The Firefighter (The Working Men Series Book 7)

by Ramona Gray

  Smooth, idiot. Real smooth.

  Natalia eyed my body again. “Well, good for you for eating healthy now. It looks really good on you.”

  She gave me a slow smile of appreciation, and I stared blankly at her. Was she actually flirting with me? The thought that she might be, made me feel uneasy and anxious. I glanced again at Mia.

  She was staring at us and her face was pale, and that familiar anxiety line was between her eyebrows. Isabelle tugged on her arm, and she turned away reluctantly. She shook her head, a brief look of anger crossing her face when Isabelle spoke into her ear.

  “So, what do you like to do for fun, Elijah?” Natalia asked.

  Before I could answer, Luna’s name was called by the guy running the karaoke machine. A loud cheer broke out among the crowd, along with some whistling and catcalling. Luna, her face red, made her way up to the karaoke machine and took the microphone.

  A slow song started up and as Luna’s clear alto voice washed over the crowd, Natalia smiled up at me before glancing at the dance floor. “Would you like to dance, Elijah?”

  “Oh, um…”

  I’d only danced with one woman before – Isabelle. I’d chosen her because I knew she had zero interest in me which kept my anxiety about dancing to a minimum. I’d spent the entire dance watching Mia dance with Matt and trying not to burst into flames of jealousy.

  “That’s okay, we don’t have to. I didn’t… I mean, I wasn’t…”

  Now Natalia looked completely embarrassed and guilt surged through me.

  “I’d like to dance,” I said abruptly. “But, uh, I’m not very good at it.”

  “Luckily for you,” Natalia held out her hand, “you happen to be talking to the grade eight square dance champion. I’ve got moves, my friend.”

  I laughed and took her hand. “In that case, I’ll let you lead.”

  We walked to the dance floor, and I put my arm around her waist and held her other hand in a loose grasp as she reached to place her other hand on my shoulder. She was too short, and she settled for resting it on my chest. “Good God, you are one tall guy.”

  “Sorry,” I said.

  “Why? I’m not gonna apologize for being the height of a leprechaun. You don’t need to say sorry for being the height of a giant.”

  I laughed again. “You’re not leprechaun height.”

  “You’re just saying that to be nice.”

  “I’m not. I’d say you’re at least a few inches taller than the average leprechaun.”

  “Such a charmer,” Natalia said with a laugh. “What woman doesn’t want to be told she’s slightly taller than the average -”

  “Can I cut in?”

  We stopped and stared in silent surprise at Mia who’d appeared beside us. She gave Natalia a stiff smile. “Do you mind if I cut in?”

  The look on Mia’s face was a mixture of jealousy, proprietorship, and anger. Weirdly, it sent a surge of lust through me. I stared hungrily at her as she folded her arms across her chest and gave Natalia a pointed look.

  Mia was jealous. She was jealous that I was dancing with Natalia.

  “Elijah?”

  It took me a few seconds to drag my gaze from Mia. Fuck, I wanted her so bad. Her jealousy was like some weird sort of aphrodisiac.

  “Yeah?” I glanced briefly at Natalia before my gaze was drawn back to Mia’s face. Christ, she was gorgeous when she was pissed off.

  Natalia dropped my hand and stepped away from me. I turned back to her, “Natalia, I’m, uh…”

  She shook her head and gave me a soft smile. “Nope, no need to explain. I’m not blind. Enjoy your dance. I should go pick up my kid anyway. It was nice to meet you, Elijah.”

  “You too, Natalia.”

  Natalia left the dance floor and Mia gave me an angry look as she pressed her soft body against mine and grabbed my hand. I put my arm around her waist and rested my hand in the curve of her lower back, pulling her into me even tighter as she stared at me.

  “You seem to be having fun,” she said.

  “Natalia is nice,” I replied. “I’m going to teach her some weight lifting stuff.”

  Her body stiffened and I rubbed her lower back soothingly, as another look of jealousy flashed across her face. “You’re going to see her again?”

  “At the gym.”

  “That’s a weird place to have a date,” Mia snapped.

  Was it wrong that I was enjoying her jealousy? Probably. But I’d never had a woman be jealous over me before and I couldn’t resist teasing her a little.

