by Lynn, Davida
After things quieted down, Rico told me about his physical exam with the fire department. “That will be the final ruling. If they give me a clean bill of health, I’m back to work.”
I’d never heard him with such emotion in his voice. I could tell exactly how much he wanted his job back. Trying to remember what he was like in the hospital was useless. He was a completely different man. I remembered falling for him in the courtyard, even when he was at his worst. In the bar that night he was at his best, and I was so happy that I was beside him.
I didn’t know how long we were there, but I heard stories about Rico and all kinds of stories about the rest of Engine 37. I did my best to follow along, but there were a fair amount of things that went over my head.
It was still a great time, and I could see just how much everyone liked Rico. An older man introduced himself as Rico’s captain. He didn’t say much, but he did thank me with a sincerity I didn’t feel from all of the others. He seemed like a man who genuinely cared.
Not long after the captain wandered away, Rico grabbed me by the hand and pulled me outside. As I followed, I saw just how little he was using the cane. A week more, and he’d be done with it.
Once we were out of the noisy bar, he pushed me against the brick wall. His lips met mine with a hard passion and I moaned, throwing my arms around his neck. It felt like ages since we’d been alone.
He pressed against me, and I could feel his throbbing manhood beneath his jeans. I was aching for him, but I knew it would just be a taste. I reached down and squeezed him through the fabric, letting him know that I didn’t just want a sample of his amazing sex.
I spoke in a low, sultry voice. “Rico, why don’t you go back in there and let them know that we’re heading home?”
“Best idea I’ve heard all day, coach.”
After he said his goodbyes, we decided on a walk. It was the first chance we’d had to actually spend time together—outside of my minivan, of course. Somehow, I didn’t think it would be long before the conversation stopped, though.
His free hand was at my ass, squeezing me and getting me wetter by the second. We passed an alley and Rico pushed me against another wall. I turned back toward the street, afraid of being seen. I didn’t see anyone around, but the headlights of a car were getting brighter. Rico’s lips had moved down to my neck. I was torn between my lust and the fear of getting caught. As the lights got brighter, I saw the entrance to a park across the street. Before the car drove past, I spoke up.
“Not here,” I whispered, and Rico pulled away from me, a little confused. “There.” I pointed across the street. He looked just as the car went by, and he smiled.
“You are bad.” He laughed and took my hand. Close call.
The park was deserted, but I didn’t think that Rico cared much if we were seen. He was overcome with lust, and no one else existed in the world except me. It was intoxicating.
He wrapped his arm around my waist as we walked around the park. He didn’t speak. He was too focused on finding the right spot.
Rico pulled me past a fountain and benches. We stepped over a line of rocks separating the path from the grass. I could feel the dew on my skin. My flats got wet almost right away, but I didn’t care.
Rico’s hand drifted down to my ass. He gave it a firm squeeze as he turned me to face him. We were just about at the wall of the park. He grabbed my ass and pulled me close. I could feel his hardness press against me as I sucked in the cold night air. I could feel the beer from the bar doing its job. Every inch of my body had a tingle about it.
When he lifted me, I laughed out loud. Rico pressed me against the cold wall, pinning me there. “There, is that better?”
I smiled. “This is perfect.”
His hands were rough, squeezing and holding me up. Any fears about his strength were demolished in an instant. I wrapped my arms around his neck, leaning down to kiss him. The alcohol was making me bolder and my fear of being seen began to fade. My desire was taking over. I broke the kiss to reach down and unbutton my shirt.
It wasn’t long before he hiked my skirt up to my hips. He moaned at the discovery of my wet panties. I tightened my legs around his waist, stopping him from touching my aching pussy. I could tease, too.
As soon as I let his hands go, my panties slid down my legs. I shimmied them down to my ankles.
Rico pressed his hips forward and my bare skin pressed back against his pants. I felt his cock swell against me and leaned my head back against the wall. It was like the spark that lit the inferno. I was overcome with the need to be filled. I needed to feel him spread me again.
“I need you, Rico,” I whispered, my voice cracking as I tried to stay quiet. I reached down and he pinned me against the wall, giving me the space I needed.
I found his zipper and pulled it down. I was in a hurry and burning with desire. Sliding my hand under his pants, I quickly found Rico’s thickness waiting for me. I could feel just how excited he was, too. He throbbed with each heartbeat and the wetness dripping from the tip of his cock made me whimper with delight.
