Wilde Fire (8 page)

When I heard the knock on the door, my heart sank. The hope I was clinging to drifted out of my grasp.

They were notifying the families, or in Jake’s case, the woman he’d left behind.

I didn’t want to move. I wanted to pretend I hadn’t heard the knock or turned on the television, that everything was just fine and he’d come traipsing through that door in a couple more days. I wanted to pretend that everything was okay and that surely fate wasn’t such a cruel bitch that she’d take him away from me now that I finally had him.

When another knock came, pounding even harder, I collected myself as best I could and moved toward the door. It was a slow journey. The longest one of my life.

My legs felt weak, trembling from what I guessed were the early signs of shock. I didn’t know who I was going to find on the other side of that door. I didn’t know what they were going to tell me. I felt like I didn’t know anything.

When my fingers moved to the lock, I fought every urge to keep the door closed and go on living in ignorant bliss. But I couldn’t. I’d been a realist my whole life. This was not the time to abandon that policy.

Unlocking the door, my shaking hand dropped to the handle and pulled the door open.

What I found waiting for me on the other side of the door made my legs give out.

“It’s okay, baby.” He swooped in and grabbed me before I fell. “I’ve got you. I’m not letting go.”

“Jake . . .” My throat was tight, my words coming out ragged.

“Shhh,” he soothed, winding his other arm around me to hold my upright. “It’s okay. I’m okay.”

“The news . . . they said there were three smokejumpers missing . . .” I melted into his arms, trying to determine if this was real or if I’d stepped into a dream. Maybe it was a hallucination.

“I know. I know. It’s okay.” He continued to hold me, his voice as soothing as his touch.

“Who? Who’s missing?” Now that I knew he was safe, my worry shifted to the other men I’d come to know and admire in his unit.

“Banks, Captain,” he listed off, pausing a moment, “and Wilde Fire.”

I replayed his answer in my head. My forehead creased. “You . . .”

“Yeah, me. But I’m back safe. We’re all back safe.” His hold didn’t loosen when I started to get the strength back in my legs. He held me as close to me as he could. I let him because I thought he might have been as scared he’d never see me again as I had for those few agonizing minutes.

“But the news just announced that.”

He nodded against me, tucking my head beneath his chin. “I know. And the three of us just got choppered out of that fire storm.”

Now that my senses were returning, I smelled him. I’d never been close to a wildfire, but he smelled like a campfire times a million. His skin was smeared with soot and there were several bandages stretched around his arms.

“Oh, my god.” It hit me then just how close he came to death. Just how face to face he got with it. My arms tightened around him and I wasn’t sure I’d ever let him go again. “I thought I’d lost you.”

He made another shushing noise when my back started shaking from the sobs I was trying to choke down. “I’m okay, baby. I’m okay. I’m a badass Spartan, remember?” I could hear the smile in his voice. “It’s going to take a hell of a lot more than some pissed off forest fire to take me away from you. I’m not leaving you. Ever.”

I felt like my emotions had run the entire gamut in five minutes. From thinking he was missing to having him here now, with his strong arms around me. The impact of the present moment hit me. The reminder to live in the moment. The caution to be present and never assume that tomorrow was a guarantee, but instead a gift.

Living in the present . . . embracing the moment . . . that was exactly what I was planning to do.

My hands skimmed down his back, curling into his shirt and tugging it free from his pants. “I want you, Jake Wilde.” I tipped my head up, looking him in the eye. “Right now. I want to feel you moving inside of me.”

When my hands slid around to his stomach, pulling his shirt free there too, I watched his eyes darken. “No,” he said, even as he lifted his arms for me to pull his shirt off. “I want to do this right.”

Tossing his shirt behind me, I grabbed the bottom of my tank. “You, me, this is right.” I held his gaze as I slipped my tank up, only breaking it to tug it over my head. It landed in a heap with his shirt somewhere behind me. “I don’t want to wait.
This
is special.” I pressed my chest into him. My breasts spread against the hard planes of his chest, his heat spreading from his skin into mine. His hands weren’t on me, but I could feel his desire, pressed hard against my stomach. Draping my hand over his zipper, I curled my fingers around him.
Damn
. “Now take me already, and show me what I’ve been missing.”

