Karl points at me with his stubby finger, taking a step toward me. He pushes his finger into my chest. “Did you hear me?”
I roll my eyes. “Yeah, I heard you.”
Hurting Rose is the last thing that I want to do. I would hate myself if I did anything to make tears fall from those beautiful eyes of hers. And I’m sure Max would pummel me into the ground as well. Not like I would need it.
“Good. And help me clean this place up.” He pushes me to the side as he cleans the rest of the counter.
I walk around and turn the chairs over. Max and I have done this more times than I can remember. Every late night when we didn’t want to go home, we’d help Karl close up shop. It was always our way of repaying him for the free food he gave us.
I clear the table at the end as Max walks through the door with three patties and buns. The smell is intoxicating and my stomach grumbles in recognition.
“This is just a light meal for the night.” Max stops in the middle of the floor and looks at us. “Why the fuck is it so gloomy in here? Did someone die?” He laughs.
“Just serve the burgers. Blake will fill you in later.” Karl throws the towel over his shoulder, his signature move, and grabs a patty and bun.
Chapter 13
Rose
I look up at the station. The tall pillars on each side looming over me. The giant gargoyles on top and the number 69 etched into the stone work. Somehow, it looks bigger than the last time I was here.
I look down at the pan in my hand. Freshly baked brownies. They feel heavier than they did when I walked out of my apartment just an hour ago.
I should go back. They wouldn’t even know that I came. It’ll be easy to live with myself that way, without getting rejected. Putting myself out there is too hard.
“Sweet cheeks?” Blake comes through a side door, a bag of burgers and buns in hand. “What are you doing here?” He’s gaining when he steps toward me. The roar of the New York traffic and the bustle of people melt away. I get lost in those big, muscular arms of his and those big, brown eyes.
Well, so much for going back home. Might as well make the best of it now.
I hold the pan of warm brownies in front of me. “I made some brownies and thought you guys might like some.” The pan shakes in front of me as my nerves start to take over. I can always drop the pan and high tail it out of here. I just don’t know if I can outrun Blake.
I take another look at him. His work pants fit snug on his legs, giving way to a slight bulge. I bite down on my lip and notice that I’ve been staring at his crotch for a little too long.
When I look up, Blake is grinning from ear to ear. Busted!
His eyes fall to the pan of brownies and he smirks at me. “You didn’t have to bake brownies to come see me.” He leans a little closer, his chest pressing against my shoulder. “I’m always down to meet with you.” A shiver runs through my back and I swallow the sudden lump in my throat. “I know a couple hiding spots where we can get a little more physical,” he whispers.
I gulp. It’s tempting. Really tempting, but I shake my head.
“That’s not it,” I mumble. I don’t know why I’m here, now that I think of it. I should go home. I turn on my heel and do an about face, my nerves taking over.
“Woah. Woah!” Blake’s fingers grab hold of my shoulder and pull me toward him. I fall backward into his chest and the heat between my legs intensifies. “I was only kidding. I don’t want to scare you away.” He holds the bag of buns in front. “We’re having a BBQ and could always use more people. Firefighters always cook too much.” The door cries as he swings it open and takes me inside. The roar of the busy New York street behind me dies and the low droning of an A/C unit fills the silence.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to intrude,” I whisper. My hands are still shaking and I can’t make myself stop. I look over at his fingers on my shoulder and think of somewhere else I’d want his hand to be. A little place more naughty, but I let the thought leave my head. “I don’t want you to get in trouble.” At this point, I’m going through every excuse in my head.
“You’re not intruding and you won’t get me in trouble. Actually, the boss will be happy you’re here,” he laughs and opens the door to the back of the station.
The smell of burgers fills the air. There is hustle and bustle around as different men work different stations of the BBQ. I nod and smile at them as we make our way to the grill. Blake takes the tray of brownies from my hand and pushes me toward the grill.
“Who’s the boss?” I ask, only to see Max behind the grill and flipping burgers. He’s wearing a tight apron that reads ‘Grill Boss’ and a white chef top hat. He’s got a white button up shirt underneath and dark blue BDUs hugging his thick legs.
“Rose?” His blue eyes light up the second they see me. He sets his spatula to the side and comes in for a hug, his massive arms wrapping against me. Without thinking about it, I nestle my head into the crook of his pecs.
So hard and comfortable at the same time. I take in his cologne and scent, a shiver running down my spine and to my pussy.
Fuck! I’m so horny, I think.
When he pulls me away, I almost want to cry. I want to nestle back against him and let the world wash away in his embrace. His fingers hold onto the side of my arms. “What a surprise to see you here,” he laughs and goes in for another hug. This time his hands wander down my back, stopping just above my waist.
“A good surprise, I hope,” I say.
“Always,” he answers and sniffs the air. “Fuck!” He runs over to the grill and flips a burger.
“I thought that firefighters don’t burn their meat,” I tease. He throws me a look and smirks at me.
“They usually don’t,” Blake answers behind. “And I’m better at working with my meat than he is.” My cheeks get burning hot and Max elbows him in the side.
