When Sparks Fly (First-Responders Book 1)

by Essen, JA

  “Oh god, I’m so close.”

  All I can do is grab a handful of his hair and keep the other on the wall as my body betrays me and falls off that cliff. “FUCK!”

  Robbie’s hands reach around me and cup my breasts as Seth holds me tightly in place on his mouth by the hips. I feel like sparks are flying up and down my spine, causing my body to spasm and jerk uncontrollably.

  Slowly, they settle me down into Seth’s lap. “Not bad kitten. Now it’s our turn,” Seth says, picking me up like a ragdoll and laying me down on the couch. My head is propped on the low arm. He positions himself in between my legs and lines his rigid cock up with my slick center, gliding easily in.

  “Fffff,” I breathe as he fills me up completely.

  Bracing his body over me, one arm on each side, he starts a slow, torturous pace of strokes with his hips as Robbie stands over me, his cock in his hand just inches above my face, stroking himself. I reach up and stroke his balls with my fingertips, feeling them contract as he pulls each time.

  “Put it in her mouth, Robbie,” Seth commands. “I want to watch her suck it. I want to see it in her throat.” And with that, I’m being filled from both ends. It feels like déjà vu, just like my dream.

  Seth puts one of his hands around my neck and squeezes, just a little. “Yeah Robbie. Give it to her. I can feel it.”

  My senses are on overload. I don’t know whether I’m coming or going.

  “Now me,” Seth growls with his hand still around my neck. Looking up, I watch Robbie glide his cock into Seth’s mouth. His groans shoot to my core. Robbie starts mouth fucking Seth; obviously not their first time. And I’m turned on as hell. Seth begins fucking me harder, faster. I feel the edge of the cliff rushing up on me again.

  “Oh fuck, Seth, I’m gonna come.”

  “Grab it, Macy. Stroke him off. Let him come all over your tits.” I do as I’m told and Robbie leans forward. As I stroke him, I lick his balls and it only takes seconds before hot streams of come are covering my chest.

  “Oh fuck yeah. Shit, I’ve missed this.” Robbie looks down on me as I finish him off completely.

  Seth grabs me by the hips and pulls my back off the couch as he gives me everything he’s got. “Fuck yeah. You’re so fucking tight, Macy.” He pushes deep, and I feel him bottom out, his balls slapping me on the ass.

  My orgasm erupts, and I scream out, “Yes! Fuck, yes!”

  “Shit!” Seth pulls his cock out and fists it furiously, covering me in more come. I’m a sticky mess from my neck all the way to my well-fucked pussy. They both collapse. Seth on the couch beside me, and Robbie on the floor at the end of it. We are all completely spent. Sweaty. Sticky. And totally sated.

  I’m the first one to speak. “Holy shit. Is it always this amazing?”

  “Nah,” Robbie says.

  Seth finishes his sentence, “It gets way better.”

  Better? Than this? How is that even possible?

  “Well, I guess you’ll have to show me then, huh?”

  Seth looks at Robbie, and then back at me. “So you’re in?”

  “So long as I can still walk tomorrow, yeah, I guess I am.”

  The two guys high five one another, which normally in our current state would seem weird, but somehow, it isn’t.

  “So, mind if I get a shower now?” I look down at myself, and the come is beginning to pool.

  “Yeah, second door on the right,” Robbie informs me as Seth hands me his tee to keep the mess in check.

  I walk into an amazing guest bath, complete with a double sized walk-in shower. Stepping in, I turn the water on and the hidden wall jets spring to life, pulsing away the now sliding mess of my two guys. Steam quickly fills the room, and I stretch my arms up, breathing it in deeply. I’m brought back to reality very quickly though as a mouth clamps down on my right nipple, and then another on my left. I was so out of it that I didn’t hear either of them step in with me.

  “So, who’s up for round two?” Seth raises an eyebrow at me.

  Chapter 15

  “Oh, holy hell.” I groan as I roll over in my bed and swing my legs over the edge. Gingerly, I place my weight on my feet as I stand up. My legs are wobbly, and my center is beyond tender. Two rounds with Robbie and Seth was more than I bargained for. I duck walk to the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. “Well, you did it.” I gleam at my reflection. She just stares back at me as if asking what have you put me through?

