by Lexy Timms
“Whoa, feisty.” He watched her with smoldering eyes.
“It’s been awhile.” Becca winked as she lowered her head down toward his thighs. She tugged his boxer-briefs down just enough to free him from the cloth confines, and grinned up at him. She continued to gaze directly into his eyes as she stuck the tip of her tongue out and dragged it up the entire length.
“Oh fuck, Becca...”
Becca continued to watch him, never letting him look away from her lust-filled eyes, not even when she sucked him deep into her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down, as her tongue swirled around and flicked against his sensitive flesh. Sam rocked his hips against her mouth, his hands once again playing in her hair, this time gently massaging her scalp as she worked his shaft. Becca was grinding against Sam’s legs, getting herself excited enough to moan against Sam’s shaft, which destroyed any shred of resistance he had left.
“Stop,” he barked hoarsely.
She sucked harder, wanting him to beg more. He didn’t want it to end so soon, but she controlled him.
“Please. Fuck, Becca, please stop.” He pulled Becca off of him and grinned down at her. He sat up, his erection hard and basted in her saliva. She desperately now wanted it inside of her. She imagined him controlling her and shuddered at the thought. Too delicious to picture.
“Let’s take this to the bedroom.”
Becca nodded, licking her lips and pulling herself completely off of Sam and stood up. Holding her hand out to Sam to reach for, she asked, “You coming?”
Chapter 11
“Hell, yeah,” Sam stood, his jeans still around his ankles. “Dammit! Give me a sec,” he said as he stumbled against the couch.
Becca laughed as she raced to his room and stripped off her remaining clothing, tossing it on the floor. She crawled onto the bed and lay back against the pillows, half sitting. She glanced around his masculine bedroom and inhaled deeply, catching his scent, letting it arouse her even more. She crossed her legs and she spread her arms to rest on the top of the pillows as she waited for him to enter.
Sam walked in without the rest of his clothes and stood at the end of the bed, his eyebrow arched and his mouth twisted in a mischievous smirk as his eyes ran up the length of her body to her face. Damn, he was sexy!
“Why, Miss Taylor, I do believe you’re blushing.”
“I think you’re mistaking me for you, Mr. Evans.” She uncrossed her legs and re-crossed them the other way.
“Is that so?” He leaned down, his back and arm muscles tightening as he grabbed both of Becca’s ankles, pulling her legs apart and tugging her until she was lying flat on her back. He crawled up between her legs and gave her a wink before diving between her thighs.
Becca never expected Sam to go down on her, and when she felt that first touch of his tongue, her hips jumped off the bed. Sam lifted his hands and pushed her thighs back down, pinning them against the blanket as he began to feast on her body. His tongue swirled and dragged across her most intimate parts, causing Becca to squirm and thrash uncontrollably against his assault.
“Oh fuck...oh... yes... yes!” she moaned and whimpered, which excited Sam even more, making him push his head harder between her thighs. He darted his tongue in and out, over and over, until he was desperate for air. Sam pulled his head out from between her thighs and took a few deep breaths of air to fill his lungs before going back in, but it was too long for Becca.
She thought he was finished and she wanted more, so she rocked her hips and whimpered for Sam to keep going, “Don’t stop...”
“Hmmm?” he whispered against the skin of her inner thigh. “What a shame not to seize this opportunity.” She had no idea what he meant but when he showed her, she cried out, begging for more. He slid a single finger up and down along her entrance.
“Sam...”
“Shhh...” He pushed his finger inside of her and made a “come here” motion against her sweet spot, swirling his finger around as he lowered his head back down between her thighs. He continued to work his finger inside while he sucked the tiny nub between his lips.
Becca moaned and screamed as soon as she felt the hard sucking on her clit, her body exploding with intense pleasure. She shook as her abs tightened and her thighs clamped around Sam’s head. “Oh, my freaking...” She gasped again and again.
Becca’s body was still trembling but her thighs relaxed, allowing him to lift his head up and gaze at her face, eyes half-closed and lost in bliss. He straightened his body and climbed up the rest of the way onto the bed so he could kneel between Becca’s legs. He leaned over her body and kissed her hard against her lips, refusing to pull away until she was gasping for air again. His lips then traveled along her chin and down her neck, sucking and nibbling her soft flesh while his arm reached over and opened the side table drawer to pull out a condom. He straightened himself out again and tore open the packet with his teeth before tossing it back onto the side table. He slid the latex along his shaft and paused a moment, staring at Becca’s naked body, giving her a small breather. Then his hand was back between her thighs, rubbing two fingers up and down along her entrance, spreading her moisture along his erection. Sam used his right hand to position himself just outside her entrance. He held himself there, posed with his six-pack abs tight and his face enjoying the sweet torture he was causing her.
Becca didn’t want to wait any longer. She grabbed both of his butt cheeks and pulled him hard into her, filling herself completely with him. She rocked her hips up and down and began to ride him as soon as she felt his thighs colliding against hers.
Sam grunted as the base of his shaft grinded against her entrance, his hands moving up to massage her breasts as his hips began to rock in rhythm with hers.
“Oh, Sam... Don’t stop. Harder, harder.”
