Firestorm (Missoula Smokejumpers Book 4)
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
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Firestorm
Missoula Smokejumpers Book Four
Piper Stone
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Chapter 12
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She cupped both sides of his face, leaning into him as she pressed her lips against his then his chin, her hot breath skipping along his skin.
Her simple touch, the way she was open and so gentle was breathtaking. His heart continued to race as she licked across the seam of his mouth. He was so used to being in control, taking what he wanted without reservation or any question. This was amazing, scintillating in such an unexpected manner.
As she licked down the side of his neck, she began to unbutton his shirt, peeling back the edges until she placed the flats of her hands on his chest. She continued to kiss and lick, her lips moving back and forth until she reached his nipple.
Riker tilted his head back, savoring the way she bit down, creating a hint of pain until his cock was pinching in his zipper. Fisting her hair, he kept her head in place as she dragged her mouth to his other nipple, licking in lazy circles. His breathing ragged, he rubbed his other hand down her arm and back until he could take no more. Pulling her head away, he growled then yanked at her shirt, tugging the edges from her jeans.
“Oh…” The sound almost inaudible, she slid her hands down to his waist then moved them to her shirt, pulling the material up and over her head.
Cupping both breasts, he rubbed his fingers back and forth across her already hardened nipples, enjoying the way they felt through her lace bra. Grunting, he lowered his head as he slid his arm around her waist, dipping her into a deep arch. He mouthed her neck, sucking on her skin as he dipped his fingers past the thin edge, fingering her nipple. He could tell she was wet, the scent of her feminine wiles wafting between them.
She clung to him, her fingers tight as she gripped his arms, her body swaying forward and backward. “God.”
He moved his mouth down to the cleft of her breasts, licking up and down before using his teeth to pull away the unwanted material and exposing her nipple. He dragged his tongue around several times before taking the tender flesh into his mouth, sucking, nipping.
“Oh… my…” Easing her hand down the length of his chest, she rubbed her fingers across his groin, moving back and forth in slow and even motions.
Yanking the material, he heard a ripping sound and issued another low-slung growl then pulled her up as he reached for the clasp on her bra. As he eased the straps down, he shook his head, admiring every inch of her exquisite beauty. She was perfect.
Biting her lower lip, she fumbled to unbuckle his belt, fingering the leather as she gave him a heated look. “Mmm… A thick strap.”
“You enjoy discipline?”
“Yes.”
The single word sent another rush of raw desire, a different and very commanding longing. When she unzipped his jeans, freeing his dick, he sucked in his breath. “Be careful what you ask for.”
She slid her hand underneath his cock, rubbing his already swollen balls between her fingers. Then she wrapped her hand around his shaft, pumping the base as she pushed his shirt off one shoulder. “I’m asking.”
He hissed as he yanked at his shirt, dragging it off and tossing it. There was no turning back, no way he could stop what was about to happen. As she squeezed the tip of his cock, using just enough pressure he moaned, he pushed her away, the dark and demanding side taking over. “I want to see all of you. Every inch.” After removing his boots, he stood with his arms crossed, the expression commanding.
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Chapter 1
Extended Attack: Work done after the initial effort has failed to stop a fire
Firestorm: A mass configuration of fire, a blow up
Spot Fire: Fire started outside the main fire area by flying sparks or embers
Zulies: Missoula Smokejumpers
“And the award goes to…”
“You’re a shoo-in,” he whispered as he nuzzled
against Trinity’s neck, blowing hot air from his pursed lips.
Trinity Hargrove shifted in her seat, glowering at the stunning actor grandstanding on the stage. Christopher Walker was a mainstay in Hollywood, a man considered the best in the business. He was also a womanizing pig. She wasn’t entirely certain she cared whether she won the Film Actor’s award, but her entire management team certainly did. They were banking on a best win to booster the upcoming movie contracts, pushing her into the ‘upper echelon of actors’ as her agent had mentioned at least five times.
