Firestorm

by Monette Michaels

  She shivered under his touch. "Yes-s-s. I haven't had sex in a while and I'm clean."

  "Never doubted that." He placed a light, nibbling kiss on her mound and smiled at her full-body shudder. She was so responsive. "I've never had sex without protection and I get tested regularly and am also clean."

  "No condom." She touched his head as he nuzzled her stomach. "I want to feel you, just you, in me."

  "And you'll have me…after you come on my tongue again." Then he began all over again, licking around her opening, occasionally sticking his tongue inside. She tasted good.

  He hadn't lied earlier—he loved orally pleasuring a woman. Loved everything about it—the feel of the silky vaginal tissue on his tongue; the hardening of her tiny nub as it grew and responded to his suckling; and his lover's screams of pleasure as he suckled, teethed, and licked her clit and folds. He especially loved sinking his cock into a woman after he'd given her more than one orally induced orgasm. There was nothing better in life than a woman's tight, warm, silky channel squeezing him tightly as he thrust his way to orgasm. And, if he could give her another one or two while he was finding his pleasure, all the better.

  What was even better about sex with Tara was it would be with the woman he loved and who'd be his partner and, some day, the mother of his children.

  "Price!" Tara screamed as she arched even more off the bed and almost dislodged his hands from her ass. "Fuck, oh, fuck." She clutched at the sheets as she twisted on her shoulders and turned her head from side to side, her eyes closed as she panted and muttered curses through her third and strongest orgasm.

  Price hummed as he licked and sucked to prolong her pleasure. When she beat on the mattress with the flat of one hand and pleaded, "Stop, please. I need you in me."

  Raising his head, he found her pleasure-dazed gaze on him. Her lips were swollen and red where she'd chewed them as she came. Giving her a smile, he kissed the inside of each thigh, lowered her ass to the bed, then arranged her legs around his hips.

  Taking her hands in his, he pulled her to a sitting position and closer to him, until his cock touched her lower abdomen.

  "Arms on my shoulders, firefly." He leaned in and kissed her lips, just a taste. "And hold on."

  She gave him a quizzical look, but did as he asked. "Now what?"

  "Now, I put my cock in you." He braced her lower back with his hand and used his other hand to notch the purpled head into her tight, but very wet opening. Then he guided her onto his erection, slowly and surely.

  Her sharp inhale had him stopping. Her eyes were closed and her expression was strained. Keeping his voice low and soothing, he asked, "You okay, Tara?"

  "Yes…no…I don't know." She opened her eyes and looked at him. "I'm sorry. I want you, but—" A tear slid from the corner of one eye.

  "No need to be sorry. I know you want me and am so fucking lucky that you do." He kissed away the tear and placed light kisses over her face, his hands gentle on her body. "Any bad memories?"

  She shrugged, the movement caused his cockhead to move inside her opening. He forced himself not to groan, not to move. He'd be a fucking statue until she decided whether she could go on or not.

  He'd survive. All that was important was her.

  "You control this, sweetheart." He smoothed a hand up and down the tight muscles in her back. "We can stop—"

  "No." She grasped his shoulders and held onto him. "It's just that—" She shook her head and sighed. "I love you, Price."

  "And I love you." He leaned in and lightly traced her mouth with his tongue. "You're safe with me."

  "I know," she whispered against his lips, then flicked her tongue over his mouth. "Kiss me?"

  "Fuck, yeah." He took her mouth, loving it gently, until she tightened her arms around his neck and pulled his head to her. Then he kissed her with all the love and desire in him.

  Her fingers cupping his head, Tara returned his hungry kisses, nipping and sucking on his lips and capturing his tongue with hers. Her body told him she was ready. Her cream coated the head of his cock and Tara's movements to get closer to him caused his erection to slip into her opening even more.

  Price groaned low in his throat as her opening constricted around him. It was all he could do not to thrust into her all at once, lay her flat, and pound away. But he wouldn't do that.

  Whatever had made her freeze was gone for the time being, but could come back in an instant. This first time—hell, more than just this time—he'd have to be certain she was with him, and not thrown into a bad memory where she was held down by an aggressive male who'd only wanted the sex act.

