Beautiful Burn Page 8

  "No." Autumn climbed onto the table, on her belly, her naked ass exposed to the room. "Like this." She lifted the unclaimed breast to her mouth and gently suckled at the nipple as her tongue played with the bar.

  "Fuck," Leland rumbled as he pulled Autumn from the table.

  "Wait! I wasn't done playing yet."

  "Hush now." As he tossed her over his shoulder, he nodded to the others as he strode from the room. "If you will excuse us."

  Gwen watched as Liv stood from the table. "Atticus, will you walk me home? I think I started something that Jensen is going to have to finish."

  "Hold on, lovie." Atticus closed his eyes and started mumbling.

  "What are you doing?"

  "Trying to get rid of this erection, so I can walk." After a few seconds, he opened his eyes, stood from the table and offered Liv a smile. "I'll get your coat. You find your clothes and meet me at the door. By then, I should be able to be the gentleman you need to escort you to your front door."

  As soon as he left the room, Gwen called to the other woman, "Are you sure about this?"

  "That I need to be walked home? No, but my husband made all his men promise to take care of me as he would if anything were to happen to him. I don't need half the department on my doorstep in the morning with their paddles in hand."

  "I can walk you," Jensen offered.

  "No, you take your girl home. It's only across the street. He will do the job just fine."

  The women pulled on their few discarded articles, walked to the door and gave each other a hug. "Thanks for the game. I needed to get my mind off it for a while."

  "The least I can do." Gwen ignored the sharp pain in her chest and the ever-present voice in her head as she watched the pair walk down the snowy gravel road.

  "Gwen." She stepped into Jensen's arms and let him guide her to the truck. When she reached for the handle, he stopped her. "Are you all right?"

  "Yeah, why do you ask?"

  "Because you have been rubbing your chest like you're in pain and that smile isn't reaching your eyes."

  "Just a little sad." She went to her toes and stole a kiss. "Because I get to do that without a thought and as often as I want. All she wants is one more kiss from him, and she is never going to get that." In an attempt to push the unchangeable away, she rubbed her groin against his jean covered thigh, reigniting the embers of lust.

  He pinned her against the door and returned the favor, but his hard member hit home and the pressure on her sex had her knees going weak beneath her. He chuckled as he took a step away. "What is it with us and getting hot and heavy in the cold?"

  "Please."

  He just smiled as he gathered her in his arms, opened the door and boosted her into the truck. "I won't fuck you for the first time against the side of my truck. We need a warm, soft surface the first time." He slipped his hand between her legs, teasing her as he stole a heady kiss.

  She whimpered when he pulled away. Once in his seat, he pushed the center console out of the way and pulled her to him. "Does that mean that after the first time, anywhere is fair game?" She moved to all fours and worked the button of his jeans as they reversed out of the drive and headed for his house.

  His strangled groan had her smiling as she released his dick from his pants. "If our chances of getting arrested for indecent exposure are minimal." He sucked in a breath as she slid the crown of his cock into her mouth. "Don't you dare stop sucking, but don't make me come."

  "How?"

  He reached over and awkwardly popped her on the ass before tangling his hand in her hair. "I don't care how you do it, but if you make me come before I get inside of you, I will keep you on the brink of orgasm for as long as it takes me to be ready to go again. And if you stop before we pull into my garage, I will pull over and give you a proper spanking." Her groan had his hips bucking, sending his cock to the back of her throat. She wrapped her hand around his shaft as he settled back into his seat, pumping as she bobbed. "No hands, bellissima, I want you to take as much of me as possible. I want your mouth. Only your mouth."

  She bobbed, licked and hummed against his cock the whole way back to his place. The few times he got close to an orgasm, he warned her with a tug to her hair and she was able to let up enough to hold him off. She was relieved when she heard his garage door close behind them.

  With a tender pull of her hair, he drew her off his cock with a soft pop. "If you don't wipe that satisfied smirk off your face, I am going to have to take a leisurely drive around the block a few times."

