January On Fire: A Firefighter Fake Marriage Romance

by Chase Jackson

  There was a coy smile on his face, and a suggestive spark flashed in his eyes.

  “Are you…” I blinked, “Are you asking me if I… touch myself?”

  Brady pressed his lips together in a smile and his grey eyes twinkled again.

  “I was thinking something more along the lines of ‘eat an entire pint of ice cream’ or ‘binge-watch old TV shows on Netflix,’” he said playfully. “But if you touch yourself…”

  “I didn’t say that!” I insisted, but my voice was wavering. Under any other circumstances, I would have been mortified. But for some reason, I just felt… turned on. Brady’s smirk was proof-positive that he thought about me as a woman. He knew I was all grown up, and he knew what my body was capable of. Knowing that Brady was thinking about me that way was enough to make my skin tingle and my panties wet.

  “Are you going to save room for dinner, or are you just going to keep chewing on your lip all night?” he smiled. His eyes teased me, daring me to lean closer…

  Why do I want to kiss you?!

  Brady’s body felt like a magnet, drawing me closer…

  “Speaking of self-pleasure,” I said firmly, snapping out of the daze and forcing my attention back to the champagne, “You should probably consider getting reacquainted with your own hand. Our little ‘happily ever after’ is going to turn into a horror story, if my mom finds out you’re still going home with random girls from the Firehouse 56 fan club.”

  “That’s fine with me,” Brady shrugged indifferently. “I can be a one-woman man.”

  “Really?”

  “You don’t believe me?”

  “You don’t have a great track record,” I shrugged. “I’ve known you for… what, twenty years? And you haven’t had one long-term relationship with a woman.”

  “What about my relationship with you?”

  “This is a limited engagement,” I reminded him.

  “So, tell me what’s off limits,” he said.

  I made the mistake of meeting his eyes again, and this time I couldn’t resist the magnetic pull that I felt, drawing me closer towards him.

  His hand disappeared, slipping under the tablecloth. Then I felt his warm palm land on my thigh under the table. I sucked in a deep breath and my insides clenched as his fingers gently prodded my thighs apart.

  I knew I should push his hand away, but I couldn’t. My head was spinning and there was a gasp of air caught in my lungs. His fingers traced my skin and left behind a tingling trail of desire.

  Everything about this was a bad idea, and I knew that the closer Brady’s hand got to my soaking wet panties, the closer we were to a point of no return.

  I spread my legs further apart, welcoming his touch. I closed my eyes and drifted closer towards him, taking in a deep breath of his scent.

  “Have you made a decision?” the waiter’s voice caught us both off guard and I let out a little gasp. My body went rigid in the booth and I reached for the menu, hurriedly trying to pick something -- anything -- from the menu.

  But as much as I tried to regain my composure, my heart was still racing at a million beats a minute. And that was partially due to the fact that, despite the waiter towering over our table, Brady’s hand was still slipping further and further up my thigh under the tablecloth...

  CHAPTER NINE | BRADY

  “Thanks for walking me home,” Cassidy said. Her footsteps slowed to a stop when we reached the stretch of sidewalk directly in front of her parents’ house, but she kept her fingers laced through mine.

  Despite reminding me -- multiple times -- that this wasn’t a date, she had let me hold her hand all the way home.

  And despite reminding myself -- multiple times -- that Cassidy Laurent was like a sister to me, I couldn’t stop my cock from throbbing at the sight of her in that tight little black dress.

  “It was on the way,” I shrugged. I nodded at my own house, just a few paces further down the sidewalk.

  She glanced up at me expectantly. Her face was lit up by the yellow glow of the porch light on her parents’ house, and she had gone back to gnawing at her bottom lip.

  I felt like I was in high school all over again. You know… when going on a date used to mean something. When everything felt new and scary and innocent. When just holding hands was enough to ignite this crazy electric charge of sexual tension. When the most you could hope for at the end of the night was a goodnight kiss, underneath a porch light that had been deliberately left on....

