Free Flame (Fire on the Mountain #2) by Erin Noelle Page B

there, you’re gonna need to crawl your pretty lil self up on this table. If you’d listened instead of running off, you might have heard the deal.”
    Chewing the corner of her bottom lip, she glances over at her friend, probably hoping for some sort of guidance. There’s no question she’s going to be naked in my bed sooner rather than later, so her decision isn’t truly about the body shot. No, this little pain in the ass wants to set a precedent. She wants to be the one in control.
    She’s not.
    “What do you think, Emmy Sue?” I ask the question for her. “This a good idea Dakota and I came up with? Every time during the entire trip that we load up for a new city, the first one in is the body base, and the last one in takes the shot. No exceptions.”
    Emmy Sue’s face lights up at the prospects of this little game, the little freak in her dying to come out and play, and I know I have her vote. “I think it sounds . . . intriguing .” Licking her lips, she waggles her eyebrows suggestively at Gunner. “You in, babe?”
    “Hell yeah, I’m in!” Gunner is a red-blooded male on a bus with his hot-ass wife and her sexy friend. Of course he’s in . . . even if it means he and I have to struggle through a couple of body shots off each other throughout the trek. We’ve shared a girl in bed more than once before, so we’re confident enough in our hetero-masculinity around each other.
    Standing up from the chair, Dakota doesn’t say a word as she hands me the bottle and climbs up on the table, lying flat on her back. She gathers her long blonde waves over one shoulder and exhales a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with the action. My cock swells as I watch.
    Fuck yes!
    Not wanting to gloat too long in my win, I swiftly grab a lime from the fridge and cut it into wedges then fill a small clear glass with the clear liquor. As I spin back around, I catch a glimpse of our eager, wide-eyed audience of two before fixing my attention back on the beauty laid out before me.
    “So how’s this gonna go, Hulk? Do you need—?”
    I shove a lime wedge into her mouth midsentence, effectively shutting her up. Then, I wink at her. Her blue eyes flare with a mixture of lust and defiance.
    “I’ll tell you exactly how it’s gonna go. First, we’re pretending that lime I just put between your teeth is a gag, which will hopefully keep your smart mouth quiet long enough for me to do this.” Pausing, I grab the salt off the counter then push the bottom hem of her shirt up to expose her flat, tanned stomach, cute little belly ring and all. It took every ounce of restraint not to jump the gun and run my tongue along it.
    “Next, I’m going to lick some of this salt off your stomach before I swallow down that shot right there, suck the juice out of that fruit in your mouth, and then carry your sweet ass to my bed and do what I should’ve done four days ago. How does that sound, Sunshine?”
    Whimpering, she inhales a deep breath through her nose then blows it out through her mouth. Her legs rub together like she can feel me there already. Unable to talk, she raises her brows, pins her gaze on me, and silently asks, Whatcha waitin’ for, Hulk?
    Absolutely nothing.
    Less than ten seconds later, the coarse salt granules grate over my taste buds, the warm, spicy tequila splashes against the back of my throat, and my lips slant over Dakota’s as I drink the tangy lime juice from her mouth. Then, as promised, I slide my hands under her thin frame as I hoist her in the air and march to the back of the bus, not giving a fuck about the two people we’re leaving behind. I’ve got important shit to take care of . . . her.
    Desire burns bright in her eyes when I toss her on the queen-sized mattress in the middle of the small but functional room I call home on the bus. My dick is so fucking hard I’m honestly not sure how my jeans are containing it at this point. This girl’s got me twisted up like a teenager.
    Yanking my