Firefighter Christmas Complete Series Box Set (A Firefighter Holiday Romance Love Story)

by Nella Tyler

  “You—I didn’t really have kids on my mind,” Mackenzie said, blushing. I took a quick breath to settle my nerves; I’d been thinking about more than just having sex with Mack when we got back home. I’d been thinking about my bet with Landon, and whether or not it was time—now that the deadline was on me—to tell Mack about it.

  “I’m not thinking of kids in particular,” I said, giving Mack’s hand a squeeze. “But there’s something I want to talk to you about.”

  “That sounds like it will either be great or awful,” Mack said. She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “Okay, tell me what it is.”

  “I made a bet with Landon, right about the time we first met,” I told Mack. “It wasn’t—I didn’t make it because of meeting you, but it was around the same time.”

  “What was the bet?” Mack looked at me intently.

  “That I couldn’t find him a new mom by New Year’s Day.”

  “What?”

  I glanced at Mack, hoping that she didn’t look too appalled. “It was a silly bet,” I said, shrugging. “The wager was that if I couldn’t find him a new mom, I had to buy him a second Christmas-worth of gifts—his entire list, all over again.”

  Mack stared at me a moment longer and then started to laugh, shaking her head. “That is a silly bet for sure,” she told me. “So I guess this is the deadline, since it’s New Year’s Day as of about an hour and a half ago.”

  “It is,” I said, nodding. I hesitated for a moment. “I’m not going to propose to you right now, by the way,” I glanced at her and tried to smile. “But I was thinking that if—if you wanted to be part of my life, and Landon’s, that would make me happy. I’m glad to buy him another round of Christmas presents.”

  “I think—I think it would be crazy to go so far as to get engaged,” Mack said. “But…after everything so far, I think…I think I’m ready to at least commit to being part of your and Landon’s life.”

  I pulled over onto the shoulder.

  “Are you okay?” she asked, startled.

  Instead of answering, I put the car in park and leaned over to kiss Mack. I couldn’t help myself—and I couldn’t possibly wait any longer. I kissed her until we were both panting, and then broke away.

  “Landon is going to get double-double presents,” I told Mack, grinning. “We’ll do a whole Christmas morning thing, the three of us, in two weeks.”

  “That’ll be beautiful,” Mack said, smiling. I took a deep breath and took the car out of park; I had to get her back to my place as fast as possible.

  Epilogue

  New Year’s Eve

  One Year Later

  “Everyone’s taking their seats,” Amie said behind me. “They’re going into the chapel from the lobby right now.”

  “Are you sure you don’t want to do a first look photo set?”

  I couldn’t open my eyes to look at the photographer; the makeup artist was busy applying shadow to my eyelids, blending it with brushes. My ass was starting to go numb from how long I had been sitting in the chair, but I knew better than to complain; I had asked for a particular hairstyle, and a particular makeup look—it wouldn’t be fair for me to bitch about how long it took.

  “That’s going to take too long,” I said, keeping my eyes obediently closed. “Just get pictures of him at the altar, and pictures of me coming down the aisle; that will be good enough.”

  I thought that my heart couldn’t possibly beat faster in my chest; I pictured the beautiful cream-white dress I would be putting on in a few more minutes in my mind. A little more than a year before, I would have given long odds for me getting married at all—much less so soon.

  “Okay,” the makeup artist said quietly. “Open your eyes carefully, and take a look in the mirror. Tell me if it looks as good to you as it does to me.” I slowly lifted my eyelids; they felt heavy with all the makeup already on them, but when I looked at myself in the mirror it didn’t look like I was wearing a ton of makeup—it looked like I was only wearing a little bit, but that my eyes were even bigger, bolder, more vivid than ever.

  “I look gorgeous,” I said, my breath catching in my throat.

  “You look gorgeous even with no makeup on,” Jessica said from somewhere off to my right. The hair stylist was still working on my hair, wielding a curling iron and a mouthful of bobby pins. “But I will say that you’re starting to look like a total princess.”

