Inferno (Missoula Smokejumpers Book 7)
Inferno
Missoula Smokejumpers Book Seven
Piper Stone
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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
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
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Dedicated to the men and women firefighters
and smokejumpers who risk their lives every day
to keep us safe.
They are our true heroes…
A huge thank you to all the readers who’ve come on this amazing journey of men and women who fight to keep our forests and towns safe.
Chapter 1
Big Ernie: The smokejumper god. A deity with a rather twisted sense of humor
On Final: The final flight path before jumpers jump
Situation Report: Daily report of current fires, personnel assigned and resource allocations
Zulies: Missoula Smokejumpers
April 2018
“Tell me your kinkiest fantasy.” Her tone was soft, velvety, the kind of voice a man could listen to for days.
Antonio Giovanni almost knocked over his beer. His entire body was tingling, wild desire bursting at the seams. And all from a single line. Willa had a look about her, ruby stained lips and long legs a man could lose track of time just admiring. “You mean whips and chains?”
“Mmm…” Willa dragged her tongue all the way around her glass, a husky purr coming from her throat. “Whips. Chains. Bondage. Beatings.”
Why did he have a feeling this girl was teasing him? Leaning over, he whispered in her ear, “To have absolute domination over a woman for an entire weekend, nothing held back. Binding her wrists and ankles, keeping her chained to do my bidding. Any. Time. I. Desire. Perfect.”
Closing her eyes, she shuddered and took a sip of her drink. “I like a rough and tumble man.”
Chuckling, he sat back, studying her chiseled face and porcelain skin. She was far too gorgeous to frequent a dive bar like this one. “Any other questions for me? You know, to see if I pass the test?”
“Let me think. What are you looking for?”
He studied her face in the dim light of the bar. “In life?”
“In everything.” She laughed and eased her hand over her mouth, her eyes twinkling. “I know, far too philosophical for a bar conversation. Right?”
Shrugging, he thought about her question. He’d met her maybe thirty minutes before. Two people in a rundown hole in the wall seeking solace and a hard drink. Willa seemed like a nice girl, far too much so to be sitting all alone. There were three other customers, scruffy and intoxicated, an indication of the kind of place. “Peace.”
“Said like a tortured man.” Willa swirled the swizzle stick in her drink.
“I’ve never thought of myself that way, but you might be right.” He was far too attracted.
Sitting back, she allowed her gaze to travel up and down, studying him from head to toe. “Tony. I can tell you’re more than what you appear to be. You’re not a paper pusher, not by a long shot. If I had to guess what you did, I’d say a policeman or maybe a rancher.”
Forced to resist laughing, he shook his head. “Not even close, except for the paper pushing part. I don’t think I could sit behind a desk all day. If I had to guess, I’d say you were an attorney.” He hadn’t been creative when using a fake name and wasn’t entirely certain he knew why he had; except he didn’t need any complications in his life. He wasn’t looking for romance or a girlfriend of any type. He’d traveled out of Missoula to spend the weekend alone, to think about what the fuck he was doing with his life.
He had a feeling he was being passed up for a promotion and he’d spent the better part of a solid month enraged, almost getting his ass suspended from the smokejumping team. The last thing he needed to do was lose his job, one he loved more than anything in his life. Hell, jumping was the only thing he had in his life that was worthwhile. So, the trip had been on the fly, driving until he found a bar close to a hotel. To be very much alone, wallowing in a bottle.
Then she walked into the dingy bar.
Her smile widening, she re-crossed her leg. “I’ll take that as a compliment, but hell no. I couldn’t stand to be in a courtroom either defending or prosecuting lowlifes. That would piss me off royally.”
Damn it. He liked this girl. From her short, fiery red hair to her provocative dress, she was the perfect objection to getting a good night’s sleep. “I know at least one attorney who might fight you on that one.”
“I’ve never met any a
ttorneys I could call anything but slimy.”
“Ouch. Sounds like you’ve had some horrible experiences.” Antonio found himself leaning in, catching every word, concentrating on what she said in return. This wasn’t like him.
