TooHot

by Lauren Fraser

  “Well, I for one am very glad you’re putting all that downtime to good use.”

  He snorted. “I thought it was my hipbones you liked.”

  “Mmm, I like those too.” She trailed her fingertip through the hair on his lower stomach then over to his hips and followed the line of his hipbones. “Let’s be real, the whole package is pretty fantastic.”

  He grinned and kissed the top of her head. “Glad you think so because I think your package is pretty amazing too.”

  She pushed herself up on his chest and looked at him. “You aren’t kidding are you?” Her eyes widened and she said it as if the very idea was completely shocking.

  He kissed her lips softly. “No, honey, I’m not kidding. And if you let me get some sleep, I’ll show you again.”

  She grinned and dropped down onto his chest in a flash that made him burst out laughing. He squeezed her hip. “Go to sleep.”

  “Yes sir,” she replied. And as tired as he was, he felt his dick stir against his stomach.

  * * * * *

  The following week, Marco strolled into the station with a smile on his face. He’d spent the last four days in Josie’s bed, and he couldn’t think of a better way to spend his days off. Too bad he was starting his rotation of four on and wouldn’t see her for a few days.

  He rounded the corner to the locker room and Scott nodded to him. “You’re on dinner tonight, Patelli.”

  “Ah crap,” he groaned. “Is there anything in the fridge?”

  “Fuck if I know. I’m not cooking so I didn’t bother to look.”

  “Great,” he muttered. He dropped his gear off in his locker then wandered into the kitchen to scope out supplies. He pulled open the fridge and cursed. Shit, he was going to get stuck on grocery duty.

  Poking his head out into the hallway, Marco yelled, “Yo, Lieu.”

  Lieutenant Saunders walked out of his office and into the hallway. “What are you yelling about, Patelli?”

  “Who’s on groceries this week?” he asked, already dreading the answer.

  The other man shrugged. “I don’t know, what does the schedule say?”

  Crap. “It doesn’t.”

  “Then I guess you’re up, Patelli.” Lieu grinned.

  “Beautiful,” he muttered. He’d left the comfort of Josie’s bed to come to this? He snatched the grocery list off the fridge and headed out. Jesus, the thing was three pages long. This was going to take forever.

  * * * * *

  An hour later, loaded down with shopping bags, he strolled back into the firehouse and stopped at the edge of the couch. “You lazy sacks, go grab some groceries from my truck.”

  At the mention of food four sets of eyes perked up. “What you making?” Gunderson asked.

  “Chili.”

  “Good, put your purse away, get your apron on and start cooking, I’m starving.”

  Marco rolled his eyes. They each had to take a shift in the kitchen, but because they all knew how much he hated to cook, on his night the jokes always started flying.

  Just because he could, he was going to make chili so hot it burned their asses, after he set aside a bowl for himself. He grinned. A guy had to get some enjoyment out of kitchen duty.

  The chili had just started to boil when the fire alarm sounded. Good thing it would keep.

  Chapter Five

  With the fire mostly contained and the second string of fighters entering the building, Marco pushed his mask off his face and dropped down onto the sidewalk.

  Fuck.

  His chest tightened painfully. He placed his head in his palm and breathed deeply. Saving lives, saving people’s homes was incredibly rewarding, but losing someone always felt as if it ripped his heart out. Some of his coworkers were able to take it in stride. Unfortunately he wasn’t one of them. When he’d heard the faint voice, he’d fought his way through the fire and wreckage. The elderly woman had barely been breathing when he’d hoisted her up, but by the time he’d been able to get back outside the woman was dead.

  He took several more deep breaths then slid his mask and helmet back on his head, pushed himself up from the curb and made his way back into the building.

  When he finally reemerged from the rubble, the apartment complex had nearly burned to the ground. The accelerant that had been used to light the fire had ripped through the building as if it were nothing, destroying everything in its wake. The fact they’d managed to save twelve people who’d been trapped inside seemed insignificant in the face of the two people they’d lost.

