Flash Point (Kilgore Fire Book 2) by Lani Lynn Vale

find the other day clanged with each thrust of Booth’s hips.
    Booth didn’t say another word, only held onto my hips and gave me all he had, moving in and out of me with a force that I’d never felt from him before.
    My head dropped down and my still damp hair fell around me as I shook.
    His hands, though, never let me go.
    He held me as he took me, making sure that I never felt used.
    And I didn’t. Not even a little bit.
    My hands fisted when a pleasant burn started to take root in my pussy.
    The head of his cock dragged deliciously across a beautiful place inside of me, making me bite my lip to keep my cries inside.
    A door in the other room opened and closed, and a bellowed, “Booth are you here,” had me nearly crying out in not just surprise, but despair.
    Booth cursed and slipped out of me, leaving me feeling bereft as he gathered up our clothes, tossed them in the pantry that was right across the kitchen, then grabbed my hips to push me inside.
    He closed and locked the door as quietly as he could, leaving us in the darkness.
    My hand went to my pussy as I inadvertently started to run the pad of my middle finger over my still swollen clit.
    Booth’s body covered mine, and in an incredible show of strength, he picked me up, causing me to gasp softly.
    He urged my legs to ring his hips, and I followed directions as he lifted me up with one arm around my bottom.
    My overheated core rested against his taut middle section.
    I could practically feel my juices covering his belly as he let my crotch drag deliciously down his stomach to impale myself on his waiting cock.
    Once he had me where he wanted me, he let his cock go and completely impaled me on him.
    My head flew back as the ends of my hair tickled my ass.
    His mouth went to mine to hold my cries in as he started to pull me down onto him, then lift me back up.
    The orgasm that’d been interrupted earlier was right there again, making me want to scream in pleasure.
    The scream froze in my throat, however, when I heard his parents come to the kitchen.
    “Grab me a beer will you?” Booth’s stepfather asked.
    His mother said something from too far away for me to hear, and I started to come.
    Booth hadn’t let up his assault, and it took all I had not to scream.
    I buried my face into Booth’s neck as I started to feel him come inside of me, his cock jerking as he poured his seed into my pussy.
    I gasped, then bit down on his neck, teeth sinking in with nothing else for me to do to keep my screams at bay.
    His fingers tightened on my ass as he pumped three more times before finally coming to a stop, enabling me to start breathing once again.
    “You’ve gotten better since we last did this,” I whispered against Booth’s skin.
    He squeezed my ass tightly.
    “Did you say something, honey?” Booth’s mother, Adria, asked.
    “No,” Bill, his stepdad, said. “But I’m about to go fall face first onto the bed and not get back up for a week. I’ve done more walking in the last week than I have for the last two years.”
    Adria laughed and I heard what sounded suspiciously like a kiss, and then the noises faded away.
    Booth slowly lowered my legs to the ground, and then eased out of my sheath, leaving me feeling bereft.
    The string that hung down from the middle of the pantry’s ceiling was pulled, and the harsh glow of the single light started to illuminate our surroundings.
    My eyes immediately zeroed in on the box of cookies in the corner.
    “You think your dad will notice that I ate some of his cookies?” I asked softly.
    Booth’s head moved so he could follow the line of my gaze.
    “Yes, he’ll notice if you eat those. You know he has to get those from England,” he said.
    I snickered and bent down to grab my wet jeans.
    Stripping the panties from the wet fabric, I turned my pants right side out and painstakingly started to ease my foot inside.
    Booth watched me dress as he too got into his pants, albeit a lot more easily than I was.
    He had