  "Tara, you with me, sweetheart?" He kissed her forehead and her cheeks and finally the tip of her nose.

  "Yes." She moved her hips until he was fully lodged inside her. "Make love to me, píítaa."

  "God, you feel so good, so tight around me." He touched his forehead to hers and didn't move even though his dick throbbed and begged to be let off the choke chain he'd mentally placed on it. "Keep your eyes on me."

  "Price—" She stroked the back of his neck, a sensation both soothing and arousing.

  His cock jerked inside her. He groaned as her muscles squeezed him in response. He barely managed not to come. But one more move like that and all bets would be off. He'd been hard and fighting off shooting his second load of the evening since watching her experience the first orally induced orgasm.

  "I know you," she whispered against his mouth. "You're the man who gave me indescribable pleasure. You are the only man in this bed. Take me. Fill me with your seed, píítaa."

  Shifting the hand on her lower back to below her shoulders, he placed his other hand on her ass and began thrusting, slowly at first. Watching her closely, he increased his speed when her eyes began to blaze with passion.

  "That's it, baby." He nuzzled her throat and nipped the sensitive spot where her neck joined her shoulder. "Come on, come with me."

  "I…I can't." She turned to lick his ear, then nibbled it.

  When he rotated his hips the next time he thrust into her, her half-closed eyes flew open and she breathed out a moaning, "Oh, shit."

  He laughed and began to grind against her pubic bone with each thrust inside her, but knew she needed more. "Rub your clit, Tara. Now."

  She pulled one hand from his neck and inserted it between their bodies and rubbed as instructed. "Oh, lord. I'm…Price?"

  Price held her to him as he pumped into her even faster and more forcefully. Tara cried out as she came, throaty cries that pierced his very soul. Her inner muscles clamped down on his cock, strangling and massaging it at the same time. When she leaned in and bit his shoulder, he came, the roars of his pleasure echoing off the ceiling beams.

  As he rode out the waning orgasmic waves, he leaned in and nipped her neck once again. She arched, taking him even more fully inside her as she cried out, a breathy scream that quickly disintegrated into moans and whimpers.

  His cock twitched and her sex squeezed him in the orgasmic downward spiral.

  "Jesus, now I understand why the French call it the little death," Tara muttered against his throat.

  Price chuckled. "We're alive. I can testify." He kissed the hair above her ear and murmured, "I've never felt more alive or happier in my life. I love you, Tara Nightwalker. I'm grateful for your trust and—your love."

  Tara lifted her head and massaged his neck and upper back with both hands. "Thank you for making me feel beautiful and desired, and for giving me more pleasure than I ever thought possible." She cupped his face and gave him a firm, deep kiss, then leaned back. "You are a gift, one I will never take for granted. I love you, píítaa."

  "I feel the same." And he'd do everything he could to keep her safe. One did not throw away a gift from God.

  Chapter 14

  Thursday, June 11th

  Tara woke up naked as the day she was born with Price wrapped around her, her bottom cradled against his thighs.

&
nbsp; Last evening, after the fabulous and, for her, life-changing sex, she and Price had shared a shower. Then they'd hopped into bed, still nude, and eaten fruit and cheese and drank wine while watching the professional hockey playoffs. For the first time in her life, she'd felt sexy, beautiful, and loved.

  Yes, they'd slept next to each other for almost a week, but falling asleep naked was a whole other experience. Waking up that way was proving to be an even better one, because he was hard and she was wet. And she wanted him inside her badly, but didn't want to wake him. The man had worked hard to give her pleasure, the least she could do was let him get his rest before asking him to give her pleasure again.

  Softly, she murmured, "Price…are you awake?"

  His answer was to nudge her bottom with his cock.

  She giggled and began to turn over, but stopped when he cupped her breast and held her against him. He kissed her shoulder and thumbed the nipple of the breast he held. The callused skin of his thumb was extra-stimulating and her areola was stiff and aching in a matter of seconds.

  "Good morning, sweetheart." He nipped the ball of her shoulder then licked it. "Are you sore?"

