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Flash Point 1/3

For fans and future fans of @ziggylong's King of the Woods, you are in for a treat with this erotic spin-off featuring Byron!

Kate

Kate lay still and quiet while the man cut off her clothes. His knife passed easily through her plaid, misnamed boyfriend shirt and neon-yellow sports bra without a single scratch. The cold steel soothed her burning breast, and when its rounded tip danced along her ribcage, her hips bucked involuntarily. She prayed that he hadn't noticed.

The man kneeling beside her had shoulder-length, layered black hair, dark eyes, and tanned skin. Her display did not disturb his look of calm concentration or his firm grip on the knife. He was tall for an Asian man, and lean, but his khaki shirt could not conceal the breadth of his shoulders or his muscular forearms. A patch on his sleeve displayed three trees and the words, "Florida Forest Service."

He slipped two fingers inside the waistband of her denim hiking shorts, brushing callused fingertips against the sensitive skin beneath her navel. Stifling a moan, she arched off the asphalt, but he did not pull the shorts down; he sliced them lengthwise and peeled all of her clothes aside. He had only spared her panties.

He examined her exposed body and gave her a reassuring smile. "Miss, you're going to be all right. Can you tell me your name?"

"Catherine. Kate. What happened?" she asked, covering herself with her hands. Her chest and arms throbbed painfully. Gasoline and charred fabric filled her nostrils, and black smoke filled the sky. She lay in the parking lot of a Kangaroo Express gas station. One of the pumps was pinned between a support pillar and the burnt-shell of a car-her car. A glittering heap of safety glass lay beneath her open driver's side window.

"You veered off the road to avoid a deer," the man said. "The pump shattered your windshield and doused you. You're lucky just your clothes caught fire."

I'm lucky you pulled me out of a flaming car, she thought.

The ache in her chest and arms worsened. "Can I have some ice?" she asked.

The man shook his head. "Ice is no good. I'll get you cool water and a blanket or something, just hang tight. The ambulance is on its way." He stripped off his shirt.

Kate could not keep from staring. The man only looked lean with his clothes on. She did not go for the swollen bodybuilder look at all, but he was perfectly proportioned. She wanted to sharpen her fingernails on his muscular chest, to nibble his collarbones, and to tread the cobblestone path of his abdominals, guided by the V shaped crease that pointed the way further down like an arrow.

She stifled a giggle. I'm off to see the Wizard, the wonderful Wizard of Cock.

The man draped the shirt over her. "Sorry , it's a little sweaty."

Despite the smoke and gasoline in the air, his shirt smelled like clean laundry and fresh exertion. He prodded red spots on his arms and chest and winced. He had been burned worse than she had. Catching the look of concern on her face, he pretended, unconvincingly, to scratch his chest.

Oh my God. You're acting macho for me. Her nipples tented the fabric.

He walked to the gas station and returned with an armful of bottled water. "Rony-that's the gas station guy-said the ambulance will be here soon."

"Will you hold my hand?" she said.

"Sure," His hand was thickly-padded and scratchy as sandpaper in places, but his grip was surprisingly gentle. He opened a bottle of water with his free hand. "This should cool you off."