  Every muscle in my body is aching, especially my jaw. I didn’t know I could bend like I did last night. I look at my backside in the mirror, wondering if I still have the imprint of the shower button in my ass from Robbie pinning me against the wall. Thankfully, all evidence is gone.

  I step into the shower and turn it on as hot as I can possibly take it. Standing under the rainfall head, I let the heat and pressure work some of the stiffness and soreness out of my fatigued muscles. Once it has started to run cool, I step out and towel off, grateful I no longer feel like I’ve been run over by a Mack truck.

  I’m surprised Rachel didn’t wake me up at the crack of dawn wanting all the sordid details of last night. As I’m getting dressed, I see my cell phone light up with a text message. There are also two missed calls.

  Rachel’s Dad: Call me. There’s been an accident.

  My heart races and my hands shake as I pick up the phone and dial. I forgot that I put it on silent last night when I got home so I could get some decent rest.

  “Macy?” Mr. Upton comes on the line, distress very apparent in his voice.

  “What’s going on? I’m so sorry I didn’t pick up. My phone was on silent, and then I was in the shower.” I begin to ramble.

  “There was a car accident, and Rachel is at Santa Barbara Medical Center.”

  I gasp. “What happened? Is she alright?”

  “She had just pulled out from the intersection outside the gates as someone came around the corner and blew through the red light. Thankfully they caught her on the passenger side. The paramedics said she wouldn’t have been so lucky if they had struck the driver’s door.”

  I’m already running around the house, gathering my things up. “I’m leaving now. What room?”

  “She’s still not out of surgery yet, Macy.”

  Surgery?! “It was that bad?”

  “She’s pretty banged up, and her right leg is broken in two different spots from the impact.”

  “Shit.” I cup my mouth, quickly realizing he’s never heard me curse before. “Sorry.”

  Mr. Upton chuckles uncomfortably on the other end of the line. “It’s fine, Macy. I’ll be downstairs, just inside the front doors in the waiting area.”

  “Thank you. I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

  I stuff the phone down in my purse as I press the button to open the garage door. I’m so distracted after I pull out that I have to stop and backup to close the door behind me. Slapping it back into first gear, the Jeep and I high tail it to Santa Barbara Medical Center.

  Pulling into the parking lot, there is, of course, nothing close. I have to park on the third level of the parking garage that is about a quarter mile away. Just my luck. Fortunately, I’m a jogger, so I make quick work of it, even with lugging my purse on my shoulder.

  Mr. Upton has his head down in his hands, sitting in a very uncomfortable looking chair when I come through the sliding doors. I run over to him and throw my arms around his neck.

  “Has there been any update? Where’s Mrs. Upton?”

  “Yes. The doctor just came back and said that she’s out of surgery and that it went flawlessly. She’s still in recovery, sedated. It’ll be a bit before she comes around and gets moved to a room. They were able to repair the spleen damage but did perform an appendectomy. The scans showed that it was inflamed, so they did it as a precautionary measure. Her mother is in New York on business. She’s flying in this evening.”

  I sit down beside him in complete shock. Rachel was supposed to be leaving for her month long
European exploration at the end of this week. Now she’s going to face months of recovery just to walk again.

  We sit together, waiting and wishing for the clock hands to move quicker. Finally, after an hour and a half, the nurse comes out, letting us know that we can go back. She’s still groggy, but starting to come around.

  I’m shocked when I walk in. Her right leg is full of pins, screws, and plates and wrapped tightly. The left side of her body looks like it is one giant bruise. Luckily, her face looks untarnished from the accident, and just a little puffy from the anesthesia.

  “You were in an accident, Rachel.” I hear her father start explaining things to her as he holds her left hand.

  I walk into her line of vision, and she turns her head just marginally towards me. “Go big or go home, huh girl?” I smile. She tries to laugh a little, but I can tell it hurts. A lot.

