Burns Like Fire (Dangerous Creatures #1) (8 page)

Cindy relished in the sounds Jack made as he watched her wet her lips with her tongue. His moans grew deeper when she pressed her wet mouth around the head of his cock, then slid down the swollen length of his shaft.

She could feel every throb, every pulsing vein, and even she couldn't help but moan a little as he thrust the rest of the way inside.

Yeah, the sound of his soft moans and sighs while his hand went into her hair, was exactly as she remembered. Now she was going to make sure she was
better
than he remembered.

Chapter Ten

For the first two minutes of dead silence after Jack told Cindy the truth, he thought he'd made the biggest, worst, and stupidest mistake of his life.

Cindy took several deep breaths, her amethyst eyes incredibly wide, and Jack worried that she was about to have a panic attack.

He would too, if she took it badly. He didn't think she would hurt him, but the idea of losing her, of never seeing her again, seemed so much worse than any pain she could inflict on him.

"Cindy? Baby, it's not how you're thinking it is."

She inhaled deeply through her nose, and then released her breath through her mouth. "Oh yeah? How do you know what I'm thinking?"

"I didn't tell my father about you, or my brothers, none of them know."

That seemed to get her attention, and she stopped hyperventilating.

He took her hand and held it tightly to his chest. "I love you. I'm never going to hurt you. That's why I want to go away with you. I don't want this life. If I was on the fence about it before, then I'm not now. I know you. You're a pyro, sure, but you're nothing like how the collectors or the agency describe you to be. Even before I met you, I knew I didn't want to spend my life chasing down paranormals. But after meeting you, and after you trusted me with your secret, things became so different. It wasn't just about being uncomfortable living in that line of work anymore. I could never do something like that again knowing that these people are like you."

Cindy allowed a soft laugh to escape from her mouth, and she wiped moisture from her shining eyes. "Really?" she asked.

Jack curled his arm around Cindy's waist and held her close.
Relieved
was not the proper word to describe how he felt when she leaned into him and put her arms around him as well.

Monumentally, life-alteringly happy was the better way to put it, even if that wasn’t the right way to phrase it.

"I love you," Jack said. "I can't imagine my life without you. Your beautiful face, your smile. Even your poofy hair."

Cindy all-out laughed, her body shaking in his arms, and he had to look down into her gorgeous face when she smiled.

"So, do you still love me? Even though I'm a bastard hunter?" Jack asked, and he was pretty sure he had her answer.

But then the smile melted right off of her face. Her mouth and her eyes were serious again, and horrible, aching, bone-chewing uncertainty buried itself under his skin. "Cindy?"

"I'm pregnant, Jack."

*****

Jack sighed as Cindy tightened her lips around the shaft of his cock, and then sank down farther until she was deep-throating him. He groaned and let his mouth drop open as he sighed, the pleasure spreading to the rest of his body. He wanted to close his eyes and just give in to the mind-numbing pleasure, to mindlessly thrust forward into that willing mouth and enjoy himself for the first time in forever. Unfortunately he was still suspicious.

He may have been taking a risk, bringing a pyro into his room, but he still knew better than to take his eyes off of his prisoner.

Even if he was dumb enough to go along with her attempt at seducing him because he just couldn't say no, he wouldn't take his eyes away from her.

It was so much fun to watch the way her mouth moved around the column of his erection anyway. Well worth the risk.

She worked slow and steady, just like she used to, always preferring to tease him until he came instead of going insanely fast like in some pornos he'd seen, or like some women he'd had.

That never worked to get him off, not in a way that really resonated with him, anyway.

He put his hands on her thick red hair. She used to hate it when he did that, and she paused for a half a second before she kept up the movement of her mouth and her hands.

Guess he wasn't going to have a fight with her about this. "Good," he said.

Cindy looked up at him, her eyes flashing. She thought he was praising her instead of just finishing off his thoughts aloud like the idiot he was.

That was fine. She
was
pretty damn good, and Jack moaned when Cindy tightened her lips and gently massaged his testicles in her hand. She hummed softly then, and the vibrations around his heavy prick made every nerve in his body snap, crackle and pop. "Oh fuck, you got better at this."

She frowned before pulling away.

"What? What did I say?" he asked. The sudden rush of cold air on his hard cock was jarring, and he wrapped his fist around his erection just to ease the ache that grew without her.

Cindy shook her head as she climbed onto the bed, and straddled his lap. "Nothing. I just
want
you," she said, and she pressed her mouth over Jack's in a deep kiss.

The action threw him off his game. Every muscle in his body stiffened and he waited for some sort of attack.

Nothing came, and her mouth was soft against his, softer than he remembered. She seemed to be waiting for him to do something. Her eyes were open and staring back at him as she kissed him.

It had been so unexpected, but he decided to roll with it instead of overthinking it. He hadn't thought he'd want to kiss her, but fuck him to hell and back, now that her mouth was there, he wanted her even more.

Jack's muscle memory took over as he knew just where to put his hands: on her hips, sliding down to her smooth thighs, right where she liked, and just how to thrust his tongue back against hers in a way that would make her moan.

She opened her mouth for him, allowing his tongue to glide inside of that hot space, and she sucked him as good as she'd sucked on his cock.

Jack moved his fingers down between her legs to the orange hairs of her pubic region, and then he pushed two of them deep between her wet folds. Cindy moaned, her arms tightening around his back, and she thrust her sex against his hand. Jack's breath hitched as he watched her.

She was so wet for him, his fingers were soaked, and just feeling her slick heat, smelling her musk was enough to draw a moan from him. He'd thought his cock couldn't get any harder, or ache for her anymore, but he would have been wrong. Jesus fucking Christ.

"Fuck me, Jack," Cindy said, her voice breathless, and dark pink lips glossy with both of their saliva.

