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“For giving me a second chance. For trusting me.”
His lips are back on mine, a warm tingling sensation racing through my blood and landing straight between my legs. A mixture of his release and my own is running down my leg, but I ignore it. There’s something I’ve wanted to do since the first time I saw him naked.
Licking my lips, I push him over so that he’s flat on his back and crawl up beside him. He’s already semi-erect, glistening with the wetness from our first go-around. My eyes devour him; the way the piercing makes his dick look even more appetizing and the way it hardens before me, without even touching him, makes my mouth water.
“What are you doing?” His words are gruff and his breathing labored.
“Something I’ve wanted to do since the first time you took off your pants.”
He groans loudly, his erection jumping on his stomach. It looks angry now, the large pierced head turning a darker color. The smooth, velvety skin is stretched tautly over his length, a few veins popping out that beg to be traced with my tongue.
Just as I start to bend over, ready to lick him like a human popsicle, a shrill alarm sounds from within the room. I know instantly what it is; I’ve heard Levi’s fire pager go off a million times. He’s moving before I have the chance to taste him.
“Attention Jupiter Bay Fire. All units respond to a business structure fire at 614 Main Street, Jupiter Bay. Report of smoke coming from the building directly to the east. All units requested. Police and ambulance already in route.”
“614?” I ask, as Levi jumps up and grabs a pair of jeans from his drawer.
“Yeah,” he says, shoving his long legs into the denim.
“Isn’t Payton’s flower shop 612?” I ask, the words dying on my dry lips.
He turns and faces me. “Yeah.”
I’m moving before he even answers the question. After the world’s fastest trip to the bathroom to clean up, my legs slide into shorts and my shirt is pulled over my head. I don’t even care that I don’t have a bra on. “Come on, angel. You can call her on the way,” he says as he laces up his thick work boots.
We’re out the door, hand in hand, racing towards the scene of the fire. My heart is pounding and my legs are numb as we climb into the cab of his truck. The blue light flashes as he tears out of the parking lot, racing towards downtown Jupiter Bay.
My fingers shake and I almost misdial her number. Eventually, I get it right and it rings.
“Hello?” she asks, her sleepy greeting echoing through the truck.
“There’s a fire.”
“Where?” she asks, alert and trying not to panic.
“Next door to Blossoms and Blooms.”
Her sharp intake of breath guts me, but not as much as the fear in her voice when she says, “I’m on my way.”
