His Firecracker: Sassy Girls Series

by Reynolds, Rory

  I stop his words with a finger to his mouth. I look up into his eyes, wanting to make sure he listens to my words. “It wasn’t your fault, either. You didn’t do anything wrong. I—I don’t know what happened. It’s never happened before.”

  Drake gives me a small smile. Not my favorite smile, but it tells me he heard my words and takes them for the truth that they are. “Have you…” he trails off as if he’s measuring his words carefully, “have you been with anyone since…”

  I shake my head. “No. I couldn’t. I—I didn’t let anyone close enough to…”

  He presses a kiss to the tip of my nose. “Well, that explains it. Strong emotions trigger all kinds of responses. Now we know… no holding you down. Pity, I was looking forward to tying you to my headboard and having my wicked way with you.”

  His teasing words have their desired effect and I laugh. “Yeah, maybe not something we should do. I mean, I like the idea of you having your wicked way with me, but the tying down…”

  I shudder at the thought and have to push back the memories of being tied down to another headboard in another life. That’s not this life. This life is a good one. I’m Joselynn now, and Joselynn is Drake’s firecracker. She’s a badass with a life worth fighting for.

  A new determination fills me.

  No more running.

  No more hiding.

  Frankie has no power over me anymore.

  None.

  18

  Drake

  Joselynn pulls up her panties, covering the heaven between her legs. How I held out this long is a fucking miracle. I adjust my hardening cock while she puts her shirt on. The evening hasn’t gone at all like I anticipated. The plan was to bring her to my house and convince her that moving in would be a fantastic idea. If she didn’t listen to reason, then the plan was to entice her with my mouth between her thighs.

  I hadn’t realized how much holding myself back from Joselynn was hurting her. My insecurities put a wedge between us. I think of all the times she tried to reciprocate after I gave her pleasure and of how I pushed her away, telling her it wasn’t necessary or giving her more orgasms until she passed out.

  The guilt is nearly overwhelming. I unintentionally hurt Joselynn by trying to protect myself. What kind of man does that? A scarred, broken monster.

  “Hey.” Joselynn wraps her arms around me, her chin on my chest as she looks up at me. “What’s wrong?”

  “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just…”

  “You’re just scared. I understand that more than most. Trusting anyone after what I lived through is terrifying. But when some stubborn jerk forced his way into my life and turned my world upside down, I realized taking a chance was worth the risks.”

  I smirk down at her, lightly tickling her side. “Stubborn jerk?”

  I’m rewarded with a wide smile. “Yep. The stubbornest and jerkiest and handsomest and kindest and all the other ‘ests’ there are.”

  Her smiling lips are impossible to resist. My intention is a soft brushing of lips, but when we touch a spark ignites, and the kiss turns bruising. Joselynn threads her fingers through my hair, and my hands find my way to her panty clad ass. Before I realize it, I have her pressed back against the door, grinding my stiff cock against her. She’s giving as good as she gets, rubbing her little pussy on my thigh. Holding me to her like she’s afraid I’m going to disappear.

  I pull away long enough to warn her that if we don’t stop, I’m gonna fuck her right here against the door again.

  “What’s stopping you?” she pants.

  I groan at her willingness. She’s temptation wrapped up in a fiery little package. “I didn’t bring you here for this.”

  She quirks up an eyebrow, and her expression says it all.

  “Really. I brought you here to show you our new home.” Her eyebrow raises again. “Okay, maybe a little of this was on my mind, too, but the actual plan was to bring you here and make you fall in love with the house.”

  Something about what I said causes her to pause her roaming hands. “Wait. Did you say ‘our new home’?”

  “Glad to know there’s nothing wrong with your ears, firecracker,” I tease in hopes of distracting her from whatever thoughts she’s having at this moment because, from the look on her face, she’s not nearly as on board with the whole ‘our house’ thing.

