Blazed: A Firefighter Romance

by Posey Parks

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHANDLER

  Gabrielle tried to pull every skeleton bone from my closet tonight. One missed call.

  I listened to the voicemail.

  “Chandler, it’s Dad. I love you and miss you. I know you won’t, but call sometimes...”

  I tossed my cell across the bed. Boy, good old John didn’t give up. He was to blame for mom’s death.

  My brother Brian didn’t blame him. That weekend my brother and me were supposed to go with dad on a male bonding fishing trip, but I refused. I wanted to stay home with mom.

  The report I received from the private investigator proved what I already knew. An arsonist set the fire at our house. I wasn’t supposed to be there. He also uncovered that mom was having an affair. It was convenient dad and Brian were away. I wouldn’t have needed to be saved if I’d gone on the trip. Who was the mystery man who rescued me? It was time to meet him.

  Early Saturday morning, I received a call from my grandfather.

  “Pretty early for you to be calling? Gearing up for an early tee time?”

  “Hello to you too, grandson. How long are you going to shut out this side of your family?”

  “Forever.”

  “Chandler, you don’t mean that. Listen, you’ve traveled the world. You’ve been fighting fires for a few years now. It’s time to come home and fulfill your legacy.”

  I smirked as I retrieved the orange juice from the refrigerator.

  “It was only a matter of time before you called again. You have Dad and Brian. You don’t need me.”

  “Nonsense. This is your birthright.”

  “I love you, grandfather. I don’t want to run the company. I’m happy doing what I do.”

  “You run around that town as Chandler Cassady instead of Cassady with an I. It’s only a matter of time before everyone learns who you really are. The heir to a billion-dollar energy windmill and solar energy corporation. I see you are still living off the first ten-million-dollar trust fund payout.”

  “I make good money as a firefighter. Besides, Uncle Dirk insisted on purchasing my first house. It’s in a town called Buckhead. Not far from my job.”

  “He did. But I called Seth myself and wired the money to purchase the house.”

  I almost dropped the glass of orange juice. “Grandfather, why?”

  “You’re forcing my hand. I’ll give you two months. Then Brian’s coming to get you and bring you home. You will run this company with your brother on your twenty-fifth birthday. I love you, Chandler.”

  He disconnected the call not allowing me to object. “Fuck!” I hurled the glass of orange juice across the kitchen. The glass shattered into little bitty pieces.

  Talk about not giving a shit about what I wanted. That was my grandfather. He wanted his heirs to run our corporation. I understood. Every wealthy old man wanted their family to run the company. They didn’t trust anyone else.

  I LOADED THE CAKE BOXES into the backseat of my pickup truck. “Where to?” I asked, climbing behind the steering wheel.

  She texted the address to me. I placed my cell on the dashboard. The map blurted out my first turn.

  “I can’t believe you are using the map feature. I thought maybe you knew how to get around every part of this city.”

  “In Atlanta. Not Decatur. I believe we assisted as backup around the airport. That was the only time I’d worked outside our district.”

  “Oh, ok.”

  My stress was mounting, but I couldn’t let Gabrielle know my life was unraveling. Eventually, I’d have to tell her who I was. “Do you have any other cake orders coming up?”

  “Nope. I have two orders to fill the last week in July. So, I have a week off.”

  I smiled. “Good. We can spend time together.”

  “Yeah, we can.” She blushed.

  After we delivered the cakes, I drove to my new house. Couldn’t believe grandfather purchased this place. What if I had changed my mind? He wouldn’t have cared. He would have sold the property and turned a profit. Buckhead was one of the top cities in Atlanta. You could always make more money on your investment if you sold a Buckhead property.

  “This is it.” The truck rolled to a stop in the driveway and I threw it in park.

  “Chandler, it’s beautiful.”

  “I love the cedar wood against the black trim. Nice touch.”

  “I thought so too.” I unlocked the door and extended my hand. “After you. The outside of the house drew me in. Especially, the oversized windows. I’ll add solar energy panels to the roof.”

  “Wow, you already had a seventy-five-inch TV delivered. Did you close the deal this morning?”

