Two Firefighters Next Door: A Bad Boy MFM Romance

by Jay S. Wilder

Stay put.

  Getting help.

  “Thanks, Dad,” she said to the phone as she powered it off and buried it in the purse she’d found in the swiped suitcase, along with a brush, some lotion, a bottle of Vitamin C, and a couple of ten dollar bills that were in there.

  “Man, I feel better,” Nick said as he entered the room.

  She nearly fainted at the sight of him. He wore a loose pair of gray sleep pants that hung on his trim hips and a towel slung around his neck. His chest was bare in all its muscled and tanned glory for her to appreciate. Sure, she’d gotten a look at his physique when they were having sex, though it wasn’t the runway show he was giving her now as he went and stood—posed even—in front of the fire with his rippling back to her.

  Damn… that ass of his is perfection.

  Nicole was hypnotized by everything about him from his thick dark hair all the way to his finely sculpted legs and feet. He was a machine for the purpose of his job, but he was all male. All man.

  She thought about complicating this even more by shifting off the sofa and going to him in front of the fire. Their passion would rage as much as the flames next to them. Only, this time, they’d have more room to explore each other and take their time.

  While her heart pounded out furiously, she barely heard him when he said, “Like I said, you can have the bed. I’ll take the couch.”

  Blinking, she surmised that he didn’t want to make things any murkier than they already were, as well. So, she rose from the cushion and went to his side. In an appreciative and friendly manner, she hugged him to her briefly and then retreated before her body betrayed her in every sense of the word. Her nipples were already taut and straining against the fabric of his shirt.

  His shirt.

  Ironic that she was wearing his shirt and he was wearing nothing.

  “Thanks, Nick. I hope you’ll get some rest.”

  He toyed with the end of her hair and treated her to a heart-stopping grin. “I never really do. Sleep’s not my thing, remember?”

  “Well, try.”

  She padded down the hallway and closed the door to the bedroom.

  Nicole

  Nicole wasn’t sure exactly how long she’d been asleep.

  It was still pitch black out. She had to think for a minute about where she was. The huge bed dwarfed her in the small nook she’d curled up in underneath the warm comforter. Now, wide awake, her heart shunted from the surge of adrenaline coursing through her. How could she even sleep knowing someone was out there wanting to do her harm? Maybe her dad would be able to help out both her and Nick.

  She didn’t want anything bad to happen to him no matter what. Even though they’d both denied it tonight, something brewed steadily between them.

  What if it was all over tomorrow morning? She was either dead or rescued. Would she ever see him again? Would he want to have her in his life? She didn’t have the answers to anything. All she knew was she wanted to feel his mouth on hers again. She wanted the weight of him pressed down on her. And, she wanted to please and pleasure him like no one before.

  Rising out of bed to the rhythm of her own pulse, she crept to the door and opened it. Slowly, she shifted down the hallway to find him lying on the couch with his left arm splayed over his eyes. He was still dressed the same, although he’d shucked the towel. No pillow. No blanket. Only the raw, exposed man bathed in the subdued glow of the fireplace.

  She lifted her arm out toward him and then pulled it back. She didn’t have the heart to wake him especially since she knew how difficult it was for him to sleep.

  As soon as she began to retreat, she heard him call out to her.

  “Nic?”

  “Hey,” she said in a rushed breath. “I just… I mean, I… I woke up and thought…”

  Nick lifted up off the couch and came around to stand next to her. He towered over her, yet it didn’t stop her from going for it.

  She stood on her tiptoes and planted a passionate kiss on Nick’s lips. His mouth parted and allowed her access as their tongues met in a battle for positioning. Her hands wound up in his hair and his snaked around her back, lifting her off the ground and into his arms. She felt as though she was melting as soon as he grabbed her ass and adjusted her to carry her back to the bedroom.

  He dropped her carefully on the mattress. Nicole locked her legs around his waist and pulled him down toward her with so much force it almost surprised her.

