by Cathryn Fox
He quickly slipped one on and rejoined her. He brushed his lips over hers and his fingers widened her opening. She was so small and tight he feared he’d hurt her. Megan reached down and stroked him.
Blue eyes met his. “Please fuck me,” she said, her voice full of want.
Brady opened her legs with his, bent his knees and positioned his head at her slick entrance. His nostrils flared. His blood pounded hot. His bottled-up lust exploded. In one swift motion, he pushed into her, lifting her clear off her feet.
“Yessss,” she hissed. She wrapped her legs around his waist to hold him inside her. Brady slipped his arms under her ass and balanced her against the wall. Her heat scorched him, her muscles gripped him hard.
“You’re so tight, Megan. I’m filling you up.”
With her back to the wall, she rocked her hips forward so that her hard nipples scraped across his chest, her hands clawing through his hair. God, she was so wild, so frenzied. Her eyes blazed with need. “Brady, please stop talking and just fuck me.”
The urgency in her voice prompted him into action. “My pleasure.” Needing to give her what she wanted and answer the pull in his groin, he began rocking, burrowing deeper, ravishing her with dark hunger. Breath labored, she met his every thrust. Her muscles spasmed and sucked him in deeper. Her sweet syrup scorched his cock. Jesus, he was so close. He clenched his jaw in distress before he completely lost all control.
The fire in her eyes licked over him. Heat colored her skin. She closed her eyes, seemingly delirious with pleasure. Balancing her with one arm, he reached between them and pinched her clit. She gave a broken gasp. He could feel the pressure building inside her, feel her soft quakes. Their eyes met. He plunged deeper.
“Brady…” she whispered against his cheek. Suddenly, her body began vibrating and he felt her rippling tightness around his cock.
A rush of tenderness overcame him as he watched her peak. “That’s it, Megan. Let go. Drip on my cock.”
Panting, she gave herself over to the hot flow of release. Her nails bit into his skin as her heat soaked his cock. She moaned and impaled herself on his erection. “Oh, God, Brady,” she whimpered. Brady drew quick shaky breaths as his cock absorbed each delicious wave of release.
After her tremors subsided, her lips found his. She brushed his hair back and collapsed against him. “Please, Brady. I want to feel you come inside me.”
He crushed his chest into hers, and with single-minded determination, he pumped again and again, until he reached the point of no return. He gave a low groan of surrender. Holding her tight, he threw his head back and released deep inside her.
She cried out as he pulsed and throbbed deep in her pussy. “That…feels…so…incredible.”
“Sweetheart, you feel incredible,” he managed to get out between pants.
A long moment later, Brady inched back and let her legs fall to the floor. He quickly discarded the condom, then gathered her into his arms and held her. She nestled against him. Both of them breathing heavy, they just stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms. When he felt her shiver, Brady walked backward and pulled her into the warm spray.
She gave a small sigh and tipped her head to meet his eyes. “I really, really needed that.” Brady smiled down at her and hugged her tighter. “It’s been a long time,” she admitted. “Two years to be exact.” She chuckled softly, poked her finger into his chest and added, “After one night with you, I just might be able to make it through another two years.”
Brady chuckled. “Don’t worry, Megan. There’s plenty more from where that came from.”
Her eyes opened wide. “Yeah?”
“Oh yeah.” And he was about to prove it. He pitched his voice low. “Let me wash you up.” He grabbed her hips, twisted her around, and tucked her ass into his groin. He lathered his palms and began soaping her body. His hands slid over her breasts, and her stomach, then between her legs. She moaned and arched into his touch.
“Ahhh…is this supposed to be turning me on?” she asked breathlessly. “You’re turning me into a sex nymphette. Keep this up and I’ll want you to do this to me every day.”
Then his plan was working.
She pushed against his cock and he instantly hardened. “I’m just trying to wash you up.” When she angled her head to see him, he pulled an innocent face and purposely nudged her clit.
As his erection press into her back, she stepped forward, splayed her hands on the wall and tipped her ass, offering herself up so nicely to him. “Please, Brady, I need to feel you inside me, again.”
Brady knew there was just no sating their hunger for each other. He stepped back to let his gaze pan over her. Hands pressed to the wall, ass up in the air, her slick pussy was wide-open, still swollen from his cock. He swallowed hard at the erotic sight.
Passion and possession raced through him. Brady quickly sheathed himself again and, with one quick push, plunged into her heat.
“Ooohhh,” she whispered, rocking back and forth on his cock, “that feels so good.”
He wrapped his hands around her waist and pumped hard and deep. She fisted her fingers and she bent forward a little more, granting him deeper access.
“More,” she screamed. “Harder.”
Brady rammed her deep, giving her his entire length and girth. Bending over her back, he buried himself in her balls deep.
Wild with need, she began thrashing against him. “Like that. Oh God, yes, just like that,” she cried out.
He pounded harder and just like that, she came apart in his arms. Her muscles clenched around his dick, and he exploded right along with her.
He grabbed her waist and spun her around to face him. His lips found hers. “You are so wild,” he murmured into her mouth.
She gave a satisfied sigh. “You’re pretty wild yourself.” She wound her hands around his neck and held him close to her.