  Her smile widened for a second before she reached to take his cock into her mouth once more. The silky crest had just brushed her lips when he swung his door open and pulled her from the seat before tossing her over his shoulder. She squealed as his hand bounced off her ass. "Naughty little sub, thinking she can just suck me into that pretty little mouth of hers and I will forget who's in charge."

  "Did it work?"

  "Absolutely not." He kicked the door to the garage shut and walked the short distance to the house.

  "Really?" She laughed as he entered the house. "I don't believe you."

  "Why not?"

  "Because you just walked the twenty yards between the house and garage with your stiff cock hanging out of your pants." She squealed as he tossed her on the bed.

  "I meant to do that." Her snort was muffled by the fabric of his shirt as he whisked it over her head. When he pulled her bra from her body, he paused. "Really, baby?"

  She looked down her body. "You don't like them?"

  "I love them. I am just shocked that the whole time you were acting so innocent, you were hiding these beautifully adorned breasts from me. Naughty." He narrowed his eyes at her huffed laugh. "What else are you hiding from me?"

  She shook her head. "I'm not telling you. You're going to have to find out for yourself."

  He sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. "I have ways of making you talk."

  While she was moaning, she watched as he pulled the previously untouched nipple into the hot recesses of his mouth. "They've been healed for years. Do your worst. Ow."

  "Never taunt me when you have a body part so close to my teeth. I bite." The rest of her clothes were thrown to the floor in short order. Naked, sprawled across the bed, she watched him take inventory of her body. "No belly button ring. Stick out your tongue."

  She did as she was told, laughing. "Wouldn't you have felt that while we were making out in the snow? Or against your truck?"

  "You would think so, but I'm running out of places to search." He didn't get any further as realization dawned.

  "By golly, I think he's got it." His eyes never left hers as his hand slowly ran down her body and over her naked mound. At his pause, she giggled. "Keep going, Sir, it won't bite."

  The slow way he spread her lips drove her mad with need. When she arched into him, he drew his hand back and brought it down sharply over her pussy. "I'm not sure if that cry was one of pleasure or pain."

  "Can it be both?"

  "Hold your legs up with your hands behind your knees. I want to see your beautiful jewel." After a pause, a smirk split his face. "Both of them." She did as she was told. The cold air of the room on her hot, exposed sex only making her sexual need grow. "Keep making those little noises, baby. I love them."

  He moved between her legs and the words fell from his mouth, "Fuck, baby."

  "Do you like it?"

  "Hell, yes." He took his cock in hand, stroking it from base to tip. "I should have let you make me come." She bucked off the bed when he shifted positions and ran his tongue over her sex, sucking her clit into his mouth and rapidly flicking the silver hoop imbedded in the hood of her clit back and forth with his tongue.

  "I'm going to come," she cried out in anguish.

  He released her tortured flesh. "You will not come without permission." Her whine was desperate. "All you have to do is ask nicely."

  "Please, Sir."

  "You can do better than that, girl."


  "Please, please, please! Your mouth is so good and it has been so long, please, Sir."

  "How long? As much as I love the beautiful blush of yours when it spreads across your face, it isn't going to keep you from having to answer my question. How long has it been?"

  "Before I started at the station."

  "Four years?"

  Heat engulfed her clit once again. When he impatiently nipped the swollen bud, she cried out with the realization that he expected an answer. "Um, uh. At someone else's hand, yes."

  "Good girl." He stood and shucked his pants. "Fuck, I should have let you suck me dry. Are you laughing at me?"

  "Never, Sir."

  "Lies, but I will let it slide because I love your laugh. It's infectious." He lay over the top of her. "It's going to be quick and hard, but I promise you, it will be good."

  "Of that, I have no doubt." The head of his cock inching into her had her arching into him. "Shove it in, please, Sir. Now, who's laughing at who?"