  “She seemed excited about it.”

  “What does she need to lift weights for?” Mia said. “She’s already perfect. With her perfect blonde hair and her slender perfect body.”

  “She wants to do some strength-training,” I said.

  “Oh.”

  We were silent for a few moments before Mia said. “She’s not right for you.”

  “Is that why you interrupted our dance?”

  She blushed furiously but gave me a defiant look. “I’m your friend and I know what’s best for you. Natalia isn’t the right woman.”

  “Why do you say that?”

  “Because she’s…” Mia’s tongue lashed across her lower lip and Christ was it distracting. “Because she just isn’t. Listen, I’m the one supposed to be finding you a woman, remember? Not Luna.”

  I shrugged. “Luna seems to think we’ll get along well.”

  “Well, she’s wrong,” Mia said. “That Natalia chick is too small for you. You’d have to be careful not to crush her tiny, perfect body.”

  I bent my mouth to her ear, hesitated briefly and then sucked on her lobe for a few seconds before murmuring, “You taught me to be gentle.”

  Her back had arched a little and I could feel her hand tightening in mine. “I – you need someone different.”

  “Hmm,” I licked her lobe and then nipped it, “you sound jealous.”

  “I’m not,” she said. “I’m just looking out for you.”

  “Is that right?” I reached down and cupped her ass, giving it a hard squeeze. I had no idea why, but Mia’s jealousy had set off some kind of weird sexual confidence in me.

  She moaned softly. “Yes, I’m… I’m being a good friend.”

  “Is that what this is about?” I said. “You being a good friend?”

  “She’s too little for you.” Mia stared up at me. “She probably couldn’t even take all of your cock. Is that what you want?”

  I bit back my grin and instead solemnly shook my head before pressing my mouth against her ear again. “No, Mia. In fact, one of my favourite things about you is how well your tight pussy takes all of my dick.”

  “Elijah,” she moaned.

  “You like that too, don’t you? You like being stuffed full of my cock. Don’t you, Mia?”

  “Yes,” she said in a low voice. Her cheeks were red, her eyes were bright with excitement, and she had never looked more beautiful to me.

  “You want my dick right now, don’t you?”

  “Yes,” she said. “I do, Elijah.”

  “I know. C’mon.”

  I stepped back and when I started off the dance floor, she resisted a bit. “Where are we going?”

  I pulled her close again so the people around us wouldn’t hear me. “Back to my place. You’re gonna get on your hands and knees, spread those soft thighs of yours and I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t think straight. Do you have a problem with that?”

  Christ, I could almost smell her lust.

  “No, Elijah,” she whispered.

  “Good. Let’s go.”

  * * *

  I was undressing the minute I ushered Mia into my bedroom. I stripped off all my clothes in record time before raising my eyebrow at the still fully-clothed Mia. “Take off your clothes, Mia.”

  She stared wide-eyed at me. She’d said nothing the entire ride to my place, but the way she kept squirming in her seat as I rubbed my hand up and down her thigh, made me confident she
was soaking wet already.

  Normally, I’d undress her, but this time I reclined on the bed and stared at her. “Undress.”

  She reached for the hem of her shirt and I said, “Slow.”

  She blushed but slowly pulled her shirt over her head before dropping it on the floor. Her dark hair was down, and I studied the way it gleamed in the light as she reached to unclasp her bra. She held it against her tits for a moment before letting it slide down her arms, revealing those beautiful pale globes slowly.

  “Touch them,” I demanded. My voice was hoarse, and I watched eagerly as Mia cupped her tits and rubbed her nipples with her thumbs. “Does that feel good, baby?”

  “Yes,” she moaned. She squeezed them harder and I groaned when she unbuttoned her jeans and eased them down her legs. She kicked them off and gracefully removed her socks before standing in front of me. Only a scrap of silk separated my hungry gaze from her pussy.

  “Are you wet, Mia?”

  “Yes.” She spread her legs just a little, and it was my turn to moan when I saw the growing wet spot on her silk panties. Her hands were cupping and kneading her tits again and I watched, my excitement growing, as she tugged and pinched her nipples until they were hard and swollen.

