Montana Fire (34 page)

“Take it easy for a few days. I’ll send up a wheelchair then you can be on your way.”

“Thank you.”

Because Max’s damaged jeans were been beyond repair, Jamie had asked the female FBI
agent to purchase him a new pair.

Trent slapped his thighs. “I’ll leave you two lovebirds. I need to get back to Rock
Hard. Wanted to be the one to share the good news.”

Max swung his legs over the side of the bed. “Appreciate it.”

Max got dressed, looking almost like his old self.

As soon as the nurse arrived to take Max down, Jamie hustled out to get the car. She
wanted to be waiting by the entrance when he came out. Being outside without worry
was exhilarating, but she couldn’t help but glance around a few times to check for
more black vans.

When she drove up to the entrance, Max was already waiting. He pulled open the driver’s
side door. “I’ll drive.”

The man was crazy. “I’m good.”

“Jamie.”

They only needed to go back to Marie. He’d be good for that long. She slid across
the bench seat.

He closed the door and put the car in gear. “I know you’ll probably ask that we head
back to Rock Hard so you can go to work tomorrow, but how about we take a few days
at the cabin and just enjoy each other. Would you like that?”

Would she ever. “Now that is the best idea you’ve ever had.”

*     *     *

Jamie wouldn’t let him do anything the first two days, and it drove him crazy. Even
when Max had to go outside to get more wood for the stove, she’d fussed. Max had enough.

“Jamie. Please come here.” She was in the kitchen making dinner.

She rushed up to him. “Is something wrong?”

“As a matter of fact, yes.” Her gaze shot straight to his leg. He exaggerated his
limp and sat on the couch. “Can you look at my leg?”

“Of course.” She dropped down next to him.

At least she didn’t insist on helping him off with his boots. Once he divested himself
of those, he slid off his jeans. He had a raging hard-on, and if he didn’t get some
relief soon, he was going to burst. He couldn’t take being around her any longer.
He had to make love with her.

“I have a serious problem.”

She burst out laughing. “So I can see.”

“How about you coming into the bedroom and help me relieve this ache?”

“Only if you let me ride you.”

They discussed that if he was on top, it might put too much pressure on his leg. He
disagreed, but she was the medical professional. “Deal.”

They both stood. To prove he was good as new, he faced her, and lifted her over his
shoulder in a fireman’s hold.

“Max! Put me down. You’ll hurt yourself.”

She didn’t weigh enough to do any damage. “Won’t happen. You’re mine, and I’m going
to prove it to you.”

She giggled. He entered his bedroom and set her down. Just looking at her made his
blood run hot. “I want you naked.”

“Yes, sir.” Her fingers shot to the buttons on her blouse.

He swatted them away. “I meant, I’m going to get you naked. Just stand there.” Max
was ready. He wanted to tear her clothes from her body, but then he’d miss savoring
every inch of her. After opening the front, he slipped the material off her shoulders.
Jamie was delicate, sweet, and divine. “What a shame that bra has to come off, but
if I don’t feast on your tits, I might die.”

“You’re silly.”

He grinned. “We’ll see if what I do feels silly to you.” Max unhooked the back and
lowered the straps an inch at a time. It was like Christmas all over again. “So pretty.”

Jaime drew in a large breath as he lowered his head and licked one nipple then the
other. He alternated between them until her tiny nubs were wet and taut. As much as
he wanted to tease her mercilessly, he needed to taste the rest of her. Max lifted
her up and placed her on the bed. First came her shoes, and then her pants.

Max straddled her and tossed off his shirt. He needed to remove her panties, so he
could drive her crazy.

“You promised.” Jamie scooted back on her elbows. “You said you’d lie down and let
me get on top, remember?”

“I’m not going to hurt my leg. I’ve been walking fine.”

“Max Gruden.” Her attempt at a stern face had him smiling.

“Fine. What the lady wants, the lady shall get. At least temporarily.”

She huffed. Max did as he’d promised. Stretching out his legs, he rolled on his back
and rested his head on his bent arms. “I am now yours. Have at me.”

When she giggled, he completely lost his heart. Again.

*     *     *

Jamie placed her palm on his flat abs and lightly brushed her hand up and down his
faint treasure trail. She loved the peaks and valleys of his hard muscles, along with
the way his hair tickled her hand. The three times they’d made love, they’d been too
desperate to really explore what each other had to offer. This time, she wanted to
touch and lick his delicious body until he burst—well, until he almost burst.

Once up on her knees, she leaned over and dragged her tongue from his belly button
downward. As she neared his erect cock, she diverted the path to the side.

“You missed.”

He was grasping the sheets as if he wanted to touch her. Too bad. She was in control
right now. “Lift up your hips.”

He obeyed, and she dragged down his briefs and tossed them behind her. Her pulse sputtered
at his size. She placed her mouth within a hair’s breath of his skin and blew across
his entire length.

“You’re asking for it, honey.”

Not wanting him to take over because she was teasing him too much, she flicked the
tip of her tongue along the throbbing vein to give him some satisfaction.

“Suck. On. Him.” Max’s plea came out garbled.

He didn’t sound all that upset, but from set of his firmed lips, he was working hard
to hold it together.

“Now look who’s easy.” He was all man, so full of steely resolve. She inhaled deeply,
loving the way he smelled—fresh and minty.

Jamie lifted his cock and placed the mushroom-shaped head in her mouth. Max groaned
the moment her lips touched his skin. He always drove her crazy with his tongue, and
she wanted to repay him.

She eased downward. His fingers plowed through her hair. The deeper she went, the
tighter his hold. With her other hand she pumped her fist at the same time she swirled
her tongue around his length.

“Deeper.”