I pulled his pants down, exposing his manhood, ready to take him inside me again. I didn’t have to wait long. As soon as he had the condom on, he reached down with his free hand and positioned his cock right at my entrance.
“Oh, God. I need it, Rico.” He wanted me to beg, and he would get his way. “Please, please, fuck me!”
Just as I thought I would burn to ashes, he plunged deep inside me. I screamed, listening to the shrill sound echo off the walls around the park. I didn't care if there were other people around. Rico’s big cock filled me, stretching me, and I had to voice my bliss.
He grunted when I clenched around him. With every thrust inside of me, he let out another groan. He was so strong, pushing me into the wall every time his hips bucked.
“This is exactly what you wanted, isn’t it?” he asked between thrusts.
“I wanted you from the moment I saw you inside that bar. You looked so goddamn manly.” I shut my eyes tightly, pleasure surging through me. “You make me so wet, and you make me break all the rules.”
“You wanted to break all the rules. You just needed a chance.” Rico’s hands were at my ass, bringing me up and down on his big cock over and over again. I was grasping onto his neck, holding onto him as he fucked me senseless in the park.
I could feel my orgasm growing. Each time he filled me the head of his cock pressed against my G-spot, and it was driving me crazy. I couldn’t take much more. When he squeezed my ass and snarled, it was too much for me. The big, strong firefighter made me come.
I brought my lips to his, muffling my screams with a deep kiss. He pounded me harder as I came, only making my orgasm bigger and last much longer. My eyes were shut, but white light seemed to flash before them. My body flushed with heat as I kissed him over and over.
Just when I started coming down from my peak, I could feel Rico growing closer to his own. He was grunting more and more, pounding into me desperately. I knew there’d be bruises on my ass and my back, but I didn’t care.
He managed to murmur, “I’m close, baby.”
“Give it to me!” I cried, wanting it from him so badly.
He let out a howl and pushed hard and deep into my pussy. His cock unleashed its seed into the condom inside me. Over and over again, Rico’s hard body twitched, his body pressing against me. He gripped my ass tightly, and I knew there’d be bruises there, too. I loved every second of it.
When his breathing finally returned to normal, I slid back down and fixed my skirt, unable to stop smiling. As Rico pulled his pants back up, I reached behind and felt tender spots on my lower back and my ass where he had pressed me against the unforgiving stone.
Each time I felt the soreness from the marks he’d left, I knew I’d think of Rico. As we walked out of the park, he had his arm wrapped tightly around my waist, holding me close. We didn’t say much on the way back to my minivan. We didn’t need to. I felt like I understood him
without needing to say a word.
The time flew by. It felt great to say that, because for the last half a year, time had slowed to a crawl. It was a crawl from the hospital to home, and it was a crawl from the wheelchair to walking. Sometimes it felt like things with Lizzie had been a whirlwind, but that wasn’t true. Outside forces had made sure we moved slowly. It was worth every second.
After my last session with Alan, Lizzie met me and the rest of the Baggio family for dinner. I was nervous, and I knew she was too, but it went perfectly. Everyone got along, and no one seemed to care about how she and I met. I cared. If it hadn’t been for the accident, I never would have known her. If it hadn’t been for the accident, I wouldn’t be the man I was today.
Lizzie was standing behind me as I pulled chicken wings off the grill. Music was playing, the lawn chairs were out; the station was a living, breathing creature once again.
“You got the plate?” I asked, a wing between my tongs.
She pushed it forward just as I turned around. “Indeed I do.”
I smiled and filled the plate.
“Goddamn, it’s about time. I didn’t know we were having our lunch char broiled.” Dougie had his plate filled with potato salad and a mountain of chips. He was practically salivating.
The instant I placed the wings on the table, fate rolled snake eyes. The tones went off, and our pagers all began to beep and vibrate.
Dougie threw his plastic fork to the ground, “Dammit!”
Dispatch began to spit out the details. “Attention, Engine 37. Be en route to 16250 Baylis Street for a possible structure fire. This is a residence. The caller said they smell smoke. They’ve been advised to exit the building. Again: attention, Engine 37. Be en route to 16250 Baylis Street for a possible structure fire. This is a residence…”
My heart skipped a beat and I looked to Lizzie. “I think we gotta cut lunch short.”
She smiled, beginning to understand the way of life in the fire service. “Go do your thing, Rico. I’ll have this waiting when you get back.”
“Sure thing, coach.” I ran into the station, kicking off my boots on the way to the engine.