  We make small talk with her, and she starts being able to respond. She tells us things as they begin to come back. She was turning to head into town, and there was a flash of light off the chrome bumper of the trucker that slammed into her. She said there was no time to react. She remembered everything spinning as the car was tossed about, and then upside down into the median. Rachel says she must have blacked out because waking up here, just now is the next thing she remembers.

  Thirty minutes later, the orthopedic surgeon walks through the door to update us on her status and estimated recovery time, but I don’t hear a word he’s saying. I look over at Rachel and from the look in her eyes, she’s not hearing him either. He’s probably upper-thirties, maybe even forty. He’s got the whole Mark Sloane from Grey’s Anatomy thing going on with the perfectly sculpted beard and the salt-n-pepper, messy-on-purpose hair. I would totally be hitting on him if I wasn’t already in my current relationship situation.

  Six to eight weeks of recovery and then a month of rehabilitation. Rachel is going to be one pissy little thing. She’s way too active for this. Her family and I are going to have our hands full.

  I step out into the hallway and call Seth.

  “Hey, gorgeous. How are you feeling today?”

  “Well, I was feeling pleasantly sore this morning, but the rest of my day has spiraled down quickly. Rachel was in a car accident this morning, and I’m at the hospital with her dad right now.”

  “Oh damn. I’m so sorry. How is she?”

  “She got banged up pretty good. Her right leg is broken in two spots. She had a spleen injury also, but they were able to repair it.”

  “That’s good news,” Seth responds. “A splenectomy would have made her much more susceptible to post-op infection and could cause problems down the road.”

  That’s scary. I had no idea.

  “Is there anything you need? I’m at the station already, but I can have Robbie bring it up.”

  “It’s okay, Seth. I’m about to head home anyway.”

  “Be safe. Looking forward to Saturday night.” I can hear the implied to fuck you senseless in his lowered voice.

  “We’ll see,” I respond playfully and hang up the phone.

  I drive home slower and more cautiously than I normally would, acutely aware of how a split second can make all the difference in the world. Rachel was in a good amount of pain so they upped her morphine drip. She was out like a light again before I left. I plan on being there in the morning when she wakes up. The police will be there to get her statement, and I want to know that they are actually going to do something about the asshole that plowed into my best friend and ruined her summer.

  Chapter 16

  “Drunk! At seven thirty in the morning!” Mrs. Upton is fuming at Officer Brooks.

  “Yes, ma’am,” he responds, taking half a step back from her.

  The two of them are talking, and I use that term loosely since Mrs. Upton is pretty much ripping him a new one just outside Rachel’s room, even though none of this is his fault. We can see the two of them through the glass window, and I think there’s a good chance that Rachel is drooling right now.

  Zander Brooks is twenty-seven years old, single, and is in his third year with the Santa Barbara PD. It’s amazing what you can find out with a quick Google search. His steel-gray eyes and dark-brown hair along with that slow, deep voice just drip sexiness. And danger. Real, bad boy kind of danger. Especially with the looks he and Rachel were exchanging.

  “Here you are, all screwed together, IV’s dripping, hospital gown wearing, hair a complete mess, and you are still getting flirted with by Officer Bad-boy over there. You are totally and completely incorrigible!”

  “Mmm, but he’s so damn sexy, Macy. If it wasn’t for this bum leg, I would’ve jumped him right here in front of my mom. I don’t even care.” She’s staring all starry-eyed, focused out the window again.

  Mr. Upton seems to have calmed his wife down now, and they are all talking civilly. Kind of sucks, though. I no longer know what is being said.

  Rachel gave a complete recount of what she could remember already. She was making a left-hand turn in front of their subdivision and never even saw the trucker. It’s a really bad blind turn coming into that light, but he would’ve had to be doing well over the speed limit for her to miss him.

  From what Brooks could discuss, as Rachel was turning, the trucker came around the corner considerably over the speed limit and caught her right rear quarter. From the streaks her tires left on the blacktop, she spun twice, still being pushed by the rig, before the Mustang flipped onto its roof and slid into the median.

