Free Impulsion: A Station 32 Fire Men Novel by Jamie Magee

him, that she wanted to be close. He agreed with her, so her mother was reasoned down and convinced into only taking Harley away for a summer at best. But that was only after she argued that Harley could not wait for her father to pass away to begin her life, that she should give him the pleasure of knowing she was well cared for before that point.
    “Experience, I guess.”
    “When are you going to know for sure?”
    “Maybe in a few months. I still have time to talk her down to a few weeks, could argue that I want to ride while I still have the chance.”
    She winced, moving her shoulder. Today was a hard ride. Basically, she was thinking too much now, trying to figure out how to be naturally calm.
    Wyatt seemed to feel that pain. He rolled her to her side and moved his hand across her back, her shoulders, working out the tension. “I don’t know that this hard ground is helping you.”
    “If he can read me so well, how does he not know how to read that I need him not to pull?”
    “A different langu age,” he said quietly as he landed a kiss on her shoulder. He rolled her to her back, moved himself between her legs. Harley’s heart quickened, and he smiled shyly, landing a sweet kiss on her lips as her hands moved to his face, caressing him.
    His lips left hers, and one hand reached for the hand she had on his face. “Soft hands,” he breathed. She blushed. His hand moved back to her thigh, pulled it closer to his waist. “Strong legs.”
    She laughed aloud.
    “I’m serious,” he said just before his lips connected with hers. Her legs didn’t tighten around him as he deepened that kiss, as he moved into the cradle of her body. “Stronger,” he whispered against her lips as his hand reached back for her thigh once more, sliding closer, edging to the warmth of her.
    Her hands continued that soft sway on his face, his shoulders, and chest as she devoured his kiss.
    “Stronger,” he said again as his lips moved from her lips, past her chin, leaving slow, passionate kisses across her neck, daring to display more seduction with the flesh of his lips each time.
    She squeezed him with her thighs, but not with all her strength; he was powerful, but the idea of hurting him, or even stopping them, was keeping her to a seductive hug with her legs, especially since she could feel his hand moving ever closer to the part of her body that was craving him.
    “Stronger,” he said against her neck as he rocked into her, as that hand moved even closer. She squeezed him with all of her strength, and he barely gasped as he moved her hands above her head; every time she would tighten her grip, he would loosen it, caress her palms.
    She had no idea how he was doing it, but he seemed to be everywhere. His hands were soft, his lips were fierce, and his body was moving at a rhythm against her all at once.
    His lips rose from her neck, and one hand left hers and trailed down her arm, her shoulders, her chest. “Don’t think about one thing when you ride; think about nothing, just be. Feel the sensations, dance with the rhythm, give, take.” That hand of his moved back to her thigh, so close to where she wanted him.
    She was trying to hear his words, but her heart was racing; right now, she was thinking too much. Any time before she had told him she was ready, her mind would have been numb at this point, her body would have been running the show, she would have been fighting him for control, they would have rolled off the blanket they were on more than once. But right now, all she could do was focus on his hand as it moved away from her thigh and up to slip beneath her shirt and caress her skin. Every time her legs would loosen, he would move his hand to her thigh to tell her to tighten them again, dare to let the tips of his fingers slide beneath her shorts, brushing the silk of her panties. He did the same with her hands. “Soft hands,” he whispered every time her hand gripped the one he was holding, which was bracing him