Like he needed to be told. Jack groaned as he pulled his fingers from her cunt, stroking his dick and coating himself with her juices before he lined up his shaft as she lifted herself up. He grabbed onto her hips before she could sink down on him.

The look on her face could almost be described as wild panic. "What are you doing?" she asked, wiggling her hips a little, but he wouldn't let her go.

"I know you're only doing this to try and get me to soften up. Maybe let you go. That is
not
going to happen."

It wasn't going to happen. He wasn't letting her go. So she'd better decide right now if this is really what she wanted.

The silence between them was so heavy and distinct that he could hear the hard, pumping beat of her heart. This was going to be it. The part where she slapped him or scratched at his face and started crying and yelling. Then he was going to take her back down to the basement and feel like an asshole, even though he wasn't doing anything wrong. She was the one who was using him.

Then she started to breathe again, and she nodded.

He was...genuinely shocked. He thought he was going to have to get her downstairs before jumping into a cold shower. In fact, he was back to being suspicious. "What are you playing at?"

Cindy shook her head, but she seemed calm. She wasn't giving off any of the vibes he expected out of a woman he'd just spurned. "Not playing. I want to be with you."

"Even after what I just said," he said, and it was not a question.

She nodded. "Yes."

Now Jack was pretty sure he had that wide eyed shocked look. He couldn't believe it, but at the same time, he didn't want to question it either.

"A beautiful woman is in my arms and wants no-strings-attached sex? I must've done something right this week."

Cindy's cheek twitched, which made sense. That was a dick thing for him to say.

He wasn't going to apologize to her for it. She hadn't apologized for murdering his father and brothers, or for giving him his scars, so he wasn't about to utter an “
I'm sorry”
to her. Ever.

She didn't say anything about his words. She didn't so much as give him a warning glare.

Cindy's hands were soft and gentle as she held onto him by the jaw and pulled him forward for another warm and wet kiss, much slower than their previous one. The press of their mouths almost felt normal. It was like they were still lovers who cared about each other and trusted each other. Jack nearly felt like he'd gone back in time.

He moaned when Cindy lowered herself onto him, her tight, wet sex engulfing his heavy prick until he was balls-deep inside of her, and he was holding onto her as tightly as she was now clutching at him.

Her breasts pressed against his still-clothed chest, and Jack wished he'd gotten undressed too, just so he could feel her naked skin against his own, and relish in the sensation of her tight, budding nipples against his body.

However, the idea that she would look at his scars, and be happy for the sight of them, made him rethink that idea.

The feel of her tight, wet folds clamping down around his cock made every thought vanish from his mind as he became engulfed in pure pleasure.

"Fuck that's good. You're so damn tight.
Move
," he said, and he was already gripping her hips and helping her along with that, thrusting his pelvis back and forth, trying to push his cock deeper into that tight heat as he moved her hips up and down on him.

He'd forgotten. He'd forgotten how good she felt.

Cindy didn't say anything back to him. She just curled her arms around the back of his neck, pressing her face down on his shoulder as she thrust forward and back on her knees. Her moans were muffled against his thin sweater.

Jack moved his hands over her body. He wanted to reacquaint himself with her, make everything fresh in his mind as she circled her pelvis.

His hands roaming over her warm skin made his blood run even hotter. He should've turned on the air conditioning.

Her stomach was still tight and firm, hips and breasts still creating same hourglass shape as the last time. He thought he would notice if there were small differences, but he could tell that she hadn't changed at all.

"Ride me, Cindy," Jack said, and he started mouthing at the shell of her ear, knowing just how much it drove her crazy whenever he used his teeth on that sensitive flesh, and he cupped both of her breasts in his hands. They fit just like they used to. "
Oh
my God."

Cindy's body was coming down on him hard now. She wasn't just riding him now so much as she was tossing him inside a race car that was set to drive off a cliff, and each thrust of her hips was angled so that her clit rubbed against his pubic bone.

He lowered his hand to help her. The second he made contact her spine arched and she cried out to the ceiling.

Then she really went wild.

Holy Christ. He didn't just miss the sex, he'd missed her. He'd missed her taste and the sounds she made when he was inside of her. She still had him trapped. After all this time and despite everything, he was still hers.

If she ever found that out, then he was going to be beyond fucked.

The bed shifted beneath them and the joints squeaked with the force of her surging hips. Jack fucking loved it.

The only problem was Jack didn't have nearly the amount of control he wanted, and that needed to change.

Cindy yelled in surprise when he suddenly grabbed her and flipped her over, putting her back down on the bed, knees up and around his waist. Her strong thighs squeezed him, and Jack sighed. "That's what I want."

His hips pumped back and forth like they were being operated by a machine. "You look so damn good, beneath me with your hair spread out like that."

Cindy threw her head back and yelled. She moaned and cursed, and flat out bossed him around, which was new. "Right there! Don't you dare stop!
Uhhng
, fuck me."

"I am," Jack said through clenched teeth, and Cindy really locked him in place when she crossed her ankles together behind his ass.

Fuck
, maybe he should've gotten naked. He was wearing too many clothes. He wanted to feel her warm skin all over his body, and the fact that he wasn't, that he could only touch her skin to skin with his hands, was such a damned tease.

He was so close. So fucking close he could feel it right there, just out of his reach and ready to burst free if he just kept on going.

Cindy's hands moved under Jack's shirt, pushing it up his back, and she let her nails claw down his spine, down his ragged scar before his brain could even put together what was happening. The sudden flare of pain coupled with the mind numbing pleasure made his balls seize up almost all the way into his body, and like there was a miniature jet engine inside of him, his orgasm shot through him with the force of a bullet, or a rocket, and Jack bit down on the sheets beside Cindy's face as he came with a muffled yell.