  I laughed as carefully as I could—I didn’t want to get a burn or mess up my own hair while it was being styled—and carefully looked over my shoulder without turning my head. “If I’d had my way, we’d all be at the Justice of the Peace, and I’d be wearing jeans and a sweater.”

  My parents had insisted on me having a “real wedding,” with bridesmaids, a reception—the whole nine yards. I had tried to get Patrick on my side, but Landon had trumped us; one of his friends at school had been a ring bearer at a cousin’s wedding, and he had campaigned hard for us to have a wedding so that he could follow in the trend. Patrick had done his son one better: he’d made Landon his best man, and my two brothers were groomsmen. I’d taken Jessica as one of my bridesmaids, Evie as my Matron of Honor, and Amie as my third bridesmaid. I’d enlisted my niece as my flower girl, and one of Landon’s cousins was our ring bearer.

  I struggled to sit still as the two stylists finished up their work, getting more and more excited by the moment. I was tingling all over, hot and cold flashes washing over me. I was nervous about the ceremony—even though I’d managed to pare down the guest list to the bare minimum, there were still easily fifty people in the chapel—but I was happy and excited at the idea of the reception afterwards, and then the honeymoon that Patrick and I would be going on.

  It had taken Patrick no more than six months after telling me about his bet with Landon to propose. I’d thought that maybe he would ask me at the end of the year; I didn’t suspect anything even when Patrick told me about the date: he’d scheduled all of the places we’d gone to in the first month of dating, including the park where we’d gone ice-skating, one of the restaurants where we’d had dinner, and the café where our first date had been. While I waited at the table for him to go and get our coffees, someone appeared out of nowhere and delivered a bouquet of peonies—late for the season, but just as beautiful as any I’d ever seen—directly to my table. I’d been shocked at the fact that the delivery guy had somehow managed to find me in the middle of a crowded café, much less that he knew I was the person he was supposed to deliver to.

  And then Patrick had appeared with our coffees, and asked if I liked the flowers. “I have no idea how you managed this,” I had told him, still staring at the beautiful blooms.

  “You’ll be really surprised by this, then,” he’d said. I looked up and saw that he’d put an open jewelry box on a little saucer, and inside of the jewelry box was a beautiful diamond ring. “Will you marry me, Mack?”

  I had barely been able to stop crying from happiness enough to say yes, and we’d immediately agreed to have our wedding on New Year’s Eve, since that had been the night that we’d finally, truly come together as a couple. It just made sense to us.

  “Okay, time to get you into that dress,” Jess said, just as the two stylists finished up their work.

  “Give me a second to look at myself!” I protested, smiling. I looked into the mirror and saw myself transformed. I didn’t look like a completely different person—I wouldn’t have liked that—but I did look more beautiful than I thought I had ever looked in my entire life before.

  “How long do you think it’s going to take Patrick to get the dress off of her at the end of the night?” I rolled my eyes at Amie even as she, Jess, and Evie got to work helping to tighten my bodice and pull the other pieces of the dress together on my body. I’d tried to pick something out that wouldn’t be too complicated, but it still required a lot more effort than I would normally put into a dress I was only ever going to wear once.

  “Since she’s not going to wear it again, it d
oesn’t matter if he destroys it,” Jess said. I chuckled.

  “Are you going to wear that lingerie I got you for your bridal shower?”

  I grinned at Evie, shaking my head carefully as they worked to get the veil on me.

  “I don’t know. Maybe when we get to Tahiti.” Landon was going to be with us for the honeymoon—but he was staying in a separate room, with his mother’s parents. I couldn’t have imagined leaving Landon out of the fun, but the honeymoon was supposed to primarily be about me and Patrick having a little time to ourselves. We would be in Tahiti for two weeks, soaking in the sun and getting tanned in the middle of winter. I couldn’t think of anything I would have wanted more.

