Shared by the Firefighters: An MFM Firefighter Novella

by Eddie Cleveland

  I laugh at how Red’s jaw just dropped open like a cartoon character.

  “What, you think you’re the only one who gets to have a sexy boyfriend? Mine might not be a SEAL, and his hip ain’t great, but he’s still sexy to me.”

  “Well then, I guess that’s settled.” I try to hold my laughter in. Shock is still dancing on Red’s face, freezing her features as she processes all this.

  “I guess it is,” she finally answers.

  “Sounds that way to me.” Madge grins. “So, when will you two be out?”

  Epilogue | Red

  I run the water in the kitchen, dipping my fingers under it until they feel cool and then fill up my bottle. Looking around the apartment, I’m exhausted just thinking about all the work we still need to do.

  When Ryan and I signed the lease, we thought we’d struggle to have much more than some bedroom furniture to fill the place. After abandoning my apartment in Montana, I had to start from scratch on accumulating even the essentials like a coffee maker and cutlery.

  We’ve been hitting up yard sales and flea markets most weekends along with every thrift shop in the city to build up a collection of nice dishes and pots. The bookshelf that’s stuffed in the corner of the living room right now was a particularly good find. It’s solid wood and just wafts with the smell of old books. As soon as I saw it, I knew I had to have it. It was a pain to get to Nana’s place, but so worth it.

  Anyway, we had no idea when we told my grandmother we’d be getting this apartment last month that she’d get inspired to put her house on the market and go live with Walter, the boyfriend I didn’t even know she was hiding.

  He’s a nice enough man, and it’s clear he makes her happy. It’s just so unusual to see her tittering and swooning over a guy. My whole life, Nana never had any guys around. It was her and me and, for about fourteen years, a sweet cat named Nibbles. It was always just us girls. Or, at least I thought it was. Now that I know how skilled she is at keeping that part of her life separate, I wonder if there were other boyfriends.

  Anyway, I’m happy for her. The house sold so quick, she didn’t have much time to even think about what she was going to do with all her furniture. She sold some of it, but anything we needed to furnish the new place was ours. She gave it to us, no charge, as a housewarming present. Sure, the sofa is a bit dated and the recliner has some wear on it, but it’s better than nothing. I also kinda find it comforting to be surrounded by stuff I grew up with.

  “Last box!” Ryan stomps off his shoes on the towel I laid at the door and walks inside. Of course we got rain today, so we’ve been battling to not track mud everywhere as we find places for all our boxes.

  “My hero.” I flutter my eyelashes at him dramatically and he laughs. “Want some water?” I hold up my bottle, but he shakes his head.

  “Naw, the only drink I want is the beer I’ve been cooling.” He closes the apartment door and kicks off his boots as I grab him a cold one from the fridge.

  “Here ya go.” I dangle the bottle in the air and he wraps his broad palm around it.

  He cracks the cap open and takes a long swig, soaking in the landscape of misplaced furniture and boxes stuffed with the promise of another long day tomorrow when we unpack all our things and find proper places for them.

  “There’s still so much to do.” I sigh, exhaustion swirling around me.

  “I bet you’re glad I packed this tote now, huh?” Ryan looks proud of himself as he pats the top of the blue rubbermaid container holding all our essentials.

  I try to imagine searching for shampoo and towels or sheets for the bed in this mess and realize what a good idea it really was. “You’re always thinking.” I smile at him. “What are you, some kind of super scout?” I tease him.

  “Something like that.” His blue eyes twinkle and he steps into me, pulling me in close.

  I can smell the beer on his breath and find myself wondering how it would taste on his lips.

  I’m going to find out.

  I lean into him and he captures my mouth in his kiss. I can taste more than just the beer on his tongue. I can taste the urgency of his need. It lights a spark inside me and the exhaustion that I was just fighting off slips away. Flames of passion stir up inside me as Ryan puts his beer on the counter and his hands roam free down my back and cup my ample ass. I moan in his mouth, and loudly at that. For the first time in months, I don’t need to stifle my desire. I don’t have to keep it down or worry about every little squeak and whisper. Now that we’re in our own place, we can stop having sex like a couple of teenagers, stripping down as soon as my grandmother pulls out of the driveway. We finally have our own space, our privacy, and nothing but time.

  “We need to put the bed together,” I murmur, my lips still pressed against his.

  “To hell with the bed.” Ryan locks me down with his hungry stare. “This is our apartment and we can fuck wherever the hell we want. And this counter looks like a great place to start.” He lifts me to the edge and my round ass flattens against the granite.

  “I like the way you think,” I answer with a sigh while Ryan kisses a trail down my neck. His hands explore my body like he’s never touched me before. As if each and every inch is new and exciting to him.

  “I’ve had enough of all our quiet, soft sex,” Ryan growls, his eyes narrowing on me as I swallow hard. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard the walls will be reverberating with your screams.” His voice is deep and serious.

  I slide my legs open, pulling him into me, and he slips his hands under my shirt and pulls it off me quickly. As soon as it’s on the floor, he cups my breasts in his hands, licking a curve over the top of each. He reaches around my back and flicks off the snaps holding it together and I let the lace fall down my arms. Ryan’s needy mouth circles my nipple. His tongue thrashes over it and then he sucks it in over his lips, pulling it into his mouth.

  “Mmm.” I toss back my head, letting my long hair tickle the curve of my waist while Ryan greedily cups the other breast, licking and sucking on it until I’m squirming in my own juices. Each flick of his tongue sends a tiny shockwave through me, traveling down from my nipple straight to my clit. My sensitive nub aches for release and I breathe Ryan’s name to the ceiling, pushing his head down from my tits, guiding him to where I really need his mouth.

