Dad's EMT Best Friend

by Flora Ferrari

  “Mind? How could I mind? I love you Bree. C’mere.”

  We kiss again, then instead of wanting to do anything else I just hold her for what feels like hours, probably is. Just lying there, holding each other. I pull the covers over us when it gets chilly, and we listen to the rain on the roof together. I doze off a few times and each time I wake, or have her jerk in my arms when the thunder goes off again. I smile, happy as she nuzzles up against me.

  My aching member won’t go down, but it’s alright. I’ve pleased my woman. I’ve staked my claim and it’s only when she tells me she’s ready that I’ll show her how a real man treats his woman right.

  I feel happy for the first time in my whole life.

  Complete.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  Bree

  I thought I’d be some kind of sex machine once I got a hold of Kit. That I’d go at it all night with him, draining his balls and leaving him a shriveled husk of a man in the bed next to me.

  Truth?

  Once he made me come and I told him I’m a virgin, I felt as weak as a kitten and was so glad when he just told me he loved me, told me everything was alright and we could do it when I was ready.

  The best sleeping pill is a two hundred pound, athletic male who only wants to spoon and stroke my hair all night. I’ve never slept right through a storm, but with Kit, it was like being wrapped in a big warm cloud, waking up was almost a shame except I get to see him all over again.

  But he’s not in the bed next to me when I wake up.

  The dream I was having, him holding me, it’s not the one that matches real life once I open my eyes.

  The thunder pulls my lids open, the storm’s still going strong and without Kit holding me, I feel my first pangs of fear and apprehension. About the storm, about him and what we did… dad, everything.

  Squeezing my eyes shut, I try and get back to sleep, willing myself to forget about everything, even for just a few more hours, but it’s no use. I’m awake and something in me needs to know where he is.

  I miss him already.

  Over the rolling thunder and the shimmer of rain from the tin roof, the warmth of him still in my bed next to me, I get something else. Something that stirs my senses some more.

  Bacon.

  Then coffee, and toast…

  My god, either dad’s back or… if Kit’s made me breakfast, I swear I’ll fuck him…

  Right after we eat, I’m starving.

  I hear my door creak so I pretend to be asleep still. If it is dad, there’s no way I want him to know what’s happened, if it’s Kit though…

  “Morning.” I hear him say softly, stroking my hair back, and another shot of thunder with a perfectly timed flash of lightning illuminates Kit against the open doorway behind him.

  He’s wearing track pants and another of those EMT t-shirts, a white one this time, and I can see his dark, ripped body flexing underneath as he holds a loaded breakfast tray with one hand.

  I gasp, wanting to ask about dad, about everything that happened last night, but I’m so hungry, plus Kit’s eyes are so relaxed. He’s not worried, so why should I be?

  “I got a message, your dad’s still busy, they had a few dramas last night.”

  I sit up fully, wide awake now, “Is he alright?” I ask, suddenly concerned for dad, even over everything else.

  “He’s fine,” Kit reassures me, and waits until I’m sitting up properly while he helps put some pillows behind my head, resting the tray on the dresser for now.

  “How’s the neck?” he asks, and as if by magic, I get a shooting pain at the mention of it.

  “Fine!” I lie, noticing Kit looking at me sideways.

  “Fine, huh? Well, we’ll see… maybe some aspirin after breakfast will help if it’s still sore. I don’t think it’s anything more than a sprain. No headache, pins or needles?”

  I could have him examine me.

  “I do have this terrible ache…” I begin, and I feel terrible as I watch his face fall, seeing his concern.

  “Where, show me.” He says suddenly.

  I lift back the covers, and take his hand, I put it straight on my mound, which starts to tremble at his touch.

  “Oh… I see…” Kit growls, settling himself down on his knees by the bed, greedily taking in my nakedness with his eyes. Laying his huge hand right on me, he lets his other hand trace right down my whole body from my face, pausing at my stiffening nipples, before letting it join his other hand as he opens my legs fully, breathing me in like morning air off the lake.

