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Missoula Smokejumpers Book One
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Fire Devil: Windfall of fire
Zulies: Missoula smokejumpers
Blowup: Catastrophic fire behavior, rapid spread, mass ignition of large areas
I remember when I was a little girl. I believed in fantasies. Handsome knights on large steeds, protecting everyone around them. I used to believe in heroes. I no longer do.
You’re nothing and deserve to die alone…
“Everyone. Welcome to the stage, Jessica Dunn and Fringe!”
Jessica Dunn exhaled and clenched the neck of her guitar. Words. They were just ugly words. The vibrant lights from the stage ceiling danced across the band’s instruments, swirling in a random yet controlled fashion, neon flashes creating sensual images. She’d been through this before, now thousands of times. Once excited at the prospect of facing an audience, she was exhausted and no longer able to convey her once vivacious personality.
“Go on. You act like you’re heading for your funeral, girl.”
She gave the drummer, and the man she spent most of her time with, the finger. Cody Falcon grinned. Damn, if she didn’t shiver. His dimples and shaggy raven hair always made her swoon. “Do you see anyone that gives a shit out there?”
“What are you talking about?” Cody leaned down, licking her earlobe. “The crowd loves ya.”
“Right. You mean all two dozen or so scattered in the theatre?” She darted a glance out into the audience, shading her eyes from the intense lighting. She and the band once filled massive stadiums. Now they were lucky to get five or six hundred people to attend their performances. They were once considered ‘the’ up and coming rock band, their first single going platinum. The second was heralded as the album of the decade. Now? They were left to play gigs at fairs and two-bit concert halls.
“Stop bellowing like a damn kitten. Get to work.”
After debating her ability to run far away, she adjusted the strap holding the guitar in place and took a step toward the slender opening of the curtain. This wasn’t what she’d hungered for fifteen years before. Act like a professional. Entertain. She brushed her hand through her long red hair and tossed her head back. “You mean tigress don’t you, big boy?”
“That’s my sexy gal.”
Taking long strides, she walked out on stage, waving to the crowd. Temporarily blinded, she whistled and laughed as she found her way toward the microphone. The band members were settling in behind her, taking their usual place, something they’d done countless times during their tenure together. “Anybody ready to rock the house?”
Those attending clapped, their whistles giving her a boost.
“Come on. Let’s get this party rollin’!” Her sultry voice reverberated across the shadows.
She shot Wally, the base player a look, winking and giving a short bow. They were a frisky group and their audiences loved their style. ‘Loved’ as in past tense. Times were different. “We are so ready to have a good time tonight. Are y’all ready?” A sickening feeling remained in her gut. She’d fought her nerves for a solid year. Tonight, she was ready to pass out from terror. Hands on the guitar. Start strumming. Everything will be okay. She forced back a single tear as the music began to play in the background. She knew the words by heart. She’d written every damn song after all. But that was a long time ago.
Jessica blinked several times as she shifted from foot to foot. “We are…” The words were lost. She gulped for air and fingered the strings, playing a chord that made no sense.
The crowd cheered, clapping as several people moved toward the edge of the stage.
She froze, unable to take a step or remember the words. Her
“We are the ones who will rock you, rock you,” Wally sang as he pumped the bass and strutted closer. He gave her an encouraging nod, mouthing ‘you can do it’.
Shimmers of light pulsated around her, mixing with echoes of the music. This was their signature song, the one that rocked the house. She swayed back and forth as she tried to grasp onto what she was supposed to do. A thumping boom of the drums behind her jolted her back to reality. She stamped her foot and gave Wally a hateful look. He wasn’t supposed to be singing. Anger shoved her past an unseen threshold. “We are the ones who will rock you, rock you. We are the ones who fight.”
Wally nodded and grinned, singing alongside her.
All she could think about for the next three songs was kicking his motherfucking ass.
“Babe. You, all right?”
Jessica opened her eyes. The sound of Cody’s voice was usually melodic, calming given her recent rages. Tonight, he was off handed, as if she didn’t matter in the least. Maybe she didn’t. “Peachy.” She felt the seat compress as he eased down beside her. When he placed a hand on her knee she shifted, pulling her feet onto the seat and staring out the window. The lights of some Godforsaken town trickled by as the bus lurched. She hated greasy burgers and shitty motel rooms with sheets that had been washed in dirt water. There was nothing good about waking up on tour dates in a different location, changing clothes in ninety-degree heat while bugs feasted on every inch of her naked skin.
“Jesus. You’ve been a pissy bitch lately.”
She didn’t bother reacting. Why should she care?
After a full minute, Cody sighed. “Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?”
Shrugging, she ran her hands through her hair. “Just tired. Over it.”
“You mean the usual.”
This time she shot him a nasty look, but had little desire to play the ‘retort’ game. “I’m allowed to be exhausted you know.”
“Every day, all day?” he asked, his tone exasperated.
Of course, he was laughing at her. “What do you want from me?”
“What do I want?”
“Yeah?” She turned her head, blinking as tears threatened to fall. “What do you want me to do? Perform like a seal? Dance a jig in front of the crowd so maybe they’ll tell their friends and draw a crowd?”
Cody sniffed, wiped his mouth and looked out the window. “You really think that all I care about are the gigs?”
“Well, don’t you?” Challenging him was easy.
He waited a full five seconds before shaking his head. “You don’t think I worry about you or enjoy our time together? Is that what’s going on?”