  “God, you’re so fucking sexy, Red.” He manages to speak between kisses. Heat blazes over my skin as his lips reach the edge of my jeans. I might burst inside from desire if he doesn’t take them off right now. I can’t take another second of buildup.

  “Oh, babe, I need you so bad.” My voice is hoarse and heavy in my throat. It’s like my body is just a bundle of raw nerves right now, all exposed and dancing with life. Every single cell in my body is crying out for release.

  “Good, ’cause when I lick all your juices up and leave you quaking, I want to hear my name on your lips,” he demands and bites down hard on the denim above my button hole. He tugs it open with his teeth and unzips the fly in one swift motion. I lift my ass eagerly as he peels my jeans and panties down my legs and slides down to his knees to worship me like a goddess.

  With my underwear and pants circling my ankles, Ryan digs his fingers into my thick thighs and pushes me open so I’m spread wide for him. He loves getting a full view of my pussy and always takes a second to admire what he’s about to taste. It drives me fucking crazy. I mewl with a need so strong it almost hurts and snake my fingers through his dark hair, moving his head forward boldly.

  Ryan just chuckles. He likes it. “Tell me what you need, Red.” He loves torturing me this way.

  “I need to feel you. Please, Ryan.” My voice almost wheezes like a junkie.

  “Need to feel me what?” He drags out the moment.

  “Your tongue. Please, Ryan, make me cum on your tongue,” I beg.

  “I will, and then I’m gonna make you cum again on my cock,” he promises.

  Just when I don’t think I can take another second of this, he licks m
e slowly from my center to my clit. I shudder with bliss as I roll my eyes back in my head and get lost in the sensation growing between my legs. Ryan zeroes in on my nub, teasing it the same way he was teasing my nipples, sucking on it, licking it, flickering his tongue over it. I rock my hips toward his face, a pulsing sensation growing inside me. I can’t stop the panting and guttural sounds that are escaping my lips. For once, I don’t care. All I care about is the pleasure his tongue is giving me.

  I twist my fingers in Ryan’s hair, tugging him into me hard as he flattens his tongue and rolls it over my clit. He slides one, then two fingers inside me and my pussy clenches down on them so hard he gasps with surprise. His pinky finger presses up between my ass cheeks, using just enough pressure against my asshole to drive me over the edge. I’m completely overcome. The pulsing sensation explodes inside me and I cry out shamelessly, cumming hard against Ryan’s tongue.

  I’m not sure if I was screaming his name, or just screaming, but he looks damned satisfied with himself when he leans back. He did what he set out to do. I’m a quivering mess against the cool counter, barely able to form thoughts, let alone words.

  “That...was...so...incredible…” I manage to pant.

  “Wait till you feel every inch of this stuffed up inside that tight little pussy.” He quickly sheds his shirt and pulls his pants and underwear down to expose his thick and ready cock. “Get that sweet ass over here.” He flips me over and his broad hand comes down on my tender ass with a thwack!

  “Ahh!” Little tingles run straight to my clit and I press my bare tits down against the counter, standing as high as I can on my tiptoes so I can lift my ass up for him.

  Ryan’s hands circle under my hips and he holds me up. My feet dangle above the ground, but I don’t care. The only thing I care about is him fucking me. Now that I’m on the pill, we don’t have to waste a bunch of time with condoms. Ryan presses the tip of his cock to my entrance and I bite my lip with anticipation. He fucks me hard, pushing every inch inside as my pussy makes room for him. I’m lost in the feeling. The heat of his cock is almost enough to make me cry out again.

  Holding me steady, he slams his hips into my ass as he bottoms out inside me. It’s intense as he thrusts into me with rough, hard strokes. All I can do is moan as he fills me again and again. He reaches up and wraps his hand in my wild hair, tugging it back until my back arches and he holds me under his control.

  His legs twitch first, then his cock moves inside me as he buries it as deep as possible. His cum spurts into me and it makes something inside me feel the wild desires of animal instincts we often fight. His cum splashing against my walls sends me over the edge into another powerful orgasm. It shreds through me, making me cry out like a feral woman howling at the moon.

  Ryan lets go of my hair and collapses on top of me, his body blanketing mine. His heart thuds out of control in his chest and he breathes quickly in my ear. “Like I said, who needs a bed?” He sounds smug.

  He’s right.

  He pulls back and a bit of his seed spills down my thigh. I slip from the counter onto my feet and feel dizzy for a second as I get my senses back.

  “That was the best housewarming gift you could have given me.” I smile and he pulls me tight into his chest. I love the warmth his arms radiate as he wraps them around me.

  “You better get rested up.” He kisses my forehead.

  “Oh, why’s that?” I smirk.

  “’Cause there are a whole lot more housewarming gifts coming your way.” He grins. “And not a single one will need the bed.” He leans in and kisses me hard.

  “I love you,” I whisper.

  “I love you so much, Red. Now, let’s get cleaned up. I’ve got big plans for you.” He gives my ass a swift smack and I yowl, pretending it hurt more than it really did. Kicking off my pants, I leave the clothes in a pile and head through the maze of boxes in our apartment, our place, to the shower.

  In so many ways, this is the end of a lot of things. The end of my time in Montana. The end of my constant fear of Wolfe. The end of my nana’s house. But when I look at Ryan and think of what our future holds, all I can see are new beginnings and beautiful possibilities.

  THE END

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