Page 61 of Accidental Fire
Riv moved my calves to rest on his shoulders as he licked the underside of my cock, while a slick finger circled my entrance. When he pushed inside, it burned a little, but my imagination had gotten the best of me and made it worse when I imagined what his thick cock would feel like as it pushed inside.
He sucked my cockhead into his hot mouth and swirled his tongue under the crown. Sparks lit up behind my eyelids, which was when I realized I’d closed them. The sensual torture was unlike anything I’d experienced until that moment. The man knew his way around a cock and an ass, and damn, was I glad.
His fingers pushed me to the edge with every stroke of my prostate as he sucked my cock, edging me until I was ready to explode. “I’m gonna come, Riv. Please.” I wasn’t too proud to beg.
“Okay, baby. I’m going in.”
I opened my eyes to see his sexy smirk. “You sound like a fireman.”
My dick started to flag, but River tapped my entrance with the head of his hard prick, reminding me what we were doing. Removing my calves from his shoulders, I pulled my legs back to give him a better view. I clenched without thinking.
“Baby, you need to relax. Breathe with me.” He stopped any forward movement immediately and sat back on his heels, taking my hand and putting it on his chest.
“We do not have to do this. I love you, and if you’re this afraid to try, that’s okay, Kit. You make my heart speed up when you walk into a room, you know. Seeing your smile lights up my insides and makes me wonder how I got so lucky to meet you and have you fall in love with me. I think I fell in love with you the minute you closed the bathroom door at Nate’s house and told me to put my head between my knees.”
Tears pricked my eyes as I listened to his beautiful words, and I exhaled. “Let’s try again. I’m ready.”
When he slowly slid inside me, it did burn worse than his fingers, but once he bottomed out and gazed into my eyes, I made up my mind that he’d be my husband one day—and that was a phrase I’d never thought I’d say in all my life.
Epilogue
River
Kit drove us downtown in his GMC Sierra truck to the iHeartRadio offices, where the interview was being recorded. I hoped Lerner had the things I’d asked them to bring to the station. I wasn’t sure about deliveries, though they’d been certain there was plenty of time for my order to show up when I asked them to do me the favor.
They were a huge lifesaver for all of us after the shit Marshall put us through, and we already trusted they would keep their word. We were set to plan the future of Accidental Fire, and I was thrilled Lerner would represent us going forward.
Arlo, Goldie, Hardy, and JD were waiting for me in the makeup room. Kit went into the green room where the assistant had directed him, allowing the guys and me to talk about what had been happening since we’d finished the tour. We’d all been doing our own thing, which had been nice. When Lerner came into the room with a box, I knew they’d come through for me.
“Gentlemen, happy Thursday. How are we all doing?” Lerner asked, their polite smile reassuring us they had everything under control.
They were dressed in a nice tweed jacket with an ivory ruffled top and a gray flannel skirt that matched perfectly. The lace-up boots were cool, and I hoped some of their style sense rubbed off on me.
I wore the rust-colored silk shirt Lauren had sent, but I’d traded the ivory satin pants for a pair of my own black jeans. Kit hadn’t liked them, and I’d agreed with him. I’d felt a bit exposed wearing them. We were doing a radio show, not a television show or a concert, but there would be a photographer taking photos for Barker Dussault to use in promotions for the band and the album, and my dick did not need to be the focus.
We chatted with Lerner for a bit as we took our turns in the makeup and hair chairs as they opened the box. “Here’s the double album sets you all need to autograph for the stations togive away across the country. The LA stations are giving away tickets to The Offbeat concert redo, and you’ll be doing a meet-and-greet there for one hundred fans to get the albums signed personally, just as you asked.”
They put a stack of one hundred albums on the table, and I grinned. “That’s not too bad.”
Lerner laughed. “There are five hundred more at the record studio for you to sign when we meet with Mr. Ashby tomorrow to talk about next steps. We need to have all of them signed this week so they can be mailed out before Thanksgiving for distribution during the holiday season for iHeart’s Jingle Ball promotion.”
Lerner then turned toward me. “I have the package you sent to my office. I also have the album you requested for Kit. Is there anything else I can help you with?”
“No, but thanks a lot for doing this, Lerner. I appreciate your help.” They nodded and went about handing out Sharpies, and we all dug into the stack of albums to autograph them as Lerner had asked.
“What did you have sent to Lerner? My Christmas present?” Goldie teased as he elbowed me in the ribs.
I ignored him. “Will you guys sign this one first? I promised it to Kit when he started working for us.”
JD laughed. “Working forus, huh? Yeah, I heard you and himworkingin the sleeper cab of his truck one day when we stopped for lunch outside Portland. When’s my turn to have Kitworkon me?”
The other guys laughed with him, but I didn’t give a damn. I was planning a future with the man I loved, and it was time for the first step.
“Are any of you married?” Jamie St. Marie, one of the DJs for the weekend countdown show, asked. He was about forty, and his partner, Viv, was sitting at the desk next to him.
“Jamie, they’re a little young to be married,” Viv said. We all nervously laughed. Lerner had said it was best to keep the topic on the music during the interview. We didn’t owe anyone personal information about us, and I liked their attitude.
“Well, we’re not too young to be married, but so far, we’re all single,” Hardy said.
