Claimed By The Firefighter (Alpha Colorado Firefighters Book 1)

by Anna Heskin

  “Nice meeting you, Dawn. I’ll see you again soon,” Jason said.

  “Likewise.” Dawn smiled at Jason then raised her eyes at me. “I hope you two get this figured out.” She waved her phone and mouthed the words “text me” as she left the doorway.

  “What the hell happened?” Jason asked as he sat next to the bed and took my hand. “Who did this to you? I’ll hurt him.”

  My throat turned dry as the bedside machine showed my heart rate jumping. Jason’s touch was like a jolt of electricity. “I don’t remember it, but they told me there was an accident at the soup kitchen last night.”

  “The soup kitchen?” Jason asked.

  “I volunteer there once a week. Yesterday evening, I was literally cooking soup in a soup kitchen. They said there was a minor gas explosion at the stove.”

  “Dear God. I’m glad you weren’t injured more seriously,” Jason said.

  “They told me it was nobody’s fault,” I said.

  “Are you in pain?” Jason asked.

  “No, they gave me good meds. Luckily, it’s mostly only second-degree burns under my wraps. They said I’m only still here for observation. They were worried the explosion gave me a concussion or worse but my scans all came back negative.”

  “Thank goodness,” Jason said as he buried his face on my arm and kissed it. Shivers went up my spine as his lips lifted off my skin.

  “Why are you here again?” I asked. “Sure, we had a moment in the parking lot yesterday but I told you, we can’t go down that road.”

  “I’m already on that road, Lauren, and for me, there is no exit sign.”

  3

  Jason

  Relief flooded over me when I realized Lauren was okay. Despite the difficulty of seeing her in pain, I knew she would recover in no time.

  “Jason, I appreciate your visit but we can’t be seeing each other,” Lauren said. The one green eye I could see twinkled as she spoke. Despite the disheveled look, bandages, and missing chunks of hair, she was the most beautiful woman on earth.

  “Shh,” I said. “Let’s enjoy the alone time. Get to know each other more.” I rubbed her arm, wishing I could caress her all over.

  “That sounds nice,” Lauren said. “I enjoy your company.”

  “Do you need anything? Soda, beer?”

  Lauren chuckled. “No, thank you. The nurses are taking great care of me.”

  At Lauren’s bedside, I was where I belonged in the world. I wouldn’t take a billion dollars to be anywhere else. She was my other half, the one I needed to be with for the rest of my life. I didn’t understand the reasons.

  “So, you seem older than the other recruits,” Lauren said.

  “Yeah, I’m thirty. Does the age difference bother you?”

  “No, not at all. Guys my age aren’t mature enough for my liking. Not that you and I are a thing,” Lauren said. Her denial washed off me and didn’t upset me. I knew she’d come around.

  “Don’t mind the fact I didn’t shower. I found out about your accident and rushed straight here from the gym,” I said.

  The uninjured half of Lauren’s mouth formed a smile at the corner. “You don’t stink. It’s more of a sexy animalistic smell.”

  I knew Lauren wanted me but I had to get past her career hangup. The energy traveling from her arm, through my hand, and into my body, caused a raging hard-on to form in my shorts. I shifted in my chair, hoping in vain that it would calm down.

  “What made you want to become a firefighter?” Lauren asked.

  My face winced. Many years had passed since my father’s passing but it still seemed fresh in my memory.

  Lauren read my hesitation. “I’m sorry. You don’t have to talk about it.”

  “No, it’s fine. You should know my life story. Eight years ago, my father was killed walking downtown. Poorly constructed scaffolding collapsed on him outside the hotel where my sister planned to get married that evening.”

  Lauren’s face froze in horror. After a few quiet moments, she said, “that’s horrible.”

  “Of course, the wedding got canceled. They eloped to Vegas the following month after the shock wore off. They moved to California because Colorado holds too many painful memories of that day.”

  “And you stayed, obviously,” Lauren said, rubbing my hand with hers.

  “Yes. I wanted to be here for my mother. We received a huge settlement from the construction company, enough money that nobody in our family has to work.”