  “Yup,” I lied. Grandfather closed on the house behind my back.

  “Oh, Chandler, there’s a note on the box.”

  Enjoy your housewarming gift.

  Love, Jack.

  Her eyes widened. “Who’s Jack?”

  “My grandfather. His first name is my middle name.”

  “Chandler Jack Cassady. I love it.” She leaned up on her tippy toes and pecked my lips.

  Gabrielle strolled into the kitchen first, of course.

  “Wow, state-of-the-art appliances.” She nodded her head from room to room.

  “A three-bedroom house is a nice investment.”

  “I thought so too. I’ll probably turn the third bedroom into a game room. We have a workout room at work, so I won’t need to worry about that feature.”

  “You didn’t want a basement?”

  “No. Just the one floor.”

  Her smile rose and fell. “I understand.” She rested her arms on the granite countertop. “If you aren’t busy tonight, I thought I’d take you to dinner.”

  “I’d love to be anywhere with you.” I leaned over, kissing her lips.

  ∞

  We sat at a four-top table in a busy, upscale restaurant, later that night.

  The waiter took our order. I peeked around the restaurant. Sheer white curtains surrounded the walls. Huge white pillars separated the room from the fresh seafood bar. Every table was lined with white table cloths. Navy seat covers graced every chair. The restaurant was beautiful.

  “Have you ever been here before?”

  “No, this is my first time at Kyma’s. I baked an order for a lady who works here. As a favor she squeezed us in. They are booked out two months.”

  “Wow, the food must be amazing.”

  “I am a little nervous about you trying the food. But the owner is from Greece, so I’m pretty confident you’ll love it. Tell me a funny story from your childhood.”

  I didn’t want to tell her I didn’t have any. “Let me think. I waited too late to learn how to surf. Most kids learned early on. I didn’t learn until I was twelve. I desperately wanted to learn how to pop up on my surfboard. Basically, you start out lying on your stomach, then you jump up on the surfboard as you’re trying to catch a wave. I tried multiple times to jump up on the surfboard. My trainer told me I could do it. After so long, he became irritated because I couldn’t get it. We were the only two out that far in the ocean early in the morning. So I thought. I squinted, then my eyes bulged. Shark I yelled. I jumped up on that board so fast, and got the hell out of there.”

  Gabrielle bent over laughing. Her oval eyes were like little sun cups. So beautiful.

  “My trainer caught up with me. He said, ‘what were you running from?’ I said, ‘the shark.’ He said, ‘that was a piece of trash.’ I was so embarrassed. He said, ‘at least you’ve learned the technique now.’”

  “Yeah, that is one way to learn. That’s so funny. I bet it was scary at the time.”

  “Hell, yeah it was,” I chuckled.

  “Your turn.”

  “Hm, lets see.” She sipped her glass of red wine.

  I dug into the delicious Greek meatball. “You were right. The food is spot on.”

  “I am happy you like it. When my sister and I were kids, I asked her to play house with me all the time. Yo
u know, I had to be the cook.”

  I nodded.

  “My sister began telling me no. So I played alone. Dragging my plastic kitchen and toy food all over the house. My mom made Erica help me clean up every time. Erica said it wasn’t fair she had to help me clean up when she wasn’t the one playing with the toys. Well, one day, Mom left an empty box in our bedroom for toy donations. Erica filled the box last and taped it up. The next day, I walked over to my little kitchen. I pulled open the oven door. There were my pots, but no food. I searched high and low. My food was gone. I told my mom. We all searched for the food. She finally asked my sister did she do something to the toy food. She sighed and said yes. I gave them away in the donation box. I cried so hard. Talk about being devastated. She said she hated cleaning up my mess. Mom bought new toy food for me. I never asked my sister to play with me or help clean up.”

  “That’s traumatizing.”

  “I know. She probably helps me bake now because she still feels guilty.”

  “Yeah. Probably,” I laughed.

  WE STROLLED THROUGH Centennial park an hour later, hand in hand under the stars.

