Controlled Burn- To Publish

by Lani Lynn Vale

  “I’m not sure what’s going to happen there,” he said. “I’m only hoping, which is what I’ve told you about fifteen times now.”

  I threw up my hands.

  “This fucking guy is a crime lord’s son! You really want to send your sister in there to that?” I spat.

  He studied me, his black eyes sharp and unforgiving.

  “The ‘crime lord’ we’re speaking of is stealing females and selling them to the highest bidder,” he said stiffly, standing up so he could lean over the desk and put emphasis on just how important this was to him. “I don’t have a lot of fucking options here. This needs to stop before they take any more women and children.”

  “So you’re willing to give your sister to them instead?” I snapped, standing now, too.

  “Not a goddamn thing will touch her,” he assured me. “Either me or one of The Uncertain Saints will be there. She’ll never be alone.”

  “Damn right she won’t,” I cracked. “I’ll be there with her. Nothing will touch her.”

  “If you’re up her ass, then he might not talk like I need him to,” Wolf growled.

  “Then that’s just a chance that you’re going to have to fucking take,” I narrowed my eyes. “Because I’m not going to let anything happen to her. Someone’s going to have to think of her first instead of themselves.”

  Wolf bared his teeth at me.

  “You just do that.”

  “I fucking will do that; just try and stop me.”

  ***

  Three hours later, I arrived at my project house to start work.

  The moment I saw July across the street, though, I changed course and headed over there.

  I was ready to talk to her.

  I needed to know her answer.

  I needed her.

  She didn’t answer my knock, though, which was why I walked around the side of the house to the back gate.

  It was a six-foot tall, wooden fence with significant rot in several places. It looked more like fuckin’ firewood than a fence, honestly.

  After finagling it open, I walked around the house to the back porch and froze when I heard July talking.

  “It’s my greatest fantasy,” July said. “I don’t know why.”

  “Explain it better to me,” Des said. “I think I’ll try it out with Able and tell you whether it’s worth it to find a man to do it or not.”

  July giggled as the words left Des’ lips, and I moved closer, inching carefully so the dry leaves crackling underneath my feet wouldn’t give me away.

  Leaning my forearm up against the brick of the house, my mouth hung open in shock as July laid out her fantasy, in great detail until my mind was reeling with possibilities.

  “That sounds hot…” Des admitted. “But who would you ever get to do that with? People would look at you like you’re loony.”

  July snorted in understanding.

  “You’re right,” she agreed. “It was something I’d always planned on bringing up with Dean, but then that happened, so I obviously didn’t get to go through with it.”

  “Ask him again,” Des teased. “It’s clear that he still wants you.”

  I heard shuffling and then a hesitant, “He left me. Do you know how hard that was on me? He’s showing interest again, but he ignored me for a year, Des. He just moved right on with his life like we never happened, while I was destroyed. How do I just forgive that?” She paused. “Not to mention Alexa is shoved so far up his ass that I can’t tell where one begins and the other ends. And I think they had sex…it’s just a vibe I get every time I see them together. The look she gives me makes me have this feeling…one that’ll be a hard pill to swallow, even if we were broken up at the time.”

  I winced.

  Des was quiet for so long that I wasn’t sure she had anything to say.

  I certainly did, though.

  And would have had I not heard my pager go off from my truck all the way the fuck over here.

  Fuck!

  Without clearing up her misconceptions, I hurried back the way I came, one thing clear in my mind.

  I would clear those misconceptions up, and I’d be the one giving her her ultimate fantasy.

  Soon.

  Chapter 12

  Texas as Fuck

  -T-shirt

  Dean

  I hadn’t been able to get the thought of July’s fantasy out of my mind. I had to deliberately force myself to not think about it.

  Then, like a knot in my stomach, it started to spread until I came to a conclusion.

  I had to follow through with it.

  I had to show her we worked.

  I had to give her what she needed.

  I walked into the room, having entered the same way I did the day I’d found her sick.

  Then I walked into the bathroom, surprised at how cute it looked.

  She had sticky flowers on her walls, pink towels and pink accents anywhere she could have them.

  The shower curtain was clear with large pink daisies on it, and the hooks holding the curtain up were also flowers.

  My eyes went from the pink décor to her, and my heart started to race.

  She was wet and slippery as soap slid down her back. She rinsed her hair fully, completely unaware that I lay in wait outside.

  The normally light brown strands appeared almost black as it straightened out into a silky sheet running directly down her back, stopping right in the center where her bra would usually lay had she had one on.

  Which she most certainly did not.

  I parted the shower curtain just enough so that I could see everything there was to see of July and watched.

  She was quick and methodical.

  Her legs. Feet. Armpits. Chest. Belly. Arms.

  She did it all without bending over, too.

  The wound under her arm was healing nicely, and I’d have to reprimand her later for getting it wet, as well as not having the stitches taken out two days ago when they were supposed to be done.

  Then she surprised me when she dropped the soap on the ground.

  She bent over, and my breathing picked up.

  She had a piercing.

