Hell, Fire & Freedom (Fighting for Freedom) (21 page)

“That depends on what you’re cooking,” he says.

“I told Marie to pick something before I came in to work. Could be great, could be terrible. I make no guarantees there,” I say, throwing my hands in the air.

“I guess I’ll take my chances. I know dessert will be delicious regardless,” Blaze says, seductively licking his lips. I feel my cheeks heat up and my core clench in anticipation.

“All right beautiful, I have to get going, but I’ll be by at five,” he says, rising from his chair. He leans down and gives me a quick kiss on the lips.

“See you tonight,” I breathe, before he turns and leaves.

I look around, feeling like I’m completely naked at work, and everyone must know what we’ve been talking about, but that can’t be true. That is, until my eyes meet Wren’s. She flashes me an all-knowing grin, and I cringe. This is going to be an interesting afternoon.

~

“Do you think he’ll want the mild sauce or the hot sauce?” Marie asks, cutting up the homemade chicken fingers we just finished frying in our pan.

“I have no idea, I’m thinking hot, though?” I guess, cutting up the tomatoes. He
is
hot, so it would only make sense, right?

Marie and I have been making buffalo chicken wraps since we got home. We made them once before, and they were delicious, so we’re hoping for the same result this time. We shake the chicken with the hot sauce and pour them into the wraps with tomato, lettuce, and shredded cheddar cheese. Marie pours ranch dressing onto hers. I manage to plate the wraps with some Mexican rice before I hear the buzzer.

“Hello?” I say, pushing the intercom on the buzzer.

“It’s Blaze,” I hear back over the line. I hit the button that opens the doors for him downstairs.

Marie and I tidy up some of the supper mess until we hear a knock on the door.

“Hey,” I greet, opening the door.

“Hey beautiful,” he says, bending to give me a quick kiss on the lips.

“Wow, smells incredible. It must be Marie cooking?” he teases.

“Watch it, or you’ll be right back out that door. It’s actually done, too, so you’re just in time,” I say, leading him over to the island.

“Hey Marie, what did you think of Wintersleep?” he asks.

“They were great; I didn’t get through all of their albums though. You’ve got a million songs on there,” she says. “Here, I’ll go grab it for you.”

“No, sit down. I was actually going to see if you just wanted to keep it. I’ll bring the cord over later to hook up to the computer so you can add more music if you want. I picked up one of the new generations tonight,” he says casually.

“No, no, no,” Marie says, shaking her head. “Thank you, but really, that’s too much.”

“No, really, the one you have now is practically full. I needed something with more space on it. Believe me, you’re getting the bad end of the deal here. The new generation is sa-weeet,” he says excitedly.

“Really?” Marie asks, clearly astonished. I watch the two interact with a huge smile on my face, knowing he just made her day.

“Really. You’re doing me a favor, it gave me an excuse to finally buy this one,” he says, pulling it out of his pocket. “I’ve got nine thousand songs on it already,” he says with a laugh.

“Wow, thanks Blaze.”

I grab the plates from the counter and serve Marie and Blaze, placing a plate where I plan on sitting, as well. “Drinks anyone?”

“Water,” Marie says.

“I’ll have the same.”

I grab three glasses and pour the water before handing them out and taking my seat.

“This looks great. Thanks girls,” Blaze says.

“No problem. Brynn says you’re a great cook, too,” Marie says a little shyly. He takes a bite, clearly enjoying it.

“Not as good as you,” he laughs, “but I try.”

They continue talking back and forth casually, mostly about swimming. I join in once in a while, but for the most part, I just enjoy the interaction between them. If I plan on getting really serious with Blaze, which it feels like we’re headed in that direction, then I need to make sure they will get along well. No man will ever come between my sister and me again.

The time passes quickly, and soon it’s time for Marie to leave for her swim practice. She gathers her bags and puts her shoes on by the front door.

“Is your friend coming to get you?” Blaze asks Marie.

“No, I’m just going to walk up today,” she says, throwing her purple swim bag over her shoulder.

“No, it’s getting late. I’ve got my bike here, let me drive you,” he offers.

“Bike as in bicycle?” she snorts.

“No!” he says, mocking offense, “as in Harley.”