He brushed her wet hair from her face. His heart pounded in his chest. There was no way he could let her walk away tonight. “Megan, stay here with me.”
She glanced around. “Here?”
He chuckled. “Not here in the shower. Here in the firehouse.”
“Can I do that?”
He nodded. “I’ll make us something to eat, and later, when you get tired, you can go to sleep in my cot.”
Her glance settled on her wet clothes. “What will I wear?”
“I keep spare clothes in my locker. You can slip into something.”
She grinned. “You think they’ll fit?”
“We’ll make them fit.” He pulled her in tighter. Now that he had her here, he had no intention of letting her go. For the rest of the night, he planned on fucking her over and over again, catering to her every sexual need.
“Come on, sweetheart. Let’s go get changed. I’m starting to shrivel.”
Teasing moved into her eyes as they dropped to his cock. “Doesn’t look like it from here.”
He laughed. “Keep that up and we’ll never get out of here.”
“Umm, Brady, before we go…”
“Yeah?”
“You mentioned something earlier about chivalry.”
He dipped his head to look into her gorgeous blue eyes. “Uh-huh.”
“Something about ladies first, second, and even third.”
“That’s right. I did.”
She nibbled her bottom lip and offered a mischievous grin. “I believe I only counted two?” she lied.
“Two, huh?” He chuckled at her playful side.
She shrugged innocently. Her lips twitched. “Yup, only two.” She gave him a sexy wink. “Then again, math never was my strong point.”
Chapter Three
“Good morning, gorgeous.”
Megan stretched and opened her eyes. She smiled as her gaze settled on Brady. Eyes dim, hair mussed, and fully clothed, he lay beside her on his cot, looking warm and sleepy. She’d fallen asleep only hours earlier, not that she had wanted to. She enjoyed Brady’s company far too much to waste
the night away sleeping. But morning was upon them, his shift was over, and she knew it was time for her to make her way back to Cassie’s house.
“Good morning, handsome,” she whispered back. She snuggled into him and as her eyes fell shut, she took a moment to recall the amazing night they had shared. Her body quaked in remembrance.
Late last evening, after showering, they’d made their way to the firehouse kitchen, where they’d whipped up a couple of omelets. She had no idea that Brady was such a fabulous cook.
Over their omelets, Megan had spilled jam on herself, which meant another trip to the shower to wash up. The erotic memories of what took place during that little interlude filled her with warmth. Honestly, now that Brady had opened those sexual floodgates, there was just no stopping her.
Last night was the most amazing, incredible, fairy tale night she’d ever had. Too bad morning was now upon her, and it was time to get back to the real world.
When Brady dropped a soft, tender kiss on her mouth, her lids fluttered open. Her gaze met with warm hazel eyes, and something inside her hitched. There was no denying that she felt something deeper for him. How could she not? Brady had been so giving, tender, and attentive last night, taking care of all her needs, inside the bedroom – or, rather, shower - and out. Even though she felt the deeper connection, she refused to go there - to that place where fairy tales turned into bad realities. Right now she just wanted to savor the memories of their great night together and leave it at that.
“Come on, sweetheart. Let me take you home.”
She touched his cheek. A warm shiver tingled all the way to her toes. “Brady, last night was great. Really, really great. But there can’t be anything more between us. I probably should have made that clear from the beginning.”
He shook his head. “I know.”
Okay, so he agreed to those terms rather quickly. But wasn’t that what she wanted?
Less than a half hour later, still dressed in Brady’s flannel pajama pants and a T-shirt, Megan followed Brady out to his truck.
“Are you working again tonight?” she asked. It felt weird, making small talk after the intimacies they’d shared last night.
He nodded and opened the passenger’s side door for her. She offered him a smile. “You really are a gentleman, aren’t you?”
He gave her a sexy wink. “Like I said, ladies first.”
“Yeah, and second, and third, and fourth, and fifth,” she blurted out.
They both chuckled, easing the tension around them. After he backed his truck from the parking lot, his hand snaked out and closed over hers. Never once did he let her go during the entire ride to Cassie and Nick’s.
When Brady pulled into the circular driveway, Megan glanced at him. Okay, this was awkward. What did one say after a night of wild sex with a man she’d only recently met, but felt like she’d known for a lifetime? “I guess I’ll see you later then.”
“At least let me walk you to the door.”
She nodded and climbed from the truck. They made their way to the back door. The minute Megan stepped inside, she knew something was wrong. She came up short and Brady crashed into her from behind.
When she bumped forward, his hands snaked around her waist to support her. It reminded her how incredible his touch made her feel.
“Whoa. Are you okay?”
She assured him she was fine, but that didn’t stop him from holding her tight, like he’d always held her in such a manner. He remained pressed to her back, arms around her waist as she glanced at Cassie and Nick sitting at the table. Cassie’s eyes were red. Had she been crying?
Megan worked to keep her voice steady, which was hard to do with Brady’s arms around her. “What’s going on?” Megan asked them.
Cassie blew her nose and said, “It appears the entire staff at All Seasons Catering has come down with food poisoning. It happened a few days ago but they delayed in telling me because they thought they’d be up and running by now.”
