Free Wilde Fire by Kat Austen Page A

of the couch, still sucking on his finger like I was going to suck his cock right after this.
    His pace picked up, until his hips were slamming against me, his balls slapping at my anus as his cock drove inside of me. “I’ll give it to you as hard as you want.” Giving my nipple one last bite, he leaned back from my body, grabbed hold of my hips with both hands, and drilled into me so deeply, I could feel the tip of his cock against my belly button. “Now come for me, baby. I want to feel you pulsing around me. I want that tight little virgin pussy to make my cock feel so damn good he’s going to want to bury himself inside of you again two minutes from now.”
    My back arched when his thumb just barely touched my clit, and then I was coming. Hard. My whole body went rigid from the sensation pulsing from my sex. Jake kept driving into me, his own body starting to go rigid as my cunt clamped down on him.
    “That’s it, Bree. That’s it. Fuck me just like that, baby. Make me come.”
    My orgasm kept surging, longer than I’d ever felt before, waiting for him to join me. When he went rigid above me, the vein running down his forehead popping through his skin, I knew he was on top of his.
    “Yes, Jake. Give it to me.” My pussy pulsed around him, milking him dry. He drove himself inside of me one last time with a powerful thrust, and then he collapsed on top of me.
    He was still hard inside of me. Still ready. Still soaking me with his seed. My sex was still tightened around him, holding him inside.
    My nipples felt raw. My pussy felt sore. The rest of my body felt spent and exhausted. Still, I was already planning on burying my head between his legs and sucking him off, swallowing him, after I’d caught my breath. I couldn’t get enough of Jake Wilde. I never could. Now that he was mine, I could do whatever I wanted to him, whenever I wanted to.
    I had a lot of time to make up for.
    “Thank you for waiting twenty-three years for me to figure out my shit.” Jake turned his head so it was resting on top of my breasts. His hair was damp with sweat, the rest of his body coated in the same.
    My protector. My friend. The boy I’d had a crush on. The man I’d fallen in love with.
    Mine.
    I wrapped my shaking arms around him. “I would have waited twenty-three more.”
    I felt his laugh vibrate against me. “I’m glad you didn’t have to.”
    I kissed the top of his head and focused on the way my body seemed to melt into his. “Me too.”

 
     
     

     
     
    “IN YOUR OWN words, Mr. Wilde, just what exactly is an underwater welder?”
    I smiled at the cup of coffee I was clutching. I’d just finished a full day working on a ship at the pier, and the Puget Sound in November was fucking cold, no matter how decent a dry suit a person had.
    “An underwater welder is pretty much a more badass version of Poseidon.”
    Across the table in the coffee shop we were at that overlooked the Sound, Bree took a sip of her coffee. She ordered her coffee like she was giving a dissertation or something, almond milk, exact temperature, et cetera—she’d fit right in here in Seattle.
    I wouldn’t have minded either. I would have loved it if she decided to pack her bags and move across the country to live with me in the extended stay hotel I was at. But in the spring, I’d be back up in Alaska to get geared up for fire season. My lifestyle made commitment a difficult thing. Roaming from wild place to wild place, earning my paychecks dangerous job to even more dangerous job.
    Her lifestyle made commitment challenging too. Since wrapping up her time in Alaska with us smokejumpers, she’d been sent to four other places on the map. She might have had one home base in New York, but she was away from it as much as she was there.
    For two people whose lives made commitment a next-to-impossible thing, we’d sure figured out a way to make it work.
    Because, like Banks had told me that one day last summer, this was true fucking