where the dickens the rational woman from the past couple of weeks had gone.

  I heard his booted feet move across the carpet then his hands were on either side of my face, lifting it.

  “Hey, baby, what is going on with you?” he asked in a rush, his voice full of concern.

  “Oh, God, Chase, I am sorry. I have been standing here waiting and thinking far too much. I know you like sex harder than we have had, but I don’t want you to, you know, beat me or—”

  I didn’t have time to finish telling him the dread I had been experiencing because he lifted me into his arms and strode across the room to his very comfortable chair, sitting us both down in it. I love this chair. It was one of those old velvet-covered overstuffed armchairs that had seen better days to look at, but it was the comfiest chair I had ever sat in.

  “Listen to me, legs, because I will only say this once. Are you listening?” Chase said sternly, making my panic rise again.

  All I could do was nod as I watched his eyes blacken and his jaw tick.

  “I have never laid a finger on a woman in anger, in or out of the bedroom. I do not inflict pain of any kind, sexually or any other way. And I would never fucking consider doing that to you.

  “I am not dominant in the true sense of the word. I don’t tie my partners up or use clamps on nipples or clits although I have heard those sex toys heighten a woman’s arousal if used properly by her lover.” As Chase held me captive with his words, I barely registered him taking off my tee. “I love your breasts, baby, and my mouth on your nipples is all you need,” he whispered, unclasping my bra and slowly sliding it off my body, releasing my breasts from their confinement. Immediately, my nipples pebbled, not from the coolness of the room but the heated look from Chase.

  “If you’re not ready, Jamie…”

  Quickly, I turned myself on his lap so I was straddling him. My tight jeans were perfect to feel the heat from his bulge.

  “I want you, Chase. I do.” I rushed to explain, close to frantic that he was going to put a halt to our lovemaking. “Maybe we can just take it one step at a time, show me a part of who you are, what you prefer and how.”

  “Jamie, listen to me, baby. I want you, any way you want it. I thought I had a preference. And I won’t lie, baby. I do like to fuck hard most of the time, but these last few nights with you in my bed… that side of me isn’t as loud as it used to be.”

  Chase leaned forward and took one nipple into his mouth, and the moan that left my throat didn’t sound like me. Chase had turned me from a good girl to a good girl with a healthy side of naughty. Arching my body, I pushed my breast further into his mouth, begging him with my moans to never stop.

  “All I want is you, Jamie, to hear your moans, swallow your screams, imprint myself on you until all you see is me.” He groaned loudly when my hands speared into his hair, holding his mouth to where I needed it.

  “I do only see you, honey. I love you. But I don’t want you to lose who you are because I’m afraid of finding out what my limits are.” Telling him my secret fears while his mouth ravished my breasts was turning out to be helping me. There was no room for self-consciousness when you were half-naked and on the verge of an orgasm.

  “I love you, too, baby. Fuck, I never knew love could feel like this, so consuming and out of control. All I think about is you. All I want is to be with you. Don’t let any of those thoughts of yours come between us, legs.”

  Tears of joy rushed down my cheeks, hearing Chase telling me he loved me. All my life, all I wanted was for my parents to love me. As the years went by, and I accepted that they weren’t capable of loving, I settled for just having them notice me. When that didn’t happen, either—unless I had a tennis racquet in my hand and they were in the good seats at the world’s best arenas—I gave up.

  That was me, allowing people to shun me and push me aside, doing what was best for my game, my sponsors, and my coach. From now on, I was doing what was right for me, and what was best for me was the man looking at me with such love I could happily drown in it.

  It was time to shed a few layers of my fears and insecurities and give Chase the trust he gave me. I knew he would never hurt me, never lay a finger on me in anger, and maybe, just maybe, I might find out another hidden part of me that could match Chase’s dominant side.

  With my decision made and a silent vow to trust that Chase had my heart safe in his hands, I reached between us to his shirt, and with shaking hands, I slowly unbuttoned his long-sleeved flannel shirt. I loved him in his fireman uniform, and the tight shirts he wore to work every day drove me wild. The way his muscles rippled under the material and knowing his strong back and the sexy V at his waist was under there. All of it caused a slow burn in the parts that Chase had brought to life.

  Never taking my eyes from Chase, we stared intently at each other as I stripped him of the shirt, leaving us both in just our jeans.

