Smoke And Fire
Kelli Callahan
Contents
1. Kayla
2. Trent
3. Kayla
4. Chase
5. Kayla
6. Trent
7. Kayla
8. Kayla
9. Kayla
10. Trent
11. Kayla
12. Kayla
13. Trent
14. Chase
15. Kayla
Epilogue
Mr. Twang Sneak Peek
Also by Kelli Callahan:
About the Author
One
Kayla
“You’re done drinking tonight, Anna.” I shook my head and waved off the bartender as my friend tried to get her empty glass refilled.
“You never let me have any fun!” She folded her arms across her chest and started to pout.
“I let you have a lot of fun tonight. I’m trying to find the delicate balance between having fun and dragging you to our Uber by your ankles.” I leaned against the bar and grimaced.
“I haven’t fallen down in weeks.” She glared at me and then turned back to the bartender. “Just one more, Mike.”
“Mike’s trying to help other people.” I waved him off again.
“He’s a fucking jerk. You hear me—you’re a fucking jerk!” Anna tried to flip him off, but it looked more like a broken finger gun.
“Ugh, seriously?” I sat down on the stool and sighed. “I’m the one you should be mad at, not him. Fine, get another drink.”
“You’re the best!” Her anger was gone in an instant and her face lit up with a smile.
Anna and I had a difficult friendship at times. I often felt like a babysitter instead of her friend. It was fun to go out together when we first met, but the glamour had definitely worn off. She started her downward spiral shortly after she caught the man she was going to marry in bed with another girl, but I didn’t think the spiral had many more spins before she hit rock bottom. I missed the weekends when we just went out and had fun—mutual fun. I liked to have a few drinks, dance like a fool, and sleep it off the next morning. Those days were on pause as long as Anna nursed her broken heart, and it seemed like I was doomed to be her caretaker until she figured out how to numb the pain with something besides alcohol. Mike handed her another drink, and she took a large gulp that didn’t put much of a dent in it.
“Come on, bottoms up. Let’s go home.” I tapped the edge of her glass and tried to wait patiently.
“Hold on, I want to dance.” She sloshed her drink and didn’t even seem to notice when it spilled on her dress.
“No, you’ve got a good streak going. If you try to dance, you’ll end up making a fool of yourself and you’ll probably end up on YouTube.” I held her arm when she tried to stand.
“You used to be so much fun.” She finished what was left of her drink and pouted.
Anna was always apologetic when the alcohol wore off and the hangover began, but I was tired of regret filled morning apologies that prefaced another night of drunken disasters. I just wanted to go home, have a couple of drinks in peace, and go to bed. I never imagined that I would look forward to drinking alone but going drink-for-drink with Anna was out of the question. I liked a nice buzz. She liked to drink until she kissed the floor. I finally guided Anna towards the door, kept her from falling over her heels, and by some miracle, we made it outside. It felt like my own personal version of victory. I pulled out my phone to request an Uber through the app and held onto Anna’s arm like a mother trying to keep a child from wandering off.
“Hey, can I get a cigarette?” Anna pulled away from me while I was trying to secure our ride and started stumbling towards a group of guys standing outside the bar.
“No, come on, Anna.” I caught up and grabbed her arm. “You don’t do that anymore.”
“I quit? Fuck.” She stared at the pavement for a moment. “No, I’m not a quitter!”
“Anna—oh my fucking god.” I followed her towards the crowd after she escaped my grasp again.
One of the guys offered her a cigarette and tried to light it, but I grabbed it out of her mouth before she let it touch the open flame. I tried to hand it back to him, but Anna stumbled, so I dropped it into my purse with my cell phone as I reached out to grab her. When the Uber arrived, I managed to aim Anna towards the waiting car. Once she started walking, it was fairly easy for the most part. I got her into the backseat and gave her address to the driver.
Thirty minutes later, she was safely inside her apartment and sprawled out on the couch. It was the best I could so, I walked back outside and requested another ride. A huge weight was lifted off my shoulders once I knew she was safe. My babysitting gig was done, and I swore I wouldn’t do it again, but the chances of actually abandoning her were slim. I did care about her, even if she did grind my nerves when she took things too far.
Okay, now it’s time for me to enjoy my favorite part of the weekend—alone time.
I walked into my apartment, tossed my purse on the kitchen counter, and started removing my dress. I left a trail of clothes as I walked to the bathroom, changed into pajamas, and put my amber-colored hair in a ponytail. My eyes were a little dry, so I took out the tinted prescription contacts that made my eyes look blue and stared at my natural honey-colored orbs in the mirror. They were redder than normal after wearing contacts all day, so I dripped some eye drops in them and then headed to the kitchen. My favorite drink was the martini, but I settled for some gin with a couple of ice cubes because I was simply too lazy to add vermouth. I walked into the living room and found a stupid late-night movie on television before taking a seat with my drink in hand.
This really shouldn’t be my favorite part of a Friday night.