  "I'm not a small man, Gwendolyn. I don't want to hurt you."

  "And I'm not a virgin. You said hard and quick. That's what I want. Please."

  "We will talk about you taking what you are given later. For now."

  He drove into her, drawing another cry from her lips. "Fuck!"

  "Fuck!" She wrapped her lags around his waist, hooking her feet together at the small of his back. She knew her heels were digging into him, but she didn't care; she needed the extra leverage.

  He put his lips to her ears, nibbling the lobe. "If you don't stop trying to direct me on how to properly fuck you, I will pull out right now and paddle your ass. Then I will have no choice but to tie you down so you stop the manipulation." He chuckled. "You like the picture I put into your head?"

  "Yes," she moaned as she reluctantly unwound her legs from him.

  "Let's see if you like this." He rolled her to her side, straddled one leg, pinning it to the bed with his body. He pointed the other to the ceiling before he drove back into her, resting her leg on his chest and shoulder as he used her hip as leverage.

  His thrusts were crazed, but he managed to hit the perfect spot every time, driving Gwen to the edge. "Sir. Jensen. Please."

  "Say it. Tell me what you want."

  "Please, Jensen. Make me come. Let me come."

  "With pleasure." A slight tilt of his hips had Gwen throwing her head back and her internal muscles contracting in just a few strokes. "Squeeze me, bellissima, make me come. I want you to go with me. Now."

  He rolled her clit firmly under his finger. Once, twice, on the third pass, she shattered. Her cry of pleasure was still bouncing off the walls as the roar of his release erupted from him. He thrust a few more times before he released her leg, fell to the bed beside her, and pulled her to his chest, dislodging himself from her body.

  "That was." She searched for the right word.

  "Embarrassingly fast?"

  "No, I was going to say amazing, but I didn't want to stroke your ego any more than I already had." She settled her head on his chest, smiling at his feet. "Can we do that again?"

  He rolled her onto her back, pinning her beneath his body, her arms above her head clasped in one of his hands. "Leave your hands there. Don't move them. Let's see how many times I can make you scream before our next round."

  Chapter 12

  "You would have thought your man hadn't seen you in a month, with the way he ran off with you last night."

  Delight took over Autumn's face. "I know! We didn't even make it to the bed. He had me on my knees and his cock in my mouth as soon as he got the bedroom door shut."

  "With the look on his face when you sucked my nipple into your mouth, I'm shocked he didn't take you from behind right there on the table."

  "Trust me, I thought about it." Autumn smacked the arm that wrapped around her middle. "Meeting in the great room. PD is done with the personal devices."

  "Did they discover that the arsonist is among us?" Gwen rolled her eyes as she fell in step beside the couple.

  "Considering that no one was dragged off in handcuffs, I am going to guess no."

  "Nice of the three of you to join us."

  "How mad do you think Jensen will be if I flip off Starling right now?"

  "Oh, I'll do it if you do!"

  "No, you won't. The two of you will behave and not stoop to his level." Jensen's hand rested on her lower back, leading her to a vacant chair. His mouth at her ear; he spoke only for her. "Behave, bellissima."

  "Now that everyone is here, we found some interesting things on some of the computers." Starling's eyes shot to Gwen before skirting to a few other people in the room. "But we didn't find anything on the personal devices that infiltrated any of the users in the stalking of Miss Boisy or as the arsonist."

  "So, you're going to move on and look elsewhere?"

  "There is still someone using your IP address; we can't just ignore that."

  "But, you just said we were clear." Jensen stiffened at her side as the argument fell from her mouth.

  "No, I said your volunteered devices were clear."

  "Just give us our stuff back."

  Starling waved his hand toward the tables covered in tablets, phones, and computers, his gesture smug.

  After working their way to the front of the room, he grabbed Gwen's wrist as she reached for her laptop. "I found your computer to be the most interesting."

  She pulled her arm from his grasp and she tried again, but Starling beat her to it, swiping the device from the table. "I read them."

