There's Fire: A Friends to Lovers Romance (Where There's Smoak Book 5)

by Nadine Hudson

  He moves toward me so quickly he almost knocks me off my feet but before I lose my balance he’s slamming me into the wall. He takes my face in his hands and molds his mouth to mine. Greedily tasting me, touching me. I tip my head back and moan as his lips break from our kiss and start trailing down my neck. I twist my fingers in his hair and pull his mouth harder against my body.

  Grabbing the hem of my t-shirt he rips it over my head in one smooth movement before he’s pressing his solid chest against my bare breasts. His body is so warm. His strong hands wrap around my back and easily slip down into his boxers that I’m wearing. He clings tightly to the soft cheeks of my behind and presses my center into his erection. I can feel his firm bulge pressing between my thighs exactly where I want to feel it.

  He quickly drops to his knee sliding his boxers the rest of the way down my legs. I lean backward. My bare skin pressing against the coolness of the wall. Without hesitation his hand rubs against my pussy from the front to the back, his fingers now coated in my wetness. I’m panting when I look down at him and his eyes darken as a smile spreads across his face. His expression shoots impulses to every nerve ending in my body before his face disappears between my thighs.

  His tongue lashes quickly across my wetness and his nose rubs against my clit before he lifts one of my legs over his shoulder, spreading my thighs open, allowing him deeper access. I feel his thumb start to circle my clit as his tongue plunges inside me.

  “Oh God, Conner!” I cry out in pleasure, squeezing my eyes closed.

  My scream only makes him increase his assault of ecstasy on my throbbing pussy. I can feel myself quivering, pulsating around his warm, wet tongue that continues sliding in and out of me. I wrap my fingers in his hair, completely desperate for him to continue and never stop. I dig my nails into his shoulders, doing whatever I can to feel more of him. I hear his voice hum from between my legs, a moan of appreciation for the taste he’s lapping up.

  With every flick of his thumb against my clit, with every stab of his tongue inside me, I’m forced that much closer to the edge of the precipice. I tense every muscle in my body as I try to hold on as long as I can. Doing whatever it takes to prolong the pleasure that’s surging through my body but as his tongue slips out of me and finds my clit I know I won’t last much longer. I feel the warm wetness of his tongue begin to suck on my now bulging clit and I lose all sense of control and reason. One hand is tangled in his hair while the other is tangled in my own, squeezing tightly to both as I ride out my orgasm. I feel his tongue run one last long, smooth drag from the back to the front of my pussy as if he doesn’t want to risk wasting a single drop of my wetness.

  He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand as he rises from his knee. I don’t hesitate to wrap my arms around his neck and press my mouth to his. I can taste a ping of my own pleasure still lingering in his mouth as my tongue gets tangled with his. He folds me into his arms before lifting me off my feet and carrying me to his bedroom, our lips never parting. Somewhere between the hallway and his bedroom Conner loses the towel that was once tucked in at his waist.

  My naked body slides down the length of his as he sets me on my feet. His throbbing cock runs up the apex of my thighs as I slip down his body and it’s like my desire to have him has started all over again. I push him backward so he falls onto his bed. Dipping between his legs I wrap my hand around his dick. I’ve never held it in my hand like this before but now that I have the opportunity I notice how fucking thick it is. My fingers can’t wrap the entire way around it and touch on the other side. The thought alone makes my pussy ache to feel him inside me.

  I lick my lips then tighten them around his tip. His head tips back and he immediately groans. I can taste his precum as his head slips to the back of my tongue. I twist my mouth around him making sure to coat every inch of him. I start to bob my head faster as I pick up a rhythm and I feel his thighs tense under my hands.

  “That’s enough!” he growls, pushing me off of him and leaping up from where he was just laying. He spins me around so I’m bent over the foot of his bed, holding myself up on my hands against his soft mattress. I arch my back waiting for him to dive into me, but he doesn’t. Instead I feel his rough hands wrap around my waist and pull my naked ass closer so it’s rubbing against his stiffness. I hear him inhale sharply.

