Dallas Fire & Rescue: Flashpoint (Kindle Worlds Novella) (Cowboys on the Edge Book 4)

by Delilah Devlin

  “Since he’s going to be a chip off the old block,” he said lazily, “I’ll do just fine. He’ll be stacking his blocks in the corner before he’s one.”

  She approached him and wound her arms around his middle. “And if she’s more interested in coloring the walls than any old coloring book?”

  “I keep cans of paint in the storage shed out back. I’ll wait until she creates another masterpiece before I cover it up.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “Want to change? I’ll get you something to cold to drink.”

  Diana began unbuttoning her white, short-sleeved shirt and walked toward the French doors. “Can dinner wait just a little while?” she said, her voice nearly purring.

  Troy’s cock twitched. He reached for the burner and turned off the flame. “Thinking about a swim?” he drawled and reached behind his neck to grip his tee and pull it over his head. When his sight was cleared, he found Diana’s gaze flickering over his chest. He loved the way she looked at him. Like he was a slice of her favorite triple-chocolate cake.

  She opened the back door and dropped the shirt on the flagstone patio as she stepped outside.

  Troy unbuttoned his jeans and shoved them and his boxers down, then hopped on one foot then the other to free his feet.

  Her laughter rang out as she turned and ran toward the pool. At the edge, she paused, unzipped her narrow black skirt, and let it fall to the ground. Standing in just her panties and bra, she dove into the water.

  Troy plunged right behind her, catching her before she surfaced, turning her then surfacing with her held inside his arms. He quickly stripped away her bra and panties, then gripped her hips and lifted her. She wound her legs around his waist and cradled his cheeks between her hands. Sunlight glinted on the diamond ring on her finger, and he clutched her hand, turned it and kissed the ring he’d placed there just a month ago. “Welcome home, Mrs. Barlow.”

  “Not yet,” she said with a waggle of her eyebrows. Then she gripped his shoulders and wiggled until the tip of his cock was centered between her folds. Slowly, she lowered herself.

  From cool water to warm sheath, the sensations that surrounded his cock was pure heaven.

  She tilted her head. “Do you think we made her in this pool?”

  “Could be,” he said, palming her ass and moving her up and down his shaft. “Or it could have been that time in we did it in my truck outside the bar. Or on the kitchen table.”

  “Ooh, the table,” she said. “I liked that. Who knew warm mashed potatoes would feel so good there?”

  Troy laughed and moved her faster, their bodies churning the water between them.

  Diana giggled and leaned closer, wrapping both arms around his shoulders. “Do you think the neighbors can hear?”

  “Probably.”

  She wrinkled her nose. “Maybe we should move inside?”

  “Planning on getting loud?”

  “Maybe.”

  He kissed the tip of her nose and lifted her off his cock, wincing as chill surrounded him again.

  They didn’t bother retrieving their clothes, or worrying about the mess they left as they ran through the house and pounced on the middle of the bed.

  Troy encircled her slim body with his arms and kissed her, savoring her flavor and the warmth of her body. He held everything important in his life right there inside his arms. “No regrets?” he whispered.

  Her smile was warm. Her eyes filled with love. She scraped her fingertips through his scalp and then raked them down his shoulders and back. “What do you think?”

  “Just making sure. You changed everything for me.”

  “I was past ready to make some changes, Troy. You were the right man and it was the right time.”

  He grunted. “So if some other hot firefighter had hoisted your over his shoulder…”

  She shook her head. “He wouldn’t have had your smile or that wicked gleam in his eyes. I needed you. Exactly you.”

  He gave her a hard kiss, thankful for her answer, and knowing every word was true. She was the exact person he’d needed. Mature. Ready for what’s next. And needful of a playful partner. He could be himself with her.

  That they were both pretty good at fucking was a huge plus. He moved back and rolled her to her belly, then forcefully lifted her hips. She let him handle her, not anticipating what he wanted, simply moving when he shifted her. He stuffed two pillows under her hips to raise her bottom, then bent to ply her sex with licks and thrusts.

  With his fingers deep inside her slick pussy and his tongue toggling her clit, he was pretty much the happiest man on the planet. He thumbed her other entrance, the one she was still so shy about him touching.

  Sure enough, she gasped and stiffened.

  “Someday,” he growled, and continued to rub it. He didn’t dare penetrate her today, but the fact she wasn’t squirming away was progress.

  She widened her knees and tilted her hips to give him better access to her clit. “Troy?”

  He paused flicking her with his tongue. “Yes, baby girl?”

  “I don’t want to come like this,” she said her voice tight.

  And he understood. Since her hormones had starting going haywire, she needed more intimacy. She liked fucking face-to-face with more tenderness than energy these days.

  He was okay with that, knowing they’d have plenty of years to continue to evolve together. He had no doubts they’d learn to be quicker once children interfered with their lovemaking. He looked forward to stealing moments in the mudroom, with her bent over the warm, tumbling dryer while he took her from behind—multitasking at its finest.