Megan felt the blood drain to her feet. “Oh no.”
Cassie threw her hands up in the air. “The wedding is in four days. Where am I going to get a caterer this late? Finding a dancer was hard enough on such short notice, but getting someone to cook an entire meal for one hundred people will damn well be impossible.”
Megan’s mind raced with the turn of events. She could do this. If she had the proper facilities and staff, she could pull this off. Her heart beat harder in her chest.
“It’s not impossible,” she blurted out.
Cassie’s eyes lit up in hope. “No?”
“No. I can do this, Cassie.”
“You can?”
Still cradling her from behind, Brady said, “And I’ll help.”
Incredulous, Megan stepped away from the circle of his arms and twisted around to face him. “Really?”
Brady’s arms dropped to his sides, and he shrugged easily. “Sure. I’m not without my own culinary skills, you know.”
Oh, she knew. He was a man of many talents.
“Where can you prepare the meal?” Cassie asked.
“We can use the firehouse kitchen. It’s fully equipped. We might have to rent another oven and refrigerator but that shouldn’t be a problem,” Brady said.
Nick piped in. “What about kitchen staff?”
Megan spun back around to face Cassie and Nick. “With Brady’s help, I won’t need any other kitchen staff. We’ll just need serving staff at the banquet hall.”
“I already have serving staff in place,” Cassie added. “I just didn’t have any food for them to serve.”
“We can prepare the food ahead of time, and deliver it to the hall,” Brady said.
Megan turned to Brady. “Brady, do you know where we can rent hot and cold chafing dishes?”
“Not offhand, but we can check the rent-all place down on Main Street.”
“Good, we’ll do that this afternoon. We also need to go shopping for food supplies. We can prepare the food the morning before the wedding and drop it off at the banquet hall. The serving staff can take over from there.”
“Then we’ll still have plenty of time to get ready for the wedding,” Brady added.
“Right, because no way am I missing the wedding.”
As Megan and Brady talked out the details, Cassie and Nick just sat there listening, their heads bobbing back and forth between the two, following the conversation.
It suddenly occurred to Megan that Master Chef Lucien Beaufort would be a guest. “Oh my God,” she said.
“What?” all three asked at once.
“I’ll be cooking for Lucien Beaufort.”
Still sniffing, Cassie stood and plugged the kettle in. “That’s right, Megan. You know he’s always on the lookout for new talent.”
A mixture of excitement and nervousness stole through her. “I’ll be cooking for Lucien Beaufort,” she repeated.
Brady’s soft chuckle wrapped around her. So did his arms. “Don’t worry, Megan. We can pull this off. You’re going to impress Lucien so much, he’s going to beg you to come work for him.” He dropped his voice for her ears only. “Then you can move to Chicago, and after a hard night’s work, when you’re all dirty, you can stop by the firehouse for a long, hot, soapy shower.”
Her entire body quaked with the possibility.
His hands cupped her cheeks. “Why don’t you go get some sleep and I’ll stop by later to pick you up? Then we can work out a menu and go shopping. I need to pick up some supplies for the station anyway.” Despite the audience, he dropped a warm kiss on her mouth and then shot Nick a glance. “I’ll see you guys later.”
With that, he made his way out the door. Megan watched him go. Tamping down a sudden riot of emotions, she turned back to Cassie and Nick. When Cassie opened her mouth, Megan held her hands up in a halting motion. “It was a one-night affair, that’s all.”
Cassie didn’t press Megan any further, and for that, Megan was grateful. Instead, Cassie crossed the room and leaned i
n to hug Megan.
“Thank you, Megan. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate you doing this for me.”
Megan hugged her back. “For you, Cassie, anything. But save the thanks until after the food is served. Just knowing Lucien will be dining on my cuisine has my stomach in knots.” And knowing Brady would be in that kitchen with her, helping her every step of the way, had the rest of her in knots.
Even though she was tired, her mind continued to race a thousand miles an hour. She made her way to her bedroom for a quick nap before Brady came back for her.
Brady.
The things that man had done to her last night. And the things he promised to do to her again. Her body ignited with memories.
Okay so the guy was hot, heroic, witty, charming, and skilled in bed. Qualities she never thought she’d find in a man. But that certainly didn’t mean she was going to go all soft inside and fall for him.
* * *
Exhausted, Brady climbed into his truck and drove out of the driveway. He needed to head back to the fire station to pick up Jag before making his way home to crash for a couple hours. Last night he’d gone without sleep, and this morning he was feeling the effects, not that he would have played the night out any other way.
After cooking and talking with Megan until the wee hours of the morning, she’d slept in his cot while he’d spent his time watching her, caressing her, and enjoying every minute of her company.
His heart pounded harder in his chest every time he relived last night’s lovemaking sessions and the frenzied way she wanted him. Her uninhibited responses to his touch had raised his passion to new heights. He loved the way he aroused her until she was delirious with need and the way they were unable to sate their desire for each other. Throughout the night they both continued to take and give until exhaustion finally overtook them.
Brady took a moment to reminisce about the way she gave herself over to him last night, welcoming him into her body. Now he just needed her to welcome him into her heart.