“Don’t scare her away.” Max takes a burger off the grill and serves it to me. “Are you hungry? We’ve got plenty to go around.”
I am hungry, but for something else. The real reason that I came here.
I shake my head. “No, I’m not.” I lick my lips as I look at the glistening burger in front of me. Blake’s hand touches my back and grabs for the plate.
“Eat as much as you want. Nobody is going to judge you here. Beside running into fires, eating is the second requirement to being a firefighter,” he laughs and pats down at his stomach. Easier for him to say when he’s got a six pack. I’ve still got a curvy body that I don’t want to get too curvy.
Max leans over and smiles. “Plus, I like my girls curvy,” he whispers into my ear. I grab for the burger and take a bite, his words repeating inside my head over. And over. I might as well eat if he likes them curvy.
I spend the next thirty minutes sitting down with the rest of the firefighters and listening to them talk. That is until a siren goes off. All of them rush for the doors and I stand there, unsure of what to do.
A voice comes over the loudspeakers, “Cat stuck in tree on 34th and Boulevard. Cat stuck in tree on 34th and Boulevard.”
Max comes up behind me and shakes his head. “That’s the third call for that location today. This is getting ridiculous.” He takes me by the hand and into the station. Firefighters are running around, each putting their equipment on. One comes up to me and I almost don’t notice that it’s Blake.
“Duty calls,” he roars and hops onto the back of the fire truck. It blares its horn and pulls into the street. Just before it turns the corner down the street, Blake does a little bow and blows a kiss in my direction.
“Don’t you have to go with them?”
“Not for calls like this. Especially not when it’s the third one today.” He pulls on my hand and I can feel the goosebumps spread up my body. I close my eyes and take in his touch. “Looks like it’s just us two. Want to get a tour of my office?”
I nod.
He takes me through a series of doors until we come to a door at the back of the
building, his name written on the glass. It looks so official and I look up at him in awe.
I peek inside. Stacks of folders and papers are neatly arranged on his desk. He’s got several medals and diplomas hanging from his wall. It’s smaller than I imagined, but as tidy as I expect from someone like Max.
“Is this where you spend most of your day?”
“Not usually. Only when I need to get away from Blake and get some paperwork done.” He moves some of the thick folders off his desk and onto the floor. “One of the disadvantages of this position. Tons and tons of paperwork.”
“It can’t all be bad?” I ask and walk into his office.
“It’s not. I get to boss Blake around when I’m bored.” He leans back in his black leather chair and throws his hands behind his head. Naturally, his biceps flex and he eyes me for a moment.
I blush and turn my head away. It’s now that I notice how quiet it is in the station. I could scream and my voice would probably echo through the whole station without anyone hearing.
Or moan, I think.
“Are we the only ones here?”
“Yep,” he answers, his eyes moving up and down my body. He bites on his lip, making the freckle on his left cheek move. I rub my thighs together and feel the warmth between my legs.
I run my hand along the side of his desk until our hands meet. He runs his fingers up the side of my arm and up my neck, and palms my cheek. I push into his touch and look into those deep blue pools of his.
His other hand takes hold of my waist and pulls me into him. I fall over into his embrace, my legs falling off the side of his chair. I can feel the throbbing between his legs and a soft whimper leaves my lips.
My lips part before I can stop them. I bring my hand and curl it around his arm, feeling at his muscles. Max’s hand moves to the back of my head and he pulls me into him. I hold my breath as his lips descend toward mine, his lips parting.
This is it. This is the moment that I’ve been waiting so long for.
His lips are inches away from mine. I can feel the heat from his breath and smell his minty aftershave.
I lick my lips and get ready for him, a quiver running between my legs.
He looks into my eyes and tilts my head over. “How badly do you want this?” he breathes. He lowers his head into my neck and runs his lip along my skin. I shiver at his delicate touch, running my hands along his back.
“So bad,” I answer honestly. “You have no idea.”
His hand leaves my waist and goes to between my legs. He strums at the inside of my thighs, each back and forth stroke getting closer and closer to my pussy. I intently watch his fingers move and hold my breath. When he runs his fingers along my pussy, a shiver rolls through me and my knees dig into his sides.
“I think I have some idea. I—“ he breathes.
“Oh, shut up and kiss me.” I take his cheeks into my hand and force myself onto him. I can’t take anymore. All either of them do is tease me over and over. Never giving me what I truly want.
I’m tired of it. I want him. Right here and right now.
His lips are soft and succulent, just like before. He holds my head as he pushes himself onto me, my ass digging into his desk.
My eyes shoot open when his hardness pushes between my legs. Even through his BDUs and my jeans I can feel him. I run my hand up it and let the shudder roll through my body.
“Fuck. You’re so hard,” I mutter. I pull at his shirt and unbutton it as my shaking hands will allow me.
I want him here and now.
No more teasing. No more waiting. For once, I’m going to be greedy.
I open his shirt to the side and take him in for a moment. His chest rises and falls. I move my hand down the middle of it and feel at him. The ripples of his stomach, the tautness of his pecs, and the hardness between his legs. It’s all becoming too much for me to handle. It’s so much that I lift myself up and need to take a break from him.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he growls and grabs for my hand.