  For the first time since we walked in the door, she looks around the room, taking everything in. My cock is uncomfortably hard behind my zipper, I’ve gotten adept at ignoring the horny fucker in the last several weeks, so it’s easy enough to ignore now. I’ve gotten Joselynn interested in seeing the house, and it’s time to show her around and convince her to move in.

  I take her by the hand and pull her further into the room. Her eyes widen as she takes in the empty space. The soft gray walls, the hardwood floors, the massive windows that make the whole space feel light and airy. Homey.

  We look at the formal dining room. Joselynn is silent, but I can see the awe on her face as we move into the kitchen. Granite counters, top of the line stainless steel appliances fit for a professional kitchen, modern white cabinets, a breakfast bar, and in front of the big French doors that lead to the patio sits one of the only pieces of furniture I’ve bought, a small table with four chairs. A place for a family to share a casual meal together while looking out at the amazing back yard.

  She releases my hand, wandering over to the French doors so she can see the back yard. Her fingertips lightly run over the doorknob like she’s not sure if she should go out or not. I close my hand over hers and open the door. Joselynn looks up at me with a smile before she walks through the door.

  She leans against the railing on the deck, looking out at the perfectly manicured yard. Huge trees provide shaded areas and there are several flower beds. A privacy fence stretches along the property line making the whole yard a perfect oasis.

  “There’s room for a pool if you want one. And over there,” I point to a space between a couple of trees, “is a great place to put a swingset.”

  The shocked look on her face is beyond amusing. “Swingset?” she repeats.

  “Yeah, for our kids.”

  “Oh.”

  Not wanting her to dwell on my plans for our future. I distract her with showing her the rest of the house. We go room to room, saving the master suite for last.

  “This place is amazing, Drake.”

  “I knew the moment I saw it that this was the perfect house for us.”

  A genuine smile lights up her face. The more I say that the house is ‘ours,’ that I picked it for ‘us,’ the more she seems to warm up to the idea.

  “Us,” she whispers under her breath like she’s trying the concept on for size.

  I tug her into my arms, holding her close. “Yes, us. I bought this house for you. I want to live here with you. This house is just a square box, empty and lifeless without you to fill it.”

  Her eyes turn glassy like she’s going to cry, but my fierce little firecracker doesn’t give in to the tears, even if they are happy ones. And they are happy ones, I can see the excitement blooming on her face. A spark of hope grows in my chest.

  “Come on, let me show you the best part.”

  “I thought this,” she waves her hands around encompassing the whole house, “was the best part.”

  “Nope. The best is yet to come.” I lead her to the master suite and am pleased when she sucks in a breath at the sight.

  I look at the room, seeing what she’s seeing for the first time and hoping that I got everything perfect. The focal point in the room is a massive king-sized bed. She runs her fingers over the cream-colored duvet like she needs to touch it to make sure it’s real. I know the exact moment she notices the reading nook. She gives an adorable little squeal and practically dances toward it.

  With a content sigh, she sinks into the pillow covered lounge chair, the designer called it a chaise or something. “This is amazing, Drake. I thought my little nook in my apartment was p
erfect, but this… This is a whole other world.”

  It doesn’t take her long to explore the small bookcase, aside from a vase of fresh-cut flowers, the shelf is empty, waiting for her favorite books. The sunlight filters in through the window, making her blonde hair shine. She looks like a damn angel, and I know that without a doubt I don’t deserve her perfection, but I’ll be damned if I give her up.

  She’s mine.

  “If you like that you should see the bathroom.”

  Her face lights up with excitement. As she walks past me to go explore the rest of the suite, I give her butt a teasing smack, and she smirks back at me.

  “Oh. My. God. I think I’ve died and gone to bathroom heaven.”

  I make my way into the room and laugh when I find Joselynn stretched out, clothes and all, in the massive bathtub. “I take it you approve?”

  “Oh, I so approve. I think I’ll just live right here. This bathtub is as big as my whole bathroom in my apartment!”

  A sad look skates over her face, and I know she’s thinking about Frankie in her private space. I don’t want her dwelling on that, so I lift her out of the tub and carry her to the bed, tossing her on it. She bounces once, giggling. I crawl up on the bed until I’m hovering over her prone body. Her breaths come in quick pants. Her eyes glazed with lust.

