Firestorm (Missoula Smokejumpers Book 4)

by Piper Stone

  The door was locked, just as he knew it would be. His favorite pick would be enough for the single cylinder lock. Within seconds he heard the clicking sound and smiled. Everything was going according to plan.

  Walking inside, he gathered a scent of rosemary and baked chicken, one of his favorites. The homeowner was, after all, a consummate cook. The prestigious man also kept a schedule that almost never varied. The concept alone had allowed for an easy event. Surprise. Surprise. He fought the laughter creeping up his throat.

  He crept down the darkened hallway, finally able to hear the television blaring from the den. The man always retired to the wood paneled location for a brandy, a cigar and a snooze. As he eased into the room, he surveyed the cluttered space. He had no visitors, no women over for an entertaining night. As a matter of fact, the man was boring as fuck and deserved to die.

  The thought giving him a smile, he stood to his full height and inched inside. The light snoring sound was coming from the comfy, overstuffed leather chair. He could see the remnants of the man’s drink, the expensive brandy a glorious amber color. He’d have to purchase a bottle at some point.

  He pulled the gun into the light of the television and sauntered in front of the chair. This was far too easy. “Hey. Wake up, fuckhead.”

  The man snorted then wiped his mouth but didn’t open his eyes.

  What the fuck? In a drunken stupor? No, the asshole had to know what was coming. He kicked the chair hard. “Wake the fuck up.”

  Stirring, the man lifted his head, blinking as he tried to focus. Then his eyes opened wide, a look of utter terror displayed as the television scene reflected in his eyes. “What the hell do you want? Get out of here!”

  “What do I want? To give you what you fucking deserve.”

  Bam!

  The single shot was all that was needed. Right between the eyes. He couldn’t help himself and blew on the end of the gun before sliding it back into his jacket. Leaning down, he was prepared to hoist the lug of a man over his shoulder. “Hmmm.” Grabbing the glass instead, he threw back the entire contents, relishing in the smoothness, the way the liquid seemed to just slide down his throat. The taste was damn good.

  When he was finished, he yanked the man by the arm and managed to pull him over his shoulders. The fucker was heavy as shit. Laboring out of the house, he had the asshole in the trunk in no time.

  He removed his gloves and tugged out his phone, humming as he dialed. When the party answered, he was almost gleeful, giddy in fact. “Yes, I’d like to report a bomb threat.”

  Chapter 2

  “Come here, baby. Let me make you feel like a man,” Kiki cooed as she walked backwards, her stilettos clicking on the wooden floor. Unfastening the belt on her coat, she swung her hips as she beckoned for him then slid the material from her shoulders, dancing in a complete circle before pitching it over the back of the loveseat.

  Riker dropped his jacket and surveyed the small space. Pillows were everywhere, vibrant colors of violet and crimson. The apartment was little more than a hole in the wall, but he certainly gathered a hint of her very feminine personality.

  “Come on. I don’t bite. Well, unless requested.”

  The single light did little to guide the way, but he knew where she was going. He trailed behind her down the hallway, passing only a galley kitchen and a tiny bathroom. Even before he entered her bedroom, he gathered a whiff of various scents. Vanilla and gardenia, cinnamon and another exotic spice. While he’d normally be turned off, tonight, he was ravenous.

  She clicked on a lamp next to her bed and threw out her arms. “My boudoir.”

  At this point, he didn’t care where they were going to fuck. He’d just stepped into the room when he grabbed her by the wrist, yanking her against his chest.

  “Oh! You are a rough and tumble kind of guy.” Kiki draped her arms over his shoulders and wiggled her hips, creating friction.

  Sliding his hands under her leather skirt, he cupped her buttocks, squeezing her naked skin between his fingers. He lowered his head, breathing across her face. “Condom?”

  “I got plenty, but I want to play first.” She nuzzled into his neck, dragging the tip of her tongue back and forth across his earlobe then down the side of his neck. “So sexy.”

  Riker closed his eyes and tipped his head back, enjoying the attention, the way her ass cheeks felt in his hands. When he realized she wasn’t wearing any panties, he chuckled, allowing the hoarse sound to linger.

