thighs, he positioned his cock at her opening, cupped her bottom and lifted her, and sank into her slick channel.
“Oh! Oh, God, yes,” she cried. “Been too long. Fuck me.”
He started with slow thrusts, angling deep. Watched his rod impale her pussy again and again, until a warning tingle began at the base of his spine and his balls tightened. Wouldn’t be long.
Lowering her bottom, he covered her body with his and gathered her to his chest, wanting this closeness when they came together. The sense of completeness. He fucked her hard and fast, their breaths mingling. Drove them higher.
“Ah, fuck!” he yelled, every muscle locking down as he pumped his load inside her. She clung to his shoulders, riding out the wave, milking his cock. Bathing him with heat.
When the last of their spasms subsided, he collapsed over her, sweaty and panting. And more satisfied than he’d been in months. Maybe ever. “Does this mean you’re giving me another chance?”
She smoothed a finger over his jaw, her expression so tender he could’ve wept. “It means we’re taking things one day at a time. sir,” she added softly.
Oh, God. Did she have any clue what that did to him? He kissed her thoroughly before coming up for air. “Works for me.”
“Now feed me, tough guy. We have a file to study.”
It wasn’t the commitment he’d hoped for, but it was a start. Probably more than he deserved.
But he’d put his foot in the crack of that door and shove it wide open. Come hell or high water.
Four
“Y ou prepared for the grilling we’re gonna get from Michael?” Blaze glanced at Emma as he drove them back to the compound. The hour was early, still dark, and few cars were on the road.
Too friggin’ early considering they’d been up half the night reading and absorbing the information on their case. And exercising her mattress during the other half. “I’m ready.” She rubbed her tired eyes, wishing she’d put on at least a touch of makeup. Her bloodshot eyeballs in her pale face probably looked like two assholes in a snow bank, as her grandma used to say. “I can’t believe one of those guys is a major. This sucks.”
“Look on the bright side—we get hazard pay. You know, in case the major and his buddies get wise and tell Dietz, and they decide we’d look great in cement shoes.” He grinned, apparently not bothered by the prospect.
“You missed your calling as a comedian.”
“I’m a riot at family reunions.”
“You have a family? I thought you were hatched.”
“Now who’s the funny one? I’ll have you know my relatives love me even if they think I’m a bit off. Which, in our crew, is saying a lot.”
“You mean there’s a whole flock of Kellys running around with a glitch in the ol’ gene pool?” she teased.
“Yep. My uncle was the original flower child. Claims he spent a whole summer down in Texas smoking pot with Janis Joplin, and most of us believe him. He’s an aging hippie with a brilliant IQ, still sports a ponytail and wears bell bottoms, and thinks I don’t know where he hides his weed when I visit.”
She couldn’t help but laugh at the picture he’d painted of his uncle. “You’re kidding.”
“No. Scout’s honor.”
“Now I don’t have to wonder where you got a name like Blaze. That is your real name, isn’t it?”
“Yeah. I have my uncle to thank for that, too. He’s one of those cerebral types who believes a name should fit the soul, or some shit.”
“Look on the bright side. You could’ve been stuck with Moon Unit, Dweezil, or Apple.” No mention of his parents. Interesting. But if he didn’t want to talk about them, she wasn’t going to kill the fun mood by bringing up the subject.
“Yeah, our occupations are strange enough. As it is, we boast a moonshiner, a belly dancer, a lion tamer, and a rock star in rehab.”
She snorted. “A lion tamer?”
“Told you, we could found the city of Kooksville.”
“Who’s the rock star? Anyone I’d
“Oh! Oh, God, yes,” she cried. “Been too long. Fuck me.”
He started with slow thrusts, angling deep. Watched his rod impale her pussy again and again, until a warning tingle began at the base of his spine and his balls tightened. Wouldn’t be long.
Lowering her bottom, he covered her body with his and gathered her to his chest, wanting this closeness when they came together. The sense of completeness. He fucked her hard and fast, their breaths mingling. Drove them higher.
“Ah, fuck!” he yelled, every muscle locking down as he pumped his load inside her. She clung to his shoulders, riding out the wave, milking his cock. Bathing him with heat.
When the last of their spasms subsided, he collapsed over her, sweaty and panting. And more satisfied than he’d been in months. Maybe ever. “Does this mean you’re giving me another chance?”
She smoothed a finger over his jaw, her expression so tender he could’ve wept. “It means we’re taking things one day at a time. sir,” she added softly.
Oh, God. Did she have any clue what that did to him? He kissed her thoroughly before coming up for air. “Works for me.”
“Now feed me, tough guy. We have a file to study.”
It wasn’t the commitment he’d hoped for, but it was a start. Probably more than he deserved.
But he’d put his foot in the crack of that door and shove it wide open. Come hell or high water.
Four
“Y ou prepared for the grilling we’re gonna get from Michael?” Blaze glanced at Emma as he drove them back to the compound. The hour was early, still dark, and few cars were on the road.
Too friggin’ early considering they’d been up half the night reading and absorbing the information on their case. And exercising her mattress during the other half. “I’m ready.” She rubbed her tired eyes, wishing she’d put on at least a touch of makeup. Her bloodshot eyeballs in her pale face probably looked like two assholes in a snow bank, as her grandma used to say. “I can’t believe one of those guys is a major. This sucks.”
“Look on the bright side—we get hazard pay. You know, in case the major and his buddies get wise and tell Dietz, and they decide we’d look great in cement shoes.” He grinned, apparently not bothered by the prospect.
“You missed your calling as a comedian.”
“I’m a riot at family reunions.”
“You have a family? I thought you were hatched.”
“Now who’s the funny one? I’ll have you know my relatives love me even if they think I’m a bit off. Which, in our crew, is saying a lot.”
“You mean there’s a whole flock of Kellys running around with a glitch in the ol’ gene pool?” she teased.
“Yep. My uncle was the original flower child. Claims he spent a whole summer down in Texas smoking pot with Janis Joplin, and most of us believe him. He’s an aging hippie with a brilliant IQ, still sports a ponytail and wears bell bottoms, and thinks I don’t know where he hides his weed when I visit.”
She couldn’t help but laugh at the picture he’d painted of his uncle. “You’re kidding.”
“No. Scout’s honor.”
“Now I don’t have to wonder where you got a name like Blaze. That is your real name, isn’t it?”
“Yeah. I have my uncle to thank for that, too. He’s one of those cerebral types who believes a name should fit the soul, or some shit.”
“Look on the bright side. You could’ve been stuck with Moon Unit, Dweezil, or Apple.” No mention of his parents. Interesting. But if he didn’t want to talk about them, she wasn’t going to kill the fun mood by bringing up the subject.
“Yeah, our occupations are strange enough. As it is, we boast a moonshiner, a belly dancer, a lion tamer, and a rock star in rehab.”
She snorted. “A lion tamer?”
“Told you, we could found the city of Kooksville.”
“Who’s the rock star? Anyone I’d
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