  Sweet baby Jesus.

  She stood up so quickly that I only got a short glance at it before she was up and replacing the soap, but it was enough to solidify my decision.

  Turning off the shower, she reached outside of the curtain and pulled the towel off the rack, wiping first her face before starting in on her hair.

  I backed up into the dark room, situating myself behind the bathroom door and the closet door.

  The two doors being open meant I had a perfect concealment.

  It also meant that she never saw me coming until I was already on her.

  One hand going into her hair, and the other going over her mouth, I said, “Don’t fight me.”

  The scream that had leached from her throat died suddenly as her stiffened, wet body sagged against me.

  “You want me. Are you going to fight me?” I asked quietly.

  She shook her head in the negative.

  I removed my hand from her mouth. “If you want me to stop, all you have to do is tell me to stop, okay?”

  “But I don’t want this,” she whimpered.

  I laughed lightly against her throat.

  I laughed as she started to struggle, but then she used her still wet body to her advantage, twisted savagely in between my caging arms and dropped to her knees.

  The hand in her hair held on tightly, but my other arm was left grasping at nothing.

  Trying to reach for her again to get her onto the bed, she flattened herself to the ground, lurched forward and bit my ankle.

  I followed her to the ground, and ripped my leg away from her mouth as I placed my entire body weight on top of her ass.

  “I was going to do this on the bed,” I told her breathlessly. “But if you want carpet burn on your knees, I’m happy to oblig
e you.”

  She shook her head frantically, and I yanked back hard on her hair so she’d look in my eyes.

  “Stop squirming,” I ordered her.

  I worked my belt with one hand, yanking it open and unbuttoning my pants, my thighs controlling her movement so she had absolutely nowhere to go in the meantime.

  “Struggling is useless,” I told her, ripping the towel away that had become tangled up between us and giving me a perfect, unencumbered view of her ass.

  She started to struggle harder, her arms going underneath her and pushing with all her strength.

  I tightened my thighs and held her firmly in place as I finished unzipping my pants, then pulling my rock hard cock out of my jeans, letting the length of it rest against her back.

  She froze at the feel of my cock on the small of her back and then started to twist her hips.

  She did a good job trying to get away, but her strength was no comparison to mine.

  “No!” she screeched, clawing with her hands.

  I pinned her tightly, leaving a mark on her upper arms where I held her.

  My hand in her hair moved as I reached forward for her wrists.

  Pulling both of her arms behind her back, I pinned them just above her ass with one hand.

  She began cursing and yelling, but not once did I hear the word ‘stop.’

  So I continued, waiting to hear what colorful thing she had to say next.

  “I saw your piercing,” I teased, letting my fingers trail down her ass crack. “What kind is it?”

  She refused to answer, tossing me a withering glare that would’ve shriveled most guys’ balls.

  I pinched her ass, causing her to screech in outrage.

  The look she gave me only excited me more.

  “Fuck you,” she hissed.

  I grinned at her and leaned forward, letting my lips trail along her shoulder blades.

  Her head snapped back and collided with my lip, causing pain to bloom along my lip and cheek.

  “Fuck!” I pulled back as the taste of copper started to fill my mouth.

  I let my tongue examine the cut as I stared at her angry eyes.

  “That’s the way you’re gonna be?” I asked.

  She bared her teeth at me.

  “Fuck you. Get the fuck off me!” she screeched.

  Eyes narrowing, I moved backwards off her hips so the apex of her thighs was revealed to me, and I delved between those two shapely legs.

  Her back went ramrod straight and she started to kick.

  “I’ll tie you up,” I warned her when her heels hit my back.

  She laughed at me.

  “Is that supposed to scare me now, especially when you’re already doing this?” she asked angrily.

  “Point taken,” I conceded, leaning forward so I could hold her down with my upper chest.

  Once she was securely pinned down, I lay my head on top of hers so I wouldn’t get a repeat performance and started to maneuver my thighs between hers.

  Moving her arms up above her head, I repositioned myself until both of my knees found a home between her splayed thighs.

  Then I spread them so she had no other recourse but to allow me to. Her legs didn’t have the same kind of power mine did, which was more than obvious seconds later when she cried out in frustration.

  My cock was a hard column against her ass, and she started to whimper as I kicked both of her knees even further apart, allowing me to get access to that pretty pussy of hers.

  Pretty wet pussy, I realized seconds later when I worked my fingers between her thighs that I was being forced to hold open.

  As my fingers grazed between her wet folds, they encountered the piercing. A single, small ring running through the hood that covered her clit.

  “Goddamn,” I rumbled roughly. “I never thought I would like these, but I’m finding I do right now.”

  I’d told her as much, too.

  Which was why, I guessed, she’d done it.

  I didn’t like ‘mutilations’, as I’d called them.

  Piercings of any sort were a real turn off for me.

  Even ear piercings. I wasn’t a big fan of tattoos, either.

  The ring I was currently running my finger around, though, didn’t seem so bad. In fact, I would say it was pretty damn hot.

