Fireman's Filthy 4th: An Older Man Younger Woman Holiday Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 22)

by Flora Ferrari

  We’ve timed it perfectly. They closed off access to the sign early today. They need to do some work late in the night, meaning no one can get close right now…except us. Working for the city of L.A. certainly has its perks, especially when you know the park ranger who mans the trail. He let us up, just as the last of the other hikers had come down.

  We’ve got the entire hike to ourselves, which is perfect. I want to get to know her even better, and I don’t want anyone else checking her out in that sexy hiking outfit she’s got on. She definitely has curves, and I know plenty of guys would notice, but now they can’t. That body of hers is for my eyes only.

  We reach the top just as the sun is about to set.

  “It’s beautiful,” she says.

  I just look down at her and nod my head. “Beautiful is right,” I say.

  She takes in the sight and then turns to realize I was looking at, and referring to, her.

  She laughs and playfully slaps me, before giving me a big hug. The entire day has been non-sexual, as much as it can be. I’ve been hiding my all day erection that just won’t go away, but I have a feeling I may not need to hide it much longer.

  Her hands reach around behind me and I feel her squeeze my ass. I bring my hands to her face and lean in, kissing her soft lips.

  “You taste salty,” she says.

  “And you taste delicious,” I say.

  She giggles and we pick up right where we left off, getting hot and heavy real fast.

  “Wait a second,” I say, taking off my backpack.

  I pull out a small tarp and throw it up over the chain link fence that’s separating us from the sign.

  “What are you doing?”

  “If there’s one thing a fireman knows, it’s how to get the job done no matter the obstacles.”

  “And what might that job be?”

  “We’re going to touch the sign.”

  “But we can’t.”

  “We sure can.”

  “But the lights will be on soon.”

  “All the more exciting,” I say, bending down and interlocking my hands showing her I’m ready for her to place her foot in my hands and to help her over.

  “Are you kidding me?”

  I shake my head no.

  “Aren’t we going to get in trouble?”

  “No one’s here.”

  “What about the ranger?”

  “Down at the guard shack.”

  “You’re crazy.”

  “Crazy for you,” I say. “Ready?”

  She looks left and right, before a mischievous smile takes over her face. I like that she’s adventurous, and up for anything. It’s just another reason why we make a perfect pair.

  I help her over the fence, and then scale it myself.

  We carefully make our way down the brush. I have her hand in mine, in case she loses her footing.

  “This is crazy,” she says.

  “It’s a once in a lifetime experience,” I say.

  “Didn’t we just have one of those last night?”

  “That was last night. Today is a new day.”

  We make it to the right behind the “Y” letter in the sign. “It’s fun to stay at the Y-M-C-A,” I say raising my hands up in the shape of a Y.

  She starts laughing uncontrollably and follows my lead.

  When she lifts her hands, it makes her breasts look even more amazing than before, if that’s even possible. There’s no way I can resist.

  I slide in closer, grabbing her sides tight and pulling her body into mine. Her hands wrap around my neck as we kiss with just as much intensity as we did last night, in her room.

  I reach for her shirt, lifting it up over her head. Her breasts come bouncing out. They’re covered in sweat and she looks hot as hell. I dive in grabbing her tits, one in each hand. I suck on her nipples as she reaches for my cock.

  I step away and we quickly remove all our clothes. We’re like two nudists, right here at the most famous landmark in all of Los Angeles.

  She steps toward the sign, placing her hands against the “Y.” She removes one hand, extending her arm toward me, before curling her finger in a come hither motion.

  I’m not about to make her wait.

  I slide in behind her, rubbing my hands, palms down, along her ass.

  “What a fucking curve,” I say. It’s like a big, juicy apple and I just want to take a bite.

  I slide her hair to the side and kiss the back of her neck. I tug on her hair lightly, exposing the side of her neck, which I run my tongue along slowly. I feel goose bumps on her ass, as I’ve slid in even closer, my erection pressing against her.

  I keep her hair in my left hand and reach down with my right, running it straight up her pussy lips. She’s already drenched.

  “I’m ready,” she says. “I want you inside me.”

  I grab my cock, line it up, and move my hips forward sending it deep inside her warm hole.

  “Fuck, you feel so good.”

  “So do you,” she says.

  Her pussy fits like a glove, as I slowly start moving in and out, warming her up. As much as I want to pound away I can’t. I’d break her in half I’m so aroused right now.