  Shivering from his touch and kisses, she shook her head. "No."

  Moving his hand, he skimmed down her front and slipped a finger over her mons. "You're wet." He hummed, a sound of pleasure that sent a wave of love and need over her. "You want me to love you, baby?"

  "Yes, please." The word came out on a gasp as he swept his finger back and forth over her clitoral hood. "I need you."

  "Then I'm yours." Holding her in place on her side, Price lifted her top leg and placed it over his hip, opening up the access to her pussy. "I'm going to take you from behind. I'll do all the work. All you have to do is hold on and feel."

  "God, yes." Tara rested her head against his shoulder, then turned her face to kiss and lick the underside of his jaw as he bent over her. Their heights were perfect for this position. His cock lined up perfectly with her opening and before she had taken two more breaths he was inside.

  And then he remained still. She nudged him with her butt. "Move."

  He chuckled. "Not yet. Just feel." He peppered kisses down the side of her face, along her throat and onto the top of her shoulder. "I love you squeezing my cock. Feel me pulsing inside you?"

  "Yeah." She raised her top arm and cupped the back of his neck and pulled his lips to hers. "Kiss me?"

  "You never have to ask." Price's voice was low and husky with his need. "Everything I have is yours—my home, my body, my love. Just take what you need, Tara."

  So she took. Thrusting her tongue into his mouth, she kissed him with every bit of love and need inside her. After a few seconds, he growled low in his throat and took control of the kiss, tangling her tongue with his and claiming her mouth. Then he began to thrust, his hand holding her lower body to his so she couldn't move away.

  As he'd promised, he did all the work. All she could do was kiss him back, hold on, and pray that she'd survive the soaring heat and ecstasy he was giving her.

  The buildup was excruciating, pleasure just short of being painful. If Price hadn't been kissing her, giving her his breath, she wasn't sure she could even breathe.

  Her orgasm came out of nowhere like a tornado. The waves of pleasure swept her up so high she wasn't sure she'd ever come down. But she did—and when she did, Price was there, holding her safely in his arms as he quaked, shuddered, and groaned through his own climax.

  In the aftermath, they curled into one another, their bodies cooling from the heat generated by their lovemaking, hearts pounding as they both sought to find their breath.

  "That's the way I'd like to start our days from now on," Price whispered over her ear. "If that's okay with you."

  "Yes." She wiggled and he released her. She turned to place her arms over his shoulders.

  "Then that's exactly what we'll do." He kissed the tip of her nose.

  "I love you more each second I spend with you. I think my soul recognized you almost instantly. My heart soon followed. It just took my head a little longer." Tara gave his chin a kiss, then laid her head on his shoulder and snuggled into him, front to front.

  Inhaling their combined scents, she sighed. "This is what heaven must be like."

  "Yeah." Price rubbed his beard-roughened jaw over the top of her head and held her until the dawning of the day intruded.

  * * * *

  "You're what?" Price stopped shaving and looked at Tara as she stood in front of the other sink braiding her hair.

  They'd just taken a long, hot shower—and he wasn't referring to the water temperature. It was hot, because she sucked his cock after giving him a thorough and erotic washing with her soap-covered hands. Of course, he'd returned the favor by going down on her. Between the morning bed-sex and the clean-up shower sex, his day had begun on a wonderful note.

  Now…this.

  Tara gave him a look. "I'm going back to work. I do work, you know."

  Her tone of voice held a warning note and a lot of exasperation.

  "You're barely healed."

  He didn't add the words "from an attack by a stranger who wanted to rape and kill you and now you want to put yourself out there while another unknown perpetrator wants to kill you and yet another wants to kidnap, torture, rape, and most likely kill you." A man with three sisters learned early on to never, ever point out the obvious unless you wanted your ass handed to you.

  "I'm healed." She smiled, the smile of a sexually satisfied woman. "Last night and this morning should've proved that."