Jamie wanted to please him. She tried to take in more of him, but she gagged and had
to withdraw. Not one to give up, she inhaled and tried again. This time, she was able
to go farther.

In a flash, she was flat on her back. “Two can play at torturing each other.”

“Your leg!”

“It’s fine. I’m on my stomach. No pressure.”

She supposed since he’d been walking without much of a limp that he could support
himself. Still, she wanted to ride him.

Max spread her legs wide and slid between them. Excitement slickened her. She thought
he’d lick her pussy, but instead he tongued her inner thighs, going over and over
the same spot until the tension grew so high, she dug her nails into his skin.

“Higher.” It had come out as a command, but Max wasn’t the type to follow her request
unless he wanted to.

“Soon.”

He wedged his shoulders between her thighs and opened her pussy lips with his thumbs.
He inhaled deeply. “Love your honeyed scent. I can’t get enough.”

His head dipped, and when he nibbled on the hood of her clit, sparks of need jumped
up her body. Pleasure threatened to tip her over the edge. No way, she’d come first,
but God it was hard not to.

“Kiss me.” She had to draw him away from licking her clit, or she’d go off like a
ten-megaton bomb.

Using his elbows, Max looked like a lion on the prowl as he crawled over her. When
his lips were lined up with hers, he cupped her cheeks and nipped her bottom lip.
That didn’t count as a real kiss, but it twisted her insides and heated her to the
core nonetheless. The man could do things to her body that should be illegal.

Jamie opened her mouth in invitation and he finally obliged. The moment their tongues
touched, they both groaned. She clasped his shoulders then dragged her hands down
his back, loving how his corded muscles flexed and rolled with every movement. Max
was powerful, demanding, and oh, so sexy.

Once they broke from the kiss, she dragged air into her lungs. Max slid lower and
licked her taut nipple. Shimmers of delight rippled over her body, and she arched
her back for more, desiring a bit of pain to feel alive. Max obliged by nabbing the
engorged tip between his teeth and tugging with the right amount of pressure. Heaven.
But with heaven, came that ever-nearing orgasm.

“Yes!”
Don’t come
.
Not yet.

He slid his hand down her body and pressed a finger into her wet opening. Oh, my God.
She let out a gurgled response. Her pussy walls were slightly swollen, making his
touch a powerful aphrodisiac.

When he curled his finger and hit her sweet spot, Jamie lost it. Her climax slammed
into her so hard, she bucked and gasped for breath. Her fingers dug into his scalp
and she let out a cry as waves of ecstasy slammed into her. Her vision turned dark.
When she was with Max, she was weak, unable to keep her emotions from overflowing.

Max rolled off her. She didn’t dare open her eyes, not wanting to see any disappointment
on his face. The drawer slid open and foil ripped. She tore open her eyes, and when
Max met her gaze, he grinned.

“I can’t help myself. I have to have you.”

Jamie sat up and held out her hand. “My turn.”

Indecision crossed her face. “Be quick.”

“Very quick. Please get on your back.” He had promised.

Max grinned and assumed the position. She hadn’t been sure he would let her take the
lead. Using her teeth, she finally got the damned foil package opened. She placed
the condom on tip on his cock and eased it forward. She took her time, wanting to
keep the sides even. This was harder than it looked.

When he was properly sheathed, she sat back on her haunches. “Done.”

“Ride me, lady. Ride me as hard as you want.”

Those words were music to her ears. Before she obeyed, she kissed him with all the
pent up passion in her body. Max was everything she wanted. She pretended tomorrow
didn’t exist. Their breaths mingled and she knew their hearts did, too.

She was on her knees in a flash, straddling him, her legs wide. His cock was pressing
hard on her slit, causing the anticipation to grow. He raised his hips as if he were
begging her to begin. Jamie couldn’t wait any longer. She lifted up, grabbed hold
of his meaty shaft, and aimed her pussy over him. This was so exciting. She’d never
ridden a man before. Having this much control was heady.

The tip of his cock touched her opening and her juices flowed around him. Knowing
she couldn’t take all of him in one shot, she eased down. His girth stretched her
so wide, she had to gulp in more air.

Planting her hands on his chest, she rose up again only to lower once more. This time,
she clamped down on his cock. Max’s eyes widened.
Aha!
The problem with too much teasing was that he might explode before she was ready.

She planned to take her time, but he had the nerve to tweak both of her nipples at
the same time, twirling, and pressing on them hard. The ache grew and grew until a
bolt of electricity shot down to her clit and ignited her.

“Ah, ah, ah.” Jamie didn’t want to come. Not yet. She had to hold on.

He let go of her swollen crests and rubbed them, soothing her raging libido. No words
were needed. His touch was all she required.

When she lifted once more, Max grabbed her hips, held her still, and drove up into
her. No one could withstand that kind of torture. She let out a scream as her orgasm
swept in and dragged her into the lustful world of ecstasy.

Max’s eyes closed and his mouth opened. His dick swelled and throbbed, and then heat
shot out like a cannonball. Her heartbeat flooded her ears, blocking out all noise.
He held her tight for what seemed like forever then gently lifted her off to the side.

Like a limp doll, she lay there, unable to think. The mattress dipped and feet sounded
on the floor. She wanted to look at his retreating ass, but she didn’t have the strength.
Max returned with a warm towel and cleaned her up.

Damn. She should have been the one to get up.

Faint evening light flooded the room, and all she wanted to do was sleep, but she
had to finish making dinner.

She could get used to this life. Given how fast Max had mended, she suspected they’d
be leaving tomorrow, getting back to their old lives of work, work, work. The big
question was where did she fit in his life?

Chapter Twenty-Eight