  Kiki licked around to the front then nipped his chin as she pressed the palm of her hand against his chest. “Mmm…” Taking a step back, she gave him a sultry look then jerked at his T-shirt, pulling the hem from his jeans. “I want to see all of you.”

  He allowed her to pull the material up and over his shoulders, watching with amusement the way she twirled it around her finger before dropping it with flair.

  Growling, she palmed his chest, her fingers digging in and began to kiss his skin, moving down in small increments.

  Placing his hands on either side of her head, he fisted her hair as she dropped to her knees. The feel of her wet mouth on his hot skin was exhilarating, forcing his balls to swell, ache. His breathing labored, he kept his eyes locked on her actions as she fumbled to unbuckle his belt. Every scent in the room, including her perfume, became intoxicating, filling his nostrils.

  She issued a series of wet kisses across his groin before unzipping, all the while making guttural sounds. When she peeled away both sides, a slow breath escaped. “My, oh, my. You are one big man.”

  There was something so enticing about the way she removed his boots and socks then rubbed his feet, his calves before yanking down his jeans.

  “Commando. I see we’re quite a bit alike,” she purred as she crawled between his legs. Raking the tips of her nails down the underside of his cock, she rubbed his balls, rolling them between her fingers. “Well hung ain’t the right word, honey.”

  Riker sucked in his breath and pushed down on her head. “Suck me.”

  She didn’t need another command. Opening her mouth, she licked around his cockhead as she squeezed his testicles then engulfed several inches into her mouth.

  “Yes…” Her mouth was hot, her tongue raspy and the combination drove a series of electric jolts rushing through every cell. His muscles tensed as she wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft, pumping, twisting her hand.

  Kiki opened her mouth wide and seemed to relax her throat, taking him down an inch at a time. Holding the stance, she struggled to dart her eyes in his direction, as if seeking approval.

  “Yeah. Good.” The words were whispered and as she began moving up and down on his dick, the sounds of slurping floated between them. He tipped his head back and rose onto the balls of his feet, jutting his hips forward.

  Moaning around the thick invasion, she sucked in earnest, harder and faster, one hand squeezing his balls, the other pumping in fevered actions.

  While he continued to hold her head, he didn’t demand or force her in any manner. He was enjoying the salacious act, her expert mouth.

  She eased back, pulling his cock out of her mouth and licking down the underside. “I love the taste.” Placing one ball into her mouth, she rolled her tongue over and around.

  “God!” His legs were shaking, the need peaking.

  “Mmm… Hmmm…” Every sound a ragged moan, she moved her mouth to his other swollen testicle and sucked, using her jaw muscles to add pressure.

  Beads of sweat formed along his hairline, sliding down from his forehead. “Don’t tease.”

  “I like teasing,” she whispered then dragged her tongue in zigzag patterns up the length of his shaft. Grunting, she took half his cock into her mouth and rubbed her hands on the insides of his legs as she began to suck, moving up and down, every move practiced.

  As her rhythm increased, he began to fuck her mouth, rocking forward and backward. The move shoved his cock further into her mouth until the tip hit the back of her throat. Th
ere were no gagging sounds, no sense of struggle. Just pure acceptance of his control.

  She continued, her head bobbing up and down, her tongue moving wildly.

  He could come easily, erupting into her wet mouth, but he wanted more, was desperate for more. Pushing her back, he released a ragged growl and eased Kiki to her feet.

  Pursing her lips, she winked and twirled her finger around the leather string of her bustier, pulling ever so slowly. “You hungry for more, baby?”

  The dark chuckle came easily, and he rubbed the base of his cock before advancing, yanking the rest of the leather tie. As the bustier fell away, revealing her full breasts, he snickered. Cupping both, he squeezed and let out an exaggerated sigh as he pressed them together, his thumbs flicking back and forth across her nipples. Bending down, he dragged the tip of his tongue around her hardened bud.

  Kiki breathed out and brushed her hands up and down his arms. “Do you want to spank me, baby?”