Marie’s eyes grow wide. “No way! That’s awesome! Brynn would never let me, though,” she says, sounding disappointed.

You got that right, sister, too dangerous
.

“You mean the same sister that was on the back of the same bike not long ago?” he teases.

“Blaze!” I scold, looking to Marie who’s now wearing a shit-eating grin.

“Come on, I’ve got an extra helmet.”

“Can I?” Marie asks excitedly.

“Well, I guess I’d be a hypocrite if I said no. Thanks for that, by the way,” I say, giving Blaze an evil glare.

The two of them head out the door excitedly, and it’s not until they’re gone for a minute that I realize I just trusted Marie’s life in another person’s hands. I left her alone with a man. I should feel absolutely terrified, but instead I’m calm. I trust Blaze completely, with my life, and with hers. I never thought that I could feel this way about another human being, let alone a man, but here I am.

I smile to myself before remembering that he
will
be returning, and that he had very clear instructions as to what I should be wearing. I have a mini panic attack before rushing into the bathroom and finding my required outfit for the night. I undress, noticing the dark bruising still covering my abdomen. I cringe, and pray he doesn’t notice and think up a quick lie in case he does. It’s too late to tell anyone about Carl, even if I wanted to. I quickly slip the nightie on and brush my teeth, wondering how much longer before he comes back.

What if he was joking last night? What am I thinking? I can’t do this; if he wants me in it, he can ask me to put it on. I start to walk back into my room, thinking I can just change into something more comfortable. I close the curtains, making the room pitch black before starting to pull the nightie off.

Too late. I hear a knock at the door. Someone must have let him in.

Shit, there’s no way I’ll be able to change now. I start hyperventilating and quickly try and calm myself. Once I have it under control, I walk over and open the door, hiding myself behind it as Blaze walks in. I close the door, and try to run back to my room quickly while he takes off his shoes, hoping he won’t even notice.

“Whoa, where do you think you’re going?” he calls out, catching me around the waist.

“Just going to change quickly,” I mumble, embarrassed.

“No changing, but I will volunteer to help you out of it, that is, after I enjoy the view,” he says, spinning me around and drinking me in. “Fuck, Brynn, absolutely incredible. Better than I pictured in my mind last night,” he breathes into my ear.

I bite down on my lip, hard, and look away from him, feeling incredibly under dressed. He looks me over from head to toe, slowly, and I swear every inch of my body blushes. I come to the decision that we need to at least be on more common ground. I grab ahold of the top button on his blue and green striped dress shirt and start undoing them at a leisurely pace, working my way down.

“What are you doing there, beautiful?” Blaze drawls.

“Trying to make this a little more fair …” I say, undoing the last button and revealing the tanned, toned flesh underneath. I run my fingers across his chest, feeling his warm skin, and his heart beating fiercely underneath.

“Fuck, baby,” he says, as I pull his shirt over his shoulders and slide it off his arms.

The view is absolutely spectacular, and I take a step back to admire just that. Every inch of his torso and arms are toned to perfection—not in an incredibly menacing and overpowering way—more in a way that sends a rush of liquid between my thighs. I bite my lip again and let out an involuntary, “Mmm.”

Blaze doesn’t waste any time after that. His mouth comes crashing down on mine with an almost brutal need, his tongue teasing and sliding it’s way in and out of my mouth. I push myself against him, needing to feel every bit of the warmth he has to offer. My hands explore his huge arms, while he backs me into my bedroom, never breaking contact with my mouth. I close the door, so all that’s visible is our shadows.

His hands slip to the bottom of my nightie and in one swift movement, he pulls it over my head. “So fucking hot,” he says, running his hands down the side of my breasts and over my hips.

I place my finger down the front of his jeans, teasing. He’s straining against them, dying to get out, and I want to give him that release. I kiss the side of his neck and trail kisses down past his chest. I sink down to my knees, continuing to kiss his stomach and the thin line of hair dipping down into his pants. I have an intense desire to taste his skin, so I take my tongue and lick the edge of his pants, all the way across his abdomen. Absolutely delicious.

