Snow and Her Seven Hunks: A Reverse Harem (A Modern Fairy Tale Series Book 1)

by Zoey A. Black

  I ran from the building and whistled with some real feeling behind it. The taxi screeched to the curb and I jumped in. I told him the address I considered my home.

  “I heard on the radio there’s a four-alarm fire in the area. I won’t be able to take you all the way. They have cordoned off the neighborhood.” It sounded worse by the second. I was holding out hope Lindsay was overreacting.

  I sat back and tried to relax, but my hands were literally jumping in my lap. I was anxious to see if there was anything that could be salvaged. There was a lockbox under my bed with some very crucial documents inside. Everything else could be replaced.

  “I really don’t need this right now.” I was pretty much talking out loud to myself.

  “You sound stressed and maybe you should take a few deep breaths. My grandfather used to say there are always good days on top of the bad. Find the silver lining without fixating on something out of your control. I’m gathering from your reaction the fire I mentioned is something more than a curiosity.” I had no idea what dialect he was using, but he had learned our language well enough to converse.

  “I suppose it could’ve been worse. My roommate and I weren’t inside when it happened. Life is precious and everything else is secondary.” I was still a little jittery and wasn’t at all prepared for the sight to greet my eyes.

  I walked up to the yellow tape staring at the flames shooting out the windows of the brownstone. The fire hoses spread across the ground were trying with some success to keep it from spreading to the outlying areas.

  “The chief would like to have a few words with you.” The firefighter looking at me was a healthy specimen of man.

  I could see Lindsay talking to an older man with a bald head. She looked beside herself and she kept looking over to where I was standing. It stood to reason she recognized me upon on my arrival and pointed me out thinking nothing of it.

  “I’m a little in shock and I’m really not sure what you want me to say.” He was the reason why women bought firefighter calendars.

  The man was built for endurance and could probably go all night long. He was well over 6-feet with what had to be 200-pounds of solid muscle. He could’ve easily manhandled me into submission.

  I was suddenly in the fire choking on the black acrid smoke getting into my lungs. I was on my hands and knees with blood coating my palms. I looked up to see him brandishing an ax and wearing a mask. He lifted me to my feet and shared with me his oxygen. I took mouthfuls of air, sucking it in and was relieved to find my rescuer was a nice piece of eye candy.

  I looked around and this wasn’t my brownstone. There was exposed piping and rows of what appeared to be beakers and test tubes lining the counters from one end of the room to the other.

  The walls were practically melting. The whole place was coming down around my ears. There wasn’t anything I could do. I felt like I was part of some kind of twilight zone experience.

  I wouldn’t have been caught dead wearing purple nail polish and I could see the tattoo of a spider on my hand. I was in somebody else’s shoes. I pretty much figured out by now Megan was the benefactor of my hallucinations.

  “I will get you out of here. Our window of opportunity to get out is closing fast. Keep breathing the oxygen.” The fire was spreading and there seemed to be many things flammable including chemicals.

  I didn’t want to panic. Going into a catatonic state of shock was counterproductive. A flaming beam fell from the ceiling blocking our path. The flames were getting hotter and I could feel them burning through my clothes.

  “This place was supposed to be deserted. I don’t have to ask what you were doing here. I can see this was a drug lab. If I were to hazard a guess, I would say you were making methamphetamines.” His voice was upbeat, but it was distinctly possible he was putting on a brave face for me.

  I could only look at him with this intense need to see him without his clothes on. It was highly inappropriate to think of such things when my life was flashing before my eyes. It was easy to imagine what a night of sweet bliss would be like in his arms. He was a wet dream come true.

  “I’m going to have to do something drastic to get us out of here. I need you to trust me implicitly. Take my hand.” I could see my shaky hand taking a firm hold of his.

  He took the ax and began smashing the glass where the fire hadn’t reached. I trembled to the feeling of the cool air. It was the perfect contrast to the heat inside.

  We were on the second floor of the building. I looked down to see that the fire department had set up the fire ladder. It was swinging precariously with the wind making it creak back and forth.

  “You’re being very strong and I don’t think other people could do the same in your shoes. It shows that you are a survivor. I want you to hold onto that.” He cleared the glass debris from the window preventing any shards from cutting my hands. I began climbing through to the other side.

  I lost my balance and hung by my fingertips until my legs were able to grab onto the ladder. I could hear the crowd stunned into silence by the spectacle playing out in front of their eyes.

  He came out to join me, shielding my body with his and with each step down the ladder we became intimately acquainted with each other through our eyes. There was this feeling of safety wrapped around me like a warm blanket. His body heat was far more appealing than the flames trying to burn me alive.

  I felt the material of his jacket and I wanted to spread it open to see what was lurking underneath the hard and physically demanding shell. The smell of charcoal was surrounding him like a halo.

  It was a slow and arduous journey leaving my heart in my mouth. The flames suddenly broke free of the interior. I was fascinated by how they danced in the air to their own tune.

  “I will never let you go. Keep moving and don’t look back.” The last thing he should have said was to not look back.

