Wilde Fire (9 page)

I guessed I could take a little more of him in.

“You feel so fucking good, you’ve ruined me for everything and anyone else.” His mouth lowered outside of my ear as he started to slide out of me. “They’re going to have to drag me into that plane and shove me out of it after this. I want to spend the rest of my life buried deep inside of you.” He kissed the area below my ear, and when I exhaled, he drove himself deep inside of me again.

I screamed this time. This one was more derived from pleasure than pain though.

Jake pulled back again, slowly, but when I started pitching my hips against him, he took my hint and started driving himself inside of me faster. He pumped inside me, going as deep as he could with every stroke, making me feel things that made me question my former understanding of reality

“I’m not going to be able to last much longer, Bree,” he grunted into my ear, his hand palming my breast, squeezing it in time with his hungry thrusts. “How do you want me to come?”

My orgasm had been building from the moment he drove himself inside of me. If he held out longer than I did, it would be a damn miracle.

“Inside of me,” I whispered. “I want to feel your cum inside of me. I want to feel you. All of you.” When his hand gripped the side of my neck, his cock shuttling inside of me faster, I rotated my head until I felt his finger by my mouth.

“I want my cum in you, baby. I want my seed as deep inside of you as I can get it. I want you to feel my cock coat you in it.”

My cunt clenched around him, at the same time my lips parted and I sucked his finger into my mouth.

He grunted, rutting harder against me. “Fuck,” he moaned. “That feels good. Keep sucking me, baby. Keep rotating those hips and letting me bury myself inside of you.”

When his mouth dropped to my other breast, his powerful tongue sucking at my tit, nipping at it with his teeth, that’s when I felt it. My orgasm powering through my body.

“Do me harder, Jake.” My head fell back over the arm of the couch, still sucking on his finger like I was going to suck his cock right after this.

His pace picked up, until his hips were slamming against me, his balls slapping at my anus as his cock drove inside of me. “I’ll give it to you as hard as you want.” Giving my nipple one last bite, he leaned back from my body, grabbed hold of my hips with both hands, and drilled into me so deeply, I could feel the tip of his cock against my belly button. “Now come for me, baby. I want to feel you pulsing around me. I want that tight little virgin pussy to make my cock feel so damn good he’s going to want to bury himself inside of you again two minutes from now.”

My back arched when his thumb just barely touched my clit, and then I was coming. Hard. My whole body went rigid from the sensation pulsing from my sex. Jake kept driving into me, his own body starting to go rigid as my cunt clamped down on him.

“That’s it, Bree. That’s it. Fuck me just like that, baby. Make me come.”

My orgasm kept surging, longer than I’d ever felt before, waiting for him to join me. When he went rigid above me, the vein running down his forehead popping through his skin, I knew he was on top of his.

“Yes, Jake. Give it to me.” My pussy pulsed around him, milking him dry. He drove himself inside of me one last time with a powerful thrust, and then he collapsed on top of me.

He was still hard inside of me. Still ready. Still soaking me with his seed. My sex was still tightened around him, holding him inside.

My nipples felt raw. My pussy felt sore. The rest of my body felt spent and exhausted. Still, I was already planning on burying my head between his legs and sucking him off, swallowing him, after I’d caught my breath. I couldn’t get enough of Jake Wilde. I never could. Now that he was mine, I could do whatever I wanted to him, whenever I wanted to.

I had a lot of time to make up for.

“Thank you for waiting twenty-three years for me to figure out my shit.” Jake turned his head so it was resting on top of my breasts. His hair was damp with sweat, the rest of his body coated in the same.

My protector. My friend. The boy I’d had a crush on. The man I’d fallen in love with.

Mine.

I wrapped my shaking arms around him. “I would have waited twenty-three more.”

I felt his laugh vibrate against me. “I’m glad you didn’t have to.”

I kissed the top of his head and focused on the way my body seemed to melt into his. “Me too.”

“IN YOUR OWN words, Mr. Wilde, just what exactly is an underwater welder?”

I smiled at the cup of coffee I was clutching. I’d just finished a full day working on a ship at the pier, and the Puget Sound in November was fucking cold, no matter how decent a dry suit a person had.

“An underwater welder is pretty much a more badass version of Poseidon.”

Across the table in the coffee shop we were at that overlooked the Sound, Bree took a sip of her coffee. She ordered her coffee like she was giving a dissertation or something, almond milk, exact temperature, et cetera—she’d fit right in here in Seattle.

I wouldn’t have minded either. I would have loved it if she decided to pack her bags and move across the country to live with me in the extended stay hotel I was at. But in the spring, I’d be back up in Alaska to get geared up for fire season. My lifestyle made commitment a difficult thing. Roaming from wild place to wild place, earning my paychecks dangerous job to even more dangerous job.

Her lifestyle made commitment challenging too. Since wrapping up her time in Alaska with us smokejumpers, she’d been sent to four other places on the map. She might have had one home base in New York, but she was away from it as much as she was there.

For two people whose lives made commitment a next-to-impossible thing, we’d sure figured out a way to make it work.

Because, like Banks had told me that one day last summer, this was true fucking love.

“So, Poseidon, you’ve got the weekend off, right?”

I reached across the table and found her hand. We tied our fingers together, and even though this was the most innocent, simple touch a man and woman could share, it was fulfilling in a way I’d never known. That this beautiful, intelligent woman loved me and I could reach toward her and she’d reach back. That she’d take my hand in hers without a second thought. It redefined my whole existence

It was something I never thought I’d experience and definitely never with Bree Chase. But she was the one. The one I’d turn the whole world over to find. The one I’d set the world on fire to save. The one to whom I’d give my life, soul, and hereafter to make happy.

