Shock Advised (Kilgore Fire #1) (14 page)

I didn’t even bat an eye at the fact that it was pink.

If my memory served me right, I’d gotten it at a bachelor party as a party favor/gag gift.

Mia didn’t care, either, as she widened her legs, exposing the puffy lips of her pussy to my waiting gaze.

“Hurry,” she said. “I’m dying.”

I laughed huskily.

“I doubt that, honey. Nobody ever died of horniness,” I said.

Her head thrashed against the pillow as I lined my sheathed cock up with her entrance, and slowly pushed myself inside.

She was tight.

Really tight.

And the sight of her pussy opening up for my hard cock was the most magnificent sight I’d ever seen.

She looked filled to the brink, and I thanked God that she’d been ready, otherwise I very well might’ve hurt her as I pushed my length inside.

“You okay?” I asked once I was partially in.

It was nothing new to me for women to have to work up to taking me.

I wasn’t a small man.

In fact, I was on the larger side of large. Almost at the point of being too large.

I’d learned, over time, that slow and easy always won the race…and that extended to me and the bedroom.

“Yeah,” she said breathlessly. “More.”

I gave her more, one slow inch at a time.

“Yes,” she hissed out, eyes squeezing shut.

With one final push, I was buried to the hilt inside of her, staring down at her in amazement.

I placed my hand down on her lower belly, holding her down as I withdrew nearly all the way, then roughly thrust back inside.

She arched again, causing me to freeze.

“No, don’t stop. God, I’m close…so freakin’ close,” she urged.

I started back up again, letting myself loose on her.

She took as well as she received, and soon we were in a near punishing rhythm as we both took from each other.

Our bodies writhed as our skin slid over each other’s.

“I think I’m going to…” she clamped down on me so hard that I knew she was coming. There was no way I
couldn’t
tell.

Her pussy rippled, and my elbows buckled at the way she pulsed around me.

It took everything I had to keep my weight off of her as I finally let myself go, dropping my head to her collarbone and pounding away inside of her.

It took me three thrusts.

Three.

And I was there.

Coming so hard that I feared the integrity of the condom.

I needn’t have worried, though, as I pulled out of her long moments later, noting that the condom was still fully intact.

I pulled it off of my cock and dropped it into the bedside table’s trashcan.

Then I gave up on trying to hold my weight and dropped to my side directly next to her before pulling her pliable body into my arms.

“Thank you,” she breathed, still slightly breathless.

I tightened my arms around her shoulders.

“Can I apply for your single’s ad?” I asked.

“Your brother told me what he showed you…” she said, looking up at me. “That was for Masen…not me.”

I raised a brow at her.

“So you’re telling me I can’t have you?” I asked.

She shook her head.

“You’ve had me since we first met, and you know it,” she countered.

I
did
know it.

I’d felt the connection just as easily as she did.

And we’d both been denying it…now there was no denying. There was just us. And everything that’d been behind our walls were now broken down and at our feet, surrounding us.

I doubted either of us would ever be able to get our walls back up again.

She moved forward and placed a kiss on the ink on my chest…the tattoo of my sister’s name.

“You hungry?” She asked.

I thought about it.

No, I wasn’t really.

But I needed to get up or I’d never sleep tonight.

And she’d gone to all that trouble to cook.

“Famished,” I lied.

She patted me on the side and then disengaged from my arms, sitting up and walking to her clothes.

She bent over, giving me the perfect view of her pussy, and my dick started to stir.

She pushed her feet into her panties, pulling them up and over her hips.

I hadn’t watched her taking them off earlier, but now I was admiring them.

And I couldn’t wait to take them off of her again.

I can’t adult today.

-Coffee Cup

Tai

“You don’t want any help…” I said.

My voice sounded skeptical…
as it should

I looked around Mia’s living room, completely and utterly confused as to why she wouldn’t want help moving.

“I just…I don’t think I can do it without breaking down and crying the whole time…and I’m tired of people seeing me cry,” she admitted softly.

I walked forward and gathered her into my arms, moving my face down until I could run my lips over her cheek.