  Filthy and broken, Marco climbed onto the fire truck and slid into his seat. They made their way back to the station in virtual silence, each man feeling the loss of the lives they weren’t able to save.

  Back at the house, Marco eased beneath the shower spray, watching the water run off his body, washing away the night’s dirt and grime. He toweled off, threw on his jeans and sweatshirt and wandered out into the main sitting area. He nodded grimly to James and Scott who sat in chairs, the TV off, not saying a word to each other.

  Marco ran his hand through his hair. Man, he was glad his shift was over. “See you guys tomorrow,” he said to the other men.

  He wandered out to the back parking lot and eased his tired body into the driver’s seat. The last thing he wanted to do was go home. Somehow he found himself parked outside Josie’s apartment. The dashboard clock glowed green announcing the time. 2:34 a.m. She’d be sleeping and if he was smart he’d turn around and go home, but he couldn’t. They’d only been dating a short time, but he needed her. He didn’t understand why the very idea of seeing her soothed the ache in his gut, but she’d had that effect on him since the moment he’d laid eyes on her. The innocence in the depths of her emerald eyes had called to him.

  Pulled by a force he couldn’t explain, he rapped on her apartment door. Finally, several minutes later he heard the chain on the door being unhooked and the door opened. Josie stood there, eyes worried, her red hair tangled in a mess on top of her head, her baggy Winnie the Pooh pajamas hanging loosely from her voluptuous frame.

  “Marco, what are you doing here? Is everything okay?” Her voice was soft and husky from the residual effects of being woken from sleep.

  He shook his head, took two steps toward her and wrapped her up in his arms. She instinctively returned the hug. Not saying a word, she stroked his hair and made soft cooing sounds to him as she backed them farther into the apartment. Somehow she managed to walk them into her living room and the next thing he knew, he was sitting on the couch and pulling her onto his lap. Absorbing all her warmth and compassion, he just sat surrounded by her, allowing the feel of her, the soft curves of her body to make him forget about everything else that had happened. He wanted to lose himself in her.

  Pulling back slightly, he pressed his lips to hers. He wanted to be gentle, had planned on it. But at the first touch of her mouth on his, need raged through him like a rabid dog. His tongue flicked out, pressing for entrance into her mouth.

  At first, she seemed almost surprised by the touch but as he continued deepening the kiss, she surrendered. Matching him stroke for stroke, she wound her hands through his hair, pulling him tighter against her body.

  He nipped a line along her jaw as he made his way to her ear. Marco sucked her earlobe into his mouth. His dick twitched when she moaned at the contact.

  He couldn’t get close enough to her. Pressing his hips against her, he ground his erection against her core. His jeans stretched tightly against his cock, restricting him painfully. With a groan, he lowered his hand to his jeans and flicked open the button.

  “Let me,” she murmured. Josie pushed against his shoulders so he was lying on his back on the couch. She eased his jeans and underwear down his legs. He sighed when his cock slipped free of its confines.

  Josie eyed his erection and licked her lips a moment before her tongue swept out and licked the bead of moisture on the tip. He clenched his jaw at the contact. Damn, her tongue felt good.

 
Heat engulfed the head as she wrapped her lips around his cock and sucked it deeply into her mouth. Marco threaded his hands through her hair, guiding the movements as his hips thrust up, fucking her mouth. His head dropped back and he closed his eyes, giving in to the sensual feel of her tongue curling around the underside of his cock.

  His balls started to pull tightly and he groaned. As amazing as her mouth felt, when he came, he wanted to be buried in her hot pussy. “I want to fuck you, Red.”

  He groaned when she swallowed his length. Damn. He gripped her hair to ease her head back. Her eyes opened, twinkling with a mischievous gleam and she sucked him back deeply.

  “Seriously, Josie. I want to be buried in your hot pussy, fucking you, making you scream beneath me.”

  She clamped her thighs together and he grinned. She might not admit it, but she loved when he talked dirty.

  “I want to feel you milking my cock as you come, Jos. The way it clamps on my dick like a vise.”

