The Burn List

by Julia Devlin

  When the hell had this happened?

  Three months ago he’d gone to the club with Trevor and they’d taken Lukas’ date into one of the voyeur rooms and both fucked her silly. Lukas hadn’t even thought twice about it. But now he couldn’t bear the thought of his friend touching Abby.

  The door to the station opened and the conversation stopped. As if Lukas conjured her, Abby walked in. Surprised as hell to see her, he blinked, concern rising fast in his throat. “Abby, is everything okay?”

  She sauntered toward him, hips swaying in a black belted coat. “Sorry to drop in on you, but I was watching reruns of Rescue Meand saw girls did that sometimes.”

  Every guy around the table smiled.

  A small hesitant quiver touched her lips. “I need to talk to you.”

  A tickle of alarm crept up his neck. Abby was not given to impulsive drop bys. “Okay.”

  She glanced around to the other men and lowered her voice. “In private?”

  Trevor grinned at her. “Hey, Abby, how are you?”

  Abby nodded. “Good, thank you, and yourself?”

  “Are you looking forward to Saturday night?” Trevor asked, amusement clear in his tone.

  A faint blush stained her cheeks and her gaze darted on and off Lukas’ as though nervous. “Yeah, um, sure.”

  That didn’t sound sure, and Lukas’ worry burrowed in his stomach.

  “I think Charlie’s the only one you haven’t met,” Trevor said.

  Abby’s attention shifted to the dark-haired firefighter and clutched her coat. “It’s nice to meet you.”

  “We were just talking about you.” Charlie nodded, giving her a long, slow once-over before meeting her eyes.

  “Good things, I hope.” The flush deepened and she instinctively lowered her gaze. The guy had a sixth sense when it came to submissive females, and while they’d mainly skirted around the edges of domination, she had definite tendencies.

  Charlie chuckled. “Only the best, little Abby.”

  “That’s enough,” Lukas said with a distinct undercurrent of menace, rising from his chair and gripping her arm. “Come with me.”

  He walked her down a small corridor before finally pulling her into the tool room. He clicked the lock shut and turned to face her.

  She blinked as though in a daze. “What were they talking about?”

  “Forget them.” He waved a dismissive hand at the door. A million bad reasons for her visit came to mind and he asked, “Is something wrong?”

  “Yes.” Her expression gave nothing away.

  Lukas’ heart hammered in his chest and he went cold. “What is it?”

  “I think you should sit down.” She glanced at the work stool. “Please?”

  What the fuck was going on? He sat and crossed his arms over his chest.

  Never taking her eyes off him, she began to untie the knot at her waist. “The thing is, Lukas…”

  Blood racing, he nodded, urging her to continue.

  The coat dropped in a puddle at her feet and his jaw went slack. She stood before him, hands on her hips, in a very skimpy Catholic schoolgirl’s outfit. “I’ve been a very bad girl.”

  Relief, followed by white-hot lust, rolled through him. His cock immediately sprang to attention. Dressed in an unbuttoned white shirt that tied under her breasts to reveal her smooth, flat stomach, he thought he might die of desire just looking at her. The tiny blue-and-gray plaid skirt was so short, if she turned around, he wouldn’t be surprised if he could see the curve of her ass. White thigh-high tights and black Mary Janes completed the ensemble.

  Goddamn, she was so fucking unbelievable he wanted to fall to his knees and worship her.

  “I see.” Brain scrambled from lack of blood, it was all he could manage as he fought to get his bearings. Erection already hard enough to pound nails, he took a deep breath to keep from lunging and steadied himself. He knew what she needed and it wasn’t a drooling schoolboy. “Does someone need a good spanking?”

  She licked her pink, glossy lips. “I do.”

  Before he could react, she turned around and bent over the tool bench. With one hand, she flipped up the back of her skirt.

  He gulped. Bare-ass naked. Her pussy peeked out from between her legs and perfectly round butt.

  Hands clenched into fists, he worried his head might explode.

  She wiggled her hips a bit. “What are you going to do about it?”