  She paled the slightest bit, knowing it wasn't an accident that Jensen's things were at the other end of the long line of tables. She stood her ground. "Give me my laptop, please."

  "You intrigue me, Miss Carlson."

  "Laptop."

  A sneer split his rounded face. "You play this innocent, homely woman at work, but your choice of reading material completely contradicts that."

  "They are fiction, not autobiographies."

  "Which is it? The frumpy, woman who hides behind the men's clothes and a man's job? Or the sex crazed submissive, begging to be controlled."

  She felt the heat rise in her face before she straightened her spine and looked the annoying man in the eye just as Jensen made it to her side. "That's sexual harassment, and I will be filing a complaint." As she snagged the laptop from the arrogant asshole, she spun on her heels, grabbed Jensen's hand and stomped away.

  "You want to tell me what that was about?"

  While dragging the man behind her, she marched into his office and collapsed into one of the chairs in front of his desk. "I cannot believe that infuriating, sexist man still has a job!"

  "Gwen, I can't help you unless you tell me what happened."

  "I can't, not while he's still in the building."

  "Why not?" He snagged her around the waist, pulling her from her seat and into his lap as he took her place.

  "Because I don't want to have to bail you out of jail."

  "Oh, my God!" Autumn stormed into the office with Lee hot on her heals. "Did he really call you a frumpy, sex crazed submissive."

  Gwen's head collided with Jensen's chest. "Not exactly."

  "What?" Jensen roared as he went to his feet.

  "No!" She wrapped her arms and legs around the big man and clung to him. "Jensen. You can't lose your head."

  "The fuck I can't."

  "Please, Jensen, just let me file a report with HR."

  "Someone has to teach that asshole some manners."

  "Sir, please." She wasn't sure what got through to him, the tear that slipped down her cheek or the use of his title, but she didn't care. For the first time since Autumn had opened her big mouth, he was actually looking at her and seeing her. "Please, just let me file a report with human resources. If you go out there like this, it's going to make it that much harder for me to get HR to take me seriously."

  It took a couple of deep breaths, but after a few moments, he finally relented. "Okay, but you're not to b
e anywhere near him without someone else around if he is willing to say shit like that in a room full of people." A shiver ran through his body. "It terrifies me to think what he would do without the witnesses. Am I clear?"

  "Yes, Sir."

  "I really thought Jensen's head was going to explode."

  "I thought I was finally going to get to see someone put Starling in his place."

  "You couldn't have kept it to yourself for five seconds. All I wanted to do was file a report with HR, not have to talk my boyfriend out of decking a detective in the face."

  "But it was amazing!"

  As she shoved the door wide, she looked back at the girls. "Clinging to a man about to lose his shit and begging him not to beat the fuck out of a man you hate just as much as he does, is not my definition of amazing."

  Ignoring her friend's glare, Autumn shivered as she pushed the door shut behind them. "It doesn't matter how many times I come in here, I still get goose bumps."

  Kennly snorted. "Behave yourself, and you wouldn't be conditioned to dread it so much."

  "Nah. Not going to happen. I think this is as well behaved as I get." With a shrug, Autumn led the way to the back of the room before she turned to the others. "We don't have much time before the guys come looking for us. What did you find out?"

  All eyes swung to Kennly. "According to my dad, he is living with his mom in the same house he grew up in."

  "I know where that is!"

  "Hold it, turbo," Kennly said as she snagged the other woman by the arm when she tried to walk by.

  "What? We have his info; we just need to ask him."

  "We're on shift. I don't think pulling up to his house in an ambulance will give us the discretion this whole plot of yours requires."

  She had the grace to look sheepish. "Okay, then tomorrow."

  "Nope, I have another date with Jensen," Gwen said.

  "Then it will just be Kennly and me."

  It was Kennly's turn to disagree. "No, that isn't what we agreed. All of us, or none of us."

  "We're not the fucking three musketeers."