“Just getting comfortable.” I make my way to his table and sweep my hands across it. Stacks of folders fly off the table and onto the floor, scattering in the air. “I’ve always wanted to do that.” I jump on the table as he gets up from his chair.
I remove his shirt and throw it over his stack of folders. His lips move down the side of my neck and stop at my collarbone. “This needs to go. Now.” He brings my shirt over my head, breasts bouncing underneath their cotton holds. He looks at me for a moment and descends. His lips touching around the cotton, his hot breath falling on my chest. His hands knead at my breasts and I let a soft moan escape from my lips. He pulls on the cup and kneads at my tit.
He starts to kiss down my collarbone, slowly making his way toward the exposed breast. He takes his time, looking up at me and taking me in. Pretending like he’s going to dip his mouth onto my nipple before pulling back at the last possible second. My hips arch into the air in frustration, wanting him to take me now.
I dig my nails into the back of his taut neck and pull down. I manage to pull him in a couple inches before he starts to resist. He looks at me with a smirk and a roll of his tongue.
“Hurry,” I mumble. “I need you. Please, hurry.”
He fights for a second longer before he relents. He kisses around my breast and flicks his tongue at my nipple. The feel of his tongue on my tit is enough to elicit a moan from me.
“Oh, is there somewhere more important that you have to be?” He takes my nipple into his mouth and I exhale. His tongue moves around and he sucks at it hard. My tit slips out of his mouth and he blows onto it.
A chill runs down my back and I wrap my legs around him, pulling him into me. He doesn’t move far from his spot; instead, the desk screeches as it moves across the floor on its rusty wheels and I slam into him. He’s so strong at times, but also gentle and tender when he wants to be.
“Whoops,” I mumble and wrap my legs harder against him, wanting to feel his shaft against my pussy. I need him inside me right here and now. “Didn’t know that you were so strong,” I tease and run a finger down his body.
“It comes with the job,” he says and pulls at my bra, tearing at the fabric. My breasts bounce out and he takes them into his hands, his lips jumping greedily from one to the other. I throw my head back and a moan escapes my lips.
It echoes down the hall. We both look at each other and laugh.
“Sorry,” I mutter and press down on his hard shoulder, pushing him toward my pussy. He unbuttons my jeans and pulls them off in a hurry, throwing them across the room. At this rate, his whole office will be covered in clothing.
He growls at me as he falls to his knees. He kisses the inside of my legs and works his way to my pussy. When he reaches it, he takes a sniff and shivers.
“Fuck, you smell so good and I’m so hungry,” he growls, peeling my panties to the side.
“But you just ate,” I breathe and run my hands through his hair.
He licks at my clit and shudders. “I’ve never eaten anything this good before.” His mouth crashes against my pussy, his fingers on my ass and pulling me to the edge of the table. I fall back on the table, holding myself up with my hands and gyrate my pussy against his mouth. The warmth of his breath and hunger rolls through me and I can hardly contain myself.
I take a hurried breath but nothing happens. The room around me starts to spin and my eyelids flicker. I clench my teeth together and my knees hit against the side of his shoulders. It’s been so long since my last orgasm that I’ve almost forgotten how intense and visceral it can be.
Max looks at me with hungry eyes, watching my every squirm and shake. He spreads my legs further and sucks on my clit, a shriek of surprise leaving my lips.
This is going to be a wild ride. There’s no doubt about that.
I crash over and over. I lose count at how many times I finish, but Max never stops. Never stops licking, sucking, and flicking. Everything feels like for the first t
ime. That’s how long it’s been.
His fingers tease at my entrance and my eyes open wide. I want to see him move into me. Feel his fingers curl inside my pussy.
“Are you ready for this?” He rubs at my lips, waiting for my approval. He inches forward and kisses the side of my thighs, his lips lingering there for a moment like he’s tasting a meal he’s just prepared.
I nod. More ready than I’ve ever been.
He starts slow. He dips one finger inside of me and stretches me out. The whole time my fingers dig into his wooden table, grating at the old wood. When he’s knuckle deep inside, he pushes another finger into my tightness.
I can feel his fingers stretch me, moving slowly and deliberately inside. Both of them make their way to my g-spot. They slowly curl at the spot and gingerly hit along it. My mouth forms into a O. I lunge forward and press down on his shoulders, the sensations too much to handle.
“Oh fuck,” I wail.
He hits my spot over and over, my clit in his mouth. The world crashes around me. My stomach tightens and releases over and over. There’s a sharp buzzing in my ears and I fall back onto his table.
I can’t focus on anything. I can’t talk. I can’t see or listen.
I just concentrate on breathing. I don’t want to faint and miss any part of this. Wild mutterings leave my lips. Nothing that makes sense, but Max never stops.
Eventually, he pulls away and comes to my side. I can see him move over me, but I can’t make him out. I’m too tired to do anything else. I can’t move my feet or hands.
I can barely think for myself.
There’s a roar over the loudspeakers that gives me enough energy to jolt upright.
“Engine 2 and 3 are docking at the station. Engine 2 and 3 are docking at the station.”
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