  “What do you want to bet that she ends up having a kid with the same birthday as John?” I rolled my eyes.

  “I’m not trying to get pregnant,” I protested. That wasn’t completely and entirely true; Patrick and I had been talking a lot about when we wanted to try for a baby. Landon was six, and he still wanted a younger sibling to play with and take care of; and even though I loved Landon more and more every day, I did want a baby of my own to raise. While we weren’t exactly planning to have a child during our honeymoon, I didn’t think I’d be upset if we did. I didn’t know whether I’d quit working if and when a baby did come—Patrick and I had both agreed to worry about that when the time came—but I loved spending time with Landon, and I knew that I would want to spend even more time with him and with my new baby if and when I had a child.

  “Okay—okay. Everyone is seated and the groom is in his spot,” Evie said, hurrying back into the room from her quick check-in at the chapel down the hall. “You’re ready to go, you look beautiful.”

  Evie kissed me on the cheek, and then so did Jess and finally Amie, and I stood up, taking one last look at myself in the mirror. I tingled all over, and when Jess handed me the bouquet—snowy white roses and blush peonies—I took as deep a breath as my bodice would allow. “Let’s get this done before midnight, ladies,” Evie laughed.

  “It’s my wedding!” I said, grinning. I took another quick breath and Evie opened the door. “I’ll take as long as I want to take.”

  I swallowed against the dry, tight feeling in my throat and followed my bridesmaids out of the prep room and down the hall to the chapel. The doors were closed; everyone except for my dad and the wedding party were inside, waiting. I looked at my beautiful friends, my family members, my proud father, and when I heard the music start up in the chapel to signal the start of my new life as Patrick’s wife and Landon’s step-mother, I thought that I could never be more overjoyed in my entire life.

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  WOMANIZER

  By Nella Tyler

  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

  Copyright © 2015 Nella Tyler

  Chapter One

  Her head moved up and down my shaft in a deliberate attempt to please me. She wanted to impress me with her skills. I didn’t mind. More power to any woman who wanted to put out the extra effort to please me, but her blowjob wasn’t anything special. It didn’t feel different from any number of women who had sucked on me before.

  I closed my eyes and enjoyed her mouth; just because she wasn’t doing an exceptional job was no reason to turn her away. A mediocre blowjob was still a blowjob.

  My mind wandered to work and the current market trends; that’s how I knew it wasn’t a good blowjob. An exceptional sucking would leave my mind too numb for thought. Instead, I was left to analyze precisely the stocks in my head and plan what I would purchase Monday morning. The stock market consumed me; morning to night I constantly had the ticker tape of companies in my head.

  Her brown hair seemed to get in the way, so I reached down and held onto it. Not only did it help her by keeping her hair out of the way of my cock, but it also allowed me to guide her head a little in the motions. I pulled tight on her hair, and she looked up at me. She probably wanted to say something about it hurting, but decided not to.

  I watched as her red lips made a perfect circle around my cock. Her tight lips pressed down on me, and the pressure was fantastic; if only she could get the stroke down, then she would be much better at giving head.

  Her skin was flawless, and my hands stroked the back of her neck as she thrust her head up and down on top of me. She didn’t have a freckle, mole, or blemish anywhere on her back. It fascinated me.

  Her round ass was exposed, and I couldn’t help but think about how much she would scream out when I entered her from behind. It was only a matter of time before I gave up on her oral sex skills and decided to fuck her to get this over with.

  “Deeper,” I commanded as I guided her throat to take my cock as far as she could.

  Like a good girl, she did. Her eyes went wide as my cock entered her throat, and she seemed to be surprised that she could take it so deep. Again and again she thrust her mouth down and soon I felt the pleasure of my cum building up for a grand explosion.

  The sucking sound echoed throughout my bedroom; I loved that sound. It sometimes echoed in my mind long after the girl had left for the night. I purposely kept very minimal pictures and decorations on my bedroom walls so nothing got in the way of the sound.

