Brotherhood of District 23 Complete Series

by Amy Briggs

  She giggled. “No, I meant about anything besides work. He had seemed kind of distracted the last couple weeks, and I was wondering if he ever talked to you about it. Like was he extra stressed out or anything?”

  I thought about it, and Jack was always kind of a chill guy unless he was pissed off at his phone, or one of us for doing something careless. He seemed like maybe he didn’t feel well the last couple weeks, but I didn’t realize it at the time. I decided to keep that to myself for now though.

  “I don’t think so, babe, he was mostly his usual self from what I could tell. I’m not sure that he would have told me if something was troubling him, or if he wasn’t feeling well.” Which was true. We have a ‘man up’ philosophy in the fire department. Basically, if you don’t feel well, suck it up pussy. So, if he didn’t feel well, he wouldn’t have told me unless he thought it was serious. I didn’t think she meant his health though.

  “Hmmm, I was just wondering,” she said, seemingly in thought about it.

  “Do you think something was going on with his health?” I asked. He wasn’t as fit as the rest of us, but he was also a lot older. He certainly could have worked out a bit more, and maybe staved off the heart attack longer, but our job was stressful, and it could happen to fit guys too.

  “Well, he wasn’t the poster boy for health and fitness, but no. I don’t think that’s it. Maybe it was nothing, I’m just doing a lot of thinking about the last year, and how much time we spent together. That’s all. It’s nothing really. Just thinking,” she said.

  I squeezed her closer and kissed her forehead. “Babe, you know you were everything to him right?”

  She squeezed me back tight. “I do know that. I just miss him, and I wish that I'd talked to him about a lot of things before he was gone.”

  “I know, baby, I know.” I didn’t know exactly what to say, but I knew she needed me to hold her. She sighed deeply, and snuggled into me. She was the perfect little fit in my arms. I was holding her hand on my chest, and had my other arm wrapped around her. It was the most comfortable I’ve ever been with a woman.

  We spent the rest of the day sharing stories about her dad, drinking mimosas, and just enjoying each other’s company. I can honestly say that I kind of always thought I’d be solo, playing the field. Sure it would be nice to have someone to come home to after a long shift, someone to worry about me being in danger, but that’s the job. I found plenty of people to keep the sheets warm, but if this is what a relationship is like, I’ve been missing out. It was awesome; I'd never felt so relaxed and content in my life.

  It had been the best day I’ve had in as long as I could remember. Brian was so kind, sweet and gentle all day. Not at all like the last couple years. Talking about my dad, talking about the fun we had as kids, it’s just been so fun and relaxing, and it’s not the mimosas talking. I didn’t want the day to end, but I knew it would have to. Then it’s back to real life. I was going to push that off for as long as I could. We watched the sunset, and Brian asked if I wanted to head back to town.

  “If we must,” I said wistfully. It was kind of like a vacation fairy tale.

  “We can stay here all night if that makes you happy, Jo. You happy is all I want today.” He sounded like he really meant it, but the escape had to come to an end at some point.

  “We should head back I guess. It’s been nice being away from reality all day. Thank you so much,” I rested my forehead on his chest and sighed. He put his arms around me.

  “What’s wrong? You seem upset.” He asked and I tensed. Having this conversation was really the last thing that I wanted to do, but I realized we probably should.

  “I’m not upset; I’m just not thrilled about going back to reality is all. I mean it’s been a wonderful day, but we have to get back to our lives,” I didn’t want to say separate lives, but it was what I meant knowing deep down that the other shoe was bound to drop, I was sure of it.

  “Back to our lives isn’t so bad. You’ve got a lot of support back at home, Matt, the station…me,” he looked at me questioningly. He knew where I was going.

  “You’re not suggesting this become a public ‘thing’ are you? We can’t be together in public, Brian if that’s what you’re implying,” Okay, there I said it. I stiffened up, and he pulled away from me, looking angry. It needed to be said by me, before he did.

  “What do you mean we can’t be together? I thought we established this last night. And this morning.” He was furious.

