All Fired Up (Green Valley Heroes #7)

Chapter 22

Chapter Twenty-Two

HUNTER

E ven in the dim early morning light, the widening of Madeline’s eyes is unmistakable.

Not that my goal was to shock her, but she has to know what she’s in for. I’m making her come, one way or another. The only question is how she wants it.

Anticipation thrums through me as I wait for her to decide. Honestly, I could probably make her come by sucking her nipples alone, if she gave me enough time. She’s incredibly responsive, and her breasts are just as perfect as her ass.

Everything about her is perfect.

Her thighs split, one leg riding up to expose her pretty pussy, and she takes one of my hands, guiding it to the area. Guess that’s her answer, then.

I slide my palm over her, then slip two fingers inside, unable to wait any longer.

“Oh, fuck, you’re wet for me.” Do I turn her on that much? My dick hardens even more at the thought. “So fucking sexy.”

I draw my fingers in and out, until she’s practically riding my hand with eagerness, then I return my mouth to her breast, swirling my tongue around her nipple.

Her legs splay open, hips thrusting to meet my hand. “Keep doing that,” she says, her hands coming up to sift through my hair, holding me in place. As if I would go anywhere else when I have this insanely sexy woman under me.

I’m losing my mind with the way I want her. I’ve never craved someone so much, especially because it’s her . Madeline. The girl that’s invaded my life in the best way possible.

Carrying her to bed earlier had felt so right. So natural. It makes sense she’d be the only girl to ever sleep here with me. She’s the only one I’ve ever wanted like this.

Focusing my attention on her clit, I grin against her breast as her hold on me tightens, her heels digging into the mattress.

“Like that, Hunter. Oh my God, like that.”

I don’t think she realizes what she’s saying, what she’s doing, as she rides my hand, a low groan issuing from her a few moments later. Her pussy milks my fingers as her orgasm rolls over her, and triumph zings through me. I love hearing her moan for me.

Releasing her breast, my lips travel up her chest and neck, and finally to those luscious lips, kissing her with reverence. She kisses me back, curling herself around me, one of her legs sliding over my hip.

“That was amazing,” she whispers. “I loved every minute of it.”

“And I loved doing that for you.” Seriously, we could make a standing appointment for me to get her off every night. I’d be one hundred percent down for that.

“But you didn’t get anything out of it.”

“Don’t worry about me.” I don’t want her to feel obligated to do anything she’s uncomfortable with. I’m still reeling that I got her to agree to let me touch her at all.

“You said yourself how much I like fairness,” she whispers, her hand snaking between us to cup me.

I hiss in a breath, her touch bordering on sensory overload directly on me like that.

She snatches her hand away. “Sorry. Was that not okay?”

“No, it is.” I find her hand again, placing it back on me, and groan. “I’m just incredibly turned on.”

Her lips curve in a smile. “Really?”

“Yes, really. You keep touching me like that and I’m going to come quick.”

She seems delighted by my admission. Did her ex never praise her? Tell her what he liked? What turned him on?

Then again, the man didn’t even make her come, so chances are no.

I pump into her hand for half a minute, my body doing all the work, waiting until she gets comfortable, until her touch turns bolder.

“Can I take these off?” I ask, motioning to my shorts and boxer briefs. “Not to have sex.” I don’t think she’s ready for that. “Just to...”

She nods and helps me undress, her slim fingers sliding over me once I’m bare to her.

Christ, yes. Her touch is everything I imagined it would be.

I tell my hips to keep still, to not scare her off with demands, but I can’t stop myself, groaning madly as my hips move of their own accord.

“Grip me tighter,” I tell her. “Yeah, like that. And move your hand...Yeah, exactly. Oh, fuck, that feels good.”

I kiss her as her hand glides up and down my dick, my hands drifting over her body, exploring her. I want to learn every curve, every dip and hollow, map every bit of her until it’s imprinted in my memory. I can’t guarantee she’ll return to my bed after tonight. I have to memorize everything while I can.

Even if it may be our only time like this, she kisses me back with enthusiasm, stroking me just how I want it. Then again, I’d want anything with her. I can’t believe she agreed to anything at all.

When a familiar tingle surges down my spine, I welcome it, wanting that release. I pull away slightly, taking in her beautifully nude body, the graceful fall of her hair over my pillow, the concentration on her face as she gets me off.

“You get me so hot.” My hand joins hers, speeding up the rhythm. “I’m going to come soon, okay?”

She nods in understanding, and maybe it’s wishful thinking, but I swear she looks excited. Regardless, it’s what tips me over the edge, my movements going jerky as I come on her belly.

“Madeline, yes. Oh, God. Fuck, yes.”

I can’t keep track of the words coming out of my mouth, afraid I’ll say something she’s not ready to hear. Not about how much I want her, but how much she means to me. How I want her in my bed every night from now on. That now I’ve had her touch, I can’t go back. She’s what I crave.