  “Is it serious?” I ask him innocently.

  “I think I have something for that ache.” He says, still growling, a devilish grin on his lips.

  “But first, I want to watch you eat something, we skipped dinner last night and I don’t want to see you not eating right. Here…”

  He walks on his knees a couple of steps, over to the dresser and fetches the tray, and I make a space next to myself for it. I move the covers back over me, but Kit’s not having that.

  “Ah… I’d like my breakfast with a view, please…” he says in a deep, commanding tone, sending a shiver of fresh arousal through me, almost taking my mind off the steaming pile of bacon, sausage and egg.

  Almost.

  The thought of anyone else seeing me eat so close, let alone naked would normally send my anxiety through the roof. But with Kit, everything with Kit, it’s like the most natural thing in the world. I don’t feel him judging me or even focusing on anything much. He’s just happy to be with me, like we’ve finally joined the dots and can be ourselves now.

  But there’s still one more thing we need to do, I know it and I know he’s thinking about it as much as I am while we both eat.

  He feeds me a couple of mouthfuls of his food, but I like to eat on my own. Spoon feeding is for babies and I need to get this down so we can go straight to dessert.

  The thunder and lightning dies down, but the rain, it’s coming down heavier than ever.

  I think of my dad again, out there in the rain. I hope he’s safe, and just can’t help feeling bad all over again about what we’re doing. I mean, this is his house too.

  Reading my mind, Kit takes my empty plate and takes the tray up from the bed, “Let’s just enjoy today, okay? We can deal with your dad when the time comes. Let’s not spoil our fun now.”

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  Bree

  Kit’s right. I shouldn’t think about stuff that hasn’t even happened yet. He’s not mad I’m worried about dad, I know he is too. I mean, neither of us wants to hurt dad, but I just know he’ll freak when he finds out.

  I just wish we could be someplace else.

  Well… we haven’t really done it yet either… so…

  I’m trying to reason with myself. Maybe we could wait until we get back after the weekend. Kit and I could just spend some time getting to know each other better. There’s no reason to go rushing into things.

  Who am I kidding? I can barely move without almost coming, just at the thought of him inside me. I’m totally useless right now, and I wasn’t kidding about that ache, it’s crippling me.

  Kit’s got the cure alright, and I need him now more than ever. We have to do it before dad gets back, we must.

  We can get to know each other better afterwards, I promise I’ll be a good girl after we do it. Once he claims me, good and proper, then I’ll be unplugged. I won’t be so hung up on the physical side of things.

  Right?

  As soon as Kit comes back a few moments later, I hear the urgency in my own voice as I call his name. I peel back the covers again and watch his eyes widen with desire, his thickness at near full attention in two or three heart beats, the time it takes for him to get back over to the bed, to come over to me.

  Ready to claim me.

  “Are you sure?” he asks, and I watch the whole room pumping up and down in time with my head. I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life.

  If there was a record for und
ressing, Kit beats it, and I don’t even mind that I don’t get to peel his clothes off that rippling body. I just know one thing, that it’s now or never and I need him inside me, right fucking now.

  He wants to go down on me again, but the near annoyed urgency in my cries, the whimpering moan I let out as I tug at his hair, pulling his face back up to me, then putting my arms as far around his huge back as I can reach laying down… I think he gets the message.

  There’s a moment of concern in his eyes, like I might be sick, or some sort of complication from my neck. But once my hand grips his thick rod and starts tugging it towards my twitching hole, which makes me gasp as I feel it opening wider, ready for him. He knows, and I know too, that this is the moment we’ve both been waiting for.

  “Once I claim you Bree, you’re mine forever, understand?” Kit says firmly.

  I can feel myself writhing underneath him, trying hard to pull him inside me, but he’s using his strength to hold back, to make sure I understand him.