“Let’s just say I’ve had certain family issues over the years forcing me to seek answers. I didn’t like what I heard so I’m moving on my way.”
“Is that why you’re here?”
She gave him a wry look. “In a way. Just some time to myself, which rarely happens.”
He lifted his drink. “To finding out shit out here in the middle of nowhere.”
Willa winked as she lifted her glass, touching her rim to his beer bottle. “I can drink to that.” After taking a swallow, she closed her eyes, making murmuring sounds.
Fuck, if his cock wasn’t aching, thumping hard against his way too tight jeans.
“What kind of women do you like?” she asked then rolled her eyes. “Doesn’t that sound like a come on?”
They both laughed, and he wasn’t even certain what to tell her. “Truth is. I hope it’s a come on. I love intelligent women with attitude, yet women who prefer a man to be in charge.” Oh yeah, he was risking the woman slapping him across the face and storming out of the bar.
“You mean in the bedroom?” She had a sly expression on her face.
He had to swallow twice before he could answer. Here goes nothing. “In the bedroom and in the relationship. Might sound old-fashioned and I guess it is, but I think having one person in charge, and in my case the man as the head of household, is the glue for any relationship. Equality leads to more arguments.”
“So, the man decides the rules and what the little woman can do?” Willa asked quietly.
“Well, yes, with agreement from his little woman,” he said as he grinned, feeling the heat of embarrassment rising up from his neck. Had he ever admitted this to another woman? Even with Lila, he hadn’t formed any rational thoughts in any form. In fact, they argued the majority of the time. Then Lila had been over eight years ago.
“Hmmm… That’s very interesting.” She remained unblinking but seemed a thousand miles away.
Great, you Neanderthal. He shook his head and took another gulp of beer. That was one way to end a great conversation.
“A woman can feel protected as well as loved, secure in her environment. Pressure is taken off, allowing for a happier relationship. I bet the sex is damn hot as well.” Her tone of voice had changed, full of teasing.
Leaning over, he lowered his voice so only she could hear. “Sex is hot. As. Shit.”
Willa licked her lips in response.
Antonio was in absolute agony, ready to rip off his jeans as well as the sexy little dress she was wearing. He tried everything to squash his libido.
“Fascinating. I’ve never met a man who was so open and honest. Most men act like they want women to be equals.” Willa scooted closer.
He inhaled her perfume, the exotic scent filling his nostrils and driving him to the point of madness. His cock was begging for relief. Even using the term ‘relationship’ surprised the heck out of him. “I prefer to be completely honest.”
“That’s wonderful because honesty builds trust and that is something I must have. To break trust even once is the worst sin and unforgiveable.”
Antonio heard conviction behind her words.
She darted a look over her shoulder, as if making certain no one could hear their conversation. “Let me recap. A man in this case, being in charge means making rules, requiring the little woman to abide and obey or risk facing the consequences? She, no doubt, has an allowance, limits on credit cards, friends she can see. That kind of thing.” She had a gleam in her eyes.
“Honestly? Yes, although I don’t care about friends.” All the chats he’d been a part of with the other jumpers on the team, their time spent in what they called the Burnout club had been one sided for him. He hadn’t participated or had much to offer. What did he know about disciplining a woman? But he craved just that.
She eased her hand down the length of her neck, the tips of her fingers moving back and forth in a slow and easy rhythm. “Truly fascinating.”
“And your thoughts?” Antonio was mesmerized by her dazzling blue eyes, her high cheekbones and the beautiful cleft between her voluptuous breasts. He tried to force himself to look away, but she was far too captivating, igniting a fire from deep within.
Hesitating, she leaned further over, until her face was within only a few inches from his. When she spoke, her tone had changed yet again, becoming huskier, sexy in an unassuming way. “Don’t tell anyone I told you this, but I agree. I think all women deserve and require a hard spanking from time to time.”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Now, his damn dick was pinched to the point he was going to have to find some sort of relief soon. “I think I’ve waited my entire life to hear a woman say that.”