I could feel his heart drumming hard against my chest. His jaw was tight, his forehead creased like I was torturing him. When he looked like he was about to object, I moved my hand, stroking him through his pants. I was done waiting. I didn’t need some fancy cabin in the woods. Some expensive meal before. All I needed was him.

“I should take a shower first.” His voice sounded different. Still like him, but an octave lower. His hips flexed into my hand when my strokes slowed.

“No.” I shook my head and grabbed his hand. I started pulling him toward the couch. It was closer than his bed. “I want you just like this, just as you are. I need you right now.”

He groaned deep in his throat. I knew he liked it when I talked dirty to him. If he thought this was dirty, he was in for a happy surprise. I hadn’t said to him a fraction of the filthy things I’d thought.

“Are you sure?” He was already undoing his belt, lowering his zipper in the same seamless motion.

“Come feel how sure I am.” I backed away from him, giving him the full view of my naked upper half. It was the first time he’d seen it. His gaze dropped, his chest rising and falling faster with his breaths, when his eyes took in my breasts. From the way he was looking at me, fucking me right there with his mind, I wanted to touch myself. But I didn’t. Because he was here. And he was right—he had ruined me for everyone else.

“You are not real.” He licked his lips and my pussy clenched, longing for the skill of his mouth again. I longed for something else more though.

“Take the rest off,” he ordered, his eyes dipping to my shorts.

I lifted an eyebrow.

He sighed. “Please.”

I fought the smile as my fingers moved to undo the button of my shorts, then the zipper, before I let them fall down my legs.

Jake moved a step closer, then stopped himself. His cock was bulging through his pants, looking like it was about to burst through the material if we didn’t sate him soon. I had all kinds of ideas for pleasing him, rewarding his patience.

“Your panties. Take them off.” His words came out sounding as much like an order as they did a plea.

Skimming my thumbs beneath the lace, I paused. My eyebrow arched at him.

He sighed again. “Please.”

I rewarded him with a smile, and then I really rewarded him by shimmying out of my panties, letting them bunch into a pile with my shorts at my ankle. I was standing in front of him. Naked. My inner thighs already sticky and wet. I wanted him so badly I was about to drop to my knees and beg him to take me, when his hands moved to his pants again.

“Please,” I said, before he even had to ask.

His smile was all crooked as he tugged his pants and boxers down his hips. His cock sprang free, and when I saw it, I felt fresh wetness spill out of me.

“God, Jake,” I whispered, not able to blink as I admired him. His body was perfection. His cock even more so.

“What?” He was smiling, because he knew. He moved a few steps closer.

I was starting to wonder if I should have a drink or two before, just to relax, because holy huge. “Just because I haven’t had one in me doesn’t mean I’ve never seen a dick before, and yours . . .”

He glanced down at himself. Then his eyes moved to my sex. His forehead creased. “I’ll be gentle, I swear.”

God, I didn’t want him to be gentle. It wouldn’t matter if he was twice that size. I didn’t want gentle. I wanted him to fuck me like I’d been dreaming about for years. I wanted him to fuck me like he meant it, like he’d never be able to forget it, not even if he tried.

“Well, no one’s ever accused me of being half-assed,” I said, sinking my teeth into my lower lip when I admired his manhood again. I wanted to feel it in me. My pussy, my mouth, anywhere I could have it. I wanted it in me. “Not even when I lose my virginity.”

“No one’s ever accused you of that, that’s for damn sure, Bree.” Jake draped his hand around his shaft and stroked himself once. “Now get your ass over here.”

I might have been so desperate for him I would have done anything he asked, but I was going to have a little fun with him too. I knew he wanted me as much as—if not more than—I wanted him, and I kind of liked having that power over him. “Good thing I like a challenge.” My eyes lingered on him touching himself as I backed into the sofa. When I felt the fabric brush my legs, I lowered down onto it, lying back. Kicking one leg up over the back of it, I spread my other leg wide, letting my foot fall to the floor.

Jake’s eyes dropped to the area between my legs. Then I brushed my hand down my stomach, skimming down my sex until I felt my opening. It was so wet, I thought his big cock would probably just slip right inside.