  I nod furiously, whining like a wild animal, the wetness is pouring from me now, something’s been unlocked and it needs him inside me to complete the circuit.

  “Pleeeaasseee…” I beg him, “I want you so bad Kit.”

  I’m gasping for air, but it’s his cock I’m hungriest for, and I jump suddenly as I feel the smooth heat of his head resting against my swollen lips.

  Kit growls low and uses his supreme strength to hover above me, circling my entrance with his rigid, plum sized tip which I can feel pulsing against me, both our heart beats like a drum.

  I force myself in concentration to work him inside me, slowly but firmly. I cry out as I grip the sheets, scrunching them with my hands, before settling on holding Kit for support instead, he’s so calm and focused, his eyes are pinned to mine, making sure I’m alright. Making sure he’s not missing a second of this either.

  I want to have him thrust up inside me, but after a few moments, like my plans for the first night. It’s pretty clear that Kit’s a big boy and its gonna take some warming up before I’m riding him properly.

  He inches inside me, and my eyes widen as I stretch, shuddering, calling out Kit’s name, who keeps assuring me softly and firmly that everything’s fine. He doesn’t have to tell me, I’ve never felt anything so good, and if this is just the beginning, then sign me up for a lifetime subscription to the Kit’s cock club.

  Kit pulls out, making me pout and I realize it’s only been his tip inside me so far, he reaches a hand down and gives himself a squeeze, making me feel a warm slick of his precome join my own wetness, and he uses it to slide back inside me, making me lift my hips up, thrusting forward as I gradually make him penetrate me fully.

  The last few inches, he slides in easier, I feel a sharpness for a second, which makes me wince, but after that, I feel like I’m ready for some real action.

  I wiggle and twist under him until with one movement and a final thrust of his, I gasp aloud as Kit’s finally all the way in, and I can feel him straight away in some place which makes my whole body start to jerk and shake straight away.

  I’m climaxing again, on his cock this time and it feels a thousand times better than it did last night. Something in me seems to know, and right away I decide that I want Kit’s baby inside me. I want him forever for real. And I want to be his forever, for real. Just like he said.

  In no time, we have a rhythm going and I feel that first climax stretch out over what feels like a year, with each thrust and grind from Kit all the way deep inside me igniting the same spark all over again, it’s the best feeling in the whole world and I want his seed inside me now more than ever.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  Kit

  I have the phone in my hand, in the kitchen after breakfast. I wanna call Mark, I really do. I have to tell him, it’s the right thing to do.

  But I just can’t.

  I tell myself a bunch of reasons why, number one being the damned rain and thunder on the roof. I can hardly hear myself think, let alone make phone calls.

  I got his message though, he’s tied up, workaholic that he is, once he gets on a roll there’s no stopping him. If there’s one man in the whole county who can lead a crisis to recovery, it’s Mark.

  It’s his gift.

  Mine on the other hand, is waiting for me in the next room, and I’m starting to think I don’t know if I can wait, I mean, I’ve got male anatomy here with a mind of its own. If I don’t unload soon, there could be permanent damage.

  Feels like it anyway.

  My prayers are answered as soon as I see her, she’s in desperate need of it as much as I am.

  See! She is the one for you, it’s meant to be.

  Once I make sure she’s okay, I finally work my way inside her, and damn! If she isn’t the tightest thing ever. I can’t even remember the last time I was with a woman, but I know that now I’m home, with Bree, I need never even think about that stuff ever again either.

  I swear I’m about to blow as soon as I get inside her. She’s so tight, warm and feels like she was just made for me, but as soon as I feel her magic spot, all the way deep inside her, I seem to get harder than ever and feel like I could fuck forever.

  I feel her shuddering under me in no time at all, but her body urges me to keep going, to keep giving it to her. Her eyes are so wide, almost black with her own arousal, and the urgent grinding of her tunnel over my meat is signal enough that she’s only just getting started.