  “Shit… sorry…” she said with a giggle.

  Nick’s lips slid against her neck, making her arch her back. “It’s all good,” he said against her skin.

  She planted another sensuous kiss on Nick’s mouth, swirling her tongue around the perimeter of his open mouth, drinking in and tasting as much of him as she could. His hands were busy kicking his pants down and off. She ran her fingers through his clean hair while Nick tugged off the T-shirt he’d loaned her and tossed it aside. Next, he attacked the briefs, sliding them down her legs and adding them to the quickly-growing clothing pile on the floor.

  She laid back and breathed a sigh of contentment as his hands went to work exploring her naked body. He skimmed the top of her chest and then pulled his fingers between her breasts, sliding under them and back up and around. She moaned when his hand covered each mound, and her nipples popped up in between his fingers. A slight squeeze on each rendered a guttural groan out of her that made him chuckle against her skin. His lips replaced his left hand, and he fully took the peaked nipple into his mouth, sucking and worshiping her.

  Nicole writhed beneath him, wondering how much she could take this time. How much could he take? She’d come for him twice on the plane, but this time it’d be nice to climax together.

  “Nic,” he moaned as he shifted to her other nipple. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

  Her fingers crawled into his hair, guiding him as he bathed her nipple with his tongue and shaped the flesh of her lower breasts with his hands.

  She wanted him inside her, wanted to feel him pulsating within. She didn’t want to rush it this time, though. And, she needed it to be more… to mean more.

  She didn’t want him to fuck her. This time, she wanted more.

  “Nick… make love to me.”

  Nick

  “Make love to me,” she repeated in his ear.

  It wasn’t a good idea to read too much into that one word he had evaded all his life. Love wasn’t for him. He’d never felt it, not with a father he barely knew and a mother who gave him away. Sure, his adopted parents had tried, but he always felt like a hand-me-down.

  He’d never let a woman get this close enough. Ever.

  Yet, Nicole spread out underneath him, naked and unafraid, asking the sweetest request of all.

  Nick adjusted above her and began kissing and licking his way south, appreciating every inch of her as he made his way down. As his lips pressed against her flat stomach, her hands pushed his shoulders, silently begging him to pick up the pace. Sweeping his tongue along her lower belly, he stopped at her moon-shaped birthmark, causing her to moan out another plea and raise her hips up, giving him easier access.

  He moved further down still, closing in on her pelvis, and lifted a hand to her erect nipples. The way she responded to every move he made was just beautiful. He wanted to savor every moment and make sure Nicole would remember this time, if nothing else.

  Close now, he lifted up slightly, hovering over her pussy as Nicole called to him, pleading for his touch. He shifted his eyes up to hers and spread her legs wide across the bed. Once he had her full attention, he shifted his gaze back down at her pink slit. God, she was perfect. It was something he didn’t get the luxury of enjoying while they were crammed inside the airplane restroom, using each other’s body for pure primal. Now, he could stop and appreciate all of her.

  Now, she was glistening with need, primed and ready for him.

  Dragging his thumb up to her center, he indulged himself in the utter pleasure of her wet heat. He heard her quick inta
ke of breath hissing in and out as she tried, struggled to maintain control. Too bad she’d already handed that over to him the second she asked him to take her.

  Nick adjusted, stretching out on the large bed as he lowered his mouth to touch her hot skin. Gently, he nipped at her folds, then went all in with his tongue, licking her swollen nub.

  “Oh, Nick… yes.”

  He nipped his teeth against the nub, teasing it as he pulled a hushed cry from her. Loving the sensation as much as her voice, he gently licked her, slowing down each pass of his tongue. Because he wasn’t ready to stop just yet. With a slight shift of his legs, he adjusted to a kneeling position, spreading her out more widely, parting her flesh. He pressed his mouth against her, this time to feast on her. He wanted her to remember how it felt having him fuck her with his mouth too.

  Hard and rough.