  “Brooke,” he says quietly. I can feel him swiveling his hips, tapping his cock off my ass cheeks. His voice is deep and raspy, but so alluring. “Do you have any idea how fucking torturous it has been not being able to pour myself into you?” My pussy clenches at his question and I feel his palm rub softly against my ass. “Do you have any idea how much I’ve had to hold back…” He suddenly lands a sharp slap across my ass. It's unexpected so I jump and let out a small yelp but what he’s doing right now is such a turn on.

  “I’m sorry,” I say apologetically, my voice soft.

  “Sorry? Oh no baby. That’s not how this works. If you want me to fuck you and hold nothing back then you’ve got to tell me that.” He reaches up, grabbing a handful of my hair and tilts my head back toward him. I can feel his warm breath on my ear and it causes goosebumps to rise down my body. “Tell me what you want, Brooke. And I’ll give it to you. Anything you want.”

  Just as he finishes his command I feel the tip of his dick slowly slip inside me and I moan waiting for the rest but it doesn’t come. He pulls out then dips back in again only letting me get a small taste of all he has to offer. He holds firmly to my hips, his fingers digging deep into me with anticipation. I can feel that he wants to pound himself into me. And I want it too.

  “Conner,” I whimper. “Please.”

  “Please, what? Tell me what you want.”

  “I want you to fuck me!” I cry out and he slams his length inside me quickly,

  deeply, stretching my wanting pussy tightly around his cock. I’ve never felt anything like it. My inner walls conform around him snuggly. Just as I think he can’t fill me any deeper his leg kicks mine further apart and he grips the back of my neck, shoving my face down onto his mattress and leaving me ass up and vulnerable on his bed. “Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you look right now?” I hear him breath before he plows deeper and deeper inside of me, reaching places I never knew existed.

  I feel his fingers digging deeper into my hips as he groans and thrusts himself harder into me. My pussy trembles with each stab of his dick getting closer and closer to my g-spot. Suddenly, he reaches around to my clit and begins massaging it, his fingers matching the rhythm of his thrusts. I feel the euphoria gathering at my core and starting to radiate from my center as he builds me up.

  “Ahh, Conner!” I call out as I rise to standing. I want to feel his warm skin against me. I arch my back allowing him to continue driving into me. Twisting my torso I turn and grab him by the back of his neck, pulling his mouth to mine. I want to be connected to him in every way possible. His cock and fingers deep in my pussy. His tongue lost in my mouth. My fingers tangled in his hair. This is pure bliss and it leads me to pure ecstasy as I unravel around him my pussy tightening around his cock before collapsing in front of him. Seeing that he has done it, he has fucked me like he wanted to, holding nothing back, and giving me all I can take, Conner finds his release as he throws his head back and violently comes inside me. Filling me with his warmth before falling to the bed beside me.

  Conner rolls over and wraps me up in his strong arms, pressing me tightly against his chest. “I love you, Brooke. So fucking much.” I lay there beside him taking in the moment and I feel the corners of my mouth turn up into a small smile as my eyes begin to fall closed. I squeeze tightly to his hands that are tucked around me as if it will allow me to have a physical hold on this moment that we’re in. I never want it to slip away.

  “I love you, Conner,” I breathe. And as the words slip past my lips I feel a wave of emotions crash over me. I’ve loved this man for as long as I can remember. And I’ve been terrified to hand my heart over to him. But if I we
re really being honest with myself I never could have handed my heart to him… Because he’s had it all along. He stole it right out of my chest the first day I met him.

  ****

  Conner

  I hear Brooke’s breathing become slow and quiet. She’s asleep. I sit up and pull my comforter up over her shoulders and tuck it in around her. Looking down at her I pull a few loose curls from her face then trail soft kisses down her cheek, her neck, then her shoulder. She’s finally mine. She’s finally given herself to me. I feel myself beaming with pride and a smile tugs at the corner of my mouth. I get to take care of her.

  As much as I’d love to continue my journey down her body and have her wake up with my face between her legs I know she’s exhausted. And I need a shower. I roll off the edge of the bed. Looking around on the floor I make my way into the hallway searching for the towel I dropped earlier. I can’t hide the stupid ass grin that’s plastard on my face when I find it right about where I made her come for me the first time tonight.

