Misadventures with a Firefighter Page 11

  With a sigh, I opened my phone when a reminder popped up. Halloween party tonight down at the station. I sat back in my chair and rubbed my head.

  “Shit,” I whispered. I had forgotten about the party. It was a costume party along the block of businesses our firehouse was part of. We handed out candy and let the children check out a fire engine. It had always been fun. I knew Marshall would enjoy it.

  I wrote a message to Cara.

  Hey, beautiful. Plans tonight? The station

  is hosting a costume contest. Businesses

  on the block are involved. I would love it if

  you’d come as my date.

  I set my phone down. I closed my eyes, and images of Cara danced across my mind.

  The first night together in the cab when she flipped off the driver, I knew I was a goner even then.

  The second time at her place, when she wore that sexy number just for me.

  The way her eyes widened the first time I walked into her classroom. The fear and the longing all at once.

  The evening in her classroom supply closet.

  Fuck.

  The way she bent over, grabbed her ass, and then spread her cheeks for me. I closed my eyes and rubbed the erection forming underneath my pants. I imagined her here in front of me, on her knees. I unzipped my pants, reached under my boxers for my cock, and gave it a squeeze. It was hard and ready for my woman’s mouth. Her lips, slightly full and delicious…the way she would swallow my head and take my entire length in her mouth.

  As I stroked my dick, in my mind it was her mouth sucking me off. I’d fist my hand in her auburn hair and push her harder onto my cock while I fucked her mouth. Holy fuck, it was good. So good.

  My balls twitched with the threat of an orgasm, and I wanted her to swallow me. Every fucking bit. And she would. She was my woman, my baby doll, my lady.

  “Fuck!” Warmth jetted across my hand and over my pelvis as I squeezed the head of my cock, her lips sucking the last of my come away. I tilted my head back on the chair and groaned out in temporary satisfaction. I wanted more, needed her here with me.

  My phone buzzed, and the sound brought me from my erotic daydream. I padded across the floor to my bathroom, washed my hands, and turned on the shower. I went back for my phone and found two messages—one from Cara and another from my mom.

  I opened my mom’s first. She had come by and picked up Marshall for the day and an overnight stay since my station was having the party tonight.

  Do you need me to bring you more

  candy for the station?

  Sure, the more the better. Kids love candy.

  I pressed Send and then pulled up Cara’s message.

  Then it’s a date. Is there anything

  you’d like me to wear?

  Well, it appeared what had made her upset enough to rush me from her classroom had since passed. This brought my spirits up. I grinned at the message, then replied.

  Lady Godiva?

  The bouncing ellipsis moved on the page, and I smirked at the reply she would be drafting.

  That’s my costume for later. I have an

  idea for what to wear. Will you pick me

  up?

  Hot damn. I couldn’t wait for tonight. I wanted to see her now.

  I’ll be by around seven. See you then.

  Shower first, then on to Cara’s. And I couldn’t wait to bring her to the station. Not only as my date but as my girlfriend.

  For tonight’s costume party at the station, we all wore our uniform pants. I opted for a sleeveless white T-shirt. The overalls to the pants were the added accessory, or so the ladies at the station said.

  When I pulled up to Cara’s condo, I wasn’t sure what to expect. Lady Godiva was a hopeful possibility for later, but what she would wear for the party left me clueless. When the door opened to her building, Cara Murphy stepped out in Mary Janes with over-the-knee white socks trimmed with lace, a Catholic school girl skirt that was seriously short, a white button-down shirt that was unbuttoned to where the shirt tied under her breasts, and a loose tie in the same pattern as the skirt. Her hair was braided in two French braids and tied off with two ribbons. She was so fucking hot. I wanted to stay here and hope she would teach me a lesson in something…anything. I didn’t care, so long as she did it with a long ruler.

  Spank me, for I’ve been a bad kid.

  I stepped from my SUV and walked around toward the curb as she made her way down the steps.