  Soft and slow.

  And everything in between.

  “Oh God, Nick… that’s so amazing.”

  “This is mine,” he muttered against her glistening clit.

  The words caught even him by surprise, and he stopped, glancing up her body. Their eyes locked.

  Yes.

  Nicole would remember this for a long time.

  He watched as her eyes fluttered closed and her body writhed to encourage him—to beg him, really—to continue. He took the invitation to keep going when she raised her hips and pressed her pussy toward his mouth. He lowered to her again, delivering what she needed until she cried through her approaching orgasm.

  Nick had never seen anything more beautiful, sexy, and wanton in his whole life. She was wild, witty, sweet. Something special. Nothing else mattered. Not their escape from the airport. Not his job. Not that goddamned data drive.

  His mouth.

  Her pussy.

  Her orgasm.

  His pleasure.

  In the blink of an eye, Nicole had become his everything.

  She kept working against him even though she’d already come, begging for more, requesting his touch with her body, thrusting up and demanding.

  He teased her some more, then added his finger to the mix, circling, warming, diving in and out with the hope he was driving her mad, wanting his cock inside her. What mattered to him right this second was the pleasure they got from each other. He’d always remember, no matter how things turned out. Her sweetness blotted out all the downsides.

  Just like he did on the plane, he eased a second finger in to join the first one, each motioning their own tickle of pleasure for her. He knew it worked for her because her torso lifted up off the bed and her eyes stayed closed from the intensity of what he was doing to her. He could feel the pulsating walls of her pussy as he powered forward. She was pushing toward a second release.

  “God!” she screamed out, grabbing onto the sheet with her fists.

  A relentless moan slipped from her lips even though he hoped she realized he wasn’t through with her. Not by a long shot.

  Nicole’s breath came in short spurts as she returned to this plane of existence. “I’ve, I’ve never…”

  “Never what, Nic?” he teased while his fingers still played at her folds.

  “Never had such a-a-a… you know.”

  He did, but he wanted to hear it from her. “I won’t know until you tell me.”

  She laughed involuntarily which made her have an aftershock that had her shuddering again. “I’ve never come that hard before,” she whispered through labored breath.

  He gave a final lick over her pussy and then crawled up her body. He pressed his mouth to hers, allowing her a sample of her own tanginess on his tongue. They ate at each other’s mouth until neither could stand it anymore. Her hands tugged and directed his ass in position over her, grinding herself up toward him. It was all Nick could do not to pierce her right then and there with his rock hard cock that he knew she desperately wanted.

  When he didn’t satisfy her demand, she bit him on the shoulder. Nothing violent or drawing blood, more of an attention getting that had him zeroing in on her brown eyes, now dark and steamy from passion.

  “Norwood Nicholas Taylor the Second. Put your cock inside me right fucking now.”

  He laughed hard on the inside and shook on top of her. He couldn’t believe she’d said that. It was the sexiest and dirtiest thing he’d heard in his entire life.

  “Yes, ma’am,” he said in a hushed whisper against the side of her mouth.

  He scooted away from her and then stood at the end of the bed.

  “Nick! I told you to—”

  Before she could say anything else, he gently tugged her down the mattress until her pussy was even with his poised cock. Wrapping her legs around him, as they’d done in the bathroom, he set his fingers firmly on her hips and guided his cock into her.

  “Ohhh…” she said as they slid into place.

  He filled her completely, wrapping around each other fully.

  “That’s right,” she moaned out.

  The fact that she wanted him this desperately only heightened the intensity for him. Interestingly, despite them having hot sex on the plane earlier in the day—or yesterday, who knew at this point—she was so tight as her pussy clenched around him, drawing him in further, deeper.

  Nick rocked his hips back and forth and plunged into her fully. His head fell forward, and hers tossed from side to side. He bit down on his lip from the raw passion flowing through him. She groaned and moaned, sexy sounds of satisfaction unlike any he’d ever heard before.