Sam didn’t hesitate at Becca’s command. He started to thrust harder, arching his hips to slam deeper inside of her, grinding his shaft against her sweet spot. Becca wrapped her legs around Sam’s waist, pounding her hips against his, pushing him as deep as she could, feeling her body begging to fall off that edge into bliss.
“You feel so good.” Becca’s words were mumbled, and then grew into nothing but moans. She moved her hands down Sam’s chest and dragged her nails along his flesh, just enough to sting and cause fading red marks.
Sam bit down on his lip through the tantalizing pain. Becca could feel him throbbing in reaction to the pain stimulation.
“Becks, so ready,” he panted.
Becca shook her head, not wanting it to end, loving the feel of having Sam inside her. “No, don’t stop. Don’t stop.”
Sam grunted and forced himself to hold back while pounding hard into her, his hands moving to grip her wrists, pinning them on each side of her face. He leaned down and kissed her on the lips, forcing his tongue into her mouth, swirling it around hers like a serpent. Becca could only moan, feeling the edge grow closer and closer, the taste of Sam on her lips driving her insane. When he pulled away, his lips didn’t leave her body, they kissed down her chin, along her neck, and across her collarbone. She arched her back, giving him full access to her breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth, dragging his teeth along it gently before sucking on it hard. Becca moaned even louder, thrusting her hips up hard against his shaft. He could feel her clamping down around him, her walls pulsing with need, ready to release any minute.
He pulled away from her breast just long enough to encourage her release. “Give it to me, Becks. Give it all to me.”
His mouth went back down to her chest, moving his lips to her other breast, teasing her nipple with his teeth while her body trembled against him. Her walls clamped tight against his shaft and she knew she was teetering on the edge.
Sam let go of one of her wrists and moved his hand in between her thighs, rubbing his fingers against that sensitive nub while thrusting as hard as his hips would allow. Becca reached for the pillows above her head and clenched their softness within her fists, crying out loud enough to wa
ke the neighbors as her body flooded with release. Sam followed suit, grunting hard as he thrust a few more times, this time hard and steady as he began his own orgasm. He ground his teeth as every last drop left his body, his shaft gripped tightly by Becca’s inner walls. Their orgasms seemed to go on and on, years of pent-up aggression never being fully satisfied until this moment.
It left them both covered in sweat and panting as Sam rolled off of Becca to lie beside her. Neither one could find the energy to turn their heads to look at the other, so instead they just lay there, catching their breath and enjoying the relaxation effect the sex had on their muscles. The minutes ticked by, and eventually, both of them lie there on the bed, slow, softly breathing and with eyes closed, drifted into a sweet sleep.
Becca wondered, as she drifted off in her drunken, sex-satisfied haze, if maybe she should have thought this through on a clearer head. She was too tired to care and she swore she was smiling as she let the room spin and her dreams take over.
Chapter 12
The next morning, Becca woke to Sam’s naked body curved around her backside. She rolled over to face him, hiding half of her face underneath the blanket she never remembered grabbing.
Sam watched her, his head resting against the crook of his arm.
“Umm, good morning.” She felt her cheeks burn and wished she had put a shirt on or thrown the blanket over her bare hips better.
“Good morning, gorgeous.”
“So... that happened.”
Sam stretched casually, rolling onto his back to stare up at the ceiling, using his hands as a pillow beneath his head. “Yeah, I’m still in shock...”
“Yeah. It was a bit... crazy.” Becca had no idea what Sam thought. She didn’t want him to think she was looking for something. She also wasn’t sure if he regretted what had happened. Heck, she wasn’t even sure if she did. “I’m not really looking for anything serious, not with my traveling schedule.”
“So we shouldn’t...”
She couldn’t tell if he was disappointed or relieved. “Yeah, one-time thing.”
“Probably for the best.” Sam sighed.
So did Becca. She didn’t want it to be a one-time thing, it was some of the best sex she had ever had. She had been honest about not looking for a serious relationship, though.
“Or...”
“Or what?” Her body tingled at the single word he spoke.
“Or it could be a fun type thing.” He cleared his throat. “You know, just while you’re visiting.”
“You think you can handle that?” Becca lifted her head, using her hand to hold it up as she lay on her side, arching a brow at Sam.
“I’m game if you are.”
She grinned slyly. “Hell, I’m game.”
Just in time to ruin the moment and cancel any plans they had to go for another round that morning, the alarm buzzed loudly through the room. Sam rolled over to look at the clock. “Shit.”
Becca glanced at her watch. They had about twenty minutes to get to the station for the next shift. “You always set your alarm this late?”
“Don’t know, don’t care. Guess I wasn’t exactly thinking straight when I fell asleep last night. We gotta jet.” Sam jumped out of bed and found the nearest pair of pants, pulling them on. He leaned over the bed, brushing his hand along the inside of Becca’s thigh. “You coming?” He grinned, his handsome face carrying the hope of sex in his eyes. “We got five minutes.”
She laughed and pushed him away with her feet. “I need coffee more.”
“Your wish is my command.” He bowed dramatically and then rushed out to the kitchen to start some coffee.
