Simmering Heat

by Leora Gonzales

  “And when dad clapped you on the back when we were leaving? She was around the corner watching as if we were enacting a live version of the Twilight Zone.”

  “That’s not even the best part,” Leo said quickly, as if telling her a secret. “Dear old Reggie leaned over and said, ‘Son, you need to keep an eye on your girl because Crystal watches her as if she’s a steak and she’s starving!’”

  Jasmine’s shocked face made Leo laugh even harder than before, his eyes watering.

  “No, he didn’t!”

  “Oh yes, he did!” Leo shot back, nodding his head quickly.

  “What did you say?” The question was asked through fingers as Jasmine tried to hide her face in embarrassment.

  “I said that I wouldn’t worry too much since she couldn’t give you what I could,” Leo said calmly.

  “What?” Jasmine screeched. There was no way she could be any more mortified than she was right now. “Ohmygodkillmenow.”

  “I’m kidding. I told him that if she stepped out of line I would make sure she knew you were spoken for,” Leo admitted, giving her a break from the embarrassment.

  Jasmine’s face was starting to hurt from all of the smiling that she had done today. Considering what had happened though to get to this point, it was an ache that she welcomed with open arms.

  As the truck took the Larryville exit, Jasmine looked at Leo in question when instead of turning south toward town, he headed north.

  “Where are we going?” Jasmine asked, pointing at the light they were supposed to turn at.

  For the past couple of weeks, Jasmine had been staying overnight at Leo’s house much of the time at his insistence. It had made her schedule a little more hectic than usual with her needing to make sure she had clean scrubs at his house for the mornings she had to head to work. Still, it didn’t bother her in the least, especially since it meant that she was able to spend more time with Leo while avoiding her upstairs neighbor that kept waking her up in the middle of the night with what sounded like a bowling ball rolling across her ceiling.

  Apartment living was for the birds.

  She watched him smile slyly and her stomach tightened. “What are you up to, Leo?”

  Leo kept driving, and they passed a sign for the lake just north of town. He then took the turnoff for a popular fishing area by the docks. It was deserted after dark, but the area was fairly well lit.

  “I figured since we had such a good night with your parents we should celebrate,” Leo answered, his smile deliciously wicked.

  “By going fishing?” Jasmine asked, looking into the back of the truck to search for the poles that he normally carried.

  “No fishing tonight, sugar. Something a little more hands-on.”

  As if a lightbulb clicked on in her brain, Jasmine realized that Leo was making good on his earlier promise.

  “We’re going necking? Seriously?” Jasmine asked, her whisper betraying the rising excitement she felt.

  “Honey, what I plan involves more than just your neck,” Leo teased as he pulled into a parking spot at the very end of the dirt lot.

  Jasmine looked around the area noting with satisfaction that it was completely deserted.

  “What if we get caught?” she whispered as if speaking loud would conjure a park ranger.

  “We won’t get caught,” Leo replied shaking his head and unbuckling his seat belt. “Now, come here, sugar.”

  “But what if someone drives by?”

  “Jazz, I’ll be able to see car lights heading this way long before they get to us,” Leo pointed out, gesturing to the direction they were facing.

  “Even if you’re distracted?” Jazz asked even as she unbuckled her own belt.

  “I’ll protect you no matter what. I promise,” Leo whispered unbuttoning his shirt as he spoke. “Now shimmy out of those panties and get over here.”

  Jasmine bit her lip, which made Leo groan as if mortally wounded. Unable to control her giggles at his reaction and her own nervousness, she wiggled out of her undies. She knew there were bonuses to not wearing hose.

  Truck sex being the ultimate bonus of them all in her mind right now.

  With her skirt pulled up to her waist and her pussy on full display, she studied his lap for a moment. How was this going to work exactly? As if reading her mind, Leo took a second to adjust the seat back as far as it would go in the extended cab.

  “You might want to unzip before I get over there. It looks like a tight fit,” she joked. When he chuckled at her words, she slapped at his arm. “Hurry up before I change my mind.”

  At the sound of his zipper, Jasmine felt as if a thousand butterflies had taken flight in her stomach.

  Dear lord, she was actually going to do this. Her. Jasmine Jane Kingsford was about to have sex in public with her boyfriend in the front seat of his truck. Before she could chicken out, she started to climb over to his side, her legs spreading wide to accommodate his muscled thighs.

  Settling onto his lap, she gasped at the rough feel of his jeans against the inside of her thighs. Her body seemed electrified at the thought of being a little bad. Who was she kidding? Leo made her want to be more than a little bad.

  “The zipper isn’t bothering you, is it?” Leo questioned with a moan when he felt her settle against his now bare cock.

  “It’s cold, but I think it will be okay.” Jasmine bit her lip, trying to keep her full weight off him. “I’m not hurting you, am I?”

  Leo grabbed her ass cheeks in his palms, gripping and spreading the flesh as if he couldn’t help himself. “No, sugar. You feel amazing.”

  “Let me know if I get too heavy,” she instructed, reaching down to grip his heat in between them.

