Page 35 of Raging Inferno

“Jimmy,” I whisper.

“Get it Jimmy,” Amber cheers.

Pushing him away, I lean the phone away from us and glare at my sister.

“I’ll be there in an hour to pick up Christopher.”

“Take your time,” she says. “You have five years of sex you need to make up for.” Robbing me of the satisfaction of hanging up on her, she disconnects the call. I really hope the revolving door to Amber’s bedroom shuts because if it does, I’m going to wreak as much havoc on her as she has done to me.

God help the poor bastard who revives her vagina.

Embarrassed by my sister’s brutal honesty, I drop the phone back onto the nightstand and force myself to meet Jimmy’s eyes.

“Well, that was fun,” he says. The sly grin on his face reminds me of all the ways he revived me throughout the night.

“My sister has no filter.”

“I’m just glad I could be of service,” he teases. Sliding between my legs, he bends my knee and places a kiss on the inside of my thigh. “Tell me, Melissa, did you see stars?”

“Watch it, Jimmy,” I warn hoarsely as he continues to pepper my thigh with kisses. “Your head might not fit into your helmet anymore.”

He smiles against my thigh before draping it over his shoulder. Lifting the hem of the t-shirt, he exposes my bare pussy to his eyes and a guttural groan escapes his lips.

“It’s a risk I’m willing to take,” he says. Lowering his mouth, he uses his fingers to spread my lips and takes his time, lavishly licking me.

“What are you doing?” I murmur. After last night, I know how this goes. It starts with oral and quickly escalates. Before either of us know it, we’ll be going at it for hours and multiple orgasms will be had by all. “I have to go.”

“CPR,” he growls, sliding two thick fingers inside of me as his tongue finds my clit.

“Jimmy,” I protest. “I really have to go.”

My voice is weak even to my own ears and I instinctively throw my other leg over his shoulder as I thread my fingers through his hair. Cradling the back of his head, I lift my hips and start to ride his fingers and his tongue.

He nips and sucks at the tiny bundle of nerves, unraveling me with every teasing motion as he continues to pump his fingers in and out of me. Keeping one hand on the back of his head, I lift the other to my breast and roll one of my nipples between my fingers.

“Right there,” I moan. “Yes, God, yes,” I whimper as my hips buck and he crooks his fingers. My orgasm hits me hard and my body goes lax as I ride the wave. His fingers and mouth leave me, and my legs fall to the sides of him. Before I can come down from the high, he pushes his cock deep inside of me, hitting all the right places. Lifting my arms above my head, he drops his mouth to mine and swallows my moans, almost instantly bringing me to another orgasm.

Jimmy continues to drive in and out of me mercilessly until we’re both panting and screaming one another’s name as we come. It’s in that moment, when he drops his weight and kisses my cheek, that I wonder how I’ve gone five years without the physical contact of a man. As much as I missed the orgasms, I missed having someone hold me and kiss me. I missed staring into someone’s eyes and knowing there was no place in the world either of us would rather be.

That’s not saying it isn’t strange looking into Jimmy’s eyes or having him be the man that holds me. I never imagined I’d want anyone else in my life, that I would share this with anyone other than Chris and yet, here I am, in Jimmy’s bed wishing we had more time, wishing we had forever.

While I may have allowed myself to move on, I’m not sure I’ll ever allow myself to believe in forever. Especially not with a man who risks his life every day he wakes.

I don’t think—no, I know I can’t survive giving my heart to another man only to lose him again.

“When can I see you again?” Jimmy asks, twirling a lock of my hair around his finger. Forcing the morbid thoughts to the back of my mind, I lift my hand to his cheek and stroke the five o’clock shadow covering his face.

“What you really mean to ask is when can we spend the night together again isn’t it?”

Bending his head, he gives my lips a quick peck before pulling out and rolling onto his back beside me. Taking my hand in his, he brushes his lips over my knuckles and stares at me.

“That too.”

“I’m not sure,” I answer honestly.

“I have a busy week before school breaks for Thanksgiving.”

Pausing for a beat, I cock my head to the side. We’ve only been seriously together for a month and now, the holidays are quickly approaching. Neither of us has mentioned our plans and I’m suddenly curious as to how Jimmy spends his holidays. Other than his daughters, he doesn’t speak much of family. If he has a pain in the ass sister like me, she’s not in his life nagging him like mine is and I never asked about his parents.

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