  I grab it off the floor, head to the bathroom, and turn on the shower. I look back in the mirror, giving the water a second to heat up. I’m exhausted too. I can see the tiredness in my eyes but my lips twitch when I spot the red scratches on my shoulders. I close my eyes and imagine Brooke’s nails digging into me again, pushing me deeper into her soaking wet pussy. The thought sends a shiver down my spine. Okay, I gotta stop or I’ll never get to sleep tonight. I hop in the water quickly, scrub my hair and body down, then hop out.

  I wrap the towel around my waist and head back to my bedroom to find Brooke still fast asleep in my bed. I smile at her before turning to my dresser. As I rummage through my drawers I pull out a t-shirt and a pair of boxers. Just as I slip the t-shirt over my head I hear my phone vibrate and see the screen light up on my nightstand. I eye the glow curiously.

  I approach my phone cautiously as if it’s a bomb that could go off at any second. I pick it up and tilt the screen so I can see what it says and my heart immediately starts thumping against my chest as I read the words.

  1 Message-Rachel

  I swipe my finger across the screen and I squint at the brightness of my phone in my dark bedroom. I glance up at Brooke before tapping the green box to open my messages. I consider waking her for this but decide against it. She’s exhausted and needs her rest. Rachel’s message appears on my screen.

  I am still mad at you Conner. But you’re right. We do need to talk. Can you come to my house? I love you too!

  A wave of heat rushes over me. She’s at her house. I can feel the adrenaline building inside me as my fingers type out my response.

  I’ll be there in twenty.

  And with that I quickly finish getting dressed. I glance back at Brooke and freeze before leaving my bedroom. I walk over to her side and pat her mess of curls down and brush them out of her face with my fingers before kissing her softly on her forehead. “Don’t worry, baby. This nightmare will all be over soon.”

  ****

  When I pull up to Rachel’s house I get an eerie feeling in the pit of my stomach. All the lights are out but her car is in the driveway. I’m not stupid. I’m sure Ian has set this up somehow, thinking he can ambush me or catch me from behind like the coward he is. But I’m not afraid of Ian being here actually I’m counting on it. A smile curls on my lips as I pull a metal baseball bat from the backseat of my truck.

  I can hear the rocks crunching under my boots as I make my way to her front door. I don’t bother knocking. They already know I’m coming. I twist the knob and I’m not surprised to find the door unlocked. I slide my hand around on the wall searching for a light switch. When I finally reach the nub I flick it up and the living room illuminates before me. My eyes scan the room searching for movement. My ears are on high alert for any sound that will give me a clue where Ian is hiding.

  I step closer into the room and my eyes trail down onto the coffee table where there are papers scattered across it completely filling the surface. I kneel beside it and look through the papers and my eyes widen as I drop the bat to the floor. There’s pictures of Brooke, of her house, of her car. There’s pictures of me and my house. There’s a blueprint of Micky’s with notes outlined in red of where the best place to start a fire would be. As I pull the blue print up to take a closer look something heavy from the table falls to the floor. I peek under the table and grab the object-a fire radio. My heart stutters in my chest.

  I knew all of this was him the whole time. It just feels strange to confirm it. To see it with my own eyes how he meticulously planned out my death. How he’s been keeping tabs on Brooke. Hiding in the shadows like the snake that he is. I feel hairs on the back of my neck stand on end as I release a ragged breath. Suddenly I’m started by a muffled sound coming from the coat closet on the other side of the room. I grip the bat tightly in my hand and rise from my knees, my eyes narrowing at the closet door. This is it. I’ll kill you, you bastard.

  With each slow calculated step toward the closet door my heart pounds harder and harder against my rib cage. My anger, my adrenaline building with each step threatening to be unleashed on whatever is hiding behind the door. I raise the bat above my head with one hand while reaching for the knob with the other. In one swift movement I swing the door open and start to bring down the bat, the fury of God behind it. But I stop mid swing when I’m met with a muffled high pitched squeal and large brown eyes staring up at me in terror.