From my best friend’s little sister to the woman I loved so fucking much I couldn’t picture my future without her. Because she
was
my future.

“Of course I’ve got the whole weekend off,” I finally answered her, clearing the haze of my thoughts.

“Earlier this week you thought you were going to have to work.” She stuck her elbow onto the table and settled her chin into her hand.

“Yeah, my boss thought so too, and then I told him my girl was flying in for a long weekend and I couldn’t work.”

The corners of her mouth twitched. “That’s what you told your boss?”

I shrugged a shoulder. “Actually, I told him to go fuck himself. I wasn’t working.”

Her laugh filled up the bustling coffee shop. I lived for these kinds of moments now. Making her laugh Making her smile. I lived for her now.

“Are you still going to have a job when you show back up to work on Tuesday?” she asked, still smiling.

“Of course I am. I’m the best damn wielder he has.”

She shook her head and the hood of her raincoat fell back from her head a little. It was raining like crazy when I’d picked Bree up from the airport a little bit ago, but I didn’t know if I’d ever seen her so beautiful before, in that dark blue bulky raincoat, her hair damp from the rain that still managed to seep its way through, her makeup washed away by the infamous Seattle weather.

“So how much longer are we going to have to wait here, sipping our coffees, trying to pretend we’re taking in the view?” Bree’s fingers tightened around mine as she eyed the door.

We hadn’t seen each other in a month. With two busy schedules and jobs that spanned the continent, I knew we were lucky we got to see each other that much. Going a month without seeing one another was its own form of torture, the reward being the reunion. We rarely left our beds, other than to forage for food and drink.

When you’d gone a month without, there was a lot of fucking to make up for. Especially when it was Bree Chase who was the woman I got to crawl into bed with.

“Hey, I’m just trying to prove I can be civilized.” I motioned at the coffees and the view.

“Jake Wilde, civilized?” She said it like she was considering it. Then she shook her head. “That’s not what I signed up for. So if you’ll just point me in the direction of the next savage man close by, I’ll be on my way.”

When she started to stand, I held her in place.

“Yeah, yeah. Just hold your horses. I’ll be showing you savage in about . . .” I glanced at the time on my phone, estimating traffic and travel time back to my place. “Thirty-two minutes.”

Her gaze scanned the coffee shop, focusing on what looked like a backroom. She peaked a brow across the table at me.

My jaw ground together. My god, my girl was a freak. I fucking loved it too. This sweet, generous, classy girl on the outside was the kind of crazy every guy dreamt about when he got between her legs.

She knew I wouldn’t say no. She knew I couldn’t say no to her when it came to anything, backroom fucking against a wall in some coffee shop included, but first . . .

“I have a question of my own for you first, Miss Chase.”

She took another drink of her coffee. “I thought I was the journalist.”

“True, but I’ve got a pressing question only you can answer for me.” I shifted so I could access my pocket. I’d been nervous as shit ever since I’d stuffed it in there, worried it would fall out.

“What question can I answer for you? Mr. Wilde?” She smiled at me, and I swore the whole Seattle skyline got brighter.

“Just one,” I said, moving my hand toward her. Then I twisted it around to reveal the ring I was holding in my fingers. “Will you let me spend the rest of my life taking care of you?” I had to pause because my throat was doing something funny and I wanted to get this right. “Will you marry me?”

She was looking at me. Into my eyes. She didn’t even see the ring yet. Her eyes started to get shiny like she might cry, but the rest of her face lit up. “Are you serious?”

Her response made me laugh—classic Bree answer to a guy asking her to marry him. “So serious even if you say no today, I’m not going to stop asking tomorrow. And the day after. And the day after that one, until I have this ring on your finger.”

Her hand, still in mine, started to tremble. I’d surprised her. I’d made her happy. I loved knowing that. We hadn’t talked openly about marriage, but I think it had just been understood that no matter what, we belonged to each other. Marriage was the fine print of that kind of commitment.

“Will you, Jake Wilde, let me take care of you the rest of my life?” She swallowed, like her throat was giving her a hard time too.

“Baby, you’ve been taking care of me my whole life already. Of course I’ll let you keep doing the same. I’d be lost without it. I’d be lost without you.”

She bobbed her head then, shoving her coffee aside. “Yes,” she said in a loud voice. “Of course I’ll marry you. I don’t know where we’ll have the wedding or where we’ll live or how often we’ll see each other, but I don’t care. Just as long as I have you, that’s all I need.” She shoved out of her chair and practically threw herself across the table at me.

When she landed in my lap, my arms wound around her to keep her from falling. I was pretty sure we’d gotten the whole coffee shop’s attention, but I didn’t give a shit. The woman I loved had just agreed to marry me. I didn’t care about anything but that.

She kissed me hard on the mouth, and I couldn’t tell if the water I felt drip onto my face was from her tears or rainwater from her jacket. “When?” she asked softly against my lips.

“When?” I repeated, because whenever we were like this, I was lucky to speak in one word sentences. Comprehension was another thing. “Now. Tomorrow. Next month. Whenever you want. Just tell me the when and where and I’ll be there.”

She wrapped her hands gently around my neck and leaned back enough to look into my eyes.

She took my breath away. Looking at the woman who’d just agreed to be my wife. I was one lucky bastard.

“I have some time off coming up next month and was thinking maybe I could join you on one of your big globe-trotting adventures.” I was planning on waiting to tell her this on Monday when we were at the airport saying goodbye because that was always the worst part of our relationship. The goodbye. Having something to look forward to in the middle of that made it easier.

I’d been planning on waiting, but I clearly couldn’t.

“Really?” She leaned back a little ways farther, like she was gauging me to see if I was being serious.