  I hadn’t felt that way in years. I guess I had been ruined by all of the meaningless dates and one-night stands. Easy come, easy go.

  But Cassidy wasn’t like that. Cassidy was different… this was different.

  “I guess I should get inside,” she said. “My mom’s probably waiting up for me.”

  I narrowed my eyes and glanced up at her house.

  “It doesn’t look like anyone is waiting up,” I pointed out. “All of the lights are off inside…”

  “Oh,” Cassidy said slowly, turning back to me.

  “Do you want to come over to my place?” I asked. “Maybe have a drink, or something…”

  “Yes,” she said softly.

  I held onto her hand as we walked further down the sidewalk to my house. The lights were off, which meant that Josh was still out, and Cass and I had the house to ourselves.

  “I guess you should get used to this place,” I said, flicking on the lights as I stepped over the threshold behind her. “You’ll be moving in soon.”

  Her eyes flashed to me.

  “I didn’t think about that,” she admitted.

  “Well you can’t keep living with your parents once we’re married,” I pointed out.

  “You’re right,” she agreed. Then she bit her bottom lip and asked, in a shy little voice: “Does that mean we’ll be sharing a bedroom, too?”

  My dick twitched in my jeans.

  I fucking hope so, I thought.

  “That’s typically what married couples do,” I said.

  “Can I see it?”

  “You want to see my bedroom?”

  She bit her lip again. “I want to see what I’m getting myself into,” she said softly.

  You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into, I wanted to warn her. Instead, I took a deep breath and led her up the stairs.

  My bedroom was just as plain as the rest of the house: bare white walls, king sized bed, black sheets… If it weren’t for the 101st Airborne Division flag pinned on the wall and the assortment of Firehouse 56 plaques and awards displayed on my dresser, you wouldn’t even know that it was my bedroom.

  Cassidy inspected it all, turning slowly around in a circle. Then she perched herself on the edge of the bed and glanced up at me.

  “It needs a woman’s touch,” she said finally. “But I think I can work with this.”

  “Oh yeah?” I took a few steps towards her, but I stopped at the edge of the bed. “We can figure something out. Maybe I can sleep on the floor, or the couch downstairs… whatever makes you comfortable.”

  She frowned. “Don’t you want to sleep with me?”

  Her eyes wandered down, inspecting the thick bulge in my jeans. She bit her lip again and her eyes flicked up to me.

  “Cassidy,” I swallowed heavily as I leaned forward, planting my hands on the mattress on either side of her. I bent down so that my mouth was a few inches from her ear, and I whispered: “If I had to sleep next to you in this bed every night, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from…” I didn’t finish that statement. My cock throbbed, aching for release.

  “Stop yourself from what?” she whispered. She turned her face slightly, so that instead of her ear, it was her mouth that was inches away from mine.

  “From all the things I want to do to you,” I grunted under my breath.

  I wasn’t sure who made the first move to close the distance between us, but it didn’t matter; all that mattered was that our lips crashed togethe
r at the same time.

  The kiss sent a jolt through my entire body. The last time I had felt a shock that strong was the time I accidentally tripped over a live wire during a house fire a few years back. But 120 volts of electricity was nothing compared to the electric charge that snaked through my veins when Cassidy’s lips wrapped around mine, intensifying the need that pulsed through my body all the way to my engorged shaft.

  I ripped my lips away and pulled back suddenly, staring down at her. Her eyes went wide.

  “Why did you stop?” she demanded breathlessly.

  “We shouldn’t be doing this,” I gulped heavily. It took every ounce of restraint that I had to keep myself from throwing her back on the bed and devouring every last inch of her.

  “Are you saying… do you not want me?” she stammered. Her face wrinkled into a frown.

  “Are you kidding?” I grunted. I slipped a hand up the back of her neck, locking my fingers into her hair and pulling down gently so that her face angled up towards me. “You have no fucking idea how long I’ve wanted you, Cassidy.”

  “Really?” her cheeks turned bright pink, and I felt my cock twinge.

