6. Axel
6
AXEL
“Why’s there a blue handprint on your neck?” Marshall McCray asks as we stand beside the fire engine and wait for the official order to head back to the station. We were called out to the assisted living facility because an elderly woman burned her pizza and set off the fire alarm. She blamed the book she’d been reading—one of Kelsey’s books.
A sly smile slides across my lips, and I don’t bother hiding it. “I might have been a little preoccupied before the call.”
“With who? A body painter?”
I reach up to my neck, and sure enough my fingers come away with blue smears. The yellow and green ink mixed together. I wonder if her tank top is still in my sink, or if Kelsey managed to grab it before I rushed her out of my house.
I was more than a little annoyed at the interruption. But after I had a few minutes to get my bearings, I realized that interruption might just be my saving grace. I wanted to give in to Kelsey. Strip her down and sink my cock into her sweet pussy right there on my bathroom counter. Had it not been for Betty Maxwell burning her individual-sized pizza, I’d have given in.
But giving in to her this quickly is not the way I’m going to convince Kelsey to stay. I need to play dirtier.
“I don’t kiss and fucking tell.”
“I’m not some gossip queen,” he says on a laugh.
“Sure you’re not.”
We’re not exactly best buds, but I’ve been spending regular time in his gym since I moved to Daisy Hills. We’ve become friends. I trust him. But I’m not ready to admit to anyone—not even Leeann—that I’m head over heels for a woman I’ve known exactly one day. It sounds like literal insanity. Not the best look for a new small business owner in town.
“I just recognize the look.”
“What look?”
“The lovestruck look. Caden’s been wearing it since the day he met my sister. He denied it for a long fucking time.” He glances at his business partner, chatting with a couple of other volunteer firefighters. I was on the call a few months ago when some maniac set fire to Ruby’s garden. Caden was too. I know exactly what look Marshall is talking about because Caden and Ruby are married now. “Hell, half this town wears that look .”
“I’m not in love.” I might be hung up on the curvy romance author, but I’m certainly not in love with a woman I hardly know. That might change, though. If I can just convince her to stay. Write a couple more books before she makes any big moves. I just need more fucking time. Because deep in my gut, I know there is something here. Something big. Something important. Something eternal.
“That blue handprint says differently,” Marshall teases.
“What about you?” I ask, hoping to shift the target off my back. “You wearing the look too?”
“This ain’t about me,” he says.
Thankfully Chief Knox chooses that moment to announce we’re good to head back to the station. We load up and head downtown, the roar of the engine making it impossible for Marshall to continue his interrogation about the handprint.
An hour later, gear checked and stowed, I’m just grabbing my wallet and truck keys when I hear my phone chime.
At the sight of Kelsey’s name on my screen, I’m instantly taken back to that mind blowing kiss we shared. I’m a passionate guy when I want to be, but that fucking kiss was on another level. My dick starts to harden beneath the zipper of my jeans at the memory of her lips pressed to mine.
Her tongue swirling in perfect rhythm against my own.
My fingers undoing the clasp of her bra.
Her tit in my hand, hard nipple begging for attention.
I quickly make my way out to the truck before I read her message. She might be telling me to go to hell, but my dick doesn’t care. The fucker is rock hard. I don’t need Marshall or anyone else calling out my fucking hard on.
Kelsey: Everything okay?
Me: Worried about me Princess?
Kelsey: So what if I am?
I make her wait the two minutes it takes for me to drive home before answering.
Me: I’m fine. But if you want to pretend there’s burns all over my body and come nurse me back to health, I’m not saying no.
The three little dots appear and disappear several times. It gives me time to get inside and strip down to my boxers. I’m just about to type a text back, let her know I was teasing, when her reply finally comes through.
Kelsey: You’d like that too much. ;)
Kelsey: What happened on the call?
Me: You nearly burned down the assisted living facility.
Kelsey: What?! How is that MY fault?
Me: Someone was reading one of your dirty books and forgot she was cooking a pizza.
Kelsey: You’re lying.
Me: Swear on my nephew’s life I’m telling the truth.
Kelsey: You have a nephew?
Me: Keigh. He’s ten.
Kelsey: You want kids?
Kelsey: Wait, don’t answer that.
Kelsey: Forget I asked.
Me: I want kids.
Several seconds turn into several minutes that go by without a reply. Maybe Kelsey’s fallen asleep—it’s after midnight now—or maybe she’s lying in her bed wearing nothing but my t-shirt, touching herself. My cock stands at full attention at that image, lifting the fabric of my boxers.
I shrug them off and toss them onto the floor.
I prop up my pillow, still holding the phone in one hand in case Kelsey responds. I wrap the other hand around my cock. With each stroke, I imagine it’s Kelsey’s hand. That instead of getting interrupted for a call tonight, I’d lifted her onto the bathroom counter and suckled her nipples while she tugged down my zipper and reached inside my boxers.
Kelsey: What are you doing?
Me: It’s top secret.
Kelsey: Good thing I have a top secret security clearance.
God, I love that humor. It makes me feel as though I’ve known her forever. For lifetimes instead of a single day. I stroke faster, picturing her lips sliding over my swollen head as those amber eyes flicker to meet mine.
Kelsey: Are you doing something naughty?
Me: So what if I am?
Kelsey: Do you want to know a secret?
Me: Do I have the right security clearance?
Kelsey: No. But I’ll tell you anyway.
Kelsey: I’m doing something naughty too.
I stroke harder, faster. The phone falls from my hand as blood rushes south, and I explode. Hard . Cum shoots all over the damn bed, but I don’t care that I’ll need to change the sheets tonight. The release takes over my whole body, the intensity of it unreal.
“Fuck me.”
I’m fucking dizzy from the much-needed release. There’s cum all over my hand, my stomach, and my sheets. If I ever get the chance to come in Kelsey’s sweet pussy, it might actually kill me. But I don’t care. Because it’s all I want.
I reach for the phone with my clean hand and see one final message.
Kelsey: Sweet dreams ;)