  But right now, she needed to be held and cherished. Something he was up for any time of day or night. Withdrawing, he stripped away the pillows and sent them flying, then rolled her, crawling steadily upward as she opened her legs and her arms. He slid slowly inside her.

  She rubbed her cheek against his, then bit down hard on his ear.

  “Ouch!” He drew away, surprised she’d actually hurt him.

  Her eyebrows were lowered. Her lips pursed in a pout.

  “Did I do something wrong?”

  “You’re doing it again.”

  “What?”

  “Being gentle.”

  “I thought you liked this.”

  “I like seeing you when I come. But I like your…energy,” she spat. “Isn’t it just like a man? The minute he gets that old ring on his girl’s finger all the fireworks are gone.”

  She raised her chin, and he knew what she was doing—stoking the fire, trying to push him to the flashpoint where his libido ignited. “But you cried last night when we made love.”

  “And today, do you see a tear in my eye?”

  He shook his head. “I don’t get you.”

  “And you won’t,” she said, gripping his ears and holding his head just above hers to look him in the eyes. “I love everything you bring, Troy. But I can’t tell you who I’ll be from one moment to the next. I’m changing. Last night, I needed comfort. Right now, I want my dirty fireman.”

  He felt her inner muscles constrict around his cock. His heartbeat thudded dully in his ears. “I’ll give you whatever you want, girl. Just give me a clue. I’m there.”

  “I want all that lovely muscle working hard,” she said, then leaned up, nipped his lower lip and tugged it as she fell back to the mattress.

  He growled deep in his throat then pushed up to kneel between her legs. He thrust his arms beneath her bent knees and lifted her ass off the mattress. “Put me inside you.”

  Her mouth curved, and she reached down to place the head of his cock between her folds. She was slow to withdraw her hands from his shaft, a fact that nearly killed his control.

  “Play with your tits,” he rasped.

  While she tugged and twisted her pretty pink nipples, he went to work, giving her slow, measured thrusts then deeper, grinding strokes, changing the rhythm and the depth, keeping her on the edge, but never letting her come.

  “Bastard,”
she said, giving her nips a hard twist.

  “Play with your clit, girl.”

  She reached and pulled a pillow behind head, then made a big show of trailing her fingertips down her belly. When she stretched the top of her folds to expose her hard little nubbin, she let him see, rubbing it until it was cherry red.

  “Wish that was in my mouth now,” he gritted out.

  She pointed two fingers and raised them. He bent and swallowed them, licking to leave sufficient moisture. Then she rubbed her clit, her eyelids drifting downward as her pleasure escalated.

  He loved watching her come apart almost as much as he loved pounding her pussy, making her shake and whimper. Her little noises made him feel invincible. Made him impossibly harder, until he widened his arms, bringing her hips closer to his, and pistoned like a jackhammer, holding his breath as he strained. “Now, baby,” he gasped. “Fuck! Come now!”

  Her back arched so hard only the crown of her head remained on the mattress. As she went rigid, he shouted, come spurting deep, his balls emptying as he slowed his thrusts, slapping her each time his groin met hers.

  When at last she rolled her head to stare up at him, he sighed and dropped her knees. He fell over her, keeping the weight of his torso supported on his elbows. Still breathing hard, he bent to give her a quick, scooping kiss. “That good enough for you?” he asked, arching a brow.

  She drew a deep breath through her nostrils and quickly nodded her head. “You got it right. This time.”

  Troy grinned and rolled to his side, waiting as she tucked her body close to his, sliding a thigh between his and resting her head on his bicep. “Thank you,” she whispered.

  He glanced down and realized she’d changed again. He petted her shoulder, the side of her hip. He kissed her forehead. “You’re going to be the crazy pregnant lady, aren’t you?” he teased.

  “Just be ready when I want you to make that midnight run to the grocery store for pickles and ice cream.”

  “Whatever makes you happy,” he said, kissing her cheek.

  “You make me happy,” she whispered. “It’s a miracle, really.”

  He tucked his thumb under her chin and raised her face until their gazes met. “The miracle is us. We’re exactly the people each of us needed. Gonna be happy here for the rest of your life?”

  Tears welled in her green eyes, and she placed her hand over his heart. “Whatever happens, knowing you’ll always love me is everything I need.”

  Silently, he vowed to always make sure she knew she was loved. He’d give her a house full of kids and good memories to last a lifetime. If he left this earth before her, she’d never feel alone. With his chest filling with warmth, he pulled her closer for a kiss.

  About Delilah Devlin

  Delilah Devlin is a New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author of erotica and sexy romance with a rapidly expanding reputation for writing deliciously edgy stories with complex characters. She has published over a hundred sixty erotic stories in multiple genres and lengths, and she is published by Atria/Strebor, Avon, Berkley, Black Lace, Cleis Press, Ellora’s Cave, Grand Central, Harlequin Spice, HarperCollins: Mischief, Kensington, Kindle, Kindle Worlds, Montlake Romance, Running Press, and Samhain Publishing.