  “I don’t want to go public. We don’t even know what this is. Especially after last year, and my dad, everything that’s happened. I don’t need people thinking that I fell into the arms of the guy that got my dad’s job at my old firehouse. And to be perfectly honest, this has been an amazing day and I don’t want it to end, but I don’t think either one of us is ready for what showing up ‘together’ really means, do you?”

  I was feeling exasperated but it had to be said. I was anxious and paranoid just thinking about it. The last thing I needed is the public humiliation of this falling apart after a weekend fling the day after we said our goodbyes to my dad. Seriously, I didn’t need the gossip at the station or the county for that matter and I didn’t need the heartbreak that he was going to lay down on me, I mean let’s face it, I was hooked. I’d been hooked my whole life on him. But he’s a heartbreaker plain and simple. I felt tears welling up in my eyes, and now I’m going to cry too? If only a bolt of lightening would’ve stricken me down right at that minute. He was staring at me, and he looked hurt and angry, like really pissed off. I felt like a caged animal and I wanted to flee. But I meant what I said.

  He took a deep breath, shutting his eyes for a moment. I was waiting for him to raise his voice at me, and I was holding my breath anxiously. “Look, Jo, I honestly don’t know what this is between us, but I can tell you that it’s been one of the best days of my life sitting out here with you all day, touching you, kissing you, and watching you smile. I know what I said to you last year was shitty, and we can talk about it at some point. I promise I will explain, but not now. Right now, it’s me and you, baby, and nothing else really matters. I need to be with you, inside of you, around you, and I know you feel it too. If you want to keep this a secret, I can agree to that for now, but I refuse to never kiss those delicious lips again.” He leaned in for a kiss, and I met him halfway. It was soft and deep and felt as if it were meant to prove something. It did, I was getting hot and wet, and I almost forgot everything I had just said. I lost myself when he touched me. I always lost myself with him.

  “So, you’re suggesting that we sneak around?” I whispered when we stopped kissing. I was resting one hand on his chest and holding myself up in the sand with the other.

  “No, you’re saying we have to sneak around. I’m willing to go along with that for now because I crave you, Jo. I’m not nearly done with this, and I know you’re not either, if I have to sneak around behind people’s backs to get to you—I will. It’s not like we have to climb out the bedroom window and sneak away from our parents, people know we're friends. I’ve known you your whole life.” He grabbed me and rolled on top of me in the sand, holding himself up and caging me in between his huge arms. “But make no mistake, you’re mine, Jo. There’s no one else in the picture while this is going on. Understood?” He looked me right in the eyes.

  “Does that go both ways?” I had to ask, and he let his lips spread wide in a handsome grin; trying to disguise his urge to laugh.

  “Yes, it goes both ways. I mean it, both of us. Only you. Only me. I know that you don’t believe me, but you’ll see.” With that, he leaned in for another kiss. It wasn’t the animalistic crazy devouring kiss we had so often, it was deep and loving, and I forgot my name when it happened. He literally took my breath away. This couldn’t possibly be real, could it?

  Honestly, I wanted to flip the fuck out when she said we couldn’t ‘go public’ what ever the fuck that even means. I’m actually totally impressed with myself that I didn’t,
and I somehow came up with a game plan on the fly. I usually do what I want and generally, especially when it comes to women, I get what I want. That being said, I didn’t want to scare her off and I sure as hell didn’t want to stop fucking her. I didn’t really love the idea of having a secret from my brothers at the firehouse, or my actual brother for that matter, but if it kept this thing going longer then I was all for it. I couldn’t get the woman off my mind and if it meant sneaking around to see her naked and otherwise, then so be it. For the time being.

  I'd never actually had a girlfriend that I brought out with me anywhere anyway, so this was fine until I figured out what is really going on between us. I was going to ride this out because I'd get to see her, and she wouldn’t be seeing anyone else. Apparently, I’m more fucked than I thought. When did I start becoming such a pussy? God, I needed to get to the gym and workout or something. Do something manly.

  We pulled into her driveway, and she reached to open the door. “Hey!” I snapped at her.

  “What?” I startled her and hopped out of my side.

  “What did I tell you about letting me get the door for you?” I smiled across the bench seat at her.