“Trinity Hargrove for Dark Accusations!”
The audience roared, clapping as they rose to their feet.
Trinity was well aware that every camera was panned in her direction, capturing her reaction at the glorious win. She plastered on her practiced smile and rose to her feet.
“I knew you could finally do it, babe.”
As her pseudo boyfriend wrapped his hand around her wrist, squeezing in a not so gentle reminder that she belonged to him, she had to resist issuing a nasty retort. Chance Reynolds was a catch, according to every tabloid magazine in the entire world. For her? She wanted nothing to do with his nasty attitude and dominating demeanor. Still, she played her part well, cooing as she blew him a kiss.
As the various well-wishers, other actors who would just as soon rip out her eyes as issue any happy congratulations, hovered in the aisles, she hiked up her long dress. Waving, she headed for the stage, cognizant to hold her breath, keep her stomach in and resist fidgeting with her hair. The entire night was fake, yet perfunctory for the majority of them. They were here to swoon, wave to the enlarged crowds and pretend as if they cared about their fans.
Almost none of them did.
She kept the smile, the look of adoration as she walked onto the stage.
“Here you are, my dear. Congratulations.” After handing her the statue, Christopher leaned over, whispering in her ear, “How about we grab some champagne later? Very much alone?”
Her look wasn’t caught by anyone but the masterful playboy, but he knew the ‘don’t fuck with me’ expression well enough and took two steps back. The night was young. He’d try again. She stepped in front of the microphone, holding the gilded award close to her breasts. She’d been trained well and caught the various moguls in their seats, locking eyes and nodding.
At least a few of them would call her agent by the end of the week. When the clapping died down, she changed to a serious look, one befitting the movie, a brutal look at a serial rapist.
“Thank you so much for this prestigious award. I can’t tell you how thrilled I am to receive such amazing recognition for work amongst some brilliant actors. I applaud all of you for your achievements.” She began to clap, finding the other women in the audience. Three of the four were none too happy to be idolized, their faces captured at that moment. What did she care? Play the part. The mantra of the last few years.
“In this business, there are only a few movies that manage to capture your very soul, dragging you into the part until you become one with the person portrayed. Dark Accusations is that movie, a terrifying look into the mind of a monster.”
Trinity continued the speech for another minute before she caught Chance’s yawn. The acceptance speech had gone on too long. How the fuck dare he? Still, the signal was all she needed. “Again, thank you to everyone involved and my heartfelt gratitude toward my agent, Marvin Huddles. Without his love and support, I would never have come this far.”
She was led off the stage and into the wings. Once free of the cameras, she exhaled and shook her head. There would be some commentary tomorrow on the national news regarding her lack of happy words for poor, old, Chance. What a shame. She rolled her eyes and grabbed a cup of water before walking down the second set of stairs and back to her seat. Thank God, there was only one award left.
Then the parties would begin.
To say she loathed the festivities was an understatement and a reflection she kept to herself. She’d come a long way in the film industry and enjoyed the perks of money and fame, but she’d grown weary of the bullshit. She slid back into her seat, mindful of several sets of eyes watching her every move. A slight chill trickled down her spine. She would bet he was watching her, the freak who’d been following her around for over a year.
“You looked okay up there. Next time, you’ll follow my advice. Green is not your color,” Chance said, the tone harsh.
The words dragged her back into reality. She’d had enough of his condescending attitude, his demands and his constant needs. The man took prima donna to an entirely new level. This was a perfect night to end the relationship. Seething, she said nothing as the next award was given out, acting appropriately for the win and waiting until the cameras stopped rolling before launching out of her seat.
Chance grabbed her arm, pulling her back. “We have a party to go to. Remember?”
“I remember. I’m just not going,” she retorted, clawing her way toward the aisle.
He yanked her until her back hit his chest. “You’re going because I say you are. Don’t make a scene or you know what will happen.”