  I used the leverage I had on her head to thrust her down hard as I finally released deep into her throat. She seemed delighted when it was over and moved her mouth to kiss up my abs. Oh, how I hated this part. Her lips moved slowly up my body, and her dark brown eyes looked up at me. She wanted more; the desire filled her eyes.

  It was after the sex when they always wanted to cuddle or talk. None of that was my thing; I was there to please them. I wanted to show them how hot sex could be when they got away from their straight-laced, boring boyfriends. I didn’t cuddle. I sometimes did fall asleep with them in my bed, though, but only when the sex was exceptional.

  “How was that baby?” the girl asked as she stood up in front of me.

  Her body was insane, with curves in all the right places. She had perky breasts and a tight little ass. I think her name was Mary, or maybe it was Martha; I couldn’t remember. I reached out and pulled her close to me. My lips moved gently along her breast until I found her nipple and pulled it into my mouth.

  She moaned with pleasure as I flicked and licked one nipple and then the other. My body reacted to the taste of her.

  “Oh yes, babe, I like that,” she moaned.

  I had picked a good one; I had a feeling she would scream and moan so my neighbors could hear. I loved it when a girl could disturb the rotten, uptight couple that I shared the floor with. They wouldn’t know good sex if it hit them right in the head. Constantly the husband was sent to knock on my door and request I keep it down. He always looked defeated as he obliged his wife and did as he was told.

  I picked Mary, or Martha, up at the bar. She had giggled with her girlfriends when they looked at me. I could have picked any of them, but she seemed to be the most willing. Our conversation consisted of her talking about her job, something boring I assume since I couldn’t remember it. Then when I got her away from her friends, I easily had her full attention. With a couple compliments and a wink, she was on her way back to my apartment with me.

  Women were so predictable. It shouldn’t be that easy to pick up a woman in New York City, but it was. Pay attention to them, smile, listen and they were yours. These women had spent years with assholes hitting on them; the second you could appear as a nice guy, they were ready to spread their legs and let you have them all night long.

  They knew I didn’t want a relationship. They knew I was in it for the night only, but that didn’t scare them away. Having a one night stand might not have been something most of these wom
en ever thought they would do. But the second I was in front of them with my nice guy smile and my custom suit, their panties just dropped for me.

  It wasn’t a coincidence that I liked to hang out at Edward’s, the bar on the corner of 5th street near my condo in downtown New York City. The bar was a magnet for business professionals and the women were always overworked and undersexed, which made them ripe for the picking.

  As we entered my building, the doorman and entryway always impressed them. It was a lavish building for sure; Donald Trump had built it with the intention of impressing people from the moment they walked in. It certainly did do that. Women got wet just from the mirrored elevator ride up to my apartment. Of course, I helped entice them with a long and seductive kiss as we made our way up to the 32nd floor.

  When we exited the elevator, it always surprised them that there were only two apartments on my entire floor. That alone showed the grand size of my condo and I could hear the dollar signs ringing in the women’s heads when they arrived. This particular girl tried to pretend like she wasn’t impressed, but I knew better. Everyone knows how much real estate costs in New York; some people pay over $1 million for a small one bedroom apartment.

  My condo cost me a cool $13 million dollars and its worth had grown to almost twice that in the last five years. My investments continued to grow, and as much as I wanted to continue to invest and grow my money, a new condo had been on my mind for awhile. I wanted the penthouse somewhere. Having half the floor wasn’t good enough for me anymore; I wanted the entire top floor of a building. I needed to keep hustling and growing my portfolio of investments if I was ever going to make that dream happen.

  When I opened my door, there was no way the women didn’t drench themselves. My apartment was styled by a professional and looked straight out of architecture digest. Even though I hardly spent more than a couple hours a day in my apartment, it still looked well lived in and adequately appointed with all the necessities.