Caught in the Flames by Kacey Shea Page B

get my fill before going on shift.” His hands go around my thighs and give a little tug so I fall backwards onto the cool sheets.
    “Wider,” he demands, and my breath catches in my throat. I stretch my legs to the sides as wide as they will go and curse myself for not being more flexible. I watch him. The way his hands rub up and down my inner thighs before they grip just above my knee and shove me down into the mattress. Fuck. He licks the folds of my core, dips his tongue in and then back out to suck, kiss, and assault my entire pussy like it’s his last meal.
    “Oh, yes. Yes, Chase. Please. More. There. Yes.” He dips his fingers inside me with a skill and practice most men don’t possess. I don’t even try to hold back. My entire body shakes and I shout as my orgasm reaches its crescendo. “Oh, God. Stop. It’s too much.” My body quakes as he continues to pump his fingers in and out while his lips lock down on my clit. When his fingers slow I look down my body to catch his Cheshire grin.
    “Told you I’d make you beg.”
    “Yes! You win! I surrender!” I reach back to find a pillow and raise it over me, waving it back and forth. Chase stands and laughs.
    “Is that supposed to be a white flag?”
    “Well, it’s white, so yes. Though it doesn’t give much of a wave, does it?” I smile and prop the pillow behind my head. “So I’ll just lay here a pile of satisfied woman. Let yourself out?”
    “Can do.”
    “I’ll come by Saturday for lunch?”
    “And I’ll probably text you a hundred times before then.” He leans over my body, one knee pressed into the mattress, and captures my lips in a tender kiss. I can taste myself on him and it’s so erotic.
    “I can taste my pussy,” I say without thinking and his eyes darken. He stands and backs away from the bed.
    “You like that, don’t you?” he asks and I nod. “Damn, girl. You are trouble with a capital T. I could stay here all day with you.” I love that I do to him what he does to me. Though he’s a stronger man, because if I had to work and he didn’t I’d be tempted to blow it off for a day in bed with him. I shake my head.
    “Bye, Chase. Thanks for last night. And this morning.”
    “Bye, love.” He winks and walks out the door.
    Holy fuck. His footsteps trail through the hall but I don’t even hear the front door slam. I’m too preoccupied as I scramble for my phone and shoot off a group text to my girls. He loves me? He called me love! Girlfriend reinforcement needed to calm my blubbering excitement—stat!

I love girl talk.
    After a long nap and lounging around in pajamas all day I finally shower, dress, and meet my girls downtown. Alicia’s cousin, Ben, opened a brewery a little over a year ago just walking distance from VCU. It’s where we all went to school, so The Chronicle became our favorite hangout.
    The building housed a printing press in the early nineteen hundreds, so Ben kept the theme for the pub. He even found an old printing press and repurposed it into one of the taps behind the bar. The exposed brick and industrial décor paired with menus printed like front page news brings a fun and vintage ambiance. The servers even wear suspenders and newsboy caps; though the outfits for the women employees are far too sexy and revealing to be authentic to the era.
    My favorite thing Ben did was keep the original signage out front. The Chronicle, lit in simple fluorescent lettering stands in contrast to all the other restaurants and shops lining the blocks leading to campus. I’m happy for Ben’s success and the brewery’s popularity, which is evident by the packed house tonight regardless that classes aren’t back in session for another two weeks.
    “Not gonna lie, Callie, I’m kinda digging the fireman schedule. Even though you’re in that honeymoon stage of love we still get a Friday night with our girl.” Jill pops a chip into her mouth with a satisfied grin. I, on the contrary, don’t like the schedule. I