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  If you love a suspense with your sexy heroes, check out Delilah’s UNCHARTED SEALS series:

  Watch Over Me

  Navy SEAL Deke Warrick’s unsanctioned detail is to keep tabs on a congressman’s daughter while she vacations in the Caribbean. He’s determined to keep his distance from the beautiful Nicky Martir, but finds his limits tested when Nicky sets out to seduce him. What seemed like a simple mission becomes deliciously complicated—and then dangerous, when she’s snatched from their hotel room.

  Her Next Breath

  Ex-SEAL Jackson “Jax” Keller’s first mission with the Charter Group’s spec ops unit is a bust. Instead of capturing a drug lord in his Mexican compound, he finds a beautiful, naked woman. But she may have information they need to nail the narco-terrorist, so he takes her, sealing his fate. She’s his to watch, his to “manage” until the op’s done.

  Suri McAnally’s made some mistakes—mainly trusting her college roomie who just so happens to be the son of one of Mexico’s most dangerous drug lords. If Jackson can save her, she’ll do whatever he says, mirror his moves, and try to keep her insta-lust under control. Her next breath depends on it.

  Through Her Eyes

  Ex-SEAL and expert sniper, Wolf Kinkaid, is taking a little downtime while he considers his options. Being wooed by two elite black ops groups, he’s enjoying Charter Group’s beach house while he considers his options. A loner by nature as well as occupation, he wonders if he’ll ever really connect to the people around him. Afraid his loner nature will sentence him to spending his life alone, he’s not sure he wants to continue looking down a scope, even if the pay’s good.

  Bounty hunter Piper Ames loves the adrenaline rush she gets from her high-stakes hunts, but now, she has time on her hands as she waits for her collar to pop up his head so she can take him down. While she’s waiting, it doesn’t hurt that a big, buff, ex-military type is staying right next door. Not the least shy about going after what she wants, she’s surprised when he’s equally as aggressive. Their chemistry is off the charts, and the sex is the hottest she’s ever had.

  While Wolf and Piper connect in the only way their independent natures allow, danger lurks. When her target comes, guns blazing, they have to pull together to make it out alive.

  Dream of Me

  After losing her partner and lover in a shootout, New Orleans police officer Aislin Dupree is tormented by memories of the past and the day she lost Marc LeBrun. At her darkest hour, she discovers that Marc had planned a romantic getaway on a Caribbean island before his death. All expenses paid. She decides to take the trip, hoping the island getaway will help her come to terms with her sorrow. Instead, she meets a man, a friend of Marc’s from his time served as Navy SEAL.

  Sam Blalock is like Marc in so many ways that he makes her ache for what she once had. Strong, rugged Sam is her rock, holding her when she breaks, encouraging her to move on, because he knows about the pain of loss and the horror of violence all too well. She soon finds her waking hours consumed by Sam while she roams her dreams in search of Marc. As the time approaches for her to go home, she’s afraid to let go of the connection she’s found, and she fears she might be holding onto Sam for all the wrong reasons while she imagines another reality where dreams do come true.

  Baby, It’s You

  Carter Vance, Jr. stands at the fork in the road. Wounded in action, the Navy SEAL has a decision to make: whether to find work with a spec ops unit, or return to his family ranch in Texas and repair his fractured relationship with his dying father and the woman he wronged. Complicating the decision is his reignited attraction to Melanie Schaeffer and his confusion over his feelings for his dead brother’s little girl, whom Melanie has raised since his brother’s and her sister’s deaths by a terrorist’s bomb.

  Before We Kiss

  Navy SEAL, William “Wiley” Coyote, should have known his “piece of cake” assignment would go sideways in a hurry. But he’d been lured by the promise of an all-expenses-paid cruise. A nice “fluffy” assignment after the last one spent escorting freighters through pirate-infested waters in the Strait of Hormuz.

  A general’s daughter, Poppy Shackleford, wasn’t some spoiled daughter of a man made famous for defeating insurgent forces. She’d endured her own tragedies—the loss of her mother when she was young and her father stationed in Afghanistan, and the loss of her fiancé after he’d sustained wounds in Iraq—not from the physical wounds that had claimed his two l
egs—he’d taken his own life. His death was why Poppy was involved in Soldiers’ Sanctuary, a non-profit that helped disabled soldiers adjust to their new circumstances. Her mission in life is to see that no veteran of war would ever feel so alone, so hopeless he’d choose her dead fiancé’s path. Which was why, despite the current threats against her father, she was on this cruise, assessing the ship’s ability to accommodate the soldiers rather than sending a surrogate.

  However, the first threat doesn’t come from terrorists with an axe to grind. Mexican banditos stop her tour bus heading toward Mayan ruins to shake down the passengers for their money and belongings. When one snaps a picture of her, he soon figures out there’s a much bigger payday. She knows she’s going to be kidnapped, but she didn’t know someone was on that same tour bus who had her back.

  Wiley’s unconventional takedown of her would-be kidnappers exposes the fact her father didn’t honor her wishes to fly under the radar. And now that the cat’s out of the bag, Wiley’s made it clear he’s moving into her suite for the rest of their time at sea to keep her out of harm’s way.

  And look for Hard Man to Love, the next cruise ship romance, coming soon…