Trinity controlled her breathing and waved at the recently named glamor couple of the year. They certainly seemed happy. Then again, looks were entirely deceiving.
“I have a limo waiting for us,” he whispered and wrapped his arms around her.
“Fine. I’ll go but I don’t want to stay long.”
“We’ll leave when I decide.”
How in the hell had she managed to find a man she considered ‘asshole’ of the year? Oh yeah, the initial date set up by her agent. She shuddered as she thought about how green she’d been even three years before. An ingénue with a hot body and a sharp mind. The statement had haunted her from every director to producer. She’d all but decided that this life, this ridiculous world of make believe, wasn’t what she wanted any longer.
Now, she just had to tell the powers that be. Walking away wouldn’t be easy, especially with the fact she’d been exploited in every manner possible.
As Chance led her out of the auditorium, she searched the screaming crowd for any sign of the jerk. A single reporter, paparazzi had made her life miserable. The man was hell bent on making her life an open book by inventing secrets. Unfortunately, he hadn’t crossed any lines. None. There was nothing she could do but endure his wrath.
“Here we go. Wave so you don’t look like such a bitch,” Chance directed, as he led her down the sidewalk and toward a gleaming black limo.
“You’re hurting me,” she hissed through clenched teeth, yet she resisted jerking away from him. Any additional bad press and she’d find a brand spanking new label slapped on her resume. Difficult to worth with. The crowd followed her, taking photographs as they breeched the barriers, coming closer. Heat rose from her chest, creeping up both cheeks as claustrophobia set in, driving her heart rate to an uncomfortable level. She could see the various news stations were well represented as microphones were stuck in her face. “Get me out of here.”
“Wait,” Chance grinned then waved to the fans. “You have to do this. Jesus.”
Trinity stood still, her knees locked. She couldn’t panic. Not now.
“Ms. Hargrove. Just one picture.”
“Ms. Hargrove, what can you tell us about your next film?”
“Trinity, what are your plans for the future?”
The questions came fast and furious. Yes, she was trained to answer. Yes, she could give them everything they wanted, but tonight she was full of anger. The recent photographs had kept her on edge.
She managed to hold up her hand and took a step away from Chance’s controlling hold. “I have several pictures in the works. You’ll be the first to know about them after the contracts are signed.” She gave her signature laugh.
“What about your next leading man?”
The question was sweet and came from a fan. Trinity winked as she inched even closer. “Now that, you’re just going to have
to wait and find out. I can tell you that he’s hot, and not just on the big screen.” The answer garnered her enough laughs and smiles that she started to move back toward the limo and out of the limelight.
“Ms. Hargrove. What can you tell me about the young woman you destroyed four years ago?”
The question seemed to echo, the words elongated and lingering in the now hushed crowd. She knew the voice, the scratchy baritone coming from the single man that was trying to derail her career, her life. Without thinking, she turned in his direction and took two purposeful steps toward him, her mind reeling as she noticed his wry grin. She’d had enough.
“I have one thing to say to you. Get. Out. Of. My. Life.”
Wham!
“What in the hell is wrong with you?” Chance railed, his face beet red.
“Just let me alone. Okay?” Trinity grabbed the glass of wine, walking away from him and into her living room. The floor to ceiling window gave her an incredible view of the ocean, a view she’d paid through the ass to secure. She could hear his heavy footsteps behind her. Another confrontation she wasn’t in the mood for.
Chance stopped a few feet behind her. “You got your wish. We’re home. You can relax. You can crawl under the sheets, your normal response.”
She wanted to rip out his throat. “Relax? That’s not going to happen.” A chill remained, sliding into every muscle. What in the hell was the bastard after?
Using a single finger, he rubbed from her shoulder all the way down her arm. “At least we can get cozy. I’ve missed you.” He wrapped his arm around her, sliding his hand past the bodice of her dress. Cupping and squeezing her breast, he rubbed her nipple between his fingers. “A great deal.”