  He wasn’t startled by her question but by his body’s reaction. Every cell, every muscle was jazzed as the dark need to dominate, take full control swept into his system. A flash of memories hit the back of his mind hard, clawing at the padlocked box. Hissing, he shut down the visions and slid his lips to her other nipple, sucking then biting.

  “Oh. You’re on fire, baby.” She eased her hands around to the button and zipper on her skirt, unfastening then wiggling the supple material past her hips, kicking the skirt away.

  Grunting, he crawled his fingers down her chest as he used his knee to widen her stance. He cupped her mound, moving his hand back and forth before sliding his fingers into her pussy.

  “Fuck! Oh, baby!” Gripping his shoulders, her legs began to shake as he swirled his thumb around her clit. She panted, a nervous laugh escaping. “That feels… so… good.”

  She was wet, her pussy muscles clenching around his fingers. He flexed them open and simply pulsed in and out, his thumb never shifting from position, constantly moving. Biting down on her nipple, he pulled the tender flesh between his teeth, savoring the taste of her skin.

  “Oh… my.” Her body tensing, her legs shaking, she began riding his hand, her hips gyrating as his fingers drove in and out.

  Riker closed his eyes and slid his other arm around her waist to her ass. Oh, yeah. He was going to spank her rounded ass. Closing his eyes, he slid his mouth across her chest, sucking on her second nipple. Wiggling his fingers, he found her asshole and slipped first one then a second finger inside.

  “Jesus!” She rose onto her tiptoes and tossed back her head, her mouth remaining open.

  He drove his fingers deep into her ass as he pumped into her pussy, moving in practiced orchestration, her body responding. As he sucked on her nipple, his rough tongue moving back and forth, he knew she was close to coming.

  “I can’t… Oh, God.” Running both hands through her hair, she held her forehead and as her entire body began to shake, she issued a keening cry. “Ooohhh!”

  Harder and faster he plunged into her ass as he began to pump into her cunt, keeping his fingers wide open.

  Kiki’s body swayed back and forth as the climax rolled into an intense wave. “God…”

  When she sagged forward, only then did he pull away.

  She licked her lips as her eyelids fluttered open. “That was… amazing.” Reaching behind her, she fumbled to open the nightstand drawer, searching blindly for some needed item.

  He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and cocked his head, expecting a condom in her hand. When she handed him a paddle first, he couldn’t help but laugh. “You do appreciate a hard spanking.”

  “Oh, fuck, yes. I’d take one every day, twice a day if I could,” she half whispered and produced a condom. Giving him a mischievous look, she ripped the corner of the gold, foil package, cooing as she eased the condom into the light. “One big rubber for one outstanding man.”

  As she rolled the condom down the length of his shaft, he rubbed his fingers across the cheap wood, his heart racing. Yeah, he wanted this kind of relationship again. Yes, he believed in discipline.

  “Spank me, oh, please, sir.” Kiki leaned over the side of the bed, planting her hands on the silky comforter, her ass in the air. “I’ve been such a bad girl.”

  Riker realized his hands were sweating, his mind reeling. Sucking in his breath, he refused to allow the past to interfere tonight. Not now. He needed this and so did she. Pulses of light flashed in his peripheral vision as he tapped two fingers against her ass. Twisting the paddle, he fell into a zone, the one allowing him to let go, to become the man he’d always been.

  “A very bad, little girl,” she mumbled, as if trying to encourage him. “Spank me, Daddy.”

  He took a step back and tapped the paddle against his hand. He’d long ago accepted who he was, his dark cravings. Only one woman had been able to understand the man inside.

  Smack! Crack!

  “Oh!” Jerking up, she darted her head over her shoulder. “That felt good.”

  Pop! Slap!

  He smacked each ass cheek, moving back and forth.

  Crack! Pop! Slap! Smack!

  “Fuck. You’re good at this,” she managed, her arm flailing behind her.

  Riker grabbed her arm by the wrist, pushing it against the small of her back. “Don’t get out of position or we start again.”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  Pop! Crack!

  Panting, he wiped away sweat and continued, thrilled at the solid thudding sound, the way her ass cheeks reddened.