  The statement broke his trance. He hopped up from the stool and placed an open palm on her bare lower back. “Does someone need to be taught a lesson?”

  She moaned and swayed invitingly back at him. “Yes.”

  He ran his hands up her thighs. “Open your legs wider.”

  Glancing back over her shoulder, she gave him the most carnal smile he’d ever seen. “Make me.”

  Holy mother of god, he was a dead man. He smacked her hard on the ass. “So, we’re going to play it that way?”

  “Oh yeah.”

  Teeth grinding, he fought the impulse to drive into her. He sent up a silent prayer that no calls came in and slapped one smooth cheek before soothing the rapidly heating flesh. He kicked her legs apart with his foot until her pussy was open and vulnerable. Fingers playing over her slick, swollen flesh, he asked, “Has someone been having impure thoughts?”

  He teased over her clit, barely skimming the surface, causing her to arch her back in an effort to deepen the contact.

  “Yes, I have.” She moaned, swaying into his touch.

  “And what would those be, little girl?”

  Shaking her head, she pushed her hips back.

  He stopped. Waited.

  Her head whipped around and her big brown eyes narrowed in a hard glare.

  He affixed a stern expression to his face hauled back his hand and smacked that delectable ass hard enough she jerked against the pain. He’d be worried about hurting her, but this last month had taught him his little Abby liked it rough. “Tell me. Or I’ll make your experience with the balls seem like child’s play.”

  “My neighbor,” she said in that breathy voice that drove him wild. “He’s driving me to distraction.”

  “And?”

  Another scowl, she thrust back. Testing.

  In answer, he raised one brow.

  She licked her lips. That full, gorgeous mouth was pure heaven. “All I can think about is how good he licks my pussy.”

  “I see. Like this?” He dived for her cunt, licking into her, thrusting his tongue in and out before flicking her clit over and over.

  “God yes, like that,” she said, rocking back on her heels to get closer.

  He sucked. Prodded. Tempted and tortured until she shook with the need to come.

  And then he denied her.

  “What else?” he demanded, rising to his full height.

  Hips moving in a seductive sway, she tried to tempt him into breaking. Despite the overwhelming need to take her, he had no intention of giving in to her silent demands.

  A strangled breath. “I think about him fucking me.”

  “Hmm…” Jaw aching from holding back, he delivered a series of hard, rapid slaps to her ass until they were both panting and she pushed into each blow. “Too bad you’re not ready to be fucked.”

  “Oh, I am.”

  “I don’t think so.” He circled her clit before plunging two fingers into her hot, wet depths. “You’ve been very naughty.”

  He kept his strokes shallow, and when her climax built, he backed off.

  She groaned, banging her fist on the wood of the bench.

  He yanked her up, and still standing behind her, undid the knot at her rib cage and spread the fabric to reveal her bare breasts. “You came here naked?”

  “Yes.”

  “You are a bad girl.” His bad girl. He ran his thumbs over the tips before dragging his knuckles up and down over her nipples.

  She strained, twisted. Rubbed her ass along his cock.

  One hand skimmed down her stomach, ov
er the curve of her hip then dipped into her pussy. On a low groan, he wet his fingers listening to her breathy moans until he couldn’t take it anymore. Slick with her arousal, he returned to her breasts, circling her puckered nipple. He repeated the motion with his other hand.

  When the hard buds were wet, he pinched and rolled, pulling her nipples until she screamed.

  He trailed a path down her stomach. “Open those legs wider.”

  She complied without hesitation.

  “Aren’t you a good girl.” He played with her, stroking her clit until she bowed under his hands. “My little slut.”

  Head falling back onto his chest, she squirmed. “Please, Lukas, I am so, so ready.”

  “Look at me.” His voice sounded foreign to his own ears.

  Her head titled up, eyes glazed over, cheeks flushed, full lips parted. Her beautiful face filled with passion, her expression open and trusting.

  “Mine.”

  “Yes.” A whispered admission.

  And just like that, the game was over.

  He spun her around and claimed her mouth in a hard, possessive kiss. She plastered herself to the length of his body, wrapping her arms around his neck while she gave back with wild abandon.