  “This is a perfect first date. Thanks again for dinner. Not sure how I’ll top that.”

  Her head fell against my arm. “I’m not sure either. I did good.” She smiled.

  I stopped and turned to face her. Those plump lips begged to be caressed by mine. I marveled her beautiful face. She wore light makeup, not too heavy. I loved it. Our eyes locked. “You are the real treat tonight. I was serious. I’d love to spend all my free time with you.” I swept her lips with mine. Her tongue darted into my mouth. I gripped her ass, pushing her flush against my hard cock. Our tongues tangled, fighting for control.

  “Gabrielle,” I growled against her lips. “You make my dick so hard. I want to be so deep inside your pussy.”

  “Yes, I want to feel you inside of me,” she moaned.

  “We better stop. If we don’t, we’ll end up at my condo where I’d happily make love to you until the next day. But I don’t want you to think that’s all I want.”

  “Chandler, I want it to happen now, with you.”

  I held her face. “Baby, listen. We’ll wait. Trust me, it will be worth it. I’m the only man who will ever be so deep inside that pussy. You’re mine, Gabrielle.”

  ∞

  She was silent in route to her apartment. The moment I halted at the curb, she jumped out. “Goodnight, Chandler.”

  Gabrielle ran inside the building. “What just happened?”

  I hopped out of the truck and rang her buzzer. She didn’t answer. I laid on the button. She finally buzzed me inside. I took the stairs two at a time. Gabrielle leaned against her door, holding it open.

  “Yes, Chandler,” she said through gritted teeth.

  I scooped her up into my arms. Her legs hooked around my waist.

  “What are you doing?” I locked the door, then stalked into her bedroom. She flipped on the light.

  “Is this what you want?” I sucked on her lips.

  “Tell me right now, are we losing our virginity tonight?”

  Her eyes widened, and she tugged my neck tighter.

  I laid Gabrielle on the bed, hovering over her. I slithered my tongue around her neck and gripped her perky breast.

  “Answer now, Gabrielle.” I stood on my knees and peeled off my blazer.

  She didn’t stop me. I continued undressing, until I sat in her midst in only my navy boxers.

  “Oh, my God, your body is gorgeous.” Her fingers traced over my mother’s face tatted on my upper shoulder.

  She propped up on her elbows. “You make me vulnerable. You’re the first man I let get this close. I know I shouldn’t, but I want to give all of myself to you. At the park you told me I belonged to you. And I agree, I do. I want us to make love, Chandler.”

  “Baby, we have plenty of time. But it doesn’t mean I can’t tongue fuck your wet little hole until you come all over my tongue.”

  “Oh, fuck yes, Chandler.”

  I slipped her sundress over her head. My eyes roved over her brown skin.

  “Remove your bra.”

  Gabrielle did as she was told. My palms slid over her mouth watering globes. I sucked her taut nipple into my mouth, then fucking bit it, pulling a passionate scream from her lips.

  “I love the taste of your skin. Every inch of this beautiful body is mine.”

  Her fingers caressed my back. I gripped her other breast as I sucked her nipple for dear life.

  “It feels so good, Chandler,” she purred.

  “I’ve jacked off to the thought of your beautiful face.” My fingers trailed along her tummy, dipping below the waistband of her lace panties. I bit her neck as my fingers slipped within her soaked folds. Was it normal for a woman to be this wet?

  “Chandler, I only want you to be my first.” Her fingers gripped my shoulders. “I want you. I want you so bad.”

  Snatching off her panties, I chucked them over my shoulder. Pinning her knees back, I stared at her glistening center. My mouth watered. Her pussy begged to be licked.

  “Fuck, baby, I need to confirm your pussy taste as good as it looks.”

  She bit her lower lip.

  My nose brushed the fine hairs on her mound. Eager to taste her, I slid my tongue along her wet goodness. “Damn, you taste like my forever.” I peeked up at her and winked.

  She grinned, then her smile dropped. “I better be the only woman you taste, Chandler.”