  “Knock it off, you’ll never be too heavy for me.” Leo nuzzled into the neckline of her shirt where it gaped open a bit. “I love your curves, baby. They are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

  “Really?” Jasmine probed, thrusting her breasts farther into his face loving the feel of his whiskers running over the sensitive skin.

  “I love how soft you are. Your thighs, this ass, your soft stomach…it’s like coming home.” Leo lifted her slightly to run his fingers over her lower lips. The action ruffling the curls that guarded her entrance. “You’re already dripping for me, aren’t you?”

  “Always.” Jasmine let out a groan of her own as Leo probed her slit. His fingers felt magical wherever they touched.

  Using his large palms to lift her up, Leo slid farther down into the seat to give her a flatter surface to settle. When the tip of his dick lodged at the opening, he removed one of his hands and cupped her chin.

  As she started to lower herself onto his shaft, Jasmine couldn’t help the hiss that escaped her lips at the sensation of him filling her up.

  “Perfect…so fucking perfect,” he whispered, watching her face closely.

  With a small smile ghosting her lips, Jasmine turned her face into his hand. Kissing his palm, she nipped the sensitive skin which caused him to thrust up and into her suddenly. All nine inches of his cock tunneling solidly into her welcoming heat.

  For a few moments they stayed still, her channel gripping him tightly with tiny contractions.

  “Do that again,” Leo ordered gruffly.

  “What?” Jasmine asked confused, her breathing heavy.

  “Squeeze me,” he said. Moving his other hand back to her bottom to rock her more firmly against him.

  Jasmine squeezed him. It wasn’t a conscious effort on her part either. When Leo had rocked her against the base of his cock, her clit had rubbed against the curls gracing his member causing the involuntary response.

  It didn’t matter what caused the squeezing. The action had the desired reaction from her beautiful lover. Leo gripped her ass tightly, guiding her in swift up and down movements before he would randomly twist and rock
when she got to the root of his cock.

  Before long, they were both gasping, the air within the cab becoming thick with humidity.

  Jasmine tried to watch his face, something she loved doing during their sexcapades. He made the hottest expressions she had ever witnessed and she reveled in the fact that she put them there.

  Their movements started to become sloppy after another couple minutes. The only sound was rasping breaths and the slap of her pussy against his pelvis. Their bodies reaching for the release that the other could give them.

  “I’m close,” Jasmine breathed out, her throat feeling dry.

  At her words, Leo worked his hand between them to press solidly against her clit while he pounded into her from below.

  As he watched her face, Jasmine felt herself give in to the orgasm that he pulled from her body with his expert touch. With her eyes tightly shut, she leaned forward against his damp chest and sank her teeth into the muscles gracing his shoulder.

  At the feel of her bite, Leo shuddered once and then began pumping his seed deep into her body unable to hold back any longer.

  For the next few moments, neither one of them spoke. Trying to slow her breathing, Jasmine wiggled her bottom feeling the wetness from their combined releases seeping from her body.

  “I don’t think we planned this well enough,” Jasmine pointed out once she was able to speak again.

  “What?” Leo sounded confused, as if he had just woken up from a long nap.

  “The mess. We didn’t prepare for the mess,” she answered, wiggling a bit more.

  “It will get even bigger if you keep that up, sugar. He doesn’t need much encouragement before he wants to go again…especially with that well-fucked look that you’re sporting.” He teased, shooting a look down to where they were still connected.

  “We shouldn’t tempt our luck on a round two,” Jasmine said as she glanced over her shoulder past the steering wheel to make sure they weren’t about to be discovered.

  Leo nodded in agreement. “I have a travel pack of tissues in the glove compartment. Will that work for you or do you want my shirt?”

  “Ewww, gross. I wouldn’t use your shirt to clean up this mess.” Jasmine made a face at the suggestion. “I may need your help up though. I think my thighs have met their quota for exercise today.”

  Leo leaned forward and nibbled at her collarbone before helping her up and off his cock. The organ bounced wetly against her leg, glistening with their combined juices. “That’s the prettiest sight I’ve ever seen.”

  Jasmine, who had been distracted with trying not to drip on his seats, looked at him in confusion.

  “Watching me pull out of you and that little dribble of cum that follows. I’ll never get tired of it,” he admitted. “It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

  “You’re a dirty, dirty man. You know that, right?” Jasmine teased.

  “I’m your dirty man,” Leo said with one last smacking kiss against her lips. “How was your first time parking, sugar?”

  “Parking?” Jasmine snorted with laughter. “We did a whole lot more than just park.”

  “We sure did and it’s now one of my all-time favorite memories.”

  Jasmine’s heart melted at the soft look on Leo’s face. “Thank you.”

  “Here, sweetie,” he said, passing her the tissues to help clean up. “What exactly are you thanking me for?”

  “For everything,” Jasmine answered, a better answer not coming to mind.

  “I’ll always want to give you everything.” Leo smiled, taking the panties out of her hands before she was able to stick her feet through the leg holes. “Now, there’s no need for those again since you will just be taking them off again once we get home.”

  At his mention of home, she smiled again, the soreness of the action making her smile even harder.

  “Let’s go home then.”