  She immediately blushed and smiled, so my mission was accomplished, as she took her hand off the door. I came around and opened her door for her, taking her hand and helping her out of the truck.

  “You’ve become quite the gentlemen, Cavanaugh,” she took my hand and we walked to the front door of her dad’s old place.

  “You like it?” I caressed her face with the back of my hand.

  “I do, very much,” she whispered.

  “Are you going to invite me in, Jo?” I kissed her softly.

  “Would you like to come in, Brian?” she smiled up at me, her gray eyes sparkling.

  “Why yes, I would like to come in and get you out of that dress. Immediately please,” I started reaching up under her dress, finding her wet, just how I liked her.

  She opened the door, and pulled me in behind her. I shut and locked it, turning to pin her with my stare. Her back was to me; I stopped her and pulled her into my chest. Kissing her neck, I slid one of the straps of her dress off her shoulder and she leaned into me more, making my cock hard as hell. I was wearing basketball shorts, so there was no hiding what she did to me.

  “Let’s go to my room,” she whispered and took my hand, pulling me behind her. We got to her room and she turned to face me, grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it up over her head in one motion. Standing in front of me, braless, wearing nothing but a pair of white lacy panties, she smiled and then looked down.

  “Álainn...beautiful...you’re so beautiful. Look at me, Josephine,” I took her chin in my hand and lifted her face to meet my eyes. “Don’t look away, baby,” I told her as I yanked my shirt up over my head. Looking into my eyes, she didn’t say anything and it made me question if she was okay. I took her face in my hands again, bringing her close. “Talk to me, Jo,” I stroked her face gently.

  “Now is not for talking,” she smiled and leaned in to kiss me. My heart was racing, as I pulled her in tight to take her mouth to mine, all the blood in my body rushed right to my cock again, igniting my need to be inside her. Playing with the waistband of my shorts, she reached in and freed my cock and sunk to her knees, dragging my shorts down with her. Taking me in her mouth, she licked the tip of my cock which was just starting to drip, and then took my entire length.

  “Oh fuck, Josephine, that feels so fucking good,” I was holding the back of her head as gently as I could while she used one hand to stroke my shaft, and the other was massaging my balls. She used just the right amount of pressure with her tongue as she bobbed her head up and down on my aching cock. My balls were getting heavy and I was going to cum any minute. “I’m going to cum baby, you gotta stop,” I tried to gently push her away.

  My girl grabbed onto my ass and began sucking even more vigilantly, I couldn’t take it anymore, I let every bit of cum I had hit the back of her throat and she swallowed every drop. I yelled out with my release, grabbing the back of her head as gently as I possibly could at that moment, which wasn’t very gentle.

  Holy shit, was that fucking hot. When I was done, she let my cock out of her beautiful mouth with a pop and she looked up at me, still on her knees with a satisfied smile on her face. Goddamn she’s so hot and so beautiful, and she’s mine was all I could think looking down at her like that. “Oh, my God, that was amazing. Now get up and turn around,” I demanded. I was going to fuck her so hard she’d feel me all day tomorrow, but not before I taste her sweet pussy again.

  She got up slowly, touching me softly all the way up, kissing my torso, my abs and my chest on her way up, rubbing those full perky breasts up my body. She turned around, her back to me, rubbing so closely and softly against me, I was instantly hard again. “Bend over,” I demanded gruffly and she obeyed immediately, leaning her hands onto the bed with her ass in the air toward me, still wearing those white lace panties.

  I softly rubbed the small of her back, and gently rolled her panties down to her ankles and helped her step out of them, widening her stance, and running my hand back up her leg between her thighs. She took a breath in, and I caressed that perfect round ass with my other hand and gave it a squeeze. I fucking loved her ass, I was going to get it eventually, but not yet. I got down on my knees, and bent her further over on the mattress, her legs spread wide in my face, and began licking her sweet juices.

  She started moaning softly, and I stuck a finger deep inside her, lapping at her wet pussy. “Oh, Brian,” she called out, sticking her ass even further into the air, and pumping her sweet little clit on my finger. Just as she started to cry out, ready to cum, I pulled my finger out, stood up, and thrust all of my cock inside her. She cried out. “Oh, my God, Brian, fuck fuck fuck!!!” She met me, pushing back into every thrust, calling out my name. I fucking loved it when she screamed my name.