  While I stay inside her, she wants me to take her in so many different positions, I start to feel like a gymnast, I sense my own time is coming and groaning, I let her know as much.

  She gets on her back again, and guides me as deep as I can go back inside her. Her thick legs give me the best cushioning, and I feel so lucky she has a real body, something a man of my size can grab onto and really feel against me.

  She lifts her legs high, with her heels hanging over my shoulders as she lifts her hips high and I slide both my hands under her, getting so deep I call out in disbelief, my cock starting to twitch deep inside her as my balls rise up, ready to fill her completely.

  “Take me Kit…” she says again, and with a whimpering plea that’s beyond words, it draws the very heart and essence out of me. I feel it traveling up my shaft, which swells to breaking point before it floods her in heaving pulses.

  We both moan out loud as I feel my seed filling her and she greedily wiggles herself down onto me further, getting every last inch, every last drop of me before she succumbs to her own final and explosive climax.

  I’m locked inside her, and she’s got her nails digging into my sides as she pulls on me, urging me closer to her as we both feel our bodies disappear, finally becoming one in the best way possible.

  I’ve never felt anything like it, not alone or with anyone else, and I just know Bree hasn’t either. Something magical just happened and we both know it without even having to say a word.

  She clenches down on me, long after our shared climax is over, the smallest waves and ripples of it still echoing inside us both. The rain on the roof, I can hear it again. There’s thunder and some lightning too, I haven’t noticed any while being with Bree. The whole world could have ended and we wouldn’t even know.

  Our new world has just started though, that’s for sure.

  “I love you Kit,” she murmurs. I feel myself slipping out of her and we both sigh at the loss.

  “I love you more,” I tell her and I mean it. There’s nothing I love more in the world now, now that she’s finally mine.

  “Do you think…” she starts to ask, but I stop her.

  “I think I might need a little bit of a rest.” I assure her, and I mean it, making her giggle as she punches my chest softly.

  “No… I mean, do you think a girl can tell the moment she gets pregnant?”

  I watch her eyes as I think about it, she’s waiting for me to react badly. I can tell she regrets asking me so suddenly.

  I kiss her gently, full on the lips a
nd then whisper into her ear, “I think a girl can, and I hope you just did… I love you Bree and I want to have a whole houseful of babies with you… if that’s what you want.”

  She exhales dreamily, pulling me closer again, hugging my neck.

  “Oh, I want Kit Bannon. I definitely want.”

  I tell her she can have anything she wants starting right now, now that she’s mine, I don’t have anything else I need in this whole world, other than what we create together.

  Collapsing beside her again, I feel myself relaxed fully for once. I feel relief, happiness and certainty. A space has been filled inside me, inside my life.

  We both fall asleep again naturally, forgetting everything again, even the rain and the storm outside, which hasn’t stopped for a second since yesterday.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  Bree

  I don’t know how long I’ve slept, but I’m suddenly wide awake, the taste of Kit and my breakfast still on my mouth. I wonder where he’s gotten to, but tell myself not to worry.

  You’ve got him… and he’s got you, nothing to worry about anymore.

  But there is something to worry about, and the fresh memory of it makes me bolt upright, suddenly sick to my stomach.

  The wind and rain outside, on the roof, it hasn’t let up and I can hear something banging somewhere in the house.

  A shutter come loose maybe? I’m not sure. Kit will…

  But I hear it again, louder, more insistent. Something’s not right and hurrying out of bed, I wrap a robe around myself, shivering with a chill.

  It’s not a shutter banging, it’s the front door. I feel my heart in my throat as I race towards it, watching the wild weather outside. Lightning flashes while the rain beats down still, the wind has whipped up along the whole hillside, bending trees and of course, thrashing the door open and closed, the entrance rug caught up in the frame, stopping the door from closing each time it hits.

  I right the rug with my foot, and open my mouth to call out for Kit. I’m fully scared now, but something else catches my eyes and makes me close the door calmly and quietly.