“Do you?” she asked as she lifted her head. Clueless bastard. “Do you care about me like you used to? Do you want nothing more than to spend the night with me, dreaming of all the amazing things we could do together, songs we could write?” When he shrunk back, his mouth turning into a frown, she sighed and choked out laughter. “Of course not. Just go.”
“That’s what you do best. Push me away. You don’t give a crap about anything I want or need. Do you?”
She looked over his shoulder at the sleeping crewmember. The burly man shifted before sucking in a snore. “You don’t know what I care about and I’m not certain you ever did.”
“It’s all about you. Every damn thing is about you. You’re so fucking self-centered,” Cody hissed.
Jessica grimaced before looking away and out the window. She wasn’t going to allow him to see her cry. The driver made a wide right turn and accelerated, rolling through another hick town on their way back home. Home? What in the hell did she have to return to? A life full of bills and heartache. She concentrated on the flashing lights. Bumfuck Nowhere looked so much better enshrouded in flashing fuchsia and chartreuse. Her life was a mess, exactly the same as her career. Things had to change. She glared at his reflection, his dour expression. They were both washed up.
He reached out, almost taking her hand. Curling his fingers, he rested his palm on the seat and looked at the ceiling of the bus. “I still love you.”
The two years they’d been intimate had been tumultuous, yet she’d longed to hear the words for so many months. Now, they meant little. Exhaling, she didn’t have enough energy to continue the same battle. She settled back into her seat and gave him a half smile. “I know.” A few seconds rolled by in slow motion.
“Good. Then let’s do something about it.” Cody’s eyes flashed in the dim lighting. He rose to his feet, giving her a wink, and walked a few feet ahead.
She watched as he slid the curtain from one side of the bus to the other. This was considered their private quarters. Pensive, she wrung her hands as beads of perspiration trickled down the back of her neck. Why was she nervous? The answer was far too difficult. They’d grown apart. Not tonight. She wanted to relive moments from their past.
“You are the most beautiful girl in the world,” he said in a guttural voice.
Excitement surged from deep within. They hadn’t been intimate in weeks. She’d changed into a short cotton dress for the ride and her nipples ached, scraping against the thin material. She bit back a moan and shifted. Her thong was decidedly uncomfortable.
When he turned, he held his index finger up to his mouth as he unfastened his belt.
Tingling, she didn’t care that they used sex to pretend closeness. She’d had just enough wine on the bus to warrant the wetness between her legs. She pursed her lips and slid first one strap of her dress down her shoulder then the other, exposing her breasts.
“Yet I’m tempting you,” she purred.
“Always. Jesus, what you do to me.” He pulled down his zipper, shot a look over his shoulder and tugged his pants past his chiseled hips.
Jessica gazed down at his thick cock. He was stiff and throbbing, his balls already swollen. She swallowed hard and tried to grasp onto the intimacy she’d been missing.
“Play with your tits,” Cody commanded.
“Mmm… Yes, sir.” She cupped her breasts, squeezing as she scooted forward.
He wrapped his hand around his cock, stroking. “Twist those pretty little titties of yours. I want to see pain in your eyes.”
She did as she was told, taking her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. Pinching both, she rose to her knees. The pain was delectable. Her pussy ached, longing to have his thick dick buried deep inside of her. “Do you want me to suck you, baby? Do you want my hot mouth taking you all the way down?”
After an exaggerated exhale, he pumped his cock several times and walked toward her. “You want this?”
“Open your mouth,” Cody whispered.
She opened her mouth and looked up, hope filtering into the back of her mind. Tonight, his eyes held nothing but lust.
“I didn’t tell you to stop pinching. Harder.” He slapped his shaft against her cheek then used his cockhead to trace around her mouth. “Suck me.”
Leaning down, she took the tip of his dick into her mouth, sucking and swirling her tongue back and forth. She twisted her nipples until the pain became near anguish.
He grunted and eased his head back, jutting his hips forward and tugging his shirt up to his chest. “That’s it. Oh yeah.”
How many times had she sucked him off on the bus? Dozens. This was their game, as if no one knew what the curtain meant. She wrapped one hand around his balls, rolling them between her fingers. Tension slithered into her muscles and as she tried to take every inch of him, her throat closed. Coughing, she released his shaft and panted.
“Come on. You
Breathe and enjoy. Just breathe. Jessica took several deep breaths before willing herself to relax. She closed her eyes and sucked. A drop of pre-cum trickled into her mouth. She loved the taste of him, craved their uninhibited sex, or at least she had. Their first encounter, one day after an amazing concert, they’d found a secluded spot, fucking in the car.
“Oh God, yes. Good. Your mouth is so hot.”
She slid one hand under her dress, maneuvering her fingers under the elastic and rubbing her clit. Within seconds her fingers were coated with her juice.
Cody dropped his head and used the power of his upper thighs to pump into her mouth. He intertwined his fingers in her hair, using the leverage to hit the back of her throat with the tip of his dick.
Gag reflexes hit her hard. Her eyes watered and she clenched them shut. She pinched her clit, hoping the pain would help. Bile rose from her stomach and she moaned, this time an attempt to beg him to stop.
He seemed unable to hear her as he continued thrusting harder. “Gonna come, baby.”
Tears trickled past her thick lashes, falling as slowly as her heart raced. She stiffened and shoved her fingers inside her pussy, clenching her muscles. For a few seconds, she was able to concentrate on self-pleasuring until she heard the guttural sound just as he spewed into her mouth.
“Yes!” His entire body was shaking. His legs stiffened and he issued a strangled cry.
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