Fiery

by Bella Wright

  Fiery

  An Older Alpha Man and Curvy Women Romance

  Bella Wright

  Copyright © Molly Quentin 2020

  ALL CHARACTERS INVOLVED IN SEXUAL ACTIVITIES ARE CONSENTING ADULTS AGE 18 OR OLDER. COVER MODELS APPEAR FOR ILLUSTRATION PURPOSES ONLY AND HAVE NO CONNECTION WITH THE FICTIONAL EVENTS OF THIS STORY. ANY RESEMBLANCE TO PEOPLE OR EVENTS IS COINCIDENTAL.

  Want a custom story? I will write any kink or niche.

  Email me for my rates at: Bellawrightbooks@gmail.com

  Want to be alerted when I release a new story, or when I release a free story? Join my mailing list!

  Click Here to Join

  https://mailchi.mp/e98998ced0bc/bella-wright-books

  Contents

  1. Ellie

  2. Andy

  3. Ellie

  4. Andy

  5. Ellie

  6. Andy

  7. Ellie

  8. Andy

  9. Ellie

  10. Andy

  11. Ellie

  12. Andy

  Epilogue

  Afterword

  Also by Bella Wright

  1

  Ellie

  “I’ll be careful!”

  My phone on my shoulder held down by my head. I picked up Sam, my cat, and stroked him. He nuzzled her black fur into me, his claws gripping into my t-shirt. But it wasn’t painful, he was only doing it for security.

  “You know your candles make me nervous,” she said through the phone.

  I had casually mentioned to my best friend Charlotte that I was lighting some candles around the house, to relax and read a book.

  I looked around my room, the blissful orange hue of the tiny candles made me feel warm, at peace. And content with my solitude.

  Well, I wasn't completely alone, I had Sam.

  “Meow.” he reached his arms up as if to try and hug me, whilst I cradled him and stroked him with my free hand.

  “I’ll be careful, I promise.”

  “Just don’t fall asleep this time.”

  Sam jumped out of my arms.

  If you asked me then, did I feel stupid for leaving all these candles out, when I had a cat in my tiny apartment? because a cat's favorite thing is to knock things over?

  Maybe in the back of my mind, I knew, but I also knew that I was in the room with all the candles, I could see if anything happened, which it never did.

  “I’ve never fallen asleep!’ I protested. “That would be so dangerous.’

  “And what about the time I stayed at your place? You fell asleep then.”

  “That’s because I knew you were sitting right there to wake me up, or to see if any knocked over, don’t you think you’re being paranoid?”

  “it's dangerous.”

  I knew she was right, but I also knew that I was lonely, and reading a book to the warm glow in candles was one of the few, tranquil, relaxed moments where I didn't care that I was alone.

  Because when I wasn't throwing myself into my work, I had time to myself. I had time to think. The thoughts that made me act sassy in my day to day life, a defense mechanism.

  “Well, I’m going to have to love you and leave you.”

  “See ya, love you.’

  I hung up the phone and slumped into my chair, feeling somewhat blissful.

  Somewhat.

  2

  Andy

  I slid down the pole. Even though it was over in a flash, the moment between the second floor and first, was like calm, meditative zen. Before my feet hit the ground and suddenly all systems were at go. The engine roared and the alarm assaulted my eardrums as I climbed into the cabin of the firetruck. The painful sound dulled as the door closed.

  The gate opened, and the truck flew down the street, Whilst Dan held the clipboard, which had the details of the assignment.

  “What's the deal, Dan?” I asked as he flicked through the pages.

  He sighed. “A complete waste of resources, top floor apartment fire. Undoubtedly started by a hair straightener, we could go in and fix it with a fire extinguisher. the whole team and the truck just ain't gonna be needed.”

  A few of my colleagues groaned. I didn't. Dan was right, but it didn't mean we didn't need the truck. Dan knew that a tiny fire could turn into a huge blaze easily, just because it didn’t 90 percent of the time, did not mean this wouldn’t be the 10 percent.

  But I said nothing. Instead, I rested my back against the wall, closing my eyes and counting to ten, centering myself for the task ahead. I knew it was my turn to enter the building, and I needed to be calm. Ready to react to something unexpected at a moment's notice.

  But my eyes jotted open.

  “You ready Andy?” Dan was looking at me, and I nodded.

  “‘Course you are. Ain't nobody in this squad as calm as Andy, what's your secret?”

  I could never tell the guys I meditated, I'd be mocked mercilessly. “Well you see, I’m a man. So this kind of thing comes easy to me.”

  They groaned again.

  George chimed in. “Yea yea, you’d be a fool to be scared of burning flames, flames that melt your uniform. Got nothing to do with being a man, we’re just not stupid. Maybe that's it? He’s missing a few brain cells, must’ve got seared off after all these years of duty.”

  I made a fist, which was hard to do under all the padding of my glove. I may have been older than him, by more years than I'd like to admit, but I was still much taller, and bigger.

  He noticed my reaction, and before I could say anything. He already went back on what he said, holding up his arms in mock defense. “I’m sorry! You know I’m just kidding.”