Blaze lets out an intensely primal growl, and throws me down on the bed. He brings his mouth down on my nipple and sucks in hungrily, before gently nibbling and licking. He brings his other hand up and starts teasing my other breast with his thumb. I moan in pleasure, arching my back toward him.

He slowly, and I mean excruciatingly slowly, starts licking his way down from my breast, through my navel and to the edge of my panties. He grabs ahold of them with a finger and his teeth, ripping through the lace. I gasp in shock, but it doesn’t seem to faze him at all, since he does it again with the other leg before pulling them off of me completely and tossing them across the room.

“Fucking beautiful, and so ready for me,” he breathes, before gently licking my slit.

“More,” I cry out, lifting my hips to give him access.

He pulls back and gives me a sly look before moving his head down to my knees and trailing kisses slowly from there to the top of my thighs.

“No,” I cry out, wondering how in the hell he mistook more, for kissing anywhere but where I absolutely need him to be. I throw my head back on my pillow and cry out in frustration as he takes his sweet time climbing back to my core.

“Tell me what you want, Brynn,” Blaze says huskily.

“You know what I want,” I pant, lifting myself for the taking again. All I feel is his hot breath hovering over me. Fucking hell! Just do it already.

“Brynn, tell me what you want.”

“I want you!” I cry out.

“How do you want me Brynn?”

“I want you to taste me, Blaze. I want you to lick me and touch me. I want you to make me come, I want you inside of me, I want all of you,” I say, without any inhibitions.

Before I can finish speaking, his tongue is inside of me, his fingers working my clit, and I feel it start to build quickly this time. I’m two seconds away from jumping off the edge when he switches, entering two fingers inside of me and sucking on my clit. I cry out in ecstasy as an intense orgasm rips through my body. My body pulses around his fingers.

“My baby is so fucking hot,” Blaze says huskily.

He undoes his jeans, slipping them down over his ankles with his socks. All that’s left covering him is a black, or at least dark—it’s hard to see—pair of boxer briefs that are currently leaving nothing to the imagination as his huge cock throbs out the top, desperate for my touch.

I wiggle my way out from underneath him, pushing him down on the bed before divesting him of his underwear. I look back up at his hard straining cock, tip glistening, before leaning down and sucking on the tip, tasting his salty pre-cum. I moan, letting the vibrations reverberate through him.

“Fuck, Brynn,” he cries out, grabbing onto my hair, and guiding my head lower onto his cock. I take as much as I can fit of him into my mouth, and begin to move up and down, stopping only to leisurely lick from the base to the tip. I feel him start to throb, but instead of coming, he pulls me off of him, and throws me back down on the bed. He reaches down, pulling a condom from his pants pocket and hastily sheathes himself.

He enters me slowly, stretching every muscle inside of me. I bite my lip as pleasure ripples through my body.

“Are you all right, beautiful?” he asks, sweat beading on his forehead.

“Perfect,” I say, stroking his cheek.

That seems to be all he needs. His mouth crashes down on mine again, and he starts moving inside of me, gently at first as I stretch to accommodate him, then faster and harder. He sits back up, lifting my legs in the air and holding my hips as he slams into my sex over and over again. The intensity is incredible, and I come again, crying out my release, feeling every muscle clench as I squeeze Blaze’s cock.

He continues pounding into me over and over, bringing his thumb to my clit and swirling it around deliciously. I feel it start to build inside of me again and cry out his name, “Blaze!”

This seems to send him over the edge, and his movements quicken before I feel him shudder and shoot his release into me as I come again.

He collapses on top of me, keeping the connection between us as we lay panting, absolutely spent.

“That was …” I start.

“Fucking incredible, Brynn. Beautiful.”

I smile to myself, realizing I just had consensual sex for the first time in my life. I also just came three times. Not bad!

Blaze rolls off me, disposing of the condom before climbing back in bed and pulling my back against his chest so we’re spooning. I feel his hot breath against the back of my neck, and I relax, allowing myself to drift off to sleep.

Chapter 16

I wake up on Friday morning, not sure if I’m happy or sad that it’s my birthday. Nobody truly likes getting older, but it is nice to have a day to feel special. I’m sure Marie doesn’t remember when it is, and I haven’t exactly told anyone exactly when it is either.