  I look down watching my dick slide in and out of her. Fuck, it’s beyond hot.

  I lean in, wrapping my right hand around her body, and thrusting upward, lifting her off the ground.

  I pull her hair harder, kissing the side of her exposed neck, before biting on her earlobe, giving it a light tug causing her to moan.

  I lift my hand high and send it crashing down against the side of her ass. The ripple kicks back, slapping against my midsection and unleashing the animal inside me.

  I release her hair, pressing my hand against the back of her skull as her hands press hard against the back of the sign. She sticks her ass toward me and I thrust harder.

  We’re fucking in rhythm, and each thrust is met with a short grind at the end, which screws my dick deeper inside her.

  I grab her hips, hard. My hands lock on, causing her skin to press in deep.

  “Harder,” she says.

  I step back, one foot at a time, and bend my knees. Then I unleash a fury of hell on her.

  I’m thrusting with everything I’ve got and that thick ass of hers is taking it. The only thing louder than her screams are the deep, primal moans of my own.

  I slide my hands up, cupping her tits. I bring my hands back down and grab ahold of her hips even tighter than before.

  “I’m gonna cum,” she says.

  I thrust twice more, the last time pushing my pelvis forward as far as it will go, burying my dick as deep inside her as possible.

  Suddenly the whole area lights up!

  I feel her pussy latch ahold of my cock, but it’s no use. My cock thrusts back and forth wildly inside her as I unleash a gigantic load deep within her. My dick is too strong for her.

  I hear a noise and look up to see her hands scraping the sign as her arms shake uncontrollably.

  I feel my knees weaken as I lean in, wrapping her up from behind, my mind subconsciously trying to put as much sperm as deep inside her as possible.

  I feel my dick become extremely sensitive and I slowly pull out.

  A popping sound fills the warm evening air as a hole is created from the vacuum her pussy had created when I owned her.

  “Ahhh!” I moan. Somehow my already deep voice is even deeper than before.

  “Owwww!” echoes back through the canyon. A wolf has returned my cry.

  “Oh my god. There are wolves up here?”

  “They won’t bother you when I’m here. Nothing or no-one will.”

  She smiles as she turns to face me. She leans into me, hugging me and resting her head against my chest.

  “That’s one of the best things. I always feel so safe with you. If you can save me from a fire, you can save me from anything.”

  But it’s the fire inside me that I’m most worried about. After everything we’ve done in the last twent
y-four hours there’s no going back, nor would I want to.

  There’s a fire for her deep withinside me, and the only way to put it out will be to kill me. I’ll fight to the death to be with this girl.

  There can be only one for me. Her.

  CHAPTER 11

  Amy

  “I’m home,” I say as I enter the door to my house.

  My mom comes rushing from the kitchen, making a shhh motion with her finger to her lips.

  I raise my hands, palms up and mouth the word “what.”

  She points to the couch.

  There my dad sits, with a half empty bottle of Jack. The Dodger baseball game is on, and he’s staring in that direction, but clearly not at the TV. It looks like he’s looking at the wall.

  My mom takes me by the arm and guides me into the kitchen.

  “What’s wrong with dad?”

  “Your father’s just a little stressed out, that’s all. He’ll be okay.”

  “He doesn’t look okay.”

  “Well, you know how things have been around here the last twenty-four hours.”

  “You can say that again,” I say, definitely not ready to tell my mom just how things have been with me the last twenty-four hours.

  “I’m heading over to Laura’s house tonight,” I say.

  “That might not be a bad idea,” she says.

  I kiss her on the cheek and rush upstairs to my room. I pack my overnight bag, making sure to include my sexiest bra and panty sets, not that I plan on wearing many clothes tonight.

  I rush back down the stairs, slowing as I get to the bottom, trying to keep the noise down. My dad is still off in lala land. Poor guy. He must be a wreck after what happened with his fireworks party. I want to give him a hug, but know it’s better just to leave him to himself in a situation like this.

  He doesn’t drink often, but when he does he usually goes all out. When he wakes up in the morning he’ll be fine and back to his normal chipper self. It always works out that way.

  I blow him a kiss, which he doesn’t see of course. I’ll catch up with him tomorrow when he’s feeling better.

  CHAPTER 12

  Benjamin

  “You’ve barely touched your food,” I say.

  “Yeah, I guess I’m not as hungry as I thought.”

  “Zucchini lasagna not your thing?”

  “It’s not that.”