  I leaned back and closed my eyes. I had to calm myself down from him, and the danger of the fire as well.

  I said calmly, “That’s enough. We’re a team and if we don’t have each other’s backs then we’re putting civilians, ourselves, and the rest of the team in danger.”

  “Hey man,.’ George said. “You know I’ve always got your back, I was just kidding, you’re my family.”

  I nodded at him. It was true, these guys were my family. Sometimes you fought with your family, but they always had your back.

  I didn't have anyone else.

  The truck pulled up. I saw in a glimpse the top floor window, no fire. That didn't mean there wasn’t one, it just meant it hadn’t spread through the apartment yet. I climbed out and put my helmet on. Obscuring my vision.

  I grabbed the hose and walked as quickly as I could to the front door of the apartment complex. A few feet behind me. George helped the coil of the hose travel, stopping it from being caught on anything.

  Whilst I climbed the stairs, my footsteps were heavy and measured under all the protective clothing. I was building a sweat already, despite not having been exposed to any fire.

  We climbed and climbed, mentally I counted the floors. We were on the second now. “Holding up ok?” George called through my radio.

  “I’m ok,” I said simply.

  As I looked up, I saw smoke, black smoke. My heart thumped for a moment before I started climbing up and up, I was nearly there when I saw it.

  The door of the apartment had smoke filtering out the bottom. Black smoke. I calmed myself, whilst Alex moved up next to me and set up the forcible-entry tool. Whilst I held the hose, ready to find the fire, I thought about what Dan said before, about this being overkill. It was true. A fire extinguisher would have done the job. But I’d be lying if I said I didn't feel a whole lot more secure with overkill. Nothing would get past this hose, and I was glad I was holding it.

  The door was locked and he pushed it open. I walked through the smoke, following its trail to a bedroom, the smoke obscured my vision somewhat, but through flashes, I could make my way through to its point of origin, there I saw the flame, a
cupboard was alight.

  “Ready,” I said through the radio, and the water shot out, dousing it immediately.

  There was no competition, the flame was calmed immediately. It ceased to exist. Leaving behind the smoke.

  “Alright, it's done.’

  The water ceased, and as the smoke started to fill the room. I saw her.

  I hadn’t been able to before, the flame was too bright and overwhelming, but there was this woman.

  I dropped the hose and walked over to her, putting my hand under her neck, and my other arm under her legs. She seemed to be alive, stirring somewhat at my carrying of her, but I think she passed out from smoke inhalation.

  I carried her out of the apartment.

  “Shit,” George said, as I walked through the doorway.

  “Grab the hose. I’m taking her downstairs.”

  I carried the women downstairs, praying that she was still alive. Smoke inhalation could kill, long before the flame even got to you.

  “Miss, can you hear me?”

  I felt the fainted grip on my shoulder.

  Thank god.

  3

  Ellie

  It was strange, I suddenly felt like I was my cat.

  And I felt small, I had never felt small before. But this man, he was so big, holding me like it was nothing. Carrying me down the flight of stairs like it was nothing.

  Nobody ever carried me, I was too big, and I would never allow it even if they said they could. But that never happened.

  What happened today?

  I coughed, and it was a little painful, so I just laid my head on his shoulders, which seemed to be covered in all this thick material like he was going skiing. In the back of my mind, I knew everything that had happened to me. But my subconscious was protecting me, feeding it to me in dribs and drabs. so I looked up at him and saw his mask, obscuring his face.

  “Hello?” I said.

  His voice was muffled. “Good, you’re alive. We’re nearly at the ground floor, I'll put you down then.”

  I put my arms around him and rested my head on his chest.

  “What happened?”

  “There was a fire.” The man's voice was deep, behind that mask, I couldn’t quite hear any personality behind it, but he was a big strong specimen of a man, that I could tell enough.

  “Oh,” I said. And I knew exactly what had happened, what I had done, with my candles.

  I kept quiet from that point onward.

  We left the apartment and I was almost blinded by the sirens and lights, there I saw all the tenants of my apartment building, standing around in their pajamas.

  He took me to sit down on the back of an ambulance, the doors were open and I was tended to immediately by a nurse. “Here, put this on.” it was a breathing mask, but I didn't need it by then. I could breathe just fine.

  I breathed into the mask and found I had already recovered, “I don’t need this.” I said. Taking it off. What I needed to do was thank the man that had received me.

  I looked up and saw him there, towering above everyone, including his co-workers, who were calling to him. Patting him on the back. He took his helmet off and I was floored.

  There was the chiseled jaw, framing the most beautiful, handsome, and yet, scarred face. He had marks around his eyes, scars.

  They only made him more handsome. His hair was stuck to his head, in a way that would make me die if someone saw me like that. The bead of sweat dripping down his temple. It only made him more manly, he had gone through all that effort to save me.

  The ambulance responder said, ”you seem fine, a bit of smoke inhalation but nothing damaging, keep this around your neck if you have trouble breathing please use it.”

  “Thank you. Thank you so much.” I said to her, realizing she had been tending to me whilst my attention was completely elsewhere. I think I saw her smile at me in the corner of my eye, I was too focused on the man.