  “Always.” I tugged gently on her hair and a soft whimper escaped from her lips. Her body bent towards mine and her hands reached for the waist of my pants. She hooked her fingers in, pulling me towards her.

  “But is this going to make things more complicated?” I asked.

  “Brady,” she whispered. “We’re about to get fake-married for the sake of my sick mother. Sex is probably the only thing that isn’t complicated about all of this.”

  “That doesn’t mean this is a good idea,” I said, even though my lips had curled up into a smile. “We’re playing with fire, Ladybug…”

  “You fight fires all day long,” she smiled back. “Maybe we should just let this one burn...”

  Then she wrapped her fingers around my wrist and guided my hand slowly between her thighs. My fingers grazed over her soft skin as she pulled my hand under the hem of her dress, further and further… until I felt the damp lace of her panties.

  I couldn’t stop myself from grunting when I felt how wet I had made her, and I knew that if I didn’t get out of my jeans soon, the denim was going to tear from the strain that my erection was putting on the seams.

  “Back at the restaurant, you asked me what I did when I wanted to be selfish,” she whispered. “Brady, the truth is… I haven’t done anything impulsive or fun in years. Everything I do is logical and planned out, and every decision serves a purpose. But tonight… tonight, I don’t want to worry about what’s wrong or right. I don’t want to worry about whether or not this is a good decision. Tonight, I just want to do what feels right.”

  With her free hand, she traced the strained fly of my jeans and her eyes flicked up to me.

  That was the only invitation I needed. I pressed my hips between her thighs, forcing her legs to spread around my waist. I slipped my fingers under the lace waistband of her soaking wet panties and slid them down her smooth thighs.

  She lifted her hips towards me, giving me a full view of her swollen pussy. Her engorged lips were pink and glistening with her juices, and my mouth watered.

  “I need to taste you,” I grunted as I got down on my knees. I rolled her dress up over her hips, and she peeled it the rest of the way up over her head.

  I yanked her ass towards the edge of the bed and she yelped. Then my tongue slipped between her slick folds, and her yelp turned into a purr.

  She was tangy and sweet at the same time, and we both moaned as I slid my tongue between her quivering lips. Her hips bucked up and her hands coiled around my neck. I imagined all the times she had driven me crazy by biting her bottom lip, and I replicated the habit by clamping gently on her tender labia while my fingers teased her opening.

  I slipped a finger inside, testing the elasticity of her walls. I knew it’d be a tight squeeze, fitting all of me inside of her… but the thought of stretching her tight pussy just made my cock throb even harder.

  “Oh, Brady!” she moaned. Her hands slipped under the collar of my shirt and her nails dug into the bare flesh of my shoulders.

  I knew she was teetering on the brink of ecstasy, and I couldn’t resist giving it to her: I clamped my lips around her clit, and I thrust my finger deeper into her hole, pressing up through her tight walls until I hit the soft base of her tunnel. Then I hooked my knuckle, prodding the sweet spot buried deep inside of her.

  She writhed on the bed, crying out as I brought her to orgasm with my mouth and fingers.

  I didn’t want to stop with just one, but my jeans were threatening to cut off circulation to my cock. I stood up and reached down to relieve the tension, but she had already taken over: her hands worked quickly to pop open the button and unzip my fly, and I felt immediate relief.

  She tugged down my jeans while I yanked my shirt over my head.

  Her fingers traced the dog tag tattoo on my pec while her eyes feasted hungrily on my abs, then roamed down towards the giant tent my dick had made in the front of my tight black briefs. She reached an eager hand forward, then stopped herself and gnawed at her bottom lip.

  “Go ahead,” I told her. “That’s all yours now, Mrs. Hudson.”

  Her eyes flashed with surprise. I couldn’t tell what shocked her more: the size of my manhood straining to be liberated from my briefs, or the sound of her married name.

  She pulled the briefs gingerly down over my massive trunk and her eyes went wide as I sprung free.

  “Brady, you’re…huge.” She gulped, glancing up at me anxiously.

