Page 17 of Tracking Her Down

“Guess it took a firefighter to teach me that.”

“Better late than never. It would kill me if anything happened to the woman I love.”

Her eyes flare. “L...love?”

“You sound surprised,” I frown. “Have I not made it clear enough?”

Smiling a little she nods. “No, you’ve made it clear. And Trent?”

“Yeah?” I reply as my heart starts pounding in anticipation. I want to hear those three words from her impish mouth.

“I love you too.” She bites her lip. “You make my heart feel like it’s on flames.”

Prettiest little compliment coming from Raye and I roll on top of her and she twitches when she feels my hard length against her thigh.

“No more playing with fire?” I insist and she nods.

“No more playing with fire,” she repeats and then a flicker of something dangerous shows in her eyes and she hungrily licks her lips. “No need, now that I have you.”

Epilogue

Trent-Eight months later

She’s wearing me out, my little wife. Her appetite is never ending, her eyes bottomless and her mouth needy. Always. The only thing helping is using my body to fill her up, calm that wicked part in her.

Ever since we met she’s been good, staying out of trouble and staying close to me instead. That’s exactly where I want her. She gives a new meaning to my world, taking my breath away every day that we wake up next to each other. I never thought I’d settle down and here we are living in my house and practicing everyday on starting a family.

I struck gold with her. She dotes on me, laughs with me, cries on my shoulder when she needs to. She’s the woman responsible for making me fall asleep with a smile on my lips.

She’s determined, sweet but most of all she’s free. And it’s that freedom within her that takes our bed game to a whole other level. Even the guys at work can see what she’s done to me, but they know not to ask.

Sunray is all mine and I don’t even like hearing her name on other men’s lips. We make a fine pair her and I. The firefighter and the firebrand.

Looking up at my house that has the sea on the other side, I watch Raye through the windows. She’s running around from the table to the stove, wearing nothing but an apron with frills and when she turns her back to me, I let out a territorial hiss.

Throwing a possessive look around, I’m glad there are no neighbors out. My eyes go to her again and a smile pulls at my lips at her efforts. She’s studying fire science and ecology full time now but she still tries to make sure to have dinner ready when I come home.

“Sunray,” I call, walking through the door and I inhale the smell of freshly baked bread. Homey.

Walking out of the kitchen with a heart crushing smile on her lips, she stops in her tracks at the sight of me and her mouth drops. “Oh,” she gasps, her eyes heating, “you’re still wearing your uniform.”

I do that only on occasion. Mostly because it’s not allowed but sometimes I have to because it gets her crazy.

“What have you been doing today?” I ask. “Did you set the kitchen on fire?”

She nods, brushing her thighs together. “Think you need to put it out,” she yelps, twirling around and at the sight of her bare ass and that thick bow above it from the apron, I race into the kitchen after her.

“Place that sweet mouth on mine,” I rasp when I catch her, my heart making a jump when I feel those tender lips and we suck on each other’s essence, reveling in our tastes mingling.

“Sweet pussy next,” I add, my face finding its way underneath her flirty apron, kissing her some more and then I fuck her on the table.

Raye lets out a load moan, clutching my pecs with her palms and bends her head back, making her hair brush my thighs. “Trent, I can’t take much more.”

She can never take much, not when I come home in my uniform. It sometimes makes her so ravished, it takes me hour to calm her down. My body giving her more and more, until I’m spent, shriveled up and she still juicy and plump.

But I’m not complaining. Hell no. Anything to keep her satisfied. And had she been any other way, we wouldn’t have fit together like two puzzles.

“Me neither,” I groan, digging my fingers into her waist, “if you’re going to keep riding my cock like you’re trying to drain me.”


Tags: Ever Lilac Romance