  Mouths fused, he needed closer. So much damn closer.

  He fisted her hair in his hand to anchor her in place.

  She unbuckled the belt of his pants and slid the zipper down, reaching into his boxer briefs where his cock strained. He broke the kiss, gripping her fingers and stopped her.

  In confusion, her brown eyes met his.

  Chest squeezing with unnamed emotions he shook his head. “You can’t touch me right now. Just let me inside.”

  Abby dropped her hand. Lukas’ dark, intense gaze stared down at her, making her heart pound so hard it might burst from her chest. Tucked into the elastic of her stockings, she pulled out a condom and pressed it into his hand.

  Without a word, he lifted her up on the tool bench, sheathed himself and drove into her with such force it took her breath away.

  Her head dropped back as her inner muscles clamped around his welcomed invasion.

  “Don’t come yet.” His voice was strained, hoarse.

  Every nerve was on fire, her body screamed for release. All she could promise was a meager, “I’ll try.”

  He moaned. “So hot and tight and wet.”

  Her back bowed and she met his thrusts. He stroked hard and sure. Cock dragging along every exquisitely sensitive spot she had until she fought the impending orgasm.

  “Do not come, Abby.” His demand only made her more desperate. More needy.

  He slowed his rhythm.

  The frantic desire abated but she tingled all over, poised on the very edge of exploding. He ground his hips, catching her clit on the upstroke. She pulled him close, wrapping her arms around his waist, digging her nails into his ass. Her muscles tightened around his shaft.

  He stilled. “Not yet. Jesus, your cunt feels good.”

  She throbbed. Pulsed. Sat on the brink of climax while his cock filled her and she willed her body to calm. The sound of their ragged breathing filled the small room.

  Meeting his eyes, she pleaded, “Lukas.”

  Something dark and untamed passed across his face. He slammed into her with one brutal thrust.

  She bowed, a cry ripping from her throat. She was invaded. Possessed. Utterly claimed. And she loved every second of it.

  He gripped her neck. “Watch.”

  She obeyed without question, staring down at his cock plunging deep into her pussy. Something broke between them, pushing her beyond her control. Beyond reason.

  He drove harder. More ruthlessly than ever before. His forehead pressed against hers. “So fucking good, Abby.”

  The sounds of their bodies slapping together, the wet suctioning as he fucked her, the smell of sex filling the air was all too much.

  She shook. “I can’t wait.”

  “Now.” On a grunt, he quickened his already frenzied pace.

  The orgasm coiled hot and tight in her belly. She exploded. Intense waves of pleasure racked through her with such force she screamed. His mouth crashed onto hers, swallowing her cries. The contractions went on and on, milking his cock as she lost herself in the climax.

  He shuddered and came, breaking the kiss with a low, harsh growl against her lips.

  Air humid with the sweat of their bodies and frantic fucking, she panted for breath. For sanity. Something indefinable shifted and clicked into place inside her.

  Before she could examine it too closely, Lukas lifted his head, his brown eyes assessing. “Don’t ever do that to me again.”

  “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come,” she said on a puff of air. Maybe showing up at his work hadn’t been the best idea. She’d thought a long time about the role-playing item on her list and decided this was one fantasy she wanted to take control of. Lukas had done so many great things she’d wanted to give something back, so she’d concocted her plan.

  Dark brows drew together. “What are you talking about?”

  “Aren’t you mad I came to your work?”

  “Are you kidding me? Feel free to show up in any costume you want.” He grinned, and her apprehension melted away. He lowered his voice. “Shit, come in a burlap sack, I don’t care.”

  “So what am I never supposed to do again?”

  “Scare the shit out of me. The way you came in here, I thought something terrible had happened.” He pulled out, tossing the condom in a nearby trash can.

  She slid off the tool bench, smoothing the miniscule skirt back into place. “How about this? I’ll give you a signal. If I show up in a sweat suit, no makeup and my hair in a ponytail, you’re screwed.”

  He laughed. “Good plan.”