  Something she realized I liked as I ground my hips into her ass.

  “I like it,” I told her in case she hadn’t figured it out.

  She groaned, and the suddenness of it was so cute that I made a mistake and leaned forward again to kiss her shoulder.

  Something she immediately took advantage of and slammed her head into my eye.

  My eyes squeezed shut as pain radiated from my eye down to my cheek.

  “Fuck!” I growled.

  “Get off me!” She bellowed the order as she twisted her hips.

  But she wasn’t twisting away. She was twisting toward me, urging my hand closer.

  I hid my smile as I inched my fingers forward to press into her tight pussy.

  She gasped, and her head dropped.

  Her arms loosened, but I kept my grip tight on her wrists just in case she tried to be sneaky. Thankfully she laid still for me, allowing me to work my fingers in and out of her tight sheath.

  “Get up on your knees,” I ordered her, pulling up while my fingers were still inside her.

  She had no choice but to comply.

  However, the moment her knees were underneath her, she rolled, kicking out with her foot right into my chest.

  I took the blow like a man, but subconsciously admitted to myself that it hurt like a bitch.

  In my surprise, I let go of her wrists and leaned back on my heels.

  She scrambled to her hands and knees and started to crawl across the carpet.

  My gaze didn’t admire long, and soon I was following right behind her as she used the bed as a crutch to get to her feet.

  She lifted one knee to push up, and my eyes caught on the wetness on the inside of her thighs that betrayed her feelings.

  A possessive growl tore out of my throat as I hooked her around her hips, dragged her against me, and pinned her to the side of the bed.

  She screamed, kicked and scratched as she tried in vain to get away.

  I held on tight, though, making sure she didn’t get further than an inch at most.

  When she tried to head butt me once again, I grabbed a hold of her hair and held my hand to the mattress as I ground my cock into her ass.

  She hissed at the feeling, and my smile reappeared.

  The throb in my eye, lip, and chest made me realize that she was not the delicate flower that I treated her like when we were together, so I let my playful side out.

  Hooking her around the hips with one arm, I stood and walked over to the dresser with an attached mirror, pinning her down against the top with her face only inches away from the glass.

  “Don’t move,” I gritted out.

  This time she must’ve realized that I’d keep this up all day long, because her body went slack and she stopped fighting.

  Her elbows propped up the top half of her body off the cool wood, and the position gave me a full view of her breasts that were high and tight.

  The peaks of her nipples were beaded with desire, and her eyes were hazy with need.

  Pinning her to the bureau with my hips, I kicked her legs open forcefully, fisted my cock, and lined it up with her entrance.

  This time I didn’t use protection. Not like I’d done so many times before.

  And it was beautiful.

  The tightness of her pussy surrounded my cock with heat and silk, and as her sheath convulsed around me, my eyes nearly crossed.

  “Get off me,” she whimpered.

  I did.

  But only long enough to pull out, flip her to her side, and resume my position seated deeply inside of her.

  I placed a kisses on the top of her
head, her nose and her cheek.

  She turned her face into mine, and let her chest drop until her breasts rested on the side of my arm.

  When my balls met her flesh, I immediately pulled out and thrust back inside. Hard.

  The tip of my cock kissed her cervix, and she cried out. Not in anger or reprove, but in pure, unadulterated bliss.

  “Jesus, yes. Harder, Dean,” she urged me, pushing back with my thrusts.

  I went harder, keeping my eyes on hers in the mirror as I fucked her so hard the entire bureau shook with the force of it.

  Her breasts jumped and skidded across the wood with each thrust and retreat.

  At one point I was pumping so hard inside of her that she grunted with each entry.

  “Hurry, girl,” I ordered through gritted teeth, sweat running down my spine to disappear between the crack of my ass.

  Her eyes closed, and I yanked on her hair.

  Her eyes flew open and I said, “Look at me when you come.”

  She bit her lip, and I chanced letting go of her to circle my hand between her hips and the drawers.

  I’d fucked her so hard that her hip bones would likely be bruised in the morning.

  She didn’t seem to care, though. At least not right now.

  My middle finger found her clit, and I gave the ring an experimental tug, causing her to gasp.

  “Oh yeah, I like it,” I told her, folding the ring over until it rested against her clit. “Your rebellion backfired.”

  Then I started to circle her clit with my finger, and her eyes rolled back as her orgasm overwhelmed her.

  My eyes closed as I tried to stave off my own orgasm.

  Something about the way she felt was making my mind cloudy.

  She was just so hot, wet and tight.

  My dick throbbed almost painfully with how good it felt to be bare inside of her. My release started to tingle in my balls, then shot out the tip of my cock deep inside of her pussy.

  I grunted with each spurt of cum that came out of me, my teeth gritting so hard that I worried they might crack.

  My hand in her hair tightened, and my finger left her clit so my entire hand could engulf the front of her thigh.

  With a tight squeeze, I gave her everything I had to give.

  “Yes,” she hissed, pushing back into me.

  My balls slammed once more against her before I slowed, then came completely to a stop.