Once I was in my jump seat, I rolled the window down and hung my head out. Lizzie was standing at the back of the garage bay. I wanted to shout something out as the truck pulled away, but nothing came to me. All I could do was smile and wave.
There was something tragic about seeing her disappear as we drove off. It was hard to leave her side, but the rush of the job was just as powerful. It was different, though. I didn’t look at the job quite the same. I had realized that I was fearless before the accident. I was fearless because I had no one to come home to after a shift. With Lizzie waiting for me, I knew that I’d have to approach firefighting differently. “Come home safe” is plastered everywhere in the firefighting world, and now I fully understood why.
Growing up, my dreams had been my strength; my family had been my strength. Lizzie was my strength now. I was a man, and I had a beautiful woman giving me reason and purpose.
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Kade’s Rescue
Life in the fire service isn’t for the weak. Kade isn’t weak, but every man has his breaking point. After two tragic days, he begins to feel doubt creeping into his life. Is he really cut out to be part of Detroit’s Engine 37?
Layne has devoted her life to helping those in need. It has done hell for her love life, but when a handsome firefighter comes to volunteer at her community kitchen, she can’t let another chance slip through her fingers.
Kade and Layne are on cloud nine until his past catches up with him. With the weight of the world on his back, can Kade come out on top? Can Layne do what she does best for the man she loves? Will they survive the flames together?
Chapter One:
“So the purpose of therapy is twofold, Sergeant McCaffery. The first aspect is education. I’d like to first focus on educating you about some different psychological conditions. The theory there is that if you learn about them, you’ll be able to better understand them and recognize them within yourself.
“The second aspect will be treatment. We will be able to focus on distancing you from the memories that are causing your psychological conditions. I understand that these sessions are not voluntary, but I’d still like to have your full cooperation. I think we’ll be able to accomplish much more that way.”
For a few moments, the psychiatrist just stared at me. Then he picked up on the fact that I wasn’t going to say anything and gave a curt smile.
”Sergeant McCaffrey, I don’t mean to sound threatening,” it was hard to sound threatening with such a melted ice cream voice, “but I have the power to decide whether or not you continue in the fire service. I’m not going to lie—from everything I’ve heard, you are one of Detroit’s finest firefighters. I want you out there protecting our city, but I want you healthy while you do it. I don’t believe you are healthy. What do you think?”
He leaned back in his armchair and laid his pen and paper on the small table beside him. It was a Cold War; he’d wait me out. Looking over his shoulder, I saw the faux fancy clock on the shelf telling me we were only ten minutes into an hour-long session. I let out a long sigh.
“I think you’re right, Doc. I don’t think I’m healthy, either. I don’t sleep, and when I do I have nightmares. Nothing’s helped. Sleeping pills, days off, desk duty. It’s not getting any better.” It wasn’t a lie, but I didn’t think it was a problem. Firefighters were used to working without sleep and were some of the best compartmentalizers out there. If I had kept my shit together at that debriefing session, everything would’ve been cool.
He nodded, and I could see the hint of a smile. How cute. He thought he had made progress, however small. “Let’s start with why you are here. From what I’ve been told, your CISD didn’t go so well. Can you tell me about that?”
Another sigh. Nothing like reliving a horrible memory over and over again in the name of forgetting it.
“May twenty-first. Three twenty-three in the morning, my station gets dispatched to a house fire. Fairly empty neighborhood, mostly abandoned houses. We figured it would just be another surround and drown. We show up to the usual—everybody left in the neighborhood is outside with lawn chairs and beers, because it’s the only exciting thing that happens there. Night or day, it doesn’t matter…”
I remembered every detail. Hell, I remembered a fire on that street we’d been on a few months before. That one had been fully involved by the time we got there, and all we did was make sure the neighbors’ houses didn’t catch. When we went back for the one in May, its blackened remains were just as we’d left them.
As we pulled up, there was a woman in her nightgown waving us down like we couldn’t see the house from three blocks away. There were no streetlights; there were no house lights. The flames had already broken through the roof, leaping into the sky like some hellish beacon.
Our battalion chief was already on scene. I remember him trying to give us info over the hysterical woman’s cries: Two-story building, started as an electrical fire, spread quickly. That much he told us, but her screams let us know that her grandchildren were upstairs. I was walking toward the front door before I even had my mask on. Any firefighter would’ve done the same. The second you hear that there’s a life inside, everything you’ve learned goes out the window.