  Chapter 23

  “Hey Leo,” Nix called out from the kitchen at the firehouse where he was fixing a sandwich. “Can I talk to you for a second?”

  “Hey man,” Leo said, stalking into the kitchen, his own stomach rumbling with hunger.

  “Did you read the report from the chief yet?” Nix questioned, passing the loaf of bread over to Leo.

  Leo shook his head. He had been running late to the station this morning after catching Jazz in the shower before she left for work.

  “The investigations into those warehouse fires came back as arson instead of electrical issues or lightning strikes,” Nix informed him with a mouth half full of food.

  Leo rocked back on his heels. That wasn’t something he had expected to hear. Honestly, he had been surprised at the string of fires that they’d had lately in the older part of town. Most of the buildings were vacant, but their initial inspections at the scene had all pointed to weather or simply old wiring.

  “When did the report come in?” Leo asked, raising his own sandwich to his mouth.

  “Early this morning. One of the insurance companies decided to deny the claim and did a little investigating into the old brewery fire. They managed to get tape from the new traffic light cameras on the corner, and there, clear as day, is someone piling old pallets against the building and dousing them with a gas can,” Nix explained, and then finished his food quickly before chugging an energy drink as if it were a lifeline. “Originally the presence of fuel by the building was blamed on the abandoned gas station next door.”

  “Seriously? What about the others?” Leo asked confused, unsure if all the fires could be blamed on arson.

  “The fire investigator decided to look a little further into the others now that one was confirmed on tape. Apparently, he closed the first cases a little too soon for the chief to be satisfied and so he agreed to reopen two others. Both had traces of accelerant on the backside of the buildings,” Nix explained, obviously as surprised as Leo.

  “Anything caught on nearby security feeds?” Leo balled up his napkin and tossed it toward the trashcan on the other side of the kitchen. Making the basket, Leo held up his hands as if scoring a field goal causing Nix to roll his eyes.

  “No security feed, the buildings back up to an alley that’s used for the dumpsters, but they did have a witness saying she saw a man walking with a gas can into the area. Her statement said she assumed he had ran out of gas and was taking the alley as a shortcut. There is only one streetlight back there so she couldn’t see him once he’d walked farther down the alley.”

  “Well…shit.” Leo was caught off guard at the news. The last thing he needed right now was a crazy man with a gas can lighting shit on fire. Firefighting was dangerous enough without the random acts of insanity making their job harder.

  “Any connections made yet?” Leo reached for an apple off the counter, his stomach now filled with nerves but still craving food.

  “Nah, they’re all owned by different people and no pattern in how the buildings were picked other than possibly convenience.” Nix belched, patting his flat stomach. “Chief said they are reopening four cases that were closed and going over evidence again. The one right before you moved here actually ended up killing a vagrant who’d slept in the wrong building that night.”

  “Man, talk about wrong place wrong time.” Leo shook his head.

  “No joke, man. I’m grateful we didn’t lose any men on those calls. I’ve been wondering all morning how we managed to miss that they were arson. I normally have a gut feeling when something isn’t right,” Nix admitted, his voice questioning.

  “I hear ya, man. I never even considered that we had a fire starter,” Leo said, letting Nix know he hadn’t been the only one in the dark.

  “My shift ends soon. Can you text me if they announce anything and I’m not here for it?” Nix asked as he cleaned up his mess.

  “Of course,” Leo replied, standing up to get back to work. “I’m h
oping for a quiet night, but I’ll let you know if I hear anything.”

  “Thanks, man.” Nix waved as he left the kitchen.

  Leo remained standing in place for a few moments. His brain was trying to figure out the pieces to the arson puzzle as well as acknowledging how much he liked Nix. The man may have been interested in Jazz when he came on the scene, but there were no hard feelings anymore. Leo would have to be plain stupid to ignore the fact that Jazz was an amazing woman that any man, even Nix, would have been lucky to grab and hold on to.

  The rest of his day consisted of the normal firehouse routine. Cleaning and checking equipment, something that was boring, but necessary to stay alive in their line of work. He had even gone through their inventory of station supplies to make note of what needed to be reordered soon before they ran out. It wasn’t until late afternoon when he heard the familiar tinkling laughter that he had come to look forward to.

  Following the magical sound, Leo stood outside the door to the rec room and smiled at the sight of Jazz passing out pieces of banana bread. That was something else he had started to look forward to.

  Jazz loved to bake but there was no way she could possibly eat everything she made so she had made a habit of bringing goodies into the station when she had time.

  “I hope you saved me a piece,” Leo rumbled from the door, smiling when Jazz jumped as if she had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

  “I did.” Jazz greeted him with a quick closed-lip kiss, her gloss making his mouth feel slightly sticky. “I also made an extra loaf just for you and it’s safe on the kitchen counter back home.”

  Leo rubbed his chest where it warmed over his heart at hearing her refer to his house as home.

  “I thought you would be working at the clinic late tonight?” Leo asked before taking a large bite of his slice of bread and rolling his eyes toward the heavens at the magnificence taking over his taste buds.

  “I was going to, but Janelle needed the shift more than me, and they were all shot appointments anyway,” Jasmine said with a shiver, her distaste of making kids cry obvious to all.