  “Wow…” I felt like the wolf in the cartoons, whose eyes pop out and tongue rolls onto the floor. All I needed now was a loud horn to blow. “You look sexy as hell, Cara.”

  She pulled out a Blow Pops sucker from her purse, unwrapped it, and popped it into her mouth. Then she slowly pulled it free…her lips sucking around the ball until it made a pop upon exiting. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

  “Fuck,” I groaned and shook my head. “That’s it, we’re not going. Upstairs right now.”

  She laughed and pointed to my car. “Nope. Party first, fucking later.”

  I wanted to drop to my knees and beg but chuckled instead. “Okay, fine. You win. But damn, baby. Just…damn.”

  “Oh, this old thing?” She winked and walked to the curb by the passenger side of my ride. “I’m glad you approve.”

  “The guys are going to have to put me out tonight, because, baby, you’re setting me on fire!”

  She giggled and climbed into the car. “Good. It’s what I was going for.”

  It felt like the longest drive of my life with my goddess next to me, her tits looking like absolute perfection. We arrived at the station, and I motioned for her to wait.

  I made my way around the ride and looked over at the crew. A few gave me raised brows. They knew I had met someone and it was becoming serious. Being the men they were, they could react like I did or keep their comments to themselves. With these assholes, it could go either way. And I loved them all like brothers.

  The women in our crew were another story. Jane was married with children, Emily was single and chased women right along with us, and Janel, the eldest, was like our den mother. She took care of us all.

  I opened Cara’s door, and when she stepped out, she slid into my arms. Her scent of vanilla and cinnamon was like an onslaught of pheromones to my body. My heart skipped a beat, and my dick grew impossibly harder. I wanted to drop to my knees and beg for mercy, then spread her legs and bury my face in her pussy.

  Later…

  She smirked, popped her sucker back into her mouth and, like before, slowly pulled it free. “Don’t worry, I’m only practicing for you.”

  I groaned and rested my forehead against hers. “You’re making this very hard for me.”

  “Mmm, good. I’m glad I make you hard. Now, let’s go party.” She sidestepped me and waited by the door.

  I closed it and turned to take her hand. We made our way to the opened garage and were welcomed with catcalls and whistles.

  “They must be whistling for you and your sexy overalls,” she whispered.

  I chuckled. “Right. Keep telling yourself that.”

  I introduced her to my crew, and each of them shook her hand except Emily.

  “Damn, son,” Emily said. “She’s too hot for you. I need to take her off your hands for a while.”

  I laughed and enjoyed the sound of Cara also laughing.

  “That’s so sweet of you,” Cara offered, “but I only spread for my man here.”

  The men came back with, “Ooohhh!”

  I tucked Cara into my side and wrapped an arm around her. “Mine.”

  Emily chuckled and shrugged. “I eat better.”

  “Yes, but I have the dick,” I answered.

  “Trust me when I say mine’s bigger.” She gave a wink.

  Emily was as good at dishing it out as she was at taking it. She enjoyed a good brawl. And she always had our back.

  As the party went on, the children of the neighborhood dwindled down to
a bare minimum. Marshall and Mom even swung by. Marshall hugged his teacher, but I could see the confusion on his face, wondering why his schoolteacher was at the firehouse. Good thing he hadn’t reached puberty, or I would have to face a whole different level of questions come morning.

  Mom looked at Cara with curiosity, but I wasn’t ready to introduce her. Not just yet.

  As we began to close up the garage, I sat down, and Cara came over and took a seat in my lap. She leaned into me and blew gently on my ear.

  “I will have no choice but to take you in the engine if you don’t stop.”

  “Oh, don’t tease me like that, Mr. Hughes.”

  My hands gripped against her body in a helpless effort of self-control.

  “I’ve never done it in a fire engine before, Noah.”

  “Guess what? That makes two of us,” I whispered.