  “I have an idea.”

  “Oh, yeah? And what is it, legs?”

  Leaning forward, I pressed my mouth to his nipple, my teeth grazing the flat disc, which instantly peaked.

  “Jamie.” Chase’s moan of my name sent sparks of heat directly to my core. He was so vocal during sex, which gave me confidence and made me feel alive. And a lot sexy.

  “Let me show you how much I love you. Let me give you the same pleasure you give me every single time you look at me and put your hands on me,” I purred, sliding off his lap to my knees in front of him.

  I wasn’t sure if I was pulling off the seductive act, but I’d decided to be more involved in life, and that meant giving my first blow job.

  Chase hissed as my fingers brushed over his ever-growing crotch to the waistband of his jeans, and my fingers trembled just a little as I unfastened the button fly.

  Opening the flaps, Chase lifted his hips enough for me to wiggle the pants down his thighs. I quickly took his boots off, then removed his jeans. Today was a good day for my man to go commando, I decided, happy to see his beautiful, long, thick cock spring up.

  I knew what it felt like in me and what it felt like in my hand, but this was the first time I had seen so much of it. Chase always had me so aroused I never got to see all of it.

  “Oh, my word, Chase, it’s…beautiful,” I gushed and not just from my mouth. As my hands grasped the hard shaft in front of me, my mouth watered of its own accord.

  “Baby, my cock is hard as fuck, and your hands are wrapped around it. Don’t make him mad by calling him beautiful,” Chase said with a shaky laugh.

  I stared at his cock, then up at Chase with hooded eyes. “He looks angry. The head is purple,” I said. I ran my thumb and forefinger over the smooth, bulbous head, and a tiny drop of clear liquid appeared at the slit at the top. Using my thumb, I rubbed it in and watched in fascination as his cock jerked and bobbed every time I touched it. Giggling right now didn’t seem appropriate, but my new toy amused me.

  Shuffling forward on my knees, I pushed myself closer until I was nestled between his legs, his cock only inches from my mouth.

  “I haven’t done this before. Is there a right or wrong way?” I asked, wrapping my hand around the shaft. My fingers didn’t even meet. Chase let out a pained hiss when I pumped down then up. I wanted to lick it, but I let a little doubt creep in. The last thing I wanted was to mess this up.

  “Do whatever you want, baby. Just keep your teeth tucked away,” Chase said with a groan.

  When I leaned forward and licked the length of his cock, I was surprised how soft, warm, and hard it felt, all at the same time.

  As Chase’s legs tig
htened around me, I could feel the tension in them. Surging forward and finally pleased that I was doing it right, I opened my mouth and took the tip in. Closing my lips around it, I breathed through my nose and sank down, taking care to keep my teeth away from the skin. I used the flat of my tongue as I dragged my mouth back up, and when I got to the tip, I swirled it around the head as if knowing that would give Chase pleasure. Whether it was instinct or Chase’s erotic moaning spurring me on, I repeated the procedure over and over until drool started to pool at the sides of my mouth.

  “Legs, oh god, don’t stop. Fuck, yes, that… Oh, your tongue is a weapon.” Chase’s hands found my hair, and his fingers fisted on either side, not pushing my head down but just holding me as I bobbed up and down.

  The dirtier he talked, the more daring I became. Hollowing my cheeks, I sucked in hard on my way back up his cock, making Chase clench his legs around me, holding me captive.

  “Jamie baby, if you don’t want a mouthful of my cum, you better pull off now,” Chase warned me with a husky rasp.

  Did I want him to come in my mouth? Seeing as though no one ever had, I had no idea, but it was his warning that I should stop that made me keep going. Stop sucking and hearing him moan and hiss my name while his strong fingers massaged my scalp as his muscled legs tensed around me?

  Absolutely not.

  Without taking my mouth off him, I hummed my refusal, which came out more like a deep moan.

  “Legs!” Chase shouted. “Yes!” His hips surged up, making his cock hit the back of my throat and in turn making my mouth tighten around him more. Both reactions pulled another deep moan from the depths of my throat, which made Chase grow even bigger. His cock vibrated in my mouth, and then I felt a warm splash hit the roof of my mouth.

  “Fucking hell,” Chase roared, and his cock jerked over and over as my mouth filled with warm liquid.