He kicked out of his pants and powered closer. “Good. Because I’m about to challenge you.” His hand left his cock and it sprang free, bouncing as he stepped closer. It was even bigger up close. I was going to be sore tomorrow. It would be worth it though. “All. Night. Long.”

When he lowered down over me, he held himself above me for a moment. I could feel the tip of his cock brushing my belly button, and when my pussy tightened, I squirmed beneath him, inclining my hips toward him. I wanted to take him. Now. I wanted to take all of him.

He kept one arm braced above my head, but then he lowered most of his weight over me. My head fell back and I moaned, feeling the bulk of his weight on me, pinning me down.

“I’ll be gentle. I promise.” His other hand drifted down my sex, his fingers teasing my opening. A rumble came from low in his throat.

I tipped my hips toward him, taking in some of his finger. I wanted to cry out in pleasure just from having that small part of him in me; what was I going to do when his cock was buried as deep inside me as it would go?

“If I wanted gentle, I wouldn’t have waited for Jake Wilde to be my first.” I lifted my head up from the arm of the couch and sucked his lower lip into my mouth. I sucked at it, playing at it with my tongue like it was his dick in my mouth, and whatever resistance he’d been hanging on to was extinguished.

His fingers spread me apart, and his cock moved from my belly button, dragging down my stomach until I felt the tip skimming against me.

“You must want me real bad, baby.” Jake’s finger stretched me a little more, and then I felt his cock start to push inside.

A low moan rolled up my throat. “I want you, Jake. I want to make you come. I want you to make me come.” When his mouth lowered down my chest, finding my nipple, my whole body tensed. He sucked it into his mouth hard, causing me to cry out in pain.

Then his mouth relaxed, his tongue drawing slow circles around my tit. “That’s right, baby. Relax. Let your body relax before I shove myself inside of you.”

His dirty words and throaty voice made me moan again. My hips pitched against him, drawing him deeper inside of me. This time, we both cried out together. “Fuck, baby, you’re tight. Goddamn.” He drove in a little deeper, and then he paused.

I felt like I was being ripped apart, but it felt so good I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted him to keep going. Deeper. Harder. I didn’t just want to feel him inside of me. I wanted to feel him moving inside of me.

His mouth clamped around my nipple again, sucking me hard and deep into his mouth.

“Yes, Jake. Oh, god, yes.” My arms wound around the back of his head and held him close as he continued to torture my nipple.

“Relax. Just relax.” I felt his cock slide a little deeper. “I’m not going to stop until I’m buried ten inches deep, so relax, baby. I’m not going to pull out now. I’m not going to stop until I’m pulsing my cum deep into your tight, perfect little cunt.” His mouth sucked my nipple hard one last time before releasing it. “Relax.”

My fists curled into balls around his head. I wanted him so bad, but it was painful. A good kind of painful, but my God, what could a girl expect when the first man to break into her was so thick and long he could probably bury himself in two pussies and have girth to spare?

“Do it, Jake.” I lifted my hips against his, giving him the perfect angle to plunge deep into me. “Take my virginity.”

His head lifted above mine and his whole face was drawn in so many hard lines, I wondered if he was in as much pain as I was. “You are so fucking tight. So fucking wet. My god, Bree.”

I felt his body go rigid above me right before his hips rammed against mine. His cock pressed farther inside, burying itself in me as deep as it could go. I cried out, my body curling around his. At the same time I felt pain, I felt a pleasure so extreme I could already feel my orgasm building.

Jake’s head was hanging down, the muscles of his back and arms shifting under his skin. He was breathing hard, like he was about to hyperventilate, and the soot and ash from his skin had transferred to mine.

“Dammit,” he grunted when I tightened my pussy around him.

“Am I hurting you?” I asked, guessing that it wasn’t just me suffering from the plight of losing my virginity.

“No, you are doing the opposite.” He cracked his neck a couple of times, relaxing his jaw. His eyes were still closed, but his breathing was evening out. A little. “I’m just giving myself a second to calm my shit so I don’t come inside of you in one more stroke.”

I tightened around him again. “I feel that good?” I ran my hand down his back, dipping it around his ass until I got a good handful of it. I curled him deeper into me. We moaned at the same time.