His reward was her hand floating across his knee.
“Your turn. What do you like in a man?” The third drink had gone down way too easily, perhaps for both of them.
“That’s easy. Dark and brooding with a penchant for danger. Dominating with a heart of gold. Unwilling to take my crap for any period of time.” She giggled again, tossing back her head as she swirled back and forth on the barstool.
“I take it you’re a very bad little girl.”
“Very much so. Wicked in fact.”
“Then you do need a hard spanking.” He touched his belt on purpose, watching her reaction.
A slight moan escaped her lips as she nodded. “Yes. God, yes.”
Antonio’s heart was racing, electricity skyrocketing throughout every cell in his body. Taking a chance, he reached out, sliding his index finger down her cheek to her mouth. When she purred, he held his breath and traced a series of circles around her mouth. He could just make out her nipples pushing hard against her bodice, could see a hint of her lacy bra given one of the buttons had come undone.
Pursing her lips, she darted out her tongue, dragging the tip down his finger.
“Jesus,” he whispered and slid his hand around her neck, tightening his grip just enough as he pulled her further forward. “I can give you exactly what you crave, what you need.”
She continued licking his finger, moving her tongue up and down in a lazy fashion. Grasping his hand, she held his arm in place as she pulled his finger into her wet mouth, sucking in an exaggerated fashion.
“Would you like me to give you a spanking right here? Right now?” He kept his grip firm, his fingers digging into the flesh of her neck.
Willa eased his finger out of her mouth. “Yes, please.”
Hunger unlike any he’d known for years roared, sliding into every tense muscle. Tugging her off the stool, he crushed his mouth over hers, plunging his tongue inside, tasting her sweet essence.
Clinging to him, she moaned into the kiss as their tongues entwined.
The moment became intense with passion, his actions becoming more manic, even rough as he shifted to his feet, pulling her close to the heat of his body. He pushed his groin against her stomach, grinding as he sucked on her tongue. Everything about this felt so right, amazing to the point he was overheated, beads of sweat rolling down the back of his neck.
Willa eased the flat of her hands up and down his back, her fingers kneading. She arched her back as he held her, rising onto her tiptoes.
Breaking the kiss, he nipped her lower lip before sliding his mouth down to her chin and across her jawbone. He took a step back, grabbing her hand and pulling her behind him as he walked toward the shadowed hallway leading to the bathrooms. The bartender followed with his eyes, snorting before tipping his head to stare at the television screen behind the bar.
There was no one to stop them or care what they were doing.
He’d never done anything so reckless in his life, but at this moment, he wanted nothing more than to take this girl.
Antonio strode into the woman’s bathroom, locking the doo
r behind them. He towered over her as he walked her backwards, toward the small bathroom sink. “A very bad girl. Huh?”
“The worst kind,” she whispered, pouting as she locked eyes with his.
“Then we’ll have to take care of that.” He turned her around to face the mirror, pressing down on the small of her back.
She responded by shifting her legs open and leaning over, a slight whimper pulsing from her mouth.
Yanking up her dress, he studied her expression as he caressed her ass cheeks. He was so alive, his body shaking from desire. He wanted nothing more than to shove his cock inside her sweet pussy, but not here, not in this rat role. “The sting of my hand.”
The second the first slap was sliced against her naked ass, she moaned, the sound echoing in the dense space.
He gritted his teeth as he smacked her several times, moving his hand from one to the other, every action methodical. “Women need to understand they have to follow rules,” he whispered and nuzzled against her neck, nipping her earlobe.
“Yes, sir. I’m not good at following anyone’s rules.”
Smack! Crack!
“Then you will learn.” Antonio bit down on her neck before smacking her again. And again. He loved the sound of his hand as his palm slapped against her naked flesh. When he looked down, seeing the redness, he shuddered.
“Hurts,” she mumbled, arching her back, her face glistening from perspiration.
“Spankings are supposed to hurt.”