  What the hell? Rachel is sitting on the floor in the closet tape over her mouth and her hands bound behind her back. Her face is red and clammy. She looks sweated, probably from struggling to escape. I reach down and pull her to her feet a mixture of rage and concern begins swirling in my stomach. I guide her to her couch and slam her down to a sitting position before I mercilessly rip off the tape from her mouth.

  “Ahh!” She cries out but I don’t feel bad. This is the price you pay for sleeping with the enemy. “Ohh, Conner! Thank God you’re here! I thought he was gonna kill me.” She cries out. Her eyes are large and pitiful. She looks up at me like I’m some conquering hero and she’s the helpless victim.

  “Don’t give me your bullshit, Rachel. I know you were helping him. What the fuck is all this?” I gesture to the piles of evidence littering her coffee table.

  “Conner, please. Just let me explain,” she says, struggling to move her arms since they are still bound behind her back. “Can you please get me out of this?”

  “No. You’re gonna stay where you are,” I answer, crossing my arms in front of my chest. “Now, explain. What the fuck were you thinking?”

  She looks to the ground, sucking in a deep breath. “When you left me I knew it was because of Brooke. I knew you loved her more than me. I felt crazy. I needed you back and I just didn’t know how to do it.” She glances up at me through her lashes, her eyes starting to prick with tears. “Then Ian shows up at my house one day completely out of the blue. I didn’t even know who he was but he told me he can help me get you back. I just needed to let him stay here a while and help him with a few things.”

  My eyes narrow at her as I try to determine if she’s telling the truth. I let her continue. “He said we just needed to get rid of Brooke.” Her words ignite a flame inside me and I think Rachel can feel it. “Conner, I love you so much. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to be with you! I need you to understand that. Everything I did. I did for you. Because I love you. We tried to scare her away at first but she just wouldn’t stop. She wouldn’t stay away from you. And you couldn’t keep your hands off of her. I saw you two that night at your house. I saw you together. Your hands were all over her and I just couldn’t take it. So I threw the brick through your window and ran off.”

  I let out a ragged breath and ran a hand through my hair. All of this was because she thinks she loves me. This is all my fault. Guilt starts to pull at my stomach and I feel a bit nauseous. “Honest, Conner. I had no idea he was going to try to kill you! That was never part of the plan. I love you. I would ne
ver want him to hurt you.”

  “But you were fine with him hurting Brooke? Killing Brooke?!” I hiss at her and watch her eyes gloss over, filling to the brim with tears. But I don’t care. Her feelings, her heart both are the least of my concerns. The sight of her makes me sick to my stomach.

  “I just wanted to be with you,” she says, defeat dripping from her voice.

  “You need fucking help,” I snap back at her.

  “Conner,” she says, looking up at me from where she’s sitting. “I tried to tell you all of this earlier. I tried to text you back but Ian caught me. He was worried I would ruin his plan so he took my phone and locked me in the closet.”

  My brow furrows and my eyes dart to hers. “Wait, so you didn’t text me back?”

  She shakes her head. “No.”

  I take her firmly by the shoulders and look directly at her. I give her a shake. “Where is he, Rachel?”

  Suddenly, the sadness in her eyes disappears and darkness takes its place. I watch a small smile curl on her lips. Her expression is nothing less than pure evil. “He said you would come here. He knew you were too much of a narcissist to not try and settle the score yourself. You did exactly what he said you would. And you left her all alone.”

  Her words make their way through the air and tighten around my throat. I’m suddenly finding it difficult to breath. No. I shake my head as she continues, amusement and pride dripping from her words. “And you are fucking crazy if you think I would let that stupid bitch have you if I can’t.” She tilts her head back and laughs hard. My eyes flick to hers, a rage burning in them that I’ve never felt before. Followed immediately by pure terror. Brooke.

  Six

  Brooke

  Despite my exhaustion my eyes flicker open and I try to focus on what startled me awake in the dark room. There’s movement at the foot of the bed and I squeeze my eyes shut then open them again as they finally focus on Bruno. He’s laying at the end of the bed but his head and ears are perked up and he’s staring at the bedroom door. I hear a deep grumble build in his throat. I immediately reach for Conner but I soon realize I’m grasping at air. What the hell?