  The trucker was drunk. He blew a zero-point-one-two. At seven thirty in the morning. Apparently, he’d pulled an all-nighter and then was running behind on his route, on no sleep. So now because of his piss-poor decision making, my best friend is laid up for who knows how long and is missing her summer trek through Europe. Judging by the smile curling up from her lip as Zander walks back into the room, none of that even matters.

  “Miss Upton, I think I have everything I need for now. Here’s my card. ”His fingers linger on hers a few seconds longer than necessary before he leans in to whisper, “and my personal cell is on the back.” Leaning back to a professional distance, he finishes, “Call me if you need anything.”

  He turns to walk out and both our heads follow his perfectly toned ass in his starched uniform pants. Rachel starts fanning her hospital gown. “Oh. My. God. Can you believe those eyes? I mean, not that you probably even noticed them as hard as you were staring at his ass.”

  I poke her non-bruised side. “So were you.”

  “Guilty as charged. But can you blame me?”

  “Nope. Not at all.” I close my eyes and picture him at the gym. Doing squats. In spandex.

  “Hey!” Rachel snaps her fingers, breaking my daydream. “Get your mind off my man’s ass. You’ve got two of your own already.” She smiles a dazzling white, full mouth smile at me.

  “Oh, so you’ve had like an entire thirty minutes of interaction with Zander, and he’s already your man? I think that morphine drip is still up too high. You’re delusional.”

  I lean back and laugh at her as she gives me the finger and sticks her tongue out at me.

  “Babe, the way he said ‘Call me if you need anything,' girl, we’re already married with two kids.” It’s her turn to close her eyes and daydream.

  “Okay, Suzie-homemaker.”

  Once our cackling finally dies down, Rachel asks, “So when do you see Seth and Robbie again?”

  “On Saturday.” I think back to how sore I was and start to tingle just imagining it all over again.

  Rachel takes her cell phone and starts typing out a message.

  “They promised the three of us would do things I couldn’t even imagine.”

  “Mm-hmm.” Rachel continues tap-tap-tapping away.

  “Robbie said there would be a tennis racquet, a Chihuahua, and barbecue sauce involved.”

  “That’s cool.” Still tapping out a message.

  “Rachel!” I bark out. “You’re not even paying attent
ion to me.” I grab for her phone and knock it out of her hands. It slides down, screen side up and I can see the name, Officer BB. “Seriously?” I cock an eye at her.

  I begin to read through the message and give her a shocked, I can’t believe you wrote that face.

  “He said if I needed anything.”

  I toss the phone back at her, and she presses ‘Send.’

  Just then, a nurse comes into the room. “Time for your sponge bath,” she says to Rachel.

  “Alright then, I guess I’ll check in on you later, or tomorrow.” I kiss her forehead and then gather my things.

  Walking out into the California sun is a much welcome relief after how cold they had it in that hospital room. I sit in the sun, thinking about all that is encompassing my life right now. The upcoming semester as a first-year teacher, my best friend laid up in the hospital, the need to get back out on my board on the waves, and of course, Seth and Robbie.

  I smile at the people coming and going from the front, hoping their loved ones are no worse off than Rachel. Digging the keys out of my purse, I head back to the Jeep. Since it was fairly early when I arrived, I was able to grab a spot in the main parking lot this morning.

  I pull out and decide I need to run to the house and grab my surfboard.

  When I hit the beach, the waves are perfect, and I’m able to get in nearly two hours of breakers before things calm down. I stuff my board into the sand and lay down on the beach towel, completely exhausted and grateful for the ability to feel this way.

  I stop and grab a burger, fries, and shake again from the best little hole-in-the-wall burger joint ever, before heading back home. Supper, a shower, and then to bed. It’s been an overwhelming last few days and I need to rest. Deep. Uninterrupted. No crazy dreams. Sleep.

  Chapter 17

  “You do realize this is a sure thing, right Macy?” Seth gawks at me as I walk through the door of his apartment.

  I figure if I’m going to act the part, I may as well look the part. Right? I decided to do a little shopping yesterday. It was Rachel’s fourth day in the hospital, and I finally gave up all the gritty details since neither of her parents were there. To say she was shocked and yet impressed, would be an understatement. We decided together that I should continue the shock and awe, and show up completely out of character. So I did.