  Whap! Crack! Smack!

  “Oh!” Kiki dropped her head, gulping air. “I am bad.”

  “Yes, you are.”

  Pop! Crack!

  Smack! Slap!

  He rubbed her ass cheeks with the tips of his fingers, the move gentle, a simple caress. My God, he was so hard, so fucking horny.

  Smack! Crack! Pop!

  The punishment continued until his hunger was off the chain, creating a heavy wave of pain behind his temples. Dropping the paddle, he exhaled as he grabbed her hips. “I’m going to fuck you hard.”

  Kiki moaned and arched her back, pushing back her hips.

  Riker thrust the entire length of his cock inside, hissing as he dug his fingers into her skin. “Yes!”

  “You’re so big, baby.”

  Adrenaline coursing through every cell, he struggled to keep from shaking as he pulled out until just the tip was inside. He slammed into her again. And again. Moving harder and faster, he pummeled until the sound of skin slapping against skin overpowered their combine grunts and groans.

  She met every hard thrust with one of her own as she tossed her head back and forth. “Fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard.”

  Smack! Pop!

  He slapped his hand against the side of her buttocks as he continued, every thrust harder than the one before.

  Slap! Crack!

  The force pushed her hard against the comforter, but she struggled to shove back, to meet every demand. “Yes!”

  Smack! Whap!

  He knew there was no way to hold back any longer. Stars floated in front of his eyes as his balls filled with cum. Issuing a strangled yell, he rolled up onto the balls of his feet, using his powerful thigh muscles to control him, to allow him the control over her. When he could no longer focus or feel his legs, he let go, releasing. “Yes!”

  Riker was aware he’d been sleeping, could tell he was lying somewhere comfortable and warm. As he shifted, he heard someone else breathing and forced his eyes to open. The room was dark, not a stream of light coming from anywhere. He had to think about where he was and what had happened. Exhaling, he rolled his eyes as the memory flooded in. A damn bar. He’d been to a bar and picked up a girl.

  Turning his head, he could feel her breath dancing across his skin. Kiki. How could he forget? He had to admit, the time shared had been damn good, but he was disgusted with himself. This wasn’t what he wanted. The realization was sickening. The girl didn’t deserve anything bu
t respect and he was no man to give it. Not now. Not since…

  A lump formed in his throat and he swallowed several times, trying to alleviate the pressure. His head still ached but his heart was worse. His eyes adjusting to the darkness, he could make out her sleeping form. Her hair was splayed out over the pillows and she’d kicked the sheet almost all the way off. Reaching out, he rubbed her shoulder then pulled back, his mind reeling. Kiki. He had to wonder whether it was her real name. Then again, he hadn’t told her his name at all. There’d been no need.

  He sat up and swung his legs onto the floor. She was a nice girl, or so it seemed. What the hell had he been thinking? When he stood, he made a promise to himself that he was going to concentrate on work from now on. That was the single aspect of his life that was important.

  Riker managed to find his jeans and shirt, and as he finished dressing, she mumbled in her sleep. The sound was sweet, a gentle reminder that they’d been very close. After tucking in his shirt, he walked around the other side of the bed and watched her sleep for a few minutes. It was just after four thirty and while he debated waiting until later, he needed to get home, to be by himself.

  A cold chill slithered down his spine and he started to turn away, instead, grabbing the sheet and sliding the slick material up and over her shoulders. He tugged hair out of her face and shook his head. Yeah, this had been a mistake. Grabbing his jacket, he headed for the door, turning to listen for any sounds she’d awakened. Hearing nothing, he closed the door with a soft click.

  As he climbed onto his bike, he yanked his phone from his jacket pocket, studying the screen. Someone from the hangar had tried to call three times. Shit. What in the hell was going on? He lifted his head toward the mountains, sniffing for any sign of smoke. He could see or smell nothing.

  He pressed redial and waited before revving the engine. “Katie. What the hell is so urgent?” For Katie Myers, the captain’s assistant and one hell of an office manager, to be at the hangar this early meant there was an extreme emergency.