  I heard the door close to the office. She stood from my lap, and when I took a look around, I found us to be completely alone. I grinned and took the opportunity given to me.

  Taking Cara’s hand in my own, I led her to the opposite side of the engine from the office. There was a faint light in the garage—just enough to see her in the shadows. I pressed her body to the engine wall and slanted my mouth across hers. I pushed my tongue through her lips, seeking hers. She groaned against my lips and held on to my biceps.

  I reached up to the engine door and fumbled with the handle before gripping it and opening it. “Inside, baby. Now.”

  She grinned and turned to climb inside. Her legs were smooth like silk, and her ass was delicate and begged to be smacked. I slapped her cheek, and she squealed as she climbed in. I followed her inside and closed the door.

  The seats were three across with barely enough legroom, but it was just enough for what we needed. I pushed the overall straps from my shoulders and shoved my pants and boxers down to my knees.

  She tugged down her lacy undies to her ankles and pulled them off. I maneuvered her over my lap, and she straddled me. I reached between us and lined up the head of my cock to her pussy, and she slid down, hot and wet.

  Cara moved her hips in a circular motion, taking me in completely. She was tight and squeezed my cock with each roll of her body. I untied her naughty schoolgirl shirt and moved it apart to expose a perfect white bra. The garment was thin, and her nipples pressed against the barely there material, almost begging to be sucked.

  The air in the engine grew warm, and the sounds of our breathing filled the silence. I pushed her mounds together and licked each nipple one at a time. Giving each taut peak attention, I nibbled on them, drawing a gasp from Cara.

  She tilted her head back and exposed the length of her neck. I slid my tongue up the sensitive skin of her neck, stopping near her earlobe. I nibbled on it and felt her body shudder. I drew in a sharp breath when her nails dug into my shoulders.

  “Damn, baby,” I groaned and moved my hands to her ass, cupping her cheeks.

  “You feel so good,” she whispered. “Never in my life would I think I’d have sex with my hot firefighter in his engine.”

  “You’re riding my engine just fine, baby,” I teased.

  She laughed a soft giggle and met my gaze. She slowed her movements and never broke eye contact. Our bodies moved as one, giving and taking, pushing and pulling.

  I wasn’t sure how long I had been blindly moving through my life, but the moment I’d met Cara, it was like I had opened my eyes for the first time. I never wanted to close them again.

  “I love you,” I whispered.

  She smiled and leaned in. Her lips slanted across mine as she kissed me. “I love you too, Noah.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  Cara

  The sun warmed my face and caressed my skin like a soft kiss of radiance. I smiled and stretched in bed, my body waking from a wonderful night of bliss. Last night’s Halloween party at the fire station had been fun with the children who came by, including Marshall. It had gotten even better when the party was over. The sex…mind-blowing!

  As much as I cared about Noah and knew I loved him, loving him came with a lot of responsibility. Noah came with Marshall and the baggage of a deceased wife. Marshall never knew his mother, and I couldn’t imagine going through life without knowing mine. It made my heart hurt for both of them.

  But was this a responsibility I was ready for? Was this a commitment I was absolutely certain I wanted? It would confuse Marshall to have me as something other than a teacher. And if Noah and I broke up, how would Noah handle that with him?

  I hadn’t been too keen on becoming a mother. Since the fallout had happened with Jeremy, becoming a mother, a wife—even someone’s girlfriend—was far off the menu for me. Until I met Noah. He changed all of that. How? I wasn’t certain, but I couldn’t imagine living my life without him in it.

  But was I ready to be someone’s new mom? A stepmom?

  With a sigh, I laid my arm over my face and blocked out the sun.

  Then the thought of Erin raced across my mind. She saw the vulnerable moment between Noah and me. I considered her a friend, not someone I was just friendly with. I would think she’d come to me first before taking anything up with a higher authority. But had she gone to the principal about my involvement with Noah? I would have to find out sooner rather than later. I wouldn’t want to get called out on the grounds of being inappropriate and lose everything I’d worked toward. But would Erin really do that to me?