  “They have other dishes, and the kitchen’s fast here. We can order you something else.”

  “The food is perfect, it’s just…”

  I give her a moment to finish her sentence, even though I know the rest of it isn’t coming. “Want to talk about it?”

  Everything was going so well, and now suddenly we’ve run into trouble. I want to hug her and tell her everything will be all right, but even better I want to know what’s bothering her so I can take care of it for her.

  It’s been the perfect day so far, and I’m hoping we can continue that right into the evening. Things were looking good when we got the best table in the house at Plant Food and Wine on Abbot Kinney Boulevard.

  There are trees above us and to the side of us, and they’re lit up by those lights you put on a Christmas tree, only they’re white. And I’m definitely feeling like it’s Christmas in July by the way she’s been a gift delivered right into my world. I have no idea where this girl has been my whole life, but I’m glad we found each other now. And now it’s time to make up for lost time. I want to spoil her, and that starts tonight.

  “There’s something I haven’t told you,” she says. “And something I didn’t expect.”

  “It’s okay,” I say, putting down my drink as I reach across the table and place my hand on hers. “You can tell me. Everything will be all right.”

  “But I’m not so sure it will.”

  “My entire livelihood involves expecting the unexpected. I’d be a professional unexpected expecterer if there were such a thing.”

  She smiles briefly, but the look of worry comes back quick.

  “Promise you won’t be angry?”

  “How can I be angry at you?”

  She blows out hard. “Okay. Here goes.”

  And then…nothing.

  I’m not going to push her. No point in forcing it if she’s not ready, but I do want to get past this little bump in the road as quickly as we can.

  “This morning…when we met.”

  “Yes.”

  “I wasn’t expecting anything. I thought we’d both admit it was a mistake and go on our separate ways.”

  “Do you think it was a mistake? Or is a mistake? What we’re doing.”

  “No. I mean yes. I mean I did. I mean…well…what happened in my room was incredible. I wouldn’t take it back for anything. And I would have never expected to see you again, except for something I noticed when you were leaving.”

  “What happened?”

  “Nothing happened, but I saw something that made me question what I’d just done.”

  “What’s that?”

  “Burns.”

  “You have burns? I’m sorry. I should have had the EMTs look over you. I thought I got you out of there unscathed.”

  “No,” she says, trying to hold back a small laugh. “Your last name. It’s Burns.”

  “Yeah. It’s ironic, isn’t it?”

  “In more ways than you know.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Laura…”

  “Laura who?”

  “Laura Burns.”

  “My daughter?”

  “Yes. That Laura Burns.” She pauses.

  “Okay.”

  “I’m her best friend.”

  CHAPTER 13

  Amy

  “Where’s the hidden camera?”

  “I’m serious.”

  “You can’t be. Laura’s best friend lives in a different —”

  “We moved recently.”

  His free hand comes up to his face and rubs his chin as he continues looking right at me. His other hand is still on mine, comforting me. I’m surprised he didn’t jerk it away.

  “You’re serious?”

  “I think I may have seen you at her thirteenth birthday party, but I’m not sure because you were in the room with the adults.”

  “The one at—”

  “Chuck E. Cheese. Yeah, I was there.”

  He nods his head, as he looks for the words to say.

  “Pretty unexpected, right?”

  “It is, but think of it this way. You didn’t walk out this morning. You stayed. And before that you showed up. You didn’t have to do either, but you did.”

  “I know.”

  “And there’s a reason why you did. You felt something. Something that told you the risk was worth it, even with the costs involved.”

  I nod.

  “And I know you don’t want to hurt anyone, especially Laura, and neither do I. Still though, there’s something here that we can’t deny.”

  “I don’t deny that.”

  “You don’t deny that we can’t deny it?” he teases.

  “Yeah. What you said,” I say, giggling again. I can’t believe he’s making such a serious subject something we can discuss so easily. I think most guys would have flipped out or reacted a lot differently. I guess he was serious when he said he’s a professional at expecting the unexpected, or at least dealing with it.

  “So where do we go from here? That’s the question, right?”

  “Right,” I say.

  “But it’s not really a question at all, is it? Because we know where we go. We keep moving forward. My life is about me, and your life is about you. If we decide to share our lives together, even if just for a dinner like we’re having now…well that’s our business. And don’t get me wrong. We’re not going to do anything to hurt those that are close to us, but in time they’ll see what we have and they’ll come to understand and accept it.”