Scorcher (5 page)
“It could never be your fault, Ginny-mine.” Then his Dad did that disgusting thing again. He kissed Phoebe’s mother. Double
ew
.
“
Ew
! Dad! Come on, kids here!”
Brant eased around the bed toward Phoebe. She seemed just as disgusted as he was by their parents’ display. When he was close enough, he reached out and traced one smooth as chocolate cheek. “Phoebe.”
“Brant, I…”
“I love you, Phoebe. Mate with me? I don’t know if we’re true mates like our parents seem to be, but I can’t imagine my life without you.”
“But you
lied
.”
“So did you.”
“I like to think of it as miscommunication,”
Brenton
and I are true mates, it makes sense that the two of you would be as well since you
are
our children… Just a thought…”
Phoebe took his hand, soft fingers brushing his knuckles. “So maybe…”
“More than maybe.”
Brant captured her lips in a searing kiss, tongues dueling for dominance.
And in the background, Brant heard
In the end, it wasn’t. Just as their parents left, a nurse entered, breaking up their party before it had a chance to get going, and informing them that Phoebe was being released and could go home at any time once she completed the paperwork.
Brant filled it all out and held it for his lover’s signature before the nurse had a chance to remove all of the monitoring devices from Phoebe. To say he was anxious to be alone with her was an understatement of gargantuan proportions.
Phoebe dressed in record time. She tossed on her dress, thankful for the built-in bra (easy access), slipped her feet into her sandals, and decided to forego the panties. In the blink of an eye, she was ready to go home. Whichever home, whether it was his or hers with its singed exterior, she didn’t care. She just needed to be
alone
with him.
They walked hand in hand out of the hospital, quietly walking side by side as they strode across the parking lot, straight toward Brant’s waiting truck.
At the truck, he held the door open for her, following her in and stealing a quick kiss between heartbeats.
“Yours or mine?”
She leaned out and kissed him in return, anxious to have his lips against hers. “I don’t care.”
“Mine is closer,” he reasoned.
“I can blow things up during the mating at mine. You know I will.” She smiled, half-hitching up one corner of her lips.
“Very true. Yours it is.”
Darkness had descended by the time she was released, and she could only see Brant’s silhouette as he walked around the front of the truck. Watching him in his tight jeans, and catching a glimpse of the hard ridge in his slacks, she knew immediately what they needed to take the edge off.
He slid into the seat next to her and she scooted over, reaching between her legs to pull on the lever that would allow the seat to
scooch
back.
“Phoebe?” He sounded concerned, but not overly so. “What—”
“Need you, lover.” She rubbed the ridge of his cock, squeezing and massaging the hard dick beneath her hand. “Want you. Here. Now.”
“Now?” He moaned and thrust against her hand. “Now.” This time it wasn’t a question, but an absolute statement.
Phoebe nibbled his neck, enjoying the musky, fiery scent of man and smoke and nature all rolled into one. She couldn’t figure out how she hadn’t realized that Brant was
firekin
so long before. He tasted like kin, felt and loved like a kin. She should have figured it out long before now, should have known and then they could have been enjoying the life of a mated pair. Too many years had been wasted, and now she was ready to make up for them all.
Brant turned his head and captured her lips in a searing kiss, their tongues twining and dancing, fighting for dominance. Before long, they were mimicking the act they’d soon be performing: the sweet lovemaking and fucking and touching and stroking of lovers.
Her pussy clenched in anticipation of what was to come, aching to be filled and filled and filled again. By only one man. Brant.
She unsnapped the button of his jeans and pulled the zipper down. With his assistance, she freed his cock, the tip wet with pre-come. Swollen, purple and heavy, she rubbed her thumb over the slit in the head of his dick, spreading his seed, rubbing and stroking his shaft, using the pre-come as lubrication for the act.
He thrust against her hand. “Yes,” he hissed. “Oh, yes.”
His lips were on hers again, tongues sweetly shifting and gliding and tasting. His flavor was of smoke and man, and something more that she couldn’t define. But she didn’t care. She just needed to have him, only him, forever.
Phoebe shifted in her seat, swung her leg across his lap, and straddled him. She rose up on her knees, the head of his dick teasing her opening, and she decided to do a bit of teasing of her own.
She circled her hips, rubbing the opening of her pussy over the head of his cock, coating him in her juices.
“Baby, baby, please,” he begged.
She took pity on him by sinking down and accepting his dick fully into her body. Her pussy stretched around his invasion, and she continued her descent until her pussy rested on his lap.
Their gazes met, and she saw the emotions that she felt reflected back at her tenfold.
“I love you.” She leaned forward and kissed him, then nuzzled his neck.
Brant did the same, burying his face in her hair. “I love you, too, Phoebe.”
Phoebe made love to him then. Slow, sinuous circles of her hips, along with the tightening of her pussy, filled her mind. She went round and round, grinding down and then sliding up only to shift down once again. Circling, twining and dancing with his dick inside her. They breathed into one another, mouths centimeters apart, eyes locked as she took control.
Any passerby would see two people locked in a tender embrace; they wouldn’t see the slow gyrations of her hips, the sensuous way in which she moved, bringing them closer to orgasm with the tiniest of movements of her lower body. They wouldn’t see lovemaking, but they would see love.
She continued her shifts and grinds, thrusts and retreats, working them both toward climax. She tilted her hips, searching for just the right angle and found it with the contraction of her pelvis, tipping her hips forward.
“Right there,” she whispered, breathing in his breaths.
“Yes, take it, baby. Fuck yourself on my dick.”