“I’ll have the boys over here tomorrow to help…why don’t you and me just focus on getting you packed today?” I asked.

She pursed her lips, then nodded jerkily.

“Yeah, I think I’d like that,” she said. “Just…don’t be surprised when I have that breakdown…because it’s going to come.”

And she did have a breakdown…five different times.

And I held her through each one.

The first one was because we’d found a pacifier that’d been Colt’s favorite underneath the couch.

The second had been when we’d found a bottle that she’d lost when her dish rack had been pulled down off the counter when Colt had grabbed hold of it during a bath.

The third was the worst.

She’d found Colt’s coming home from the hospital outfit.

That one had been over an hour of listening to her cry, and it’d broken my heart over and over again.

The fourth and fifth had come from when we’d gone through the pictures on the walls. She told me about the first time Colt had his picture taken in the hospital. How he’d peed all over the clothes he’d been in.

Then she’d given me a funny story of the first time Colt had grabbed a lemon and immediately stuffed it into his mouth.

That picture was my favorite, and I asked her for a copy of it.

I didn’t know why.

Those memories weren’t mine…they were hers. However, I felt bonded to him. And I wanted that picture because it was beautiful.

Now we were making dinner…or I was. Mia was on her stool with a glass of wine in front of her.

“What did you want to be when you grew up?” She asked me suddenly.

I looked up at her from where I was cutting up chicken.

“I wanted to be an astronaut,” I said. “I’ve always been pretty big into stars, and they’ve always interested the fuck out of me.”

Mia giggled.

I found that I really loved that sound.

She hopped off her stool and walked towards me, wrapping her hands around my gut and pressing herself against the full length of my back.

“Thank you,” she said. “I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve your endless understanding, but I’m going to take it. And try as hard as I can to give you what you need back.”

I patted her hands with the inside of my wrist, since my hands were covered in chicken guts, causing her to laugh.

“You’re humble,” she said.

I snorted.

“No…,” I said, hesitating. “The second you walked into the department’s gym, I knew I wanted you. Then you sat a huge problem at my feet, and I felt like, for once, I was able to give someone something…to offer someone more than just heartache and pain.”

I could practically hear her mind screaming for answers.

But she needed to know me…all of me. She needed to know that at one time I wasn’t a very good person.

And for her to know that…I had to tell her things…things I didn’t really want to tell her because they’d probably send her running.

“I’ve never gotten anything from you but understanding, acceptance, and…love,” she said. “And last night was absolutely beautiful,” she added.

I laughed humorlessly.

“It was…but I’m a selfish bastard for even doing that when we haven’t even gone on a real date yet,” I said honestly.

She shook her head.

“No,” she said firmly. “You really have no clue what it’s like. Everyone watches me, practically waiting for me to break down. You, however, do not. You support me. You let me cry, and you move on with me. You don’t dwell, or toss me worried looks,” she added. “And, for once, it’s nice to be treated like I’m not a grieving mom. It’s nice to forget, just for a little while.”

I finished cutting the last piece of fat off the chicken, then gathered it all up in my hand and dumped it into the trash that was sitting next to my legs.

I turned the water on in the sink that was on the opposite side, and then washed my hands quickly and efficiently.

Once I was done, I turned, crossing my arms over my chest to study her.

“I was an asshole kid. I did drugs. Had sex before I was thirteen. Ignored my family. Did everything I possibly could do to be anything but responsible. Married a woman that I hated. Divorced her,” I said. “When I say I was a bad person before…I wasn’t joking. I’m the man that nobody ever wants to take a chance on or trust because my track record is shit.”

“You have an ex-wife?” She asked, picking that out of all that I’d just told her.

“I don’t talk about my ex-wife,” I growled, turning away from her.

“Why not?” She asked. “The torture of knowing you had a wife at all is killing me. It’s like some big dark secret that you refuse to tell me, and all I can imagine is the worst!”

I whipped around.