  I glanced up at her face and then followed her gaze to my crotch. Shame flooded through me and I snatched my hand away from my dick. I’d been rubbing and squeezing my cock without even realizing it.

  “Don’t stop,” Mia said. “I want to watch.”

  “No,” I said. “Get on the bed, Mia.”

  She shook her head and gave me a sexy, stubborn look. “No, I want to watch you touch yourself, Elijah.”

  Dirty boy! Sinner!

  More shame filled me, and my dick shriveled. “I said no.”

  “Why not?”

  “Drop it, Mia,” I said.

  She shook her head and embarrassed and angry, I turned on my side and stared at the wall. “You know what? I’m tired. Let’s do this another night.”

  “Oh, no fucking way,” Mia said.

  I tensed when Mia climbed into the bed behind me and pressed her warm tits against my back. Despite my shame and bad memories, my cock immediately hardened again.

  “Why do you look like you’re gonna barf whenever you start touching yourself?” Mia said.

  “I don’t want to talk about it,” I replied.

  Her soft hands traced the scars on my back. “Did your parents teach you that masturbating was wrong?”

  Jesus, she was too perceptive for her own good. I kept my mouth shut as she pressed a soft kiss against my back, her fingers still tracing the ridges of healed flesh on my lower back.

  “Tell me why you have these scars, Elijah.” Her voice was loving but firm.

  My stomach churning, my dick back to being completely out of the game, I said, “I knew it was wrong. I’d been told repeatedly that touching yourself was a sin, but I was fourteen and I couldn’t help it. I didn’t want to sin, but I just… I couldn’t help it.”

  God, I sounded pathetic, but Mia made a soothing sound and pressed herself even closer against me.

  “My mother came into my room. She was supposed to knock first, that was the rule, but she-she didn’t follow the rule. When she saw what I was doing, she freaked out. I begged her not to tell my father, but she dragged me downstairs and made me confess to him.”

  I tried to drag in a breath, old shame and guilt making the air turn to soup around me. “My father made me get on my knees and then he-he took off his belt and hit me with it until I passed out.”

  “Oh, Elijah.” Mia sounded close to tears.

  When I woke up, I was still lying on the floor and there was blood everywhere. My parents were praying and calling me dirty and a sinner and a fornicator. They made me get on my knees again and pray for God’s forgiveness while my mother wailed and screamed about how I was going to hell, and my father threatened to beat me again if I didn’t pray hard enough. After that night, I didn’t touch myself again until I was in my early twenties. And even then, I felt dirty and guilty and awful for days after. I’ve mostly gotten over the idea that sex is a sin, but masturbating… it-it’s more difficult to let go of my guilt.”

  I fell silent, my body stiff and my stomach feeling like an entire football team was stampeding through it. I waited dully for Mia to get up and leave. Now that she knew how truly fucked up I was, she’d be gone. I wouldn’t blame her either.

  “Elijah, turn over.”

  I didn’t want to, but I couldn’t deny her. I rolled over, staring at her perfect tits, until she cupped my face and made me look at her.

  “Your parents are monsters,” she said softly. “They took what is natural and normal and turned it into a perversion. They made you believe it was sick.”

  She squeezed my face and gave me a grave look. “It isn’t. There is nothing wrong with touching yourself, Elijah. Nothing. Sex isn’t a sin, and masturbating isn’t a sin. What they did to you was abuse and they’re the ones going to hell. Not you. You are a good, sweet, kind man. You’re not dirty or sick or a sinner. Do you hear me?”

  I didn’t reply and she gave my face a little shake. “Do you hear me?”

  “Yes, Mia,” I whispered.

  She stroked my face and pressed a soft kiss against my mouth. “I’m so sorry your parents did this to you, Elijah. You didn’t deserve it.”

  I studied her face as she stroked my chest with soft, light touches. “I’m not going to ask you to touch yourself tonight, but will you do something for me?”

  “What?” I rasped.

  “Watch me touch myself. Watch how good I can make myself feel and try to see that it isn’t bad or wrong. Everyone touches themselves, Elijah. It’s normal and appropriate and a good thing. Will you watch me?”