It had been a long time since I had a boyfriend. My twenties were definitely not as exciting as I expected them to be when I left my small town behind and moved to Chicago. The big city promised adventure and wild weekends like I saw women my age experience in the movies. Instead, I worked sixty hours a week and had very little to show for it except for a couple of gray hairs that came way too early. I might have been more worried about them if I didn’t visit the salon regularly to keep them in check.
The drink in my hand didn’t last long and neither did the second one. I had a nice buzz going and no worries in the world when the ice cubes grazed my lips for the third time. The movie was done and I wasn’t ready for bed, so I started another movie before walking to the kitchen for more gin.
I guess I should check my phone and make sure Anna didn’t wake up and start texting me in confusion to figure out how she got home.
I opened my purse and pulled out my phone. After confirming I had no missed calls, I laid it on the counter and saw the cigarette laying on top of my cosmetics. I pulled it out of my purse and turned towards the trash can to toss it, but I hesitated once it was in my hand. Even though it had been six or seven years since I lit my last one, the call was still fairly strong. The buzz definitely didn’t help. I paused with it over the trash can and then took a step back. I certainly didn’t want to get pulled back into that addiction again, but my buzz tried to convince me that one cigarette wasn’t going to hurt anything. I did manage to convince myself to leave it on the counter instead of hunting down a match, but the allure was still there when I walked back into the living room.
It would be a shame to waste it.
I finished another drink and watched some of the second movie. I definitely didn’t need another refill, but I was past the point of good decisions. I walked back to the kitchen, filled my glass again, and reached for the cigarette. It only took me a few seconds
to locate a book of matches, and I quickly ignited one. The smoke was harsh in my throat and made my lungs hurt, but I didn’t cough. It wasn’t as pleasant as I remembered, especially after not smoking for so long, but the nicotine rush was familiar. I walked back into the living room, plopped down on the couch and pulled more poison into my lungs. I used an empty soda can as an ashtray as I took a few more puffs. My eyes were heavy, and the last thing I saw before they forced themselves closed was the haze floating above my eyes as I exhaled.
“Oh fuck, what’s going on?” I blinked in surprise and sat up on my couch as a siren pulled me out of my drunken slumber.
My eyes struggled to focus, and I immediately started to cough as smoke filled my lungs. It was thick and tasted sour. I heard a crackling sound and felt an intense heat near my arm. I turned to see a raging inferno near my television that was spreading towards my curtains. A trail of burn marks on the carpet led to the blaze where the cigarette had apparently rolled before it started to burn out of control.
That woke me up completely as I realized my apartment was on fire. I jumped up from the couch, slammed my leg into the coffee table, and stumbled towards the blaze. I managed to catch myself before the flames touched my skin, but I went down to one knee. It was hard to breathe, and my head was spinning. I wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or the carbon dioxide, but I knew I was in danger. I tried to get to my feet, but my knee was weak from hitting it against the coffee table. Adrenaline pushed me forward for a moment, and then I felt my world going black.
“There’s someone in here!” A loud voice echoed in my ears and I felt strong arms lifting me off the carpet.
It took me some time to realize what was going on exactly. I was vaguely aware that I was being carried out of my apartment by someone, and there were a lot of voices around me. It was only a momentary consciousness before I started to pass out again. When my eyes opened, I was laying on a stretcher and there was an oxygen mask on my face. There were lights and sirens all around me. I looked up towards the night sky, I saw billowing smoke and an orange glow coming from my apartment building. My thoughts began to process the sight as I looked around to see a lot of people in pajamas and night gowns on the sidewalk. Some of them looked at me with angry stares etched on their faces.
“Oh god, my apartment!” I sat up on the stretcher and pulled at the oxygen mask, but then someone put their hand on my shoulder.
“It’s okay, you’re safe.” The voice was calm, and I turned to see a man in a reflective yellow jacket sitting next to me. “The fire will be out soon.”
He adjusted the mask so that it was back in position across my nose and I felt my head spinning again. I lay back on the stretcher, but I didn’t pass out. I looked over at the man who was sitting next to me. He had soot around his eyes and a few speckles in his sandy colored hair. If I wasn’t struggling to breathe after speaking, I would have asked him what his name was. His attire, and the helmet on the ground next to him, suggested that he was a firefighter. The events of the evening began to pierce through the fog of alcohol and carbon dioxide swirling in my head. I set my apartment on fire. The last thing I remembered was holding the lit cigarette in my hand while I stared at the ceiling.
Oh god, what have I done?
Two
Trent
Two days ago
“Two firefighters? Is this my lucky day or what?” The blonde in front of me bit down on her bottom lip and appeared to be undressing me with her eyes.
“See, darling.” My roommate, Chase, walked up behind the buxom beauty and gave her a firm smack on the ass. “I told you I had a surprise waiting when we got back to my apartment.”
“This is the kind of surprise I like.” She giggled and looked back at Chase. “So, both of you at the same time?”
“That’s the only way, sweetheart.” Chase turned her around and started kissing her neck, lifting his lips until they were against her earlobe. “We love to share.”