  Another one of the firemen said something to me. I didn't hear it, just the wind rushing through my ears.

  “What?” I said, dumbly.

  I turned to face him, the handsome fireman's colleague. “It was only you alone in that apartment right? We had to shut your door to stop the smoke reaching the other apartments.”

  “No, just me,” I said, and he sighed in relief. But then I felt shocked, I seemed to sink into the ground. “Wait, no, not just me. My cat”

  He scowled his eyebrow. “We can’t.”

  My eyes widened. “What?”

  “We can't go back to save pets, it's against regulations.”

  “I’ll go.” the handsome fireman said. His voice was rough, like whiskey, but there was a hint of sweetness to it.

  ‘Andy, you can’t. You know I'll have to write it in the report.”

  He wouldn’t look at me now. After our stare off had broken, it was like he was scared of catching my gaze again. I just watched him in wonderment.

  “So write it in the report. The house is cleared of fire. If I put my mask on I’ll be fine. It’s not worth losing someone's beloved pet over some red tape nonsense.”

  “Alright, you speak to the chief over it. Just trying to save your back.’

  Andy, that was his name. He patted his colleagues back and put his helmet back on. I heard his voice, muffled this time. “I know, I'll deal with it.”

  He looked at me, and maybe it was because he had the mask on now, that he could gaze at me without feeling reprieve, but I just knew he was staring at me, and I felt myself go red. “What's the cat's name?”

  “Sam,” I said softly, staring up at my armored hero.

  “Any idea where it would hide?”

  “Under the bed, always. He’s got a little bed underneath it.”

  “I’ll get him.”

  Before I could respond, he had already walked away.

  I watched him go. Disappearing between the apartment complex doors.

  “Are you ok ma'am?” his colleague said. I nodded. My mind completely elsewhere.

  I hoped and prayed Sam was ok. He was all I had.

  My heart raced, as I watched those doors, waiting for him to come through, it seemed like hours, when in actuality it had only been minutes. What if he couldn't grab a hold of the cat? He was friendly, but he might be scared of him in his fireman uniform.

  Eventually, he came through the doors and I saw him holding the cat.

  I all but jumped off the ambulance back and ran towards him.

  “Sam!’ Andy the fireman handed me sam, who happily crawled into my arms, he looked quite sleepy though, and I was worried he had inhaled the smoke.

  “Thank you. Oh.” I saw Andy wasn’t wearing the helmet. He scratched the back of his head, as I had reacted to his uncovered face in a way that must have surprised him. But I couldn’t help it. he was so handsome.

  And we stood there, kind of staring at each other, amongst all the talking and flashing lights it was a strange scene to be in, and yet there we were, speechless.

  “Where's your helmet?” I heard his friend say, as he walked up and the spell was broken.

  “Oh damn, I left it up there,” he said, scratching the back of his head again. “The cat wouldn’t come to me, so I had to show it I was a friendly person.”

  “Well, the boss ain't gonna be happy about that.”

  “Yea. but I got the cat.” he looked at me grinning, then we both looked away. I hugged my cat with so much love and affection, and I felt like I was thanking Andy too.

  How could I thank him for real? I needed to do something for him, and for me too, I had to relieve this guilt, that I was the one that started the fire.

  “Andy?” I said it came out like a little squeak, and I felt embarrassed.

  “Yea?” he turned to me.

  “Can I have your phone number?”

  4

  Andy

  Holy shit, she wants my number.

  I should have asked her first, that would’ve been the gentlemanly thing to do. But she was probably
wondering why I hadn't asked already. There was some kind of attraction between us, that was obvious.

  Or at least, I was attracted to her, I didn't want to be presumptions, but her asking for my number was evidence enough she felt the same way.

  “Oh, I should explain!” she said, kind of erratically. “I’m a journalist. And I'd love to write an article about you, to thank you, you know. For saving my cat.”

  I was taken aback, and embarrassed, but it made sense, why would a beautiful woman like this ever want a lug head fireman like me? She probably dated rich, powerful guys.

  “Really? Why would you wanna write an article about me? I was just doing my job.”

  “Well, you were going above and beyond, when you were told you should do it you did it anyway, everyone loves a local hero.” she seemed to be going at double speed now. As if afraid if she stopped talking she wouldn’t be able to finish. “And yea, to thank you, for saving Sam, I’m so grateful.”

  “Yea.” was all I said back.

  Silence for a moment, as I just stood there, like a big dumb idiot.

  “Andy?” she said, in an ‘earth-to-Andy’ kind of way, but more polite. When I heard her say my name it sent butterflies all up and down my body. Can you imagine, a full-grown man getting butterflies! Well, that was me.

  “Yea?”

  “Your number?” she was holding out a pen and paper for me to write on. I grabbed it and scribbled my name. When I handed it to her I saw I had gotten soot all over it.

  “Oh god, sorry,” I said, embarrassed.

  She smiled though. “I like it, it's like a souvenir.'' Then she looked down, upset. “A souvenir of how I almost burned the apartment down.”