  “But you became a firefighter anyhow?”

  “After that incident, I felt the need to protect the public. I couldn’t stomach the idea that someone’s loved one could die needlessly. Even if I only saved one person, that would be one person who got to see their child get married.”

  “That was eight years ago. You’re just now in the recruit school?”

  “When I decided to serve, my first inclination was to get my EMT license. I worked as a paramedic for the past several years. The firefighter local approached me about joining their squad when they found out I had a firefighting focus when I got my bachelors degree in forestry.”

  “But your firefighter local works in the city. They don’t go out into the mountains.”

  “I wanted to be in the most populated areas to help as many people as possible. Also, I didn’t want to run from the bad memories in Denver.”

  “Does your mother live nearby?”

  “Yes. She’s a vibrant woman, doing great. Always badgering me to find a woman to settle down with.”

  “Why haven’t you? You’re the most eligible firefighter in the city. Women must beat down your door,” Lauren said.

  “That stems from my father’s accident. While I made it my mission to protect the public, I knew if I had a woman, I couldn’t be around all the time to protect her. The thought drove me crazy, so I just didn’t bother getting in a relationship.”

  “You’ve been pushing it with me hardcore,” Lauren said.

  “During our time together, I have felt something new. Something different. I’m not great at talking about feelings. It’s like something said ‘this is the perfect woman for you’, a sense that I need to make you mine.”

  Lauren hesitated, opening and closing her mouth several times before forming a sentence. “But we just met?”

  “It feels like I’ve known you forever,” I said. “I don’t know how else to explain it.”

  A tear streamed down Lauren’s cheek. “That’s beautiful,” she said, slowly shaking her head.

  “No, you’re beautiful,” I said. I ran my finger down her cheek to catch the tear, but that wasn’t enough for me. Leaning down, I kissed her salty, smooth skin, then sat back down, finding myself breathless. Lauren stared at me speechless as I struggled to comprehend the deep connection I felt with the woman I met the morning before.

  Lauren

  “You still think I’m beautiful with my face bandaged? My hair looks like I got caught in the drive belt of a car,” I said.

  Jason stared at me like I’d asked the dumbest question ever. “Of course. None of that can take away your beauty. You’re the sexiest woman I’ve met in my life. I mean look, I’ve been sitting here with a hard-on this whole time.” He raised his hips off the chair and I saw the massive protrusion in his loose shorts.

  I blushed and felt my pussy clench. “I know I’m beautiful. Do you know how many guys hit on me daily?”

  “Many, I’m sure. But you’re mine now,” Jason said.

  Normally, hearing possessive talk like that would make me run the other direction. However, I felt a primitive need to be Jason’s woman.

  “My entire life, I’ve been the one who was so beautiful, that’s all other people could see,” I said.

  “You’re so much more,” Jason said. “I just met you, and I know that. Hell, you’re in here right now because you had the heart to volunteer at a soup kitchen every week.”

  “I enjoy helping people but it’s always been a struggle for me to be seen as somet
hing more than a hot body. I’m sure a lot of people would say ‘boo-hoo, poor baby’, but the struggle to be seen is real.”

  “Is that why you’re so hell-bent on your career?” Jason asked.

  “Yes. I got my degree in exercise science to help other people achieve a healthy lifestyle. I feel the need to prove myself and my skills every day.”

  “I can see it, Lauren. You’re beautiful both inside and out. Your chopped hair and burned skin don’t change a thing for me. I still want you,” Jason said and leaned down to kiss me. This time, it wasn’t to taste a tear. His sweet lips took the good half of my mouth between his. He tugged softly on my lips, careful to not disturb the injured part of my face.

  I could no longer resist. I needed to feel this man in every part of my body. “Jason,” I said, stopping our sensual kiss. “Is there a lock on the door?”

  4

  Jason

  I looked all over the side of the door and jiggled the handle but no locking mechanism existed. “No lock,” I said.

  “Get back over here. I want you,” Lauren said.

  “Do you think we’ll be alone for a while?”