  Yeah, but he'd gone easy on her. With each position, she'd either been supported by the bed or his hands and arms. He'd withheld the full force of his power when he'd made love to her, because she wasn't healed enough, mentally or physically, for the kind of raunchy sex he liked. He had a plan to ease her into his favorite kind of sex so as not to trigger her PTSD. Last night had been stage one, showing her she could trust him with her body. It sure as fuck didn't prove she was one hundred percent fit to do her normal patrols. Her job was often very physical and involved dealing with drunk or drugged park visitors or trespassers like the meth-cooking assholes who'd taken his sister Fee hostage in April.

  "Tara—"

  "I'm going to work, Price." She walked over to him, took the razor from his hand, and finished shaving the little bit of jawline he hadn't gotten to yet. Picking up the warm washcloth, she cleaned off the excess shaving cream. Then she stroked his face. "There, all smooth and clean." She sniffed his skin. "And yummy smelling"—a little lick along the same path—"tasty, too."

  Emitting a growling "Fuck me," Price pulled her into his arms. The towel she'd wrapped around her body after their shower fell to the floor. Her naked breasts now rubbed his chest. His cock sprang to life against her stomach as if he hadn't already come twice this morning. He took her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss.

  She returned the kiss eagerly. With dueling tongues, they kissed until Price pulled back and held her away from him with a firm, but gentle grip on her upper arms.

  Breathing hard, he said, "If you want to get out of this house, then we'd better stop now. Because every time I kiss you, I want to be in you."

  "When you kiss me, I want you in me, too." She shuddered. "You make me hot and achy." She slid her hand from his naked waist to stroke his erection covered by the towel wrapped around his hips. "Does that mean you're not going to argue with me about going on patrol in the park today?"

  "Yeah, because I'm going with you. I'll get someone to cover physical training with the new operatives." Price rested his cheek against the side of her head.

  * * * *

  Four hours later, Nez Perce-Clearwater National Forest

  So far, Tara's patrol had been uneventful to the point of boring. She'd issued one speeding ticket and one citation for a dragging tail pipe that could've sparked a fire in the overly dry forest. If this was what most of her days on patrol were like, Price w
asn't sure how she survived the tedium, especially after her days of flying jets and then training as a smokejumper. His Tara was a high-octane sort of woman.

  "We gonna stop and eat soon?" he asked from his position in the passenger seat of Tara's patrol vehicle, a Jeep 4x4.

  It had been a long time since they'd eaten breakfast at the Lodge. Before leaving the house, they'd decided not to share their engagement with their friends just yet—and also had decided to wait to tell their families until they had more details in place. While Price would've been happy to get married as soon as possible at the County Clerk's Office, he knew Tara wasn't quite ready to make decisions on where and when to get married. Besides, he had what he'd wanted—she was living with him where he could protect and care for her and she'd agreed to marry him. He was a damn lucky guy.

  "Yeah as soon as I check this one access trail. DJ told me this morning over breakfast that she'd thought there might be someone camping in this area, but the growth is so thick she couldn't take the chopper in closer to see if it was just trash someone had left or an actual camp."

  After the sniper attack, Ren had obtained approval for SSI personnel to fly patterns over the federal lands bordering Sanctuary, looking for anything out of place. Sanctuary land was protected by a state-of-the-art three-dimensional security perimeter which Tweeter, Keely, and their tech staff monitored in the Bat Cave located under the Lodge. So far, SSI's air patrols had reported three illegal camp sites and two fires in the park to the ranger station in Elk City; no suspicious activity had been found on Sanctuary lands. Ren planned to keep up the perimeter air patrols until the culprits behind the attacks on Tara and SSI personnel were caught.

  "Trash or camp, either way you have to check," Price said.

  "Yeah. Trash violates the 'leave no trace' rules and camping outside established camping areas is forbidden during a burn ban." Her fingers tightened on the steering wheel indicating she was pissed at the mere idea that someone had violated either rule. "Whichever it is, I hope there's something that can help identify who broke the rules so we can track them down and cite them. Just hope it isn't an abandoned meth lab like the one Ren and Trey found when they tracked the illegal bear hunters from Sanctuary onto forest lands. Meth labs are scary, dangerous motherfuckers."