  “We don’t have to--”

  “No!” she stammered. “I want you inside of me. Now.”

  “I’ll go slow,” I promised, even though my dick was desperate to jackhammer her quivering mound.

  I grabbed a condom from the top drawer of my nightstand and I rolled it over my shaft while she watched.

  Then I climbed on top of her, pushing us both towards the top of the bed.

  I reached down and gripped my shaft, pressing it gently against her slick folds. Her lips spread to accommodate the girth of my head. I wasn’t even inside her yet, and she was already coiling up on the bed and panting for breath.

  “Are you ready?” I asked. She nodded, her eyes burning with lust.

  Go slow, I reminded myself.

  I ran the tip of my dick along her slit, teasing us both. Then I pressed into her opening. She gasped, but her legs spread further apart, and she arched up her hips, drawing me deeper inside of her.

  She winced as her tight walls stretched around my thick shaft, but the flash of pain was quickly replaced with a soft moan of pleasure as her body adjusted to my size.

  I kept my pace slow until I had filled her entirely, then I paused.

  “Don’t stop,” she whimpered.

  I dug my hands into her ass and thrust inside of her again, a little harder this time.

  “Faster!” she moaned. I was more than happy to oblige. My balls clenched and my cock stiffened as I felt my own orgasm building.

  “Oh fuck, Cass, you feel too good...” I grunted. I was losing control to the waves of ecstasy that were coursing through my body, but I didn’t let go until I felt the squeeze of her orgasm clamp around my cock. I inhaled sharply, then I felt my dick explode inside of her.

  The entire room went white with stars and my body tingled all over. I must have had thousands of orgasms in my life, but I never felt anything quite like that.

  Afterwards we both went limp, and we were stuck in a quivering, sticky heap for a few seconds as our bodies recovered.

  My cock was still twitching inside of her when I gripped the condom and slowly pulled out.

  “Cass,” I murmured. “That was…”

  “Amazing,” she finished for me.

  I smiled and dropped a light kiss on her forehead. I couldn’t even begin to make sense out of what just happened between the two of us, but one thing was
for sure: I couldn’t wait for it to happen again.

  CHAPTER TEN | CASSIDY

  “On this tray we have a selection of our most popular cake flavors,” the baker said proudly as he placed a silver tray loaded with bite-sized squares of cake onto the red gingham tablecloth in front of us.

  “And on this tray,” he presented a second silver tray -- this one carrying a dozen silver spoons, each loaded with a plump dollop of frosting -- “We have an assortment of frosting flavors.”

  “I recommend sampling the cake and frosting together, to find your favorite pairing,” he concluded, beaming down at us.

  “They all look amazing!” I gushed as my eyes roamed over the massive assortment of samples. “I’m not sure how we’ll choose!”

  “Take all the time you need,” the baker smiled reassuringly. “I’ll just be in the kitchen, if you need anything. Bon Appetit!”

  I glanced over at Brady. The two of us were sat around a small round table in the front lobby of Takes the Cake, a local cake shop that -- according to my mom -- was the go-to wedding cake destination for Hartford brides. At least that’s how she sold it, when she informed me that she had booked an appointment for Brady and me to taste-test wedding cakes.

  “I wasn’t kidding,” I whispered to Brady, after the baker had disappeared through the swinging door that led to the kitchen. “I have no idea how we’re going choose!”

  “Relax, Ladybug,” Brady nudged my shoulder with his as he reached for a fork. “This is the fun part! You just have to find one that you like.”

  “But there are so many! How are we going to narrow it down to just one?” I moaned as I reached for my own fork. Then I added, jokingly: “And how am I supposed to eat this much cake without making myself sick?”

  “You don’t need to try them all,” Brady smiled at me, and his eyes twinkled meaningfully.

  “Oh really?” I asked skeptically. “But how will I know which one I like best, if I don’t try them all?”

  “When you find the right one, you just know,” Brady said. “You’ll take one bite, and you’ll realize that you don’t give a shit how anything else in the world tastes… because you know nothing can compare to what you have right in front of you.”