  “I’m not expecting any visitors. The nurses have been seeing me every two hours on the dot. It’s only been an hour since the last time.”

  Not only was my cock hard but hearing Lauren ask me to lock the door made some pre-cum leak out. My balls ached for release. I returned to the chair and sat next to Lauren.

  “Kiss me,” Lauren begged. I pressed my lips to hers, then she parted her mouth open and let my tongue inside. The warm, slippery, slow motions of my tip on hers about made me explode. My movements became more enthusiastic, then she pulled back.

  “Did that hurt?” I asked.

  “Yeah, it did. But it was so hot.”

  I kissed the side of her neck that wasn’t injured. Her smooth tan skin tasted like heaven. Lauren began to moan as I sucked on her neck. Her tender sounds made me want more.

  I lifted the top of her white sheet. “Is that gown all you have on?”

  “Yes. It’s one layer too many right now.” Lauren’s face and neck looked flushed with pink and her breathing was even heavier than mine.

  Leaving her covered in the sheet, I ran my hands underneath to her legs. They were soft, yet firm with muscle. Every inch I ran my hands along her thighs made my balls draw upward that much more. I had never been so turned on in my life.

  “That’s it, Jason. Your hands feel so strong.” Because she had been wearing clothes during the explosion, nothing below her neck was injured, meaning I was free to explore.

  “Lauren, I want to taste all of you,” I said, moving down to the end of the bed. I exposed her feet and licked the ends of her toes, wondering if the pink nail polish matched her pussy. While massaging her arches, I swirled my tongue all around her toes, stimulating the endless nerve endings down there.

  “Damn, I feel that all the way up to my pussy,” Lauren said. It took a lot of restraint to not pull my hard cock out already.

  Still wanting to taste all of her, I let my tongue travel up to her calves and shins. Every lick felt like static electricity, filling my soul with what it needed. As my mouth made its way up past her knees onto her inner thighs, she began to squirm. I pressed her legs further apart and nibbled on the tops of her thighs, the warmth of her honeypot radiating onto my head.

  “Shit, I can’t take any more of this,” Lauren said as her fingers began to stroke her clit. I lifted my eyes and watched her painted fingernails spin in circles as she tried to ease the tension. I grabbed her glistening fingertips and sucked on them to taste her.

  “Keep an eye on the door if you can,” I said, sliding her hand away. Pressing my tongue to her sweet wetness, I intended to show her just how deep my feelings ran for her.

  “Oh, Jason,” Lauren moaned, grabbing what she could of my short hair. My lips latched onto her clit and I licked it up and down, then changed the shape of my tongue and varied the pressure. Lauren writhed in pleasure as my mouth played between her legs.

  “Is this good pressure for you?” I asked between licks.

  “Uh-huh,” she nodded, her eyes fixated on the door handle.

  My hands itched to feel her tits and find out if she liked nipple play. As I continued to lick and suck around her clit, a hand traveled up her midsection until it found a soft, firm mound. I caressed her hard nipple between my fingers and her moans became louder. That left one hand still free, so I slipped a finger inside her wet pussy and stroked her as her pussy strangled me tightly.

  “Jason, press harder with your mouth and don’t stop.” Her breathing became faster and I could feel the muscles in her thighs and pelvis contracting. After a few more seconds, her hips pressed upward into my mouth as her sweet pussy came all over my face. Lauren had grabbed a pillow to bite onto to keep from screaming. I held my large, firm palm under her ass while her body continued to shudder and convulse. My mouth didn’t leave her pussy until I felt her settling down.

  “That was hot,” was all I could think to say at that moment.

  “Um, yeah. I’ve felt nothing like it,” Lauren said.

  “That was just a small token of how I feel about you. I want to make you feel like that forever,” I said, standing up from the bed.

  “Oh my God, what is in your shorts?” Lauren asked.

  “I’m like this most of the time I’m around you,” I said. My hard cock threatened to burst out the seams of my shorts.

  “Do you have a condom?” Lauren asked.

  “No,” I said. “Like I said earlier, you’re the first I’ve had an interest in for years. I thought I’d be finding you in worse shape. A condom was the last thing on my mind.”

