Page 34 of Dirty Little Virgin
“You do that. And so will I.” He pulls a long-handled lighter from one of the drawers. “I’ll be back for the steaks shortly.”
Moving about the kitchen, I find the bag of potatoes and pull out a couple of nice-sized ones. Washing them, I find a small microwave-safe dish to put them in and poke holes in them the way he told me to. Setting them in the microwave, I catch a glimpse of Pierce as he starts the fire in a propane bar-b-que pit on the porch.
A huge burst of flames comes out of the pit, and I see Pierce’s shirt sleeve is on fire. Grabbing a kitchen towel, I hurry out to him, finding him running. “Roll, Pierce!”
He’s actually fanning the flame in his panic, making it even bigger. I haul ass to get to him as he’s running in crazy circles. Managing to catch him, I push him to the ground somehow and put the flames out with the kitchen towel as he shouts curse words and looks wild-eyed.
We look at one another as we both catch our breath. “Thanks.”
I laugh and smile as we sit up. Pushing up what’s left of the sleeve, I see Pierce’s skin is only slightly pink. “Come on. Let’s get some of that antibiotic cream on this.”
I get up and offer him a hand, which he takes. “You sure did think quickly. How’d you know I’d caught myself on fire, baby?”
“I was watching you out the window. Some luck, huh? The way you were headed, I think you might’ve caught the forest on fire if I hadn’t tackled you.” I laugh, but see him looking at me with wonder in his eyes.
“Yeah, I wonder how the hell you managed that.”
“I don’t know. My adrenaline kicked in. Call me the Hulk if you want to,” I say as I continue to laugh.
“My little angel. My strong little angel,” he mutters as I lead him into the house and to the bathroom.
“I’m sure you were thrown off by being so panic-stricken,” I offer him as an excuse as to why I knocked him down so easily. “Sit on the toilet, and I’ll tend to your burn.” I put the lid down, and he takes a seat.
“Panic-stricken?” he asks. “I don’t think I was all that panicked.”
“No, of course you weren’t,” I say with a soft voice as I rub an alcohol wipe over his pink-tinged skin.
“Ow! Damn, baby!”
“Sorry, I know it burns.” I blow across the surface of his poor pink skin. “Is that better?”
He nods, and I put the cream on it, sure the burn will stop hurting with the painkiller in it. I turn to find some gauze and wrap it loosely around his forearm. “I bet that’ll be better in a couple of days. Don’t you?” I ask him.
I look to find him gazing at me. “Huh? Oh, yeah, a couple of days.” He pushes my hair back as it’s fallen into my face. “Thanks, Jade. Really.”
“Not a big deal, sweetie. I’m sure if I were on fire you’d help me too.” I kiss his cheek. “How about you rest on the sofa and read a bit while I figure out how to make the dinner? I can YouTube it or something. I think you just left the propane on too long. I’ll shut it off and let it air out before I try to light it again.” I pull his hand, and he gets up, allowing me to lead him to the living room.
“No, I’m not that hurt, Jade. I can still do it. I think you’re right. I left the propane on too long. I can deal with that. Let’s get back to the way I planned things in the first place. Fiasco over. Back to business as usual,” he says then, laughs.
“You sure, sweetheart? I can figure it out while you drink a beer. I saw the fridge that’s out in the garage; it’s filled with them.”
“It is?” I guess the owner left it. “I could use one. But bring it to me outside. I’m not about to turn into a big baby over a little burn. Even though I did see my life flash before my eyes.”
With a nod, I head to the kitchen and out the door that goes off it that leads to the garage. Grabbing him a beer, I make my way back out to him, finding him being very careful as he makes a second attempt at lighting the fire. When he gets it done easily this time, we both breathe sighs of relief.
Handing him the beer, I say, “You know what? You told me I’d like serving and doing things for someone if I cared about them. You were right about that. What kind of salad dressing would you like?”
“Ranch,” he says, then winks at me. “Tomorrow we’ll start your training. Testing your limits. What do you think about that?”
“I think I’m getting excited about it. I want to start working on small parts of the scene you wrote for me. Maybe you can tie me up the way you planned.”
“And give you a small dose of what the flogger can do for you?” he asks with raised brows.
“I like that idea. And tonight, when we go to bed, get a little rough with me, if you’d like to. I kind of like it when you smack my ass.” I shake it as I walk back inside to deal with the rest of dinner.
His growl follows me and sends a shiver down my spine. I’ve just signed up for a little rough play tonight. I hope I’m not moving too fast. But damn it, his hand on my ass drives me crazy. In a good way.
Starting the potatoes in the microwave, I turn around to find Pierce standing on the other side of the bar, staring at me. “Are you real, Jade?”