  If you have to wonder about it, she potentially could.

  Sometimes I despised my inner voice.

  I sighed. I needed to talk to Mom.

  She always had the best advice. I could talk to her about anything. When I’d told her I wanted to be a kindergarten teacher, she said it would be perfect for me. And when I’d landed my teaching position at the New Expeditions Elementary School of Science, Art, and Technology in Manhattan, my mother said, “You did good, kid. Never let anyone hold you back. You can be your own worst enemy, but never let anyone force a door closed on you. You push that son of a bitch open and power right through it. You can do anything, be anything.”

  I missed my mom and hadn’t seen her in a while. That needed to change. Thanksgiving break was coming, followed by Christmas.

  Would Noah and Marshall go with me? Would they want me to stay here with them?

  I groaned and rolled over in bed. Life shouldn’t be this complicated.

  Make a decision and follow through. Don’t worry about what others think.

  This was why I did so well being single.

  I looked at the clock on my nightstand, and it read nine a.m. I sat up and picked up my cell phone. My mom was central time in Tennessee, whereas I was eastern. I knew Mom was up. I pressed the speed dial for her number and heard it ring.

  “Well, hello there, love bug. How’s your morning so far?”

  My mom was always cheerful. She seldom had a frown. I loved her so much. “Hi, Mom. So far, so good, although it’s only been about fifteen minutes.”

  “You doing okay, honey?”

  She always knew when something was up. It wasn’t normal for me to call early on a weekend. I held my head in my hand and sighed into the phone. “Where do I start?”

  She was silent for a moment, probably hoping I would begin the conversation. I silently prayed she would instead.

  “Let’s start with his name and where you met.”

  She knew me so well.

  “Well, I can say he’s nothing like Jeremy.”

  “I never liked that asshole, honey. He didn’t deserve you, but there was no stopping you from following him to New York City.”

  I sighed and closed my eyes. She never let me live that down, but it pushed me forward in the direction I needed. I hated that experience with him, but without it, I wouldn’t be where I am, and I wouldn’t have met Noah.

  “Yes, Mom. I know. Thank you for reminding me of that. Again.”

  I could almost hear her pressing her lips together across the states in a silen
t mock of “I told you so.”

  “His name is Noah,” I started. “I met him one night while I was out with friends.”

  “Okay,” she added. “Doesn’t sound bad so far.”

  “Right, because I haven’t gotten to the juicy good parts yet.”

  She laughed into the phone. “Then please, by all means, continue.”

  I told her about meeting him at the bar, then discovering he was the widowed father of one of my students. That we’d kept up our affair, and that I’d fallen in love with him.

  “Oh dear,” she whispered. “Well, there’s just one thing left to do.”

  “What’s that?”

  “You need to invite him home for Thanksgiving. I would love to meet the man who has finally tamed my child’s heart.”

  I rolled my eyes. “He’s tamed nothing.”

  “Oh no?” she questioned. “My dear, you’ve met your match in this man from what I hear in your story. He’s a widowed man who’s a firefighter, sexy as sin—your words, not mine—and has the biggest heart on his sleeve. He’s madly in love with you. Oh, that last part is my words, not yours.”

  “And he has a son, Mom.”

  “So what? Is that a deal breaker for you?”

  I shook my head. I knew she couldn’t see me, but I remained silent for a moment.

  “Honey, if you’re not one hundred percent certain Noah and his son are for you or you aren’t willing to be part of their lives, you need to cut ties now. It’s better before it gets too serious.”

  “Yes, Mom, I know. But that’s just it.”

  “What is that, hon?”

  “I absolutely adore his son, Marshall. He’s a wonderful kid. When he saw me with his dad at a party Noah had, he didn’t really question it. He looked at me, and I could see the confusion, but it was as if he shrugged and thought, cool.”