Free Into the Fire by Keira Ramsay Page B

and
began to hunch over, as if it would take the pressure off his
balls. Why he hadn’t forcibly removed her hands was a mystery to
her, but she wasn’t going to argue her good fortune.
    “ Some chick,” he grunted. “I
fucked her right after you were assigned to our ‘house. Never saw
her again. Don’t even remember her name.”
    Charly leaned against the back of the
booth and considered his words, even as she kept the pressure up.
She knew why CC had voiced the story: he’d hated seeing a woman in
the ‘house worse than any of the other men. But, how could this
woman have known?
    Could it have been someone she’d
confided in? No, Emma was the only person she’d ever told about
Nate, and Charly trusted her implicitly. It had to be someone else,
but how? And, did it even matter?
    She released her hold on CC’s balls
and picked up her beer. “Thank you, CC. You can go now.”
    He lurched away from her as if she’d
taken a cattle prod to his ass and then stumbled out of the booth.
He hunched over with one hand protecting the family jewels. “I’ll
get you for this, you little cunt. You don’t fuck with me and get
away with it.”
    “ But she will, CC,” Nate
said, his voice sharp enough to cut steel. “Because if you breathe
one word of this encounter, your ass is grass.”
    CC straightened marginally. “Fuck you,
Andrews. You don’t know your ass from a hole in the
ground.”
    Nate nodded in agreement. “Maybe not,
but Chief Ryan sure does, and he was the one who clued me in. You
say one fucking word and you’re done. You’ll never get a
recommendation to another ‘house.”
    “ That’s blackmail,” CC
snarled.
    “ Yeah, how’s it feel,
asshole?” Charly snapped in response. “You’ve tried to run me out
for the last eight years. Now, we’re even. No one has to know this
ever happened but the three of us. I hear one word about it,
though, and I’m going to tell everyone how I had you by the
balls.”
    “ Bitch,” CC said, but
befuddlement had replaced the anger in his tone.
    “ Bastard,” she replied
companionably. “We’re done ... or not. Your call. I actually
believe you don’t remember her name. Hell, she probably never even
gave it to you.”
    CC limped away without another
word.
    Nate’s big hand covered her knee and
squeezed. She pulled her attention away from the wounded
firefighter.
    Nate’s grin was so huge it almost
split his face. “Jesus, Charly, you’re amazing.” He leaned over and
gave her a big kiss.
    Charly was too happy to even care who
saw.
     

Chapter Eight
    No one at Mickey’s had seemed to have
any interest in their altercation with CC, so they finished their
beers quietly and left the bar. Twilight had begun to fall as they
walked to the car, and Charly knew they’d spend all night playing
the games that had titillated them so ... but only if she wanted it
to happen.
    As she settled into the driver’s seat,
the adrenaline, which hummed through her blood ever since CC had
settled in next to her, focused into a sharp, edgy need. She turned
to Nate, who had already buckled himself in and, closing the space
between them in a heartbeat, laid a kiss on him that rocked both of
their worlds.
    He responded as she’d known he would,
his mouth voracious, tongue seeking hers hungrily. His hands found
her breasts and tweaked her nipples in time to the thrust of his
tongue, which sent shards of pure pleasure through her body and lit
her nerve endings on fire.
    He palmed her breasts, inciting a
whole, body-shuddering caress, and then cupped her shoulders and
pushed her an inch away. His breathing felt choppy against her
lips. “My place, now.” When she hesitated, he growled, “I mean it,
Charly.”
    Her nipples pebbled even further at
the order as her pussy creamed. Taking one last swipe of his lips
with her tongue, she slid back behind the wheel. Her heart thumped
unsteadily. “You’ll have to give me directions,” she said with a
breathy voice.
    He did, his