  “You are, baby.” I swirled my tongue around the little bud I previously bypassed, that now peeked at me, begging to be kissed. I was coming back for it. I was told the nerve endings in that little bud could drive a woman crazy. I sucked her clit into my mouth.

  She yanked my hair. “Oh, oh. Something is happening. And I can’t control it,” she screamed.

  I guess my cousins were right. No letting up. Wiggling my tongue against the tip, I slipped one finger inside her quivering tight hole.

  “Oh, god. Oh, god,” she yelled. Gabrielle shoved her pussy into my mouth.

  “Yeah, give it to me, Gabrielle. You taste so fucking good. I will never get enough of your pussy.” I caressed her shaky leg as I tongue fucked her hole.

  “Baby, baby,” she cried.

  I mean, she fucking cried. Good. I had her right where I wanted her. “This pussy is mine, Gabrielle.”

  “All yours, Chandler,” she sniffled.

  My nose dragged along her thigh, then up the side of her body, until we were face-to-face.

  I kissed her wet tears away.

  She gripped my face and pushed her tongue into my mouth. Our tongues passionately caressed. Her hand dipped inside my boxers, setting my cock free.

  Gabrielle broke our kiss and stared at my long cock between us.

  “He’s all mine for sure.” She flashed that sexy devilish smile.

  “I want to suck him into my mouth.”

  My forehead creased. “And I want to eat your pussy again. I have a solution.”

  I rolled on my back and flipped her on top of me. “Turn around.”

  The second she faced away from me I pulled her ass toward my mouth. She leaned over and slid her tongue along the side of my cock, then licked under the head.

  “Fuck, Gabby.”

  “You like that?”

  “Yes, baby.”

  She sucked the head between her plump lips. “Shit, baby.”

  My thumbs pulled her pussy lips open, I widened my tongue, licking slowly from the bottom to the top, sucking up all of her sweet juices.

  Gabrielle licked the tip of my cock as she massaged my balls.

  I could barely focus as she sucked my dick faster.

  Clutching her fat ass, my tongue twirled around her clit, then I sucked the delicate flesh into my mouth.

  “Chandler, yes.”

  I slipped my tongue back into her hole and drank up her come. I hooked two fingers into her pulsating hole and attacked her G-spot.

  “
I’m coming again.”

  And she couldn’t stop. I loved every minute. The way she fell apart for me and would only always fall apart for me, made my cock rock hard.

  I circled my tongue around her clit as she collected herself or attempted to anyways. She sucked my balls into her mouth and hummed.

  “Gabrielle.” Fuck, I came undone like a bitch. I swear my toes curled. What the hell.

  She lowered her mouth over my cock again, sucking fast then slow.

  “Don’t stop, baby.” That last time my dick hit the back of her throat, I lost it. Come shot out of my cock and exploded in her mouth.

  “Damn, Gabrielle,” I groaned.

  I continued on my mission to make her come again. I sucked her lips then flicked her clit until she was clenching the sheets. Sucking her clit into my mouth the final time, sent her over the edge. Her cum poured from her quivering hole into my mouth. Our bodies heaved against each other.

  “Come here.”

  “Chandler, I can’t move. My legs won’t stop shaking.”

  I rolled over, sat up, and pulled her into my lap. “That was fucking incredible.”

  Her nose brushed against mine and her fingers slipped through my hair. “It was magical.”

  Her brown eyes were radiant. “You keep my cock hard.”

  She smiled. “Good.” Her lips melted against mine. “Stay with me tonight.”

  “All right.”

  Her eyes danced over my features. “You are truly the sexiest man I’ve ever seen.” She blushed.

  “Baby, I can never get your gorgeous ass off my mind. And now that I’ve tasted your sweet pussy, I know I’ll be between your legs every chance I get.”

  Her brows rose. “Oh, I love that,” she giggled. “Your salty and sweet cum taste so good.”

  I devoured her lips again, pulling her with me onto the pillow.

  “We feel so right, Chandler.”

  “We definitely do.”

  She nuzzled her nose against my neck. My hand gripped, then caressed her ass. Her skin felt good against mine. I never wanted to let her go. In my arms laid the only woman I ever desired.