She did as he asked, rising up and down, rocking back and forth, shifting and moving in time to her heartbeat, speeding up and slowing down at just the right moments. She pushed and pulled and gripped his shoulders for support, body climbing and climbing, edging toward that moment…
Her body exploded into a thousand pieces, electricity and pure pleasure and fire of a thousand suns bursting inside her like a tidal wave, a tsunami. Again and again, she came with him inside her. Then he froze, groaning her name, and she felt his dick flex and shift within her of its own accord, coming as spurt after spurt of hot seed filled her.
And for the first time, she wondered about protection.
She laid her head on his shoulder, breath fanning over his sweat soaked skin. “Babies,” she whispered.
“Someday. If we’re lucky.” He cupped her lower abdomen, hand rubbing small circles where their children would one day grow and develop.
“I’m surprised we haven’t conceived yet.” Considering all the unprotected sex they’d been having. It hadn’t actually been a “discussion” per se, but one day the condoms were used, and then suddenly, they weren’t. Irresponsible? Absolutely.
“We could have…”
She snorted. “I would
know
something like that. Salamanders get sick the very instant a child is conceived. It hasn’t happened yet, but who knows? Maybe soon.”
His cock was softening within her, but it was still long enough flaccid to stay buried in her pussy.
“What do you say we head home and try again? Maybe we can get it right this time.”
Oh, how she loved this man. “Do you still have the flame resistant blankets in your truck?”
“Of course…” he sounded unsure.
“Good. I have a feeling that things are about to get even hotter. Now, take me home and fuck me good and proper so that we can have little Salamander-Phoenix babies.
Salnix
, that sounds like a good name for our little ones,” she mused and rose up onto her knees, allowing his dick to slip free of her pussy with a moan.
Phoebe eased back over to her side of the truck and settled into the seat, content for the moment that their lives were back on track, sans mortality.
“What about
Phanders
. That sounds better to me…”
“
Salnix
. Salamanders are the superior species.”
“Ha! Who can come back to life,
thankyouverymuch
?”
“Who can blow you into the next life?”
Brant snorted. “You have once already. Only I thought it was because you were simply accident prone, not—”
“Don’t even finish that sentence, Mister. I have “familial traits” as my Mom calls them. That’s all.” She harrumphed.
Brant lifted her hand to his lips and brushed a kiss across her knuckles. “Let’s hope that our babies don’t have your “familial traits” or we won’t have a house to live in.”
“Babies? Plural.”
“Of course, sweetheart. As many as we can manage.” He winked at her. “Now, let’s get home, mate like true
firekin
and get started.”
The drive home took a hell of a lot longer than Phoebe ever remembered. Or maybe it was just that Phoebe was anxious to scorch the very ground they’d be lying on in their first true mating as
kinmates
. The heat necessary to bind them would melt the earth, turning the sand into glass and creating a memorial to their first time together as mates.
She couldn’t wait.
Phoebe directed him off the main road to her home and deeper into her ranchlands until nary a light could be seen. This is where their love would eclipse the moon and shine brighter than the sun. And hopefully, not send her soon-to-be
kinmate
“poof” in the process. She really didn’t want to spend the next two days with a mound of ashes. Seriously.
Brant prayed his fire blanket in the back could protect him from their fiery lovemaking to come. He also had an extra suit from work, but he wasn’t sure if that would protect him either. He really didn’t want to spend the next couple of days as ashes. Seriously. Of course, internally she wouldn’t go supernova, so his cock would be okay, but what about the rest of him?
He followed Phoebe’s directions, truck bouncing over the rough terrain, lights growing dim until he couldn’t see a single man-made light source for miles. That’s where he stopped the truck.
Brant grabbed Phoebe’s hand in his, holding it tightly, fingers entwined. “We can wait if you want. I don’t want to rush you.”
“Screw waiting. I’ve wanted this for what seems like forever. I was willing to go mortal for you, Brant. I want you. I want this. Do you?” Tears gathered in her eyes and he brushed one away with his thumb.
“Of course, baby, I almost went mortal for you as well. I want you as my
kinmate
, I just don’t want to rush you—”
She placed her fingertips over his mouth and he resisted the urge to lick the fire-scented digits. “I promise not to get so hot you turn to ash. Better?” And the imp winked at him.
He nibbled her fingertips and she pulled them away, giggling. “Much. Now mate me already, woman.”
“Gladly.” She jumped from the truck and he was right behind her once he’d grabbed the fire blanket to protect him and the ground. They’d probably burn through it, but it might protect him just enough.
Brant laid the blanket on the ground and began stripping, watching his soon-to-be mate in the process.
Inch by inch she raised her dress, baring more and more of her light chocolate hued skin to his gaze. Sculpted calves led to thick thighs and wide hips. There was a small smattering of dark chocolate curls at the juncture of her thighs and he couldn’t wait to run his fingers through the sparse hair, discovering the wetness that lay beyond the hidden depths. Her waist dipped in before flaring out to her chest, large breasts beckoning him, teasing and tantalizing him with their berry-tipped nipples.
By the time his focus was on her face, her brow was arched, teasing him. “Like what you see, fireman?”
“Absolutely.”
“Then you better get to reciprocating before
I
lose interest.” She winked at him again and crawled onto the blanket, full breasts hanging down, tantalizing globes just begging to be licked and suckled.
Brant didn’t waste any time. He brought his hands to his shirt, fingers working on the buttons, pulling the bottom free of his jeans. He snapped the button of his pants and worked the zipper down, still damp, hard cock springing from the cotton confines. He kicked his shoes away, socks quickly following, and then his jeans were gone. He stood naked as the day he was born in the middle of the
kinmate
.