  The roof had collapsed exactly where we were standing a few minutes ago. I would have been dead without his help. We made our way down the ladder. We were soon standing to the applause of the people watching and taking photographs with their phone.

  “I don’t know how to thank you for all that you have done for me. I was trapped with no way out. I saw this image of the perfect man come through the flames and the black smoke. I don’t suppose you have ever given any consideration to having sex with someone you saved.” It wasn’t my voice, but I felt the same sentiment flickering to life between my legs.

  I felt a little woozy and I stumbled on my feet with him putting his hand on my lower back.

  “I don’t normally like to mix business with pleasure, but there are always exceptions to every rule. It looks like you’re going to have to answer some questions, but I will be there with you every step of the way.” I felt my legs give out and my knees hit the pavement with a resounding thud.

  It was another flash of memory that wasn’t my own.

  I looked up at him through my hazy vision and behind him was my brownstone in ruins. He led me over to an ambulance back in the present where a paramedic worked on me to stabilize my condition.

  “I have some other people I have to take care of. Matt, I don’t suppose I could impose on you to stay with her until I get back.” The firefighter nodded his head and when he took off the mask flowing locks of blond hair made him look like an Adonis.

  “I will be more than happy to wait with her.” His smile was intoxicating I got this feeling his day started with a grin and ended the same way.

  “I’m sure you could be doing something better than hovering over me.” He had my hand and was lightly stroking it with his thumbs moving in a way that was hard to ignore.

  “I don’t know what it is, but you make me feel like we’ve known each other for longer than these few minutes. Have we met someplace before? They say the eyes are the windows to the soul. That has never been more apparent than right now.” I grabbed his hand and began sucking on his fingers with the material of his p
ants showing signs of arousal.

  “I know what you’re going to say. I can’t deny this could be a matter of survival guilt getting the best of me. It could also be some kind of nightingale syndrome from how you have taken care of me.” I impulsively unzipped his fire jacket and he shrugged his shoulders to let it fall to the floor of the ambulance.

  “Somebody might catch us.”

  “But isn’t that half the fun?” My naughty side was definitely out to play.

  “I know that I would never turn away from an obscene proposal from a woman. Fighting a fire can be a stressful ordeal. I have all of this excess adrenaline to burn off.” I didn’t have to know the details of what he was referring to and the answer was written on his face.

  I wanted to do something nice for him. The only thing that came to mind was a physical pursuit of pleasure. I had no interest in going to dinner with him or having a cup of coffee. I wanted to bypass all of the mundane nonsense for something more tangible to put my hands on.

  Megan was once again using her influence on me to be completely unbridled with my passion. It was time to see what he was made of.

  Heroes, in my opinion, were those who went above and beyond the call of duty. They showed those sitting on the sidelines how their training gave them the courage to do the impossible. They were trailblazers and followed in the path of those willing to put their lives on the line for strangers. It was a proud tradition and one I could see was something he lived for every day.

  CHAPTER 12

  Matt Haven

  There was something about her that made it impossible for me to leave. I should’ve had the good sense to find a more private setting than in the back of an ambulance. The feel of her fingers running through my hair dramatically engaged my libido. It was time to be the hero she could worship from afar.

  I did enjoy pleasure. There was no better feeling than a smile put there by a woman with her legs spread in invitation.

  “I’m burning up inside. I need you to do something to extinguish the heat between my legs. Better yet, throw some fuel on the fire. I doubt very much this is the first time you have heard a woman proclaim your virtues.” She was a firecracker and the easy banter was like foreplay until the main event.

  “I think I might be able to help, but you are wearing way too many constricting clothing. We need to loosen them up or get rid of them altogether. Stay there and we shouldn’t be here where people can see us. I’m definitely going to get in trouble for this, but it’s going to be worth it.” I sidled into the cab of the ambulance and found the key in the ignition.

  Daniel was riding solo and I could see him administering first aid to those who barely got out before the worst could occur. He had my radio channel and could easily call me back to the scene at a moment’s notice. I was betting on him being too busy to notice the ambulance had disappeared. It wasn’t the first time we covered for each other.

  “Most of those responding are going to be too preoccupied with what they are doing to notice anything out of the ordinary. By the way, my name is Matt, Matt Haven.” She introduced herself as Snow, but for some reason, I thought her name would have begun with an M.

  I drove away with the police officers moving the barricades wide enough for us to depart the melee. I drove until I found a school nearby. The kids were on break leaving the parking lot virtually deserted.

  I parked near the monkey bars and went back to find her completely naked on the gurney. Her clothes were lying on the floor with my jacket.

  “I thought I would cut out the middleman. I’m guessing we don’t have a lot of time for idle chitchat. I’ve shown you what I have. It wouldn’t be unreasonable to ask you to do the same. Let’s make this quick and maybe they won’t notice we were missing.” The chief of the fire department had informed us at the scene the only thing we could do was prevent it from spreading to the other buildings.

  “Forgive me if I seem out of line, but you look like you are ready to fuck.” I never judge a book by its cover. She had the body of a woman capable of doing some amazing things under the cover of the sheets. I didn’t have to take a peek and everything was on display with her knees cracked open to let me see the tightness waiting for me.