That wouldn’t go over well, though. She’s so skittish, I can’t scare her off. Not that I have the first clue what I’m doing when it comes to getting a girl to actually date me. I’ve spent so long doing everything I can to prevent that from happening.

When I’m finished, I tell her to stay there, and get up and dampen a washcloth in the bathroom. Bringing it back to her, I wipe the cum off her belly, a sick sense of possession running through me. A part of me wants to leave my mark, to let everyone know she’s taken. She’s mine.

Pretty sure the caveman routine won’t impress her any, though, so I keep the primal thoughts to myself as I get rid of the evidence of our night together. Or, morning, I guess. There’s not that much longer until I have to be up for work.

“So, are you satisfied?” I ask, laying back down next to her. I can’t help running my hand down her side, wanting to touch her while I still have the chance. I have a feeling daylight will bring back that distance she keeps between us.

“Yes.” She tucks her hands under her pillow, looking at my chest rather than my face. “We maybe got a little carried away, though.”

If it had been up to me, we would have done a hell of a lot more. But I know the limits.

“I had a good time,” I say instead. “An amazing time, actually. You’re incredible.”

She gives a soft smile, then yawns. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

“You want to go back to sleep?” I ask her. “I have about an hour until I have to be up for work, but you’re welcome to stay here as long as you want.”

“Hunter, I...” She pulls up the bedsheet, covering herself. “I think I should go.”

And there it is. That distance I was afraid of.

“You want to grab breakfast?” I ask her. “Daisy’s Nut House is probably already open. Or I could make you something here.”

I may not be able to cook much, but I can handle scrambled eggs and bacon. Sort of.

She hesitates for a second. “That’s sweet of you, but no. I just need a ride to my car.”

Right. I forgot that’s why she was here to begin with. “Sure.”

I get out of bed and change, but she stays hidden under the sheet. I get the message and leave, giving her privacy, and head out to the living room, where I grab our dirty dishes from last night off of the coffee table and bring them to the kitchen to wash up.

She joins me a minute later in yesterday’s clothes, her hair up in a messy ponytail. God, she’s beautiful.

“Ready?”

She nods and I lead her out to my car, opening the passenger door for her. When she’s situated, I round the car and get in, then back out of the driveway.

“I don’t know if I’ve mentioned it before,” she says after a minute of quiet, “but I love the way your house is decorated.”

An unexpected flush of pleasure runs through me. “Oh, thanks.”

“Did someone help you?”

“No, I did everything myself. Well, I did get help from Monroe & Sons with some of the renovation work I couldn’t do alone.”

“You renovated it?”

I nod. “It wasn’t in great condition when I bought it. That’s the only reason I could afford it to begin with. Even then I had to pull a lot of overtime for the down payment. But my home is important to me. I spend pretty much all my time here.”

A small chuckle escapes her. “I wouldn’t have pegged you for a homebody.”

I shrug. “What’d you think I was?”

“Some extroverted jock party boy.”

I laugh, something in me easing when she laughs, too.

“I guess it would seem that way to you. Especially since you moved away after high school.”

“What changed since then?”

My fingers flex on the steering wheel. “Graduating, is all. Back then, I did football in the fall and baseball in the spring as an excuse to be out of the house. Same with partying all the time. It was so I didn’t have to be home.”

There’s a long pause and then she asks, “Because of your family?”

Shit. This is not the conversation I wanted to have right now. I’m supposed to be convincing her to get closer, not driving her further away. She made her contempt of my family known that first day of the training program, and I don’t blame her.

“Yeah” is all I say, leaving it at that.

“You never talk about them,” she says.

“No. I don’t.”

I’ve been visiting them less and less lately and it’s felt...good. Even with Mom’s guilt-tripping.

She nods, the silence lengthening between us until it would be too awkward to say anything else.

When we arrive at the fire station, I park next to her car, letting the engine idle. “We still studying tonight?” I ask, sticking to a safe topic.

“Yeah. I’ll see you at the library.”

“We don’t have to go to the library, you know,” I find myself saying. “We could study at my place.” And she could spend the night again.

She fiddles with her purse strap for a moment. “I focus better at the library. I keep doing things I don’t mean to when I’m inside your house.”

She says it with a self-deprecating laugh, but it still stings a little, anyway.

“Thanks for . . . everything,” she says, opening her car door.

I wanted to kiss her goodbye, but there’s no chance of that now as she leaves the car. We’re back to training partners. To friends. The last hour was only a blip in our otherwise normally scheduled programming.

No, stop being so negative. Today was progress. She let me touch her everywhere, let me get her off. And she gave me a hand job, too. Can’t complain about that.

I just have to figure out how to make it happen again.