  “Yes,” I said. “I – I want to watch you, Mia.”

  “Good.”

  She relaxed on her back and pushed her panties down her legs and off of her feet. I reached to cup her breast and she gave me a cute little wink before pushing my hand away. “Nope. Not this time, mister. This is a solo mission.”

  I smiled a little and she stroked my face tenderly. “Watch, honey.”

  Her soft hands cupped her breasts again and she tugged on her nipples, toying with them lightly as I watched. My cock was starting to stiffen and when she slid her hand down over her stomach and touched the soft dark curls at the apex of her thighs, I made a low groan.

  She spread her legs wide until I could see the glistening wetness of her pussy lips and clit. Her fingers brushed against her clit and she moaned, her back arching a little as her other hand cupped one breast.

  I watched in fascination, my heart beating humming-bird fast, and my cock rapidly stiffening, as Mia stroked her clit in tiny circles. Her low moans were growing louder and when she gave her clit a soft tug she gasped and her hips rose up off the bed.

  I glanced at her face. Her eyes were closed, her cheeks were rosy, and she was biting compulsively at her bottom lip as she pleasured herself. A small tiny voice deep inside my head was trying to tell me it was wrong, that what Mia was doing was a sin and dirty, but I found it remarkably easy to ignore. Mia touching herself was one of the most beautiful things I’d ever seen.

  It couldn’t be wrong or bad. Not when it was my Mia.

  Mia’s sharp gasp made me drag my gaze back to her pussy. She’d slid two fingers deep into her pussy and was slowly finger-fucking herself. I clenched my hands into fists. I wanted to touch her so bad. Instead, I said, “Does that feel good, baby?”

  Her eyes popped open and she gave me a lazy smile of pure need. “Yeah. Not as good as your dick though.”

  I smiled at her. “I can’t wait to be inside your tight pussy, baby.”

  “Not too much longer now,” she panted. “Will you fuck me on my hands and knees like you promised?”

  “Yes,” I said. “As soon as you cum, I’ll fuck you.”

  “Oh God,” she moaned. Her fingers left her sweet, tight ho
le and rubbed furiously at her clit. Her hips rose and fell with her strokes and she squeezed and kneaded her tits as her groans grew louder. “Oh fuck, oh, I’m so close, I’m so…”

  Her voice trailed off into a long, drawn-out moan and her curvy body stiffened and then shook wildly. Her fingers rubbed for a few more seconds at her clit before she pulled them away and collapsed against the bed. “Fuck, that felt good.”

  I picked up her hand and she moaned again when I sucked both her fingers into my mouth and licked them clean.

  “Oh my God, Elijah…”

  “Your pussy tastes sweet, baby. Get on your hands and knees.”

  “I just need a couple of minutes to catch my breath and -”

  “No, baby. Do what I tell you.” My shame and guilt had disappeared, and I wanted Mia with a deep seated need that was almost painful.

  Mia studied me for a moment before smiling slowly. “Yes, Elijah.”

  She rolled to her hands and knees. A wave of overwhelming lust washed over me when she spread her legs wide and I saw the wet, slick lips of her pussy and her tight hole waiting to be filled with my dick.

  She stared at me over her shoulder, giving me another slow and lazy smile. “Are we fucking or not?”

  I growled at her and gave her a light slap to the ass as I knelt between her legs. She squealed and giggled before wiggling her butt at me. “Am I gonna need a safe word or – ohhhh. Oh fuck!”

  I had lined my dick up to her pussy and pushed in to the hilt with one hard thrust. Her back arched, her head fell back, and her hands dug into the sheets as she tried to adjust to my size. I reached over her and gathered her hair into one fist. I tugged hard, making her gasp, as I gripped her hip with my other hand.

  I didn’t move and she made a whining noise. “Elijah, please.”

  “Tell me what you want.”

  “I want you to fuck me.”

  I grinned and tightened my grip on her hair before thrusting steadily in and out of her soaking wet pussy. She cried out and when she tried to wiggle forward, I clamped my other hand down on her shoulder. “No, take my cock, Mia. All of it.”

  “Oh my God!” Her pussy tightened around me, and I groaned before making two hard pumps into her.