  She moaned. The vibrations ran up the length of his cock, drawing his balls up tight. Damn it, he didn’t want to lose it in her mouth. He pulled on her head again and she eased her mouth off his shaft.

  She stood, looked at him and bit her lip. She looked as if she knew what she was doing. Josie lowered her pants and stepped out of them. Her pajama top hung just low enough to almost cover her pussy, giving him a teasing glimpse of the patch of red hair at the juncture of her thighs.

  He groaned. Fuck, he wanted to bury himself in her hot pussy.

  “Condom?” she asked.

  “In my jeans.”

  Josie picked up his pants and pulled out his wallet. “You gonna let me go through your wallet?” she asked sassily.

  “You can do whatever you want after you fuck me.”

  She grinned, pulled the condom out and dropped his wallet on the floor.

  “Is this what you’re after?” she taunted and waved the condom in front of him. With a growl, he grabbed it out of her hand.

  He tore open the wrapper and sheathed himself. Josie watched him hungrily. He reached out his hand and grasped hers, pulling her toward him. She eased one knee on either side of his and straddled his legs. Her wet pussy rubbed against his stomach as she moved and he groaned.

  He cupped the back of her neck and kissed her. His tongue tangled with hers and she reached between them. The feel of her hot hand on his cock made him ache. “Ride me, Josie.”

  “I plan to,” she whispered.

  She placed his cock at the entrance and sat poised, not moving. Fuck that. He gripped her hips and buried himself deep in her pussy. They both groaned.

  “Mmm, Marco that feels so good,” she sighed and her head dropped back, exposing the line of her throat and he ran his tongue up her neck. She shivered and her pussy squeezed him tightly.

  Josie rose up on her knees and he almost slipped free before she eased back down slowly. Up and down she set a slow, torturous pace that had him gritting his teeth in arousal. “You’re killing me, Red.”

  “Now you know how I felt when you were teasing me,” she murmured.

  He was amazed at the transformation in her. Gone was the shy, insecure woman and in her place was this teasing, seductive vixen. And fuck, he liked the change in her.

  She pressed her hips forward, tormenting him with her movements.

  His balls pulled up. He was close, but he’d be damned if he’d go alone. Reaching between them, he rolled her clit between his fingers and she bucked toward him.

  “Play with your nipples,” he gritted out. Her eyes popped open wide in shock and her cheeks flushed. Okay, maybe the shy girl wasn’t quite gone.

  “It’d be so fucking hot to watch you touch yourself,” he told her.

  She licked her lips and eyed him warily, then slowly her hands eased up her body and cupped her breasts. Holy hell, that was sexy. Damn, yeah, that might have been a bad idea. He wasn’t going to last long watching that.

  He leaned in and captured her lips with his and pressed his tongue inside. His tongue tangled with hers and he thrust in and out, matching the rhythm of his hips. Josie’s breathing hitched and she started making these amazing little keening sounds that made his balls pull up tightly. He flicked her clit once, twice and she lit up like a firecracker as she screamed out her release. He gripped her hips roughly and thrust into her as her pussy milked his dick and he grunted as he came.

  Resting his chin on her head, he bit back a curse. What the hell was wrong with him just showing up and fucking her as if she were at his beck and call? “Sorry about that,” he said.

  Josie pulled back and looked at him. “Sorry for what?”

  “Just barging in here and having my way with you.”

  She giggled. “I’m pretty sure I had your cock in my mouth, so if anyone had their way with someone it was me.”

  He laughed. “Fair enough.”

  She stared at him. “You want to tell me what’s up?”

  He ran a hand through his hair. “It was just a bitch of a night.”

  “You want to talk about it?”

  Did he? Normally he’d say no. The last thing he wanted to do was relive it but seeing the compassion in her eyes, he realized he did want to talk about it.

  She pushed the hair from his forehead and smiled.

  Taking a deep breath, Marco sighed. “I lost someone tonight.”

  “Oh, Marco,” she whispered and wrapped her arms around him.

  It was weird to be having this conversation when he was still buried inside her but somehow it seemed almost fitting.