  There was a supply of medicine and equipment surrounding us. The smell was like antiseptic, but the only thing I could concentrate on was the heat emanating from between her legs. I got a little closer until I could smell her sex hitting me like a hammer to the top of my head.

  “I am more than ready and I don’t know how long you expect me to wait for satisfaction.” I ran my index finger down the length of her wet slice of pie and poked at the entrance to where the magic happened.

  “I’m going to have to leave my pants on, but it shouldn’t be an issue.” I was very proud of my endowment and I had used it several times in the past 20-years to bring joy to many different shapes and sizes of women.

  Snow reached out and took a hold of what she wanted in the palm of her hands. I didn’t have the chance to extract what was going to make us both happy. I was thrilled beyond words to see her taking an active role. She looked at me the entire time and never lost eye contact when she retrieved my equipment.

  She was in a trance with her mouth parted and the tip of her tongue playing over her lips. She had the base enclosed in her fist and her fingers played the shaft like she was conducting a musical orchestra. I knew she was most likely bad medicine, but she was exactly what I needed.

  “I need you to go down on me.” It was such a simple request with a defined meaning behind it.

  I reached underneath her and dragged her to where her legs were dangling over the side of the gurney. Her body was open to interpretation and I looked at the glistening shine of those lips drawing me to her. There was enough blame to go around for how I was missing in action. I wouldn’t have left if I didn’t think they had it under control.

  I single-handedly drove the pointed end of my oral spear in between her legs. I was running on the high octane of the moment. It was feeding me the necessary encouragement to take her breath away. She squirmed and twisted in my grasp, but I never let her go the entire time I had her at my mercy. I was going to blow her mind with my skills.

  I could hear her moaning under her breath as I darted my tongue in and out of those silky folds between her legs. I was precise in my technique like a direct laser beam to the pleasure centers of her brain. I watched her facial expression closely. I had to judge her reaction to respond accordingly.

  “I don’t know what to say.” I didn’t need her to say anything and her body was pretty much calling all the shots.

  It was a little awkward standing and delivering a performance of a lifetime. I found myself waiting on pins and needles to feel her inner muscles pulling on my tongue. I knew exactly which buttons to push. She was no stranger about telling me what she wanted.

  “Take my clit into your mouth and suck it.” The space between her legs had become a guilty pleasure and one that surpassed all of my other experiences except one.

  I lapped noisily, circling the tiny protrusion and getting to know what kind of pleasure could be given to her through what most men didn’t even realize was there. They avoided it, not quite knowing what to do.

  I was quite proficient and had her anatomy in the palm of my hand. At first glance, I thought I recognized her but it was only because of what I could see in her eyes. I wanted to touch her and take her to the other side where pleasure outweighed any other pursuit of happiness.

  “You must be my guardian angel.” I had a hold of my big hose ready to use it when I saw an opening. I wasn’t going to do anything until she was gyrating in front of me.

  I had self-proclaimed myself to be the best lover. I never gave up and never surrendered without hearing the cries of ecstasy coming from their lips. I smiled knowing confidence was sexy and they all thought so. She was not any different than all the others.

  I didn’t even know groupies existe
d until I put on the uniform. It was like I was talking to the female species in a language that only they could understand.

  “I want you to fuck me when I…I…cum.” She was a woman of few words, but I found what she said to be a guiding light to her pleasure.

  I could see the flutter of the lips and the feel of the suction when she tried to vacuum the tongue out of my head. I held strong as she was bucking uncontrollably in my grasp. I was using performance-enhancing techniques to have her begging for the insertion of my tool.

  Her prolonged pleasure wasn’t going to last forever. I considered myself a specialist. I’d gone out of my way to learn what a woman really wanted from a man. I picked up on the subtle differences between every woman I had been with. I took what I had learned and translated it into an experience to remember.

  I wasn’t a 5-minute waste of space. I could certainly hold my own by using the stamina I had come across when I began working my body into a temple of health.

  I was taken back by how she was screaming with a high pitched decibel. I had no problem standing tall for the occasion. The zipper was scratching the sensitive skin of my shaft and the painful size of my balls.

  I waited until she was coming down from the withdrawal of her orgasm before stepping up to the plate with my baseball bat in hand. She was well versed in how to please a man and had wrapped her legs around my waist to pull me closer. I forbade her from taking the bull by the horns. I took a hold of my phallus and gave her little hole an interrogation with the head of my cock.

  Each time I hit her with it, she tried to drag me into the wake of her subsequent orgasm. It was tempting, but I felt it was necessary to lay claim to the flag between my legs.

  I began to sink into the warm confines of her sexual delight. She was pressing her heels into my backside trying desperately to spur me to a greater degree of momentum. I was a one-man sexual army. I didn’t remember falling into her embrace until it was happening.

  The gasoline was poured from the head down to the balls. I was set ablaze by the lit match of her sexuality catching me unaware. The spark I had caused with my tongue was nothing compared to the inferno greeting me. I barely got a rhythm going when she pulled me from her greedy little grip. She spun on the axis of her finely sculpted globes until her head was hanging upside down in front of me.