  “Now isn’t this more comfortable than the tub?” I ask, running my nose over her cheek and down her neck, teasing her with my breath on her sensitive skin.

  She arches her neck, giving me better access. “Much.” I lick her where her pulse is fluttering wildly, and she moans. “So much better.”

  “Mmm, yes, it is.” I trail kisses up to her lips. The second our lips touch, we ignite. Her soft little tongue pushes past my lips, begging me to deepen the kiss. I can’t resist. Don’t want to resist. I kiss her like I want to crawl inside her.

  With a hand on my shoulder, she gently pushes me until I’m lying on my back and she’s hovering over me. She’s chewing on her bottom lip, something she does when she’s nervous. “I want to see you, Drake.”

  The sincerity in her voice and the absolute love and trust I see in her eyes ease the dread that I’ve been harboring since we first became intimate and I knew that she’d have to see everything. With a silent nod, I raise up and tug my t-shirt over my head.

  She sucks in a breath, and I close my eyes, turning my head, half expecting her to get up and run from the room. I know what she’s seeing for the first time. The nightmare that is thick scars running down the entire left side of my body from shoulder to thigh. The puckered pink skin of my left side turns to tanned smooth skin on the right. One side hideous. One side perfect.

  “God, Drake,” her words are whispered. “You’re beautiful.”

  Anger rushes through me at her lie. I know what I am and beautiful is far from it. “You don’t have to lie. I’m not an idiot. I know what I look like.”

  She shakes her head, running her fingers over my perfect right side, but she’s looking at my scars. I expect her to argue with words, but like she always does, she shocks me by leaning forward and pressing light kisses to my scars.

  All of my breath rushes out of me at the first caress of Joselynn’s lips on my skin. The scarred skin has always felt numb to me, almost separate from the rest of me, but every single touch from Joselynn is like a hot brand I can feel to my very soul.

  “Drake, you. Are. Beautiful.” She punctuates each word with a kiss. She kisses her way down my chest until she’s stopped by my jeans. With a frustrated tug, she unbuckles my belt and works the zipper of my pants. Within seconds she has me completely naked. She’s standing at the foot of the bed, frozen with my jeans in her hands. Her eyes are on my cock, which is thick and hard. I drop of pre-come slides down my length. Joselynn licks her lips hungrily. She shakes herself out of her mesmerized staring, drops my jeans, and crawls her way up my body looking very much like the cat that got the canary.

  She pauses at my knees, taking in the scars that run from thigh to hip before meeting the scars that run up my chest. Joselynn gives those scars the same attention, not leaving a single inch of scarred skin untouched. Showing me with action, not words, exactly how she feels.

  I shudder when her hair tickles over my cock. My movement distracts her from her task, and with a little purr of excitement, she turns her attention to my thick cock. I have to fist the blankets under me to keep from taking control when she licks me from the base of my cock to the head where she slowly swirls her tongue, licking me like her favorite lollipop.

  “Fuck! Firecracker, you’re hot little mouth.”

  I go cross-eyed when she opens her mouth and takes me inside. It’s a struggle, but I force myself to open my eyes, not wanting to miss the vision that is Joselynn sucking my dick. She takes me to the back of my throat, gagging a little before pulling back. “Shit, baby, you don’t have to.”

  “Want it,” she pants taking me back into her mouth, this time she doesn’t gag. I swear I see Jesus when she swallows around my length, swirling her tongue on the underside of my cock. Her hand wraps around the part of me that won’t fit in her mouth. It’s stimulation overdrive that pushes me over the edge. One of my hands finds its way into her hair as my hips thrust up until I’m fucking her sweet little mouth. Joselynn doesn’t protest, she gives over control, looking at me through hooded eyes. I’m on the edge of coming. I don’t want to come in her mouth, though. I want to be buried in her pussy when I blow.

