Fireman Daddy - Taryn Quinn Page 0,12

to live inside of me. Tension coiled inside me while the oncoming pleasure dissipated in a rush of fear.

“Erica.”

His dark, low voice saying my name snapped me out of it.

He pushed back my hair and cradled my face as he burrowed into me. “Here with me. Stop thinking about whatever is going on in there.” He nipped my bottom lip. “Here.” His hand slipped down to my chest. “I feel your heart racing.” He shifted to grip my hip. “I feel you clasping that sweet pussy around me.”

My breath stalled. That he had so many words rocked me. It always seemed like they were lodged in my brain and would never come out. Not with my family, not with my husband, not with my friends.

He slipped out of me.

“No, Jake. I’m—”

What?

I’m sorry? Please fuck me some more?

Dios.

He sat on the pool table, and then hauled me up to straddle his lap. His long legs were outstretched, and he’d shoved down his jeans to his knees.

He lifted me, his arms bulging with muscles. “Put me inside you.”

I fumbled between us, gripping him and stroking his shaft before pressing him along my slit. So big and so hot. The friction of the hair on his thighs buzzed against my skin as I slowly positioned him.

He growled. “What are you waiting for?”

I shook back my hair, my sudden giggle surprising me. “You’re the one who changed our positions, buddy.”

He seized my hips and dropped me down on him hard enough that my teeth snapped together. Quickly, he switched his hold so his huge fingers dug into as much of my ass and hips as he could reach.

I’d thought the little bit of friction before was good. Now?

Now there was no escaping this. I was on top, making everything between us even more intimate.

I rocked against him, and he hit a certain incredible spot inside me again and again. White-hot pleasure swamped me. The tremors started at my toes, locking all my nerve endings in an endless loop of sensory indulgence. I shuddered around him, holding him fast as he suddenly took my mouth, hot and hard.

I gripped his shoulders and trusted the fall.

Trusted that I wouldn’t end up covered in gravel and glass.

Trusted that he’d be with me.

I opened my eyes. Our gazes locked, and the flood of him inside me triggered my own orgasm.

One of his hands ended up in my hair as he clamped me against him, pulsing inside of me like nothing I’d ever known.

I didn’t even realize tears were falling until he brushed them away with his thumbs. Our kiss went from nearly feral to languid and soft.

I sighed and laid my cheek against his chest. His heart thundered in time with my own.

Just sex?

What a lie.

Seven

“Big sis!”

“Oh, shit.” Erica scrambled off me and flew around the back of the bar.

Sweet Jesus, my dick was still wet from her, and she’d already moved so far across the room it seemed as if she was in a different state.

She crouched low to button up her dress. “Would you put that thing away?” she whispered frantically.

My thing didn’t really appreciate the new nickname, but I hitched up my jeans and tucked myself behind my zipper. I was pulling my shirt over my head when Erica’s youngest sister, Gina Ramos, came around the corner.

She paused on the threshold between the entrance and the main part of the bar before she looked my way with a raised brow. Then she scanned the rest of the room and crossed her arms with a sly smile. “Well, hello, Chief Mills.”

I blew out a breath. Great. Lunch at the diner was going to get a little weird. “Gina.”

Freckles popped up from behind the bar, her buttons semi-straight save for the ones holding in her magnificent breasts.

Gina pressed her lips together, glancing from me to her and then back again. “How’d the meeting go?”

I tucked in my shirt and grabbed my jacket from the floor. “As well as can be expected.”

“I bet.” Gina cocked her hip. “So, did you convince my stubborn big sister to stick around for more than a few days?” She tucked her tongue in her cheek. “Maybe you used some of your persuasive talents?”

I wasn’t going there.

“I have to head back to the city today.”

My gaze swung to Freckles. Funny how she hadn’t mentioned that earlier. “Is that so?”

“It’s called work. You might have heard of it. Just as you may have given me a three-page list of things to fix thanks to