  The tension gone from his face, he looked relaxed and happy. Eyes bright, his broad smile with its lone dimple made him almost boyish. Completely adorable. No longer the unobtainable sex god, bad boy—he was just Lukas. Hers.

  He trailed one long finger along her jaw.

  Her chest tightened. The truth hit her like a ton of bricks.

  She loved him.

  Now what?

  Chapter Ten

  Abby was in hell. Pure hell.

  The devil himself couldn’t have devised torture this effective.

  Her dad frowned across the table at Lukas. “So you don’t have a backup plan?”

  “Dad!” Abby shook her head, appalled. This was a disaster. Her conservative father hadn’t stopped obsessing on Lukas’ career for the last twenty minutes.

  Lukas smiled cordially. “Nope, I’ll cross that bridge if I come to it.”

  The guy was a trooper, she’d give him that. He’d taken all the questions with a good-natured affability. At least her mom had been charmed.

  She’d have been more help in keeping her dad in line only she was preoccupied with counting how many mimosas Eden had slugged back in the last hour.

  “Personally,” Eden said, a dazzling smile highlighting her perfectly white teeth, “I love a man who’s spontaneous.”

  Her mother wasn’t the only charmed one.

  Abby crossed her arms protectively over her chest. As her sister became increasingly tipsy, she’d become increasingly flirtatious until she all but fawned over Lukas.

  It was sickening.

  Lukas had politely ignored it, but really, how could he not be smitten with Eden? All men were. She was like a siren’s song, impossible not to fall deep in lust with.

  It didn’t matter that she had no depth to her personality, or that her choice in a career was her next sugar daddy, or even that she had a tiny drinking problem. Nope, none of that mattered when she looked like that.

  “It’s a dangerous job, a backup plan would be prudent.” Bob Simmons scratched his salt-and-pepper head and looked as though he was calculating some complex mathematical equation. He was an actuary, assessing risk was in his blood, but still, it was beyond humiliating.

  Lukas
’ fingers crept under her hair and settled on the curve of her neck. “I’m very careful, sir.”

  Her father opened his mouth, but Abby held up a hand. “That’s enough, Dad. Not everyone has a five-year plan.”

  “Well, a little danger never hurt anyone,” Eden purred, fluttering thick, sooty lashes. “I think you’re very brave.” She shifted her attention to Abby, a smirk on her full, pouty lips. “Really, how’d a bookworm like you manage to catch such a daredevil? You’re so…careful.”

  It wasn’t a compliment, and despite her best efforts, Abby felt the sting.

  Lukas’ thigh pressed against hers. “Abby is the smartest, most interesting woman I know.”

  Abby shifted in her chair and tried with all her heart to push back the insecurities threatening to overtake her. But at the moment she fought a losing battle. If only Eden didn’t push all her buttons. If only Eden wasn’t a carbon copy of the type of woman Abby had seen traipsing down Lukas’ sidewalk a million times.

  Miserable, Abby’s throat tightened. All that hard work over the past six weeks evaporated like a mirage. The corners of her eyes stung. She wouldn’t cry now. She’d wait until later. When she was alone.

  Eden flashed another sly smile. “Everyone knows Abby is the brains in the family.”

  Her mother patted Abby’s hand. “We’re very proud of all Abby has accomplished.”

  Abby offered her mom a shaky tilt of her lips.

  “All those numbers.” Eden laughed. “So boring, but at least you get paid decent.”

  Abby shrugged, all her pithy, sarcastic comebacks dying in her throat. It didn’t matter, it wasn’t worth it. She couldn’t compete, so she didn’t try. All she wanted was to fade into the woodwork until this horrible brunch was over.

  Which shouldn’t be difficult, she felt beyond invisible.

  To think, this morning when she’d put on a new red-and-pink print sundress, she’d thought she looked nice, pretty. But now, in the face of her sister, all she could think about was how frumpy she looked.

  Never one to miss making an entrance, Eden had arrived twenty minutes late. Long waves of copper-gold hair set off her tanned skin and big green eyes as perfectly as her white halter dress set off her size-two figure. There hadn’t been a man in the room who hadn’t stopped to gape.