Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
Dash
It’s another sleepless night of watching the storm that popped up out of nowhere. Though the storm itself passed hours ago, the number of lightning strikes has kept me on high alert until dawn. I’ve called in two smaller fires that were thankfully quickly extinguished.
But the one fire I fear will never be put out is the one burning deep inside me since meeting Stormi.
After letting Blaze out for his morning relief, I return to the tower. To the woman sleeping in my bed. I can’t stop staring at her, tangled in my blankets. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life.
She stayed up with me as long as she could stand it, but within an hour, she was yawning so fiercely her eyes were watering.
I tucked her into bed with a kiss that still haunts me.
I’m falling for her.
I don’t know how it’s possible, or why I trust it so much. There’s a gut feeling that swears she’s meant to be mine. All night long, I ping-ponged between reporting concerning strikes and playing out every detail she’s shared with me about her life trying to puzzle how we could make it work.
I want to convince myself that she could easily uproot her life in Omaha, especially since she told her boss to shove it where the sun doesn’t shine. But I don’t want her moving to Cinnamon Creek if I’m the only reason.
The pressure is too much.
The last time a woman did that for me—
“Is it over?” Stormi asks, a yawn escaping as she sits up. My T-shirt hangs off one shoulder, damn near exposing a nipple. My mouth waters at the memory of circling my tongue around the peak.
“Yeah, it’s over.”
“Have you slept at all?” she asks, her bright blue eyes filled with concern.
“No.”
She tosses back the covers, revealing those bare legs. The T-shirt is bunched at her hip, exposing her yellow panties.
Turns out, yellow is my new favorite color.
Who knew?
I’m staring at those cheerful panties as I debate whether to accept her invitation, too tired to remind myself of all the reasons that this is a bad idea. The further this goes, the bigger hole it’s going to leave inside me when she gets on that chopper.
The idea of Miss Sunshine disappearing from my life is too much to bear.
So I don’t focus on that.
I focus instead on the woman keeping my bed warm, and drop my sweatpants.
Her bright blue eyes darken a shade as they lock on my erect cock. I stand at the edge of the bed, waiting. Giving Stormi the chance to change her mind.
Instead, she crawls over to me and lifts on her knees. Her hands cup my cheeks, drawing my mouth to hers. It’s a sensual kiss filled with need and longing. She slides one hand down my chest, stopping only when it’s circled around my cock.
I groan at the touch, gripping her hips for balance.
“That’s a big hose you got there, fire chief,” she says, her eyes sparkling with tease.
A laugh escapes my throat, the sound a little rusty from lack of practice.
“Too much?” she asks, one corner of her mouth lifted in amusement.
“Depends what you want to do with my hose.” I grip the hem of her T-shirt on both sides and tug it over her head. The morning sun lifts over the mountains, casting her nearly naked body in a soft, sunny glow.
So fucking fitting.
“God you’re beautiful, Stormi.”
“I’m also very thirsty,” she says, kissing a trail down my chest. “I might need to drink from your hose.”
Fuck. Me.
I’m convinced I’ve fallen asleep at my post, and this is nothing more than a dirty dream. But when Stormi’s mouth makes contact with my cock, I can’t deny the reality before me.
Nothing has ever felt this good.
I watch in rapture as she tastes me, running her tongue up and down my shaft and around my swollen head. She laps up the precum, flickering those big eyes up at me as she does. When her mouth engulfs my shaft, I damn near go blind.
“Fuck,” I pant.
“I’m just a thirsty girl, Dash.” The look she flashes me is pure wickedness, and I damn near nut on the spot.
“Drink up, baby girl.”
She sucks me fucking raw.
She takes my cock deep into throat, her moans of pleasure vibrating against my shaft. It’s all I can do to keep standing as my release builds. My cock throbs with desperation. “Do you want me to come in your mouth, Stormi?”
An eager nod is her only answer, because her mouth is too full of my cock.
I come so hard I see fucking stars behind my eyes.
I cry out her name again and again as my cock shoots hot ropes of cum into the back of her throat. Stormi enthusiastically swallows every last drop before she runs her lips over my tip, as if to give it a final kiss.
I have to fucking have this woman.
“That quench your thirst?”
She licks her lips as she lifts onto her knees again. Her arms go around my neck, her tits pressing into my chest. “Yes, it did.”
She kisses me softly at first, but my hands slide down her back and settle on her ass. I’m desperate to feel her wetness, so plunge a hand beneath her panties. My middle finger hits paydirt first, and I groan at the feel of her.
“Did sucking on my cock make you wet?”
“So wet.”
“Good. Because it turns out, I’m thirsty too.”
I toss her onto her back, hooking my fingers into her panties. Desperate to have her sweet nectar on my tongue. Licking it off my fingers last night wasn’t good enough. I need my honey right from the source.
But before I can tug her panties down, I hear it: the faint noise of a chopper approaching.