  All for him.

  All because of him.

  “God, Nick. Where did you learn to do things like that?” she asked weakly.

  “Rangers do everything better, sweetheart.”

  She huffed out a laugh. “You cocky bastard.”

  “You love it.”

  “I love your cock in me. Don’t stop fucking me. Please, Nick. Don’t stop fucking me.”

  His sturdy thrusts continued in a rhythmic manner, a full-body orchestration with two instruments. Just the two of them. He lunged deeper, higher, feeling as if he was connecting with the back of her womb. Buried so deep within her that he couldn’t stop himself when the fevered pitch began to overtake him.

  Nicole arched and lifted herself forward into him, riding him like a bucking bronco.

  Faster.

  Harder.

  Together.

  Sweating.

  Panting.

  He couldn’t hold back any longer as the fire raged within him sending him over the edge. He reached his hand in and pinched her clit ever so slightly, causing her to cry out—yelp, in fact—as another orgasm not only tumbled over her, but as it squeezed from him despite all his efforts to make it last longer.

  He held his breath, held on to her, and powered ahead, one, two, three final plunges and then…

  “Ahhh,” He came hot and fast, filling her with his seed and soaking them both with the aftermath of her own earth-shattering orgasm.

  With the last few presses forward, he suddenly realized he hadn’t sheathed himself. He’d foolishly taken her with no protection for either of them. No wonder it was so fucking amazing. He didn’t remember the last time he’d had the pleasure of real skin on skin. God, it was more than he could take and he came all over again with a final bodily jerk against her.

  “Nicole, shit… I’m sorry.”

  “For what?” she asked on a pant.

  “No condom. Shit. I’m sorry,” he repeated.

  She smiled up at him and placed her hands on either side of his face. “It’s all right. I’m on the pill, remember. And, I promise, no diseases.”

  He wasn’t worried about that. He was more concerned with knocking her up and bringing a child into this world. This fucked up, maniacal, twisted world he existed in.

  Although, with her, he felt empowered, human, normal.

  For some reason, the thought of a life, a future with her at his side hit him hard in the gut and cause his dick to pulse and throb even more within her. He squee
zed his eyes shut during the next blast of intense pleasure, letting his urges take over as he spasmed through his orgasm and rode the shock wave.

  “Nick… what’s—”

  The start of Nicole’s question stopped short as his final movements extended her climax, and she hissed out a cry that sounded like his name. Neither of them knew what to do when it was over. His body ached from the effort. After a few moments, he lowered onto her in a tight embrace, their sweat, tears, and liquids mingling.

  “Wow,” she said sometime later, stroking his head.

  “Yes,” he muttered into her breasts, trying to catch his breath.

  She cuddled him into her. He didn’t resist, but actually gathered her more tightly to mold her around him. And it felt right.

  If this was what contentment was all about, he’d take it this once.

  Nick

  An hour before dawn, Nick woke up, instinctively, thinking he heard something.

  Then, he realized it was Nicole’s light snore, which made him smile.

  He also couldn’t believe he’d actually slept. Only a few hours, but still, it was more than he usually did and he could only chalk it up to being with Nicole.

  He reached over and swept a few strands of hair off her cheek so he could stare at her face, so gorgeous, peaceful, and serene in sleep. Free from the stress that fueled her right now. He memorized the shape of her mouth and the way her eyelashes—as long as they were—sat almost on the top of her cheeks as she slept.

  There was an actual pang of ache in his chest as he watched over her. Dammit, she’d gotten in. Into the soul of Nick Taylor who didn’t give a shit about anything or care about anyone.

  He wrapped his arm tighter around her and encompassed her breast in his hand. Just to hold her and feel her. She was exhausted from all their intrigues, as well as the power work out they’d had through the night.

  Just as he closed his eyes again, he heard the noise again. No mistaking.

  It wasn’t woodland creatures, as far as he could tell. The sound was something more.