Page 18 of Redwood Blaze
And three times.
And I’m sent into the stars.
My lips crash to his as I frantically ride his cock through a long fall and then just when I think I’m safe, another fall over a deeper edge when he drives deeper and harder, reaching his own bliss and releasing everything he has.
Our breathing is harsh and labored. I lay my head against his shoulder, our bodies still connected as if we break the connection something bad will happen.
And it just might.
I hear the noise. Rusty’s arm falls from my waist as I sit up on the couch. “Rusty,” I shake him. “Rusty!” I whisper into his ear and he smiles.
“Hey baby, hmmm.” He snuggles into my neck.
“I think there’s someone outside.”
His eyes pop open. “Shit.” He sits up.
We both decided it was probably smarter to put our clothes back on. And now I’m thinking that was the better choice, even if I really wanted to sleep in his arms naked, pressed to his long and lanky body.
I swear he’s some kind of drug because I’m finding him ultra-addictive. My pussy pulses remembering to last night’s session right here on the couch. I’ve never been to heights like that.
Certainly not with Gideon. He was a get in, get off, get out kind of guy and if I wanted to get there, I had to prep myself and then he would do his thing and if I got there, great. But if not, well, it certainly wasn’t his fault.
But I could see in Rusty’s face that he was holding out. Waiting for me to get mine before he would get his. And damn, did I get it. I got the sizzle from the tips of my toes to the roots of my hair. Everything standing at attention while fireworks burst from inside of me.
There’s a scratchy sound and a weird squeak.
“There it is again,” I whisper.
My phone buzzes on the coffee table.
Rusty contacted Cole and let him know that we’re safe, but now I’m starting to wonder if we really are.
I lift my phone and read.
Gideon: Until you come out of hiding, I’ll kill one of your fire buddies every hour. I’ve got nothing better to do. So why don’t you be the “hero” you always thought you were and meet me at the corner of Third and Valley Streets in this shithole of a town? They can live and you can pay for what you did to me.
“Rusty…” I hand over the phone and he reads it.
“Well, it’s probably not him outside the cabin then, but this guy is a piece of fuckin’ work.”
“And he’ll only escalate if I don’t go.”
“Baby, the guys aren’t at HQ, almost all are in the field and we can have them go on lockdown. Cole texted me last night that they found Trav at the base of the lookout. He repelled the hundred-ten feet like damn James Bond.”
That sounds about right. Trav is a hundred percent adrenaline junkie.
“Is he going to be okay?”
“He’s in surgery for a bullet to his shoulder, but he should be okay. The bigger problem is that damn fire. It spread to the north and is threatening a couple of houses.”
“You need to go.” I stand and gather his things.
“No, I can’t leave you.”
“He obviously doesn’t know where I am, so yes, you can. I’ll be fine here.”
Rusty stands and paces the floor. “If I go, you have to promise me to stay inside. Donotgo outside.”