Chase moved his hands up to her tits and started to squeeze them. I stood up from my chair with a grin on my face as I approached her. The girl’s name was Rebecca—or maybe Rachel. It didn’t matter. She was just another random girl that Chase brought home for us to share. I used to care. I used to know everything there was to know about a woman before I even considered sharing my bed with her. The blonde between us was nothing more than a distraction—at least for a few hours. . After spending twenty-four hours at the station, we were ready for our forty-eight hours away from the chaos of fighting fires in Chicago.
I squeezed her ass and started kissing the opposite side of her neck. He moaned as our lips began to devour her flesh. Chase pulled off her shirt while my fingers moved underneath her skirt and dug into her panties, finding them wet with her lust. We were both going to ravage her pussy, make her mouth beg for our cocks, and probably take turns fucking her ass before we were done.
“So many options.” Chase brought his hand up to her face and rubbed it across her lips. “I don’t know what I want my cock to explore first.”
“Why don’t we start with this?” She started to sink to the floor, working on Chase’s zipper before her knees touched the carpet.
Chase’s cock sprang to life as soon as it was free from his pants. The blonde woman between us spread her ruby-red lips and started pulling his cock between them. I rubbed my dick through my pants until she finally shifted and took over. Her fingers fumbled with the front of my pants while she pulled Chase deep into her throat. I groaned when her fingers finally unbuttoned my pants and her hand wrapped around my shaft. She took Chase deep several times before pulling her lips off him and shifting towards me. I let my hand rest on her head once her tongue circled my glans. Chase gave me a smile and a nod once the slut swallowed my dick. She was damn good at it and when she moved back to Chase, my cock throbbed with desire. I dropped to the floor and started peeling off her panties while her tongue moved along the bottom of Chase’s dick.
Chase got a good one this time—her pussy is so fucking wet that she doesn’t even need my tongue.
I unrolled a condom on my length and the blonde slut lifted her hips in anticipation. Chase sank down to his knees and her lips continued to devour his shaft as I began to enter her pussy. It wasn’t the tightest hole I had been inside, but it would do. My hips picked up speed and moans erupted from her throat, but they were quickly silenced when Chase drove himself into her esophagus. It wasn’t hard to go deep inside her and I started to rock her hips with every thrust. The momentum propelled her forward and caused her to gag on Chase’s dick. I kept my thrusts going for several minutes before Chase was ready for more than her mouth. He pulled his saliva-coated glans free from her throat and tore open a condom with his teeth.
“I think we should take this to the bedroom.” He unrolled the condom along his length and motioned towards the hallway.
“The couch will do.” I pulled my cock free and wrapped my arms around her waist.
I lifted her off the floor and held her in my arms as I walked to the couch. I dropped down on my ass and let her slide down my shaft as she straddled me. Chase held her hips and pushed her forward as his cock moved towards her asshole. She didn’t even blink when he started pushing his dick in her ass. It clearly wasn’t the first time she had been fucked there. She bounced on my cock slowly until Chase was all the way inside her. Once she adjusted, he began to thrust in unison with me. Our cocks slammed into the blonde’s willing holes until we were both covered in sweat. We were chasing our first eruption, but it wasn’t going to be the last. The combination of two hungry cocks seemed to quickly send her over the edge.
“I’m gonna cum!” Her head rolled back as Chase kissed her neck.
I felt her pussy spasm when she started to orgasm. The muscles clamped on my cock and I felt the pressure building up in my balls. Her orgasmic bliss quickly brought me to the point of no return and I felt cum erupting from my glans as I grunted. Chase continued to drive himself into her until I heard a growl
rush from his lips. He was about to cum as well. His thrusts sent her over the edge for the second time and she milked my cock as another orgasm overpowered her body. I could tell from Chase’s body language and the intensity of his grunts that he was starting to cum. He drove himself deep inside her ass and held his cock there while he blew his load. When all three of us were spent, she sank down onto my thighs and let out a long sigh.
“That was incredible.” She purred in the afterglow of her bliss.
“You ain’t seen nothing yet.” Chase chuckled and slapped her ass. “We’re just getting started.”
Present day
“Another boring night.” I leaned back in my chair and stared at the five cards in my hand. “At least that gives me a chance to take some of your next check.”
“Yeah, which means you’ll be covering my half of the rent next month.” Chase stared at his cards for a moment. “I’ll raise you ten dollars.”
“You have a terrible poker face.” I chuckled and reached for the money in front of me. “I call.”
“Son of a bitch!” Chase exhaled sharply when he saw the three deuces in my hand. “Even when I draw aces I get fucked.”
A siren started to sound and we immediately stood up from the table without hesitation. Each of us quickly grabbed our money before running towards the locker room. The night wasn’t going to be as boring as I thought, although I wasn’t looking forward to dealing with an actual fire. I prayed it was an abandoned warehouse or an empty office building as I put on my gear. When I got to the main part of the station and saw how many trucks were being prepped for response, I knew it wasn’t going to be a quick call. The chief sent us towards our assigned trucks and I climbed into the passenger seat next to Chase. The engines and sirens screamed into the night as we headed downtown.
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