  “I could hear her crying, but I couldn’t get to her. Beams kept caving in and I had to find a different route.” He exhaled a hard breath, trying to expel the pain in his chest. He sniffed. “By the time I got to her she was barely breathing.” He shook his head. “Hmph,” he grunted. “The smoke was so thick I could barely see. By the time I was able to make it outside with her she was gone.” Emotion clogged his throat and he ran his hands roughly through his hair again. Unable to talk, he clamped his jaw tight. He met Josie’s tear-filled eyes and the understanding in them almost broke him.

  “You did all you could, Marco.”

  “Did I? I felt her die, Jos. I could see the doorway that would get me outside and I felt her die. She only had to hold on a few more steps.” His voice broke. His eyes burned with unshed tears. He wished he was the kind of guy who could allow himself to cry, but he couldn’t. It just wasn’t in him. He’d been raised to believe real men didn’t cry, but damn, they sure as shit could feel.

  Tears rolled down Josie’s face. “Marco, it’s not your fault.”

  He rubbed his hand across his jaw. “If I’d been faster. I could hear her, if I’d skipped protocol I could have made it to her.”

  “Marco you did everything you could. You can’t save anyone if you get hurt. You know that.”

  Anger wrapped its fist around his gut and he clenched his jaw so tightly it was amazing he didn’t crack his teeth.

  Warm hands cupped his face and drew his head back up. Josie’s eyes were red, tears streaked her cheeks but she looked fierce. “Marco, listen to me. You did everything you could. It wasn’t your fault.”

  He forced his head back down and she pushed it back up, making him continue to look at her. “How many people did you guys save tonight?”

  “Twelve.”

  “Twelve,” she repeated. “And how many of those twelve did you personally pull out?” she asked.

  “Four,” he whispered.

  Her eyes filled again. “Oh, Marco.” She wrapped him up tightly in a hug and pressed kisses against his head, his cheeks, his eyes and finally his lips.

  She pulled back. “You are amazing. You saved four people tonight, focus on that.”

  His chest tightened. He knew he should but somehow it didn’t matter. Feeling that woman die in his arms tonight had destroyed him. He didn’t know why, maybe it was the bright flash of red hair mixed in with the gray or the fact this was the first time he
’d felt anyone actually die in his arms, but damn it cut deep.

  He rubbed the back of his neck then dropped his head on the back of the couch as exhaustion took over.

  “I’m glad you came over,” Josie whispered.

  “Me too,” he mumbled.

  In a haze, he felt her remove the condom and adjust his pants. She took his hand and pulled him to his feet so he could stumble down the hall and onto the bed. He was dimly aware of Josie adjusting the blankets around him but he couldn’t seem to find the energy to help her.

  He did feel her slide in beside him, her naked body rubbed against his and he wrapped himself around her, holding her tight. The last thing he remembered hearing was Josie whisper, “You’re a good man, Marco.”

  Chapter Six

  Marco ran a hand along his neck. He could feel the bruise Josie had left behind the night before. Even now, the memory of how wild she’d been when she’d bit him made him hard. There was no way he wasn’t going over to her house tonight when he got off shift. He couldn’t wait to bury himself in her hot pussy again. He’d never met a woman who affected him like she did. Around her, he lived in a constant state of arousal.

  Honestly he didn’t understand it, she was so different from the women he normally dated and maybe that was the reason. He loved the feel of her curves beneath him, the way her full breasts overflowed from the palms of his hands, the way her soft thighs felt wrapped around his ears when he went down on her. He shifted, trying to ease the tightness in his pants. He needed to stop thinking about her, otherwise he’d drill a hole through his pants by the time this shift was over. Bypassing the main room, he headed for his locker to change. He may as well get his workout in now. At least the physical activity might drain some of the tension fueling his cock.

  Clad in shorts and a t-shirt, Marco strolled into the firehouse weight room. Both treadmills were being utilized and one of the benches. Looked as if he wasn’t the only one who thought a workout was a good way to start his shift.

  “Hey, Sutherland, is that all you can bench, ya pussy?” Marco asked, smirking as Paul pushed the weight above his chest.