  I pull her off of me and flip her onto her back. Her lips are swollen, and she’s completely breathless. Not giving her a moment to protest, I tug her shirt off, throwing it over my shoulder. She looks like a fucking dream come true stretched out before me. Naked save for a scrap of pink and purple satin and lace. I didn’t have time to fully appreciate the way her panties cling to her like a second skin earlier. We were in too much of a fever rush to slow down. She reaches down to take off her panties, and I bat her hands away.

  “Nuh-uh, I’m not done looking at you yet.”

  Joselynn flushes a pretty shade of pink. Whether it’s from arousal or shyness, I’m not sure. She moves to cover her breasts, and I carefully grab her hands, moving them up above her head. I gauge her reaction every step of the way, making sure she’s still with me and not getting lost in the past. Her lips are parted, and her eyes blaze with lust.

  “Drake…”

  “You had your chance, now it’s my turn to worship your body. Keep your hands there,” I say lightly pressing her fingers into place above her head.

  Her blue eyes spark fire at me, and I can tell she’s prepared to protest but thinks better of it. She parts her lips, her tongue makes a slow sweep over her lips, wetting them enticingly. Like a siren’s call, I slowly lean into her, keeping a scant inch between us, touching nothing but her lips with mine.

  I kiss her slow and sweet, while she does everything she can to tease me into giving in. She loses herself to the moment, wrapping her arms around my neck, forgetting my command to leave them above her.

  “Aa-aa-aah,” I scold. It takes a little prying to disentangle Joselynn’s hands from their grip on me, but once I have them free, I push them back to the mattress on either side of her head. “I said, keep them here. It’s my turn.”

  Her whole body shivers at the authority in my tone. It seems my girl might have a little bit of a submissive side to her, despite the abuse she’s suffered. Definitely, something to explore. Later. Right now, I want her too damn bad.

  Lightly, I kiss her again. Deepening the kiss until our tongues are dueling for control. Joselynn might have some submissive fantasies, but she’s no submissive. She likes a bit of power in the bedroom, and I’m not mad at that. I love that she knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to go after it.

  This time its Joselynn that breaks our kiss. “Drake, please.”

  Her fingers flex, and I can see how badly she wants to touch me but is doing what she was told and leaving her hands in place. As a reward for her patience, I
take one of her nipples between my lips while gently pinching the other. Joselynn’s head falls back as she arches into my touch.

  Her hips rock up into mine, and I hiss at the contact. The only thing keeping me from slipping into her sweet heaven is a flimsy pair of panties. I was determined to take my time with her. To worship her like she deserves, but once again, she’s derailing my plans with her delectable body.

  Not ready to give up my prize, I turn all my attention to her pretty pink nipples. Sucking and licking the tight buds in my mouth. Lavishing them both with attention until she’s a moaning, writhing mess beneath me, begging me for more. Begging me to never stop. I happily oblige, nipping, and sucking each peak until she’s practically mindless with desire.

  “Drake, please, I need you. I need you so bad I ache with wanting you.”

  She’s not the only one.

  Reluctantly, I abandon her breasts for sweeter things. I kiss my way down her stomach, pausing to dip my tongue into her belly button. She giggles and squirms. Before she complains, I continue to rain kisses on her as I make my way down the length of her body until finally, I’m at the promised land.

  I nudge her legs further apart groaning when I see the wet spot on her panties. She’s positively drenched for me. I place a kiss to her clit through her panties.

  “Are you attached to these?” I ask tugging on the flimsy fabric.

  “No, why?” The confused look on her face is adorable.

  You’ll see, I think to myself before ripping her panties off her body. She gasps in shock, then moans as my mouth descends on her wet heat. I waste no time licking her soft folds. I flick her clit with my tongue, then circle it, teasing her until she’s pushing her hips up into me, desperate for me to give her what she needs.

  With one hand, I pin her hips to the bed. She lets out a frustrated growl that turns into a moan when I finally relent, sucking her clit into my mouth until she’s coming. Her sweet honey floods my mouth, and I drink it down.