“Nothing you can imagine is anything close to the truth. There’s ‘the worst’ in your mind. Then there’s ‘the worst’ in mine. And in mine, ‘the worst’ doesn’t even register on your scale,” I growled furiously.

I did
not
want to talk about this. Not even a little bit.

“So what happened?” She asked. “How’d she trap you?”

I walked swiftly to the table, pulling out the chair and taking a seat before allowing my head to drop into my hands.

I looked at my feet, resting both of my elbows on my knees.

“She was going to accuse me of rape if I didn’t give her baby a name. Claim it as mine. All so her father wouldn’t skin her alive for getting pregnant by some nameless, one-night stand. It didn’t matter that I wasn’t the baby’s father,” I murmured.

Silence surrounded us, but I didn’t chance a look up to see what she thought about that little announcement.

It wasn’t pretty.

Not at all.

“Then what happened?” She persisted.

I closed my eyes.

“I denied it. Refused to do it. And she accused me of rape to her father,” I said. “He didn’t believe her at first. But I was a good guy at that point…got my shit straightened out even though my brother refused to see that. Had a good head on my shoulders, so he offered me a deal. To make it all go away, he offered to let me marry her instead.”

I let that digest for a moment before I turned my face to look at her.

She was crying.

“And what happened then?” She cleared her throat.

I wanted to wipe those tears away with my lips.

I stayed where I was.

“At first I balked. I knew I could get out of the rape charges. The night she claimed I did it was a night I was on shift and at a scene of a residential fire. However,
he
was the financial advisor for the city,” he said. “He started to cut pay scales. Reduce funding for the fire department. Soon, all our equipment didn’t get updated like it was needed, and it was causing injuries where there never should have been.”

“You gave in?” She asked.

I nodded. “I gave in.”

“Then what happened?” She asked.

“I married her. Lived my life away from her. Didn’t date. Lived like I was married, just didn’t live with my wife,” he said. “I fell in love with someone, a dispatcher at the fire department where I used to live, and Marissa, my ex-wife, showed me really quick that I couldn’t pursue that dream. So I just kind of lived, without really living.”

“You were in love?” She said in a small voice.

I nodded. “I was.”

“What happened to her?” She continued.

I closed my eyes and thought back to Erin.

The memories were bitter sweet.

She was married now with four kids, and her husband had been on the San Antonio Fire Department with me.

It’d been pure torture to be there during my last six months at that station.

Then Adam had died, and I finally got my excuse to leave.

Jack had arranged for my ex-wife problem to be taken care of. However, by the time it was, there was nothing to salvage with Erin.

I explained what had happened, leaving nothing out.

“That’s terrible,” she whispered.

I grunted.

“Yeah, it was.”

“Does she still contact you?” She asked.

“Erin?” I asked.

She shook her head. “No, your ex-wife.”

I shook my head.

“No. Not anymore. Not since Jack fucked with her life. With her father’s life. Now they both leave me alone,” I said.

“Hmm,” she whispered.

Hmm, indeed.

“And why does your brother think you’re a fuck up?” She wondered. “You’re not…and I can see that. Why can’t he?”

I just shook my head.

“My brother just sees what I used to be. The kid who’d do absolutely anything to get out of my responsibilities. And I feel like he partially blames me for Adam’s death,” I explained.

“Who’s Adam?” She sounded tired.

I sighed.

She was really getting into the deep stuff, but I knew I had to give it to her. All of it. She had to make her own decisions whether or not to stay with me, and to do that, she needed to get every single detail.

“Adam.” I said, choking on the word slightly. “Adam is…was…my brother’s best friend.”

She didn’t say anything, and I looked up to see her eyes on me, rimmed in red from her tears, staring at me intently.

“I knew Adam for as long as I can remember,” I said. “He and Jack had been best friends for what seemed like forever,” I said. “Adam was there when Jack thought he’d lost Winter, his wife. He watched over me…and I was supposed to watch over him, but I couldn’t. I didn’t.” I licked my lips. “We were on a call at an abandoned building when the building exploded around us…Adam was very close to it the actual explosion. He died instantly.”