Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 59146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
I stopped the recording and opened my messenger app. I tapped in his number, attached the video, then sent it to him. Tossing my phone to Knight, I turned and left.
Inferno followed me as I stormed back through the warehouse and up to our apartment. His hand found the small of my back as we climbed the stairs, and I trembled beneath his touch. I was scared and angry, and I needed to lose myself in him. Just for a little while.
Once we got inside the apartment, the door hadn’t closed behind us before I had my hands in his hair, pulling him down to my mouth. I kissed him hard and claiming and entirely on my terms. His surprise didn’t last long before he caught up. He found my waist and lifted me against the wall beside the door. I automatically wrapped my legs around his waist.
“Juniper.” My name in his mouth was half warning, half prayer.
“I need you.” I bit his lower lip, not gently. “Need you so much!”
I tugged his shirt up his chest. He lifted his arms so I could pull the material over his head before tossing it away. I found his neck with my mouth and sucked. He grunted, already hard against my stomach. His cock strained against his jeans, and the sound he made when I palmed him through the denim was animalistic.
I got his belt open. Got his jeans down his hips. His cock sprang free, thick and hot in my hand, and I stroked him once, twice, watching his face go tight with the effort of holding back.
“Bed,” I said. Not asking.
He carried me through the apartment to the bed. Then he dropped me onto the mattress before following me down. He snagged the waist of my jeans as I unfastened them, then yanked them and my panties off my hips. Both garments slid easily from my legs for him to toss to the floor. When he settled on top of me, his weight felt so right, even as he braced on his forearms. His kiss was hungry yet soft and passionate. I reached between us to find his cock and guided him to my entrance.
“Fuck me, Jonah. The way I need to be fucked. Right now.”
He pushed inside in one long, burning stroke, and I arched beneath him, digging my nails into his shoulders, a scream tearing from my throat as he filled my pussy so perfectly. He stretched me, owning me in every way that mattered.
He didn’t hold back, each thrust driving the ghost of Brett Calloway out my mind. I wrapped my legs around Inferno’s hips and took his cock, demanding more as I dug my heels into the small of his back, pulling him deeper.
“Harder,” I gasped. “God, harder, Jonah --”
He growled my name against my throat and obeyed. The headboard hit the wall. The mattress springs sang. I came with his cock buried to the hilt and his teeth on my shoulder, my pussy clenching around his dick in waves that didn’t seem to end, and he followed me over, spilling his cum inside me with a groan that I felt through my whole body.
We lay tangled afterward, sweat-damp and breathing hard, his weight a warm anchor across my chest. His face was buried in my neck, his breath hot against my pulse. I tunneled my fingers through his hair, feeling the silky texture slide through my grasp.
The room was dark except for the strip of light under the blinds, painting a gold line across the floor. I didn’t know what came next. Didn’t need to. Whatever move Brett made now, he would make it knowing which side I’d chosen and the ground beneath his feet had shifted.
Inferno’s arm tightened around my waist. His lips brushed my temple, once, soft. “We’ll figure it out,” he murmured against my skin. “Everything will be OK, Juniper. I won’t let it be anything else.”
I believed him. With all my heart, I believed in Jonah “Inferno” Sherman.
Chapter Fifteen
Inferno
Danner picked a little restaurant parking lot off I-40 in the middle of a Tuesday. Place had the best Black & Bleu burger known to man and I know that’s why the bastard wanted to meet there. I hated bleu cheese.
After we’d given our orders, he sat there with his sensible black coffee and a stack of paperwork that looked like it would give me a migraine. Danner had a cop’s patience and a fireman’s tolerance for bullshit -- which was to say none -- so it surprised me he’d brought so much with him. Normally, he’d have brought in the summary and left the rest in his vehicle.
I slid into the seat across from him. Danner didn’t look up as he tapped the file folder with two fingers, then pushed it across the table between us. “Pulled it from the paper archives,” Danner said. “Figured you want to see it all as it was written.” When he finally looked at me, his gaze lingered on mine for a beat. “You told me you’d know it when you saw it.”