  I could tell she was almost ready, she was panting and clawing at the sheets on the bed. “Come with me, Jo, come with me, baby!” and I fucked her even harder, with everything I had, while she screamed my name out into the mattress, arching her back and pulling the sheets toward her. I pumped her pussy full and when we were both done, I practically collapsed on top of her, my heart beating out of my chest. We were both shaking and panting, relishing in the aftershocks. I scooped her up onto the bed, planted a kiss on her lips, and went to the bathroom to get something to clean us both up.

  When I came back, she was laying on the bed, totally naked, smiling at the ceiling. I stopped for a minute and she looked over in my direction. “Hey you,” she grinned.

  “Hey, beautiful, whatcha thinking over here,” I climbed on the bed next to her, and cleaned us both up with a warm washcloth. “That was pretty amazing, Jo.”

  “Yes, yes it was. I think I’ll be feeling that tomorrow,” she laughed.

  Feeling some pride, I replied. “That was the plan. Gotta have me on your mind tomorrow,” I dropped the towel on the ground, and scooted in next to her, pulling her close. She sighed into me, and I squeezed her a little tighter and planted several kisses on the top of her head. Inhaling her scent, that freshness that reminded me of spring mornings when the orange blossoms were blooming, I felt more at ease than I ever remembered feeling and the more time I spent with her like that, the more comfortable I became.

  “Oh, I’m sure I’ll be thinking of you tomorrow, Brian.” She gave me a squeeze, then started to get up.

  “Where are you going?” I reached out to keep her in place next to me. She dodged me, and went over to her closet and grabbed some little shorts and a fire department t-shirt to put on.

  “I’m not going anywhere, but the shower, however you gotta get home,” she laughed. I frowned back at her, I didn’t want to go. I wanted to wake up next to her. I was about to throw a temper tantrum.

  “I think I’d rather just stay here in bed with you.”

  “Yea, as nice as that would be, and it would be
nice,” she came over to the bed and kissed me. “We both have early shifts tomorrow, babe, and my house is pretty much on everyone’s way to work, so your truck needs to not be sitting in my driveway in the morning,” she got back up off the bed.

  “How about this? How about if I join you in the shower, and then I’ll go home to my lonely bed without you tonight if I absolutely must?” I tried to negotiate.

  “That sounds like a fair deal, Cavanaugh, I like how you do business.” Her smile was so bright it gave me butterflies. She came back over to the bed, leaned over me and planted a sweet kiss on my lips, taking my hand, and dragging me with her to the bathroom.

  After stripping down again, she leaned over and turned the water on, and I stood watching her in awe for a moment. It was like watching art that you couldn’t understand, but you loved anyway. As my eyes roamed her beautiful body, taking in her colorful tattoos, I was hard again. She turned around to look at me and a smile formed at the corners of her mouth “Come on, let’s get in, babe.” she whispered. Okay, yeah I loved it when she calls me babe. I loved it when she calls me anything actually, but that, I really loved, it sent a warm sensation straight to my chest.

  I followed her into the huge walk-in shower, unable to keep my hands off her. She was standing under the water, and pulled me in to kiss her. “This is really nice, Brian,” she whispered with her lips just barely touching mine.

  I wrapped my arms around her and agreed. “Yes it is, baby, we’ll have to make this a habit.” I seriously couldn’t stop smiling around her. She's sexy, smart, she’s everything, and my carnal need was beginning to take over. I grabbed the body wash and some poofy sponge thing and started to wash her. She had a perfect body. She wasn’t tiny, she was fit and strong, curvy, with that nice round ass that I couldn’t get enough of.

  She started to make quiet moaning sounds as I rubbed her body down gently, the hot water rolling over both of us, wrapping us in warmth. She in turn, was rubbing soap around my shoulders and neck, massaging me with just enough pressure to send tingles through my whole body. I was so relaxed, and so turned on that I dropped to my knees in the shower, and pushed her against the shower wall. I grabbed her leg and threw it over my shoulder, I was going to taste her delicious pussy again right now.