Becca grabbed her pants off the floor and hurried out to the living room to find some clothes of her own, frantically pulling on articles of clothing. Sam dished up two travel mugs of coffee and ran back into his bedroom to finish getting dressed and then they were out the door.
They hopped into Becca’s truck and sped down to the road, trying to avoid red lights at all costs. They made it barely on time. The Chief was standing outside waiting for them when they pulled in.
He made no effort to hide his smirk when Becca and Sam climbed out of the truck. As they walked toward him, he burst into laughter. “Well, at least I know why you two were late.”
“What are you talking about, Chief?” Sam kept his tone neutral.
He pointed, reaching out for the door at the same time. “Nice shirt, Becks.”
Becca looked down and realized she had on Sam’s shirt he’d been wearing last night, and the previous day at the station. She felt her face burn and had no comeback. Caught, red-handed.
“Guess that’s what happens when I leave my clothes everywhere. Becks starts to steal them.”
“Mm-hmm.” The Chief was skeptical but left the comment alone. He held a file in his hand. “I’ve got some bad news. There was another fire.”
“Any casualties?” Becca didn’t really want the answer, but it was always her first question.
“Unfortunately, yes. One.”
“Same arsonist?” Sam asked.
“We’re pretty certain.”
“Dammit! We need this guy gone, Chief.”
“I agree, Sam, but there’s nothing we can do at the moment but put out his fires. The police don’t want our help. They’ve brought in a team of arson-specialists from out of town.”
“Arrogant pigs.”
“Watch it, son. They’re still our fellow officers. They’re just trying to protect the city the same as we are.”
“Yes, sir.” Sam mumbled under his breath, most likely something terrible about the police.
Becca frowned. “I still think it’s ridiculous they won’t accept help. I mean, even if they are skeptical of the station... I’m not from the station.”
The Chief looked at Becca as if she knew a deep, dark secret, and then he glared at Sam.
“Was I not supposed to know that?”
“No, you weren’t, but apparently Sam thought differently.”
“Sir, she was asking.”
“Really, I did ask. I was pissed at the police, and Sam.”
The Chief glared at Sam, trying to refrain from shouting by sucking his upper lip into his mouth and just scowling at Sam. “Inside. Now, lieutenant.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Becca, you stay here.”
“Yes, Chief.” Becca flashed the most apologetic smile she could muster at Sam, hoping he wasn’t too mad at her for blabbing that he’d told her.
Sam shrugged and looked toward the Chief, shaking his head and casting his own scowl, clearly annoyed that the Chief was so uptight about Becca knowing.
Chief Titan turned to her. “Look, Becca, most of the men don’t know that they were investigated, and I’d like to keep it that way.”
“Of course, Chief. Don’t worry about it.”
“Thank you. Only Sam and I know, the rest think the police were just picking our brains for knowledge, not digging for suspects.”
Becca nodded. “Are they any closer to finding out who the arsonist is?”
“No, but there was something different about this fire.”
“What’s that?”
“He must have left right before we showed up, as one of the men found a burning rose at the front door of the house.”
“A burning rose?”
The Chief nodded and Becca went cold. She flashed back to waking up with a burning rose on her brother’s tombstone, and the rose that Trevor had given her when moved into Sam’s apartment.
“Does that mean anything to you guys?”
“Not a damned thing, but we’re looking into what it could mean. Perhaps he was remorseful about this fire, perhaps he didn’t mean to kill the woman.”
“It was a woman?”
The Chief nodded, shaking his head as he looked down at the ground.
“Young woman, about your age. Pretty thing from what I saw of her pictures.”
Becca could feel the chills crawling up her spi
ne, the fear of fire consuming her as her eyes went dead.
“You all right, Becks? Becca?”
She hit the ground, wishing she had been knocked out cold. Except she hadn’t fainted. She’d just collapsed in shock. The Chief shook her over and over, but her body refused to respond, her eyes wide open and staring out toward the station. Thankfully, everything faded to black and she didn’t have to think anymore.
Chapter 13
Becca came to in one of the overnight cots at the station, wrapped in a heat-conserving blanket. She glanced around the dimly lit room. Nobody else was in there with her, so she stripped herself of the blanket and tried to rise to her feet. She stumbled the first few steps but just shook off the fogginess by smacking her cheeks. She needed to get a grip and stop overreacting to the stupid rose thing. It was just a coincidence. Her brother’s death was a lifetime ago. Not a murder, just a horrible accident.
It was time to refocus on why she was here. She needed to keep her head down and just get the job done. She pushed her shoulders back, walked to the door, opened it up, and stopped short. Lying on the floor in front of the door was a bouquet of white roses with a small card. She picked up the bouquet and immediately sought out a garbage can, ripping them apart and throwing them in the trash without bothering to read the card. Someone’s sick idea of joke had gone too far. No more friggin’ roses!
While Becca was busy tearing up the flowers, Trevor appeared from around the corner. He frowned as he watched her destroy the bouquet. “Don’t like roses?”
“Pardon?” Becca turned to stare at Trevor, looking around to see if anyone else was with him. What was he doing at the fire station?