  “That’s okay. Get over here, sit on the edge of the bed.” Lauren patted the mattress next to her hot body. My crotch buzzed in anticipation as I settled in on the bed.

  Lauren

  My pussy was still tingling when Jason sat on the bed. It wanted to wrap around his hard cock so bad but we needed to play it safe since we hardly knew each other. I sat up straighter to lean forward and winced.

  “Are you okay?” Jason asked when he saw the pained expression on my face.

  “Yeah, the side of my neck hurts. It’s hard to bend it right now.”

  “Don’t do anything that hurts. Don’t feel obligated, I pleasured you to show you how I feel about you.”

  “I’m good. It’s your turn to keep an eye on the door. I have to admit, I wasn’t doing a good job of it when you were eating me out,” I said as my hand slid down his hard abs and onto the thick rod poking up in his shorts.

  “I’ll do my best,” Jason said as he let out a moan and closed his eyes, already failing to keep a watch for visitors.

  It hurt to draw my legs up under me and lean my face toward his crotch. I wanted to taste him so I didn’t lead on about how much it hurt to scrunch my neck forward. After pulling the waistband of his shorts up and out, I gasped. “Holy shit, how big is that?”

  “I’m harder than ever, being here with you. It feels like it’ll explode.”

  I wrapped my hand around his shaft and stroked him up and down a few times while my mouth sucked on his neck. His tattooed arms braced against the mattress and tensed. Every cord of muscle that I could see bulged as my lips teased his skin and hand stroked his cock.

  Never had I been one to do this with someone I barely knew but there was something different about Jason. It just felt “right” giving each other pleasure.

  Ignoring the pain, I lowered my mouth onto the tip of his cock and teased his head with my tongue. His deep moans reverberated all the way to my pussy as my mouth slid further down his shaft. I wished I could straddle him instead.

  Jason pushed me back and stood up. “Hold on,” he said as he walked toward the side of the room.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked, confused why he’d stop the sugar.

  “It’s so obvious it hurts for you to be leaning forward like that. I can’t have my
woman in pain.” He grabbed a box of tissues and sat back next to me. “A good old fashioned handjob would be amazing. That way, we have a better chance of stopping if we hear someone coming in.”

  Relief washed over me as I realized he cared more about relieving my pain than he did his own pleasure. I spit a string of saliva down to my hand and resumed stroking him.

  “That’s it, Lauren. It won’t take long.”

  Jason was the manliest creature I had ever met. His tall, muscular frame was the epitome of alpha. However, at that moment, I felt like a queen with his cock in my fist. I held the power to give him the most intense experience of his life.

  “Faster, Lauren,” Jason said as he grabbed a handful of tissue and held it in front of his cock. A trickle of pre-cum glistened on his tip as I felt his shaft swelling even larger in my palm.

  “This is so hot,” I said as the first spurts exploded from his cock. Jason had a tight grip on the sheets as my hand continued to stroke the ribbons of cum from him. An impossible amount of seed soaked the wad of tissues in his hand.

  “I think I died and arrived in heaven,” he said as he caught his breath and the contractions subsided. I finally let go of his cock, which was still semi-hard in my hand.

  “I’m glad I could make you feel like you made me feel,” I said.

  Jason walked over to the restroom and flushed the evidence. When he returned to the chair next to me, I grasped his hand.

  “I don’t know what got into me,” I said.

  “I do. You feel it, just like I do. We’re supposed to be together,” Jason said.

  I heard the voice of the head nurse in the hallway and sat up straight. Moments later, she opened the door, with a group of visitors behind her.

  “Lauren, I hope you don’t mind, the rescue workers who brought you in last night dropped by for a quick visit.”

  Well, shit. No more alone time with Jason.

  “That’s cool,” I said.

  “I see you’ve already got one of the firefighters here in the room with you. The other ones are here,” the nurse said. “I’ll be back later to check on you.”

  In the corner of my eye, I saw Jason’s body tense up. His eyes followed the group of firefighters as four or five of them streamed into my room.