Inextinguishable Love: Firefighter and Interracial Romance

by Kathleen Bunker

  Eleanor reached out for him slowly. She looked into his brown eyes and Gary felt like she was searching his soul for something. Something he was willing to give if only he knew what she wanted.

  She stopped her fingers from touching his arms just yet when Gary already prepared himself to savor the tenderness of her touch. He looked disappointed when she stopped, and he stared at her. His eye pleaded with her to do as she wanted. Begging her not to hold back from expressing the emotions she might be feeling toward him, otherwise why else had she followed out into the garage?

  “Can I, uh, touch them? I mean your arms?” Eleanor asked suddenly and bit her lower lip after a second of deliberately what to do next.

  She, too. was caught in mixed feelings, but she deeply hoped Gary showed the way to what to do next. She wanted him badly. He was a temptation she couldn’t resist. Since she laid her eyes on him inside the hall, she yearned dearly to reach out and caress his golden face and taste his alluring lips but she was worried about leading him on without him being expressive of how he felt.

  She’d noticed Gary walked out of the hall before the event was even over, just at the moment she had seen him enjoying a chatter with a beautiful lady. The very lady that had led the team that came to receive upon her arrival. They appeared to be very close, but she didn’t want to assume anything. The lady had mouthed something towards her when their eyes met, but she couldn’t make out what it was the lady said.

  Something else bothered her. She wondered if he was mad she hadn’t recognized him publicly as her savior although she knew he understood the circumstances that surrounded the issue. Or something else bothered him. Something else she could relate to, but he was restraining himself.

  Gary stared from her hand hanging midway to her face and held her stare momentarily before he replied. He was caught unaware by the question.

  Are you asking? YES! Gary screamed in his head, but when opened his mouth to reply, he was too slow.

  “Uh, of…”

  “Never mind,” she withdrew her hand rapidly. “I’m sorry I was too forward,” she looked away embarrassed.

  She had expected him to be more reactive after all her suggestive gestures, but he appeared unwilling to meet her halfway there, where she wanted to be.

  Gary felt guilty when he noticed the hurt in the eye. He wanted so much to open himself up to her, but he had to be cautious. What he was feeling could just be an infatuation of an adolescent. Just a sudden lust that would leave him broken and wounded for a very long time.

  Miss Richards cleared her throat to arrest his attention as Gary appeared to be lost in his mind.

  "I just wanted to thank you in person for risking yourself and your career to rescue," she said and paused to hear his response, but Gary just stared on at her. Even his body language was silent.

  “So, uh, thank you again,” Eleanor repeated before she turned away to head back into the banquet hall.

  When she turned, she noticed a couple fondling with each other at the far end of the garage and she scoffed and glanced over her shoulder at Gary. He too appeared to have seen the couple, but his facial expression was just stoic.

  That could be us, she muttered in her mind before starting to walk away.

  Spontaneously, Gary reached out and caught Eleanor’s arm before she took another step away. He spurred around on her heels almost simultaneously and drew into his firm arms.

  Eleanor, who was shocked by Gary’s sudden outspoken action, was breathless, and before she could take a few seconds to comprehend what was going on, Gary drew her into his solid, protective arms. She completely let go of herself and let him orchestrate her movements. The next moment he leaned in toward her face and his beautiful lips hovered hers like a drone waiting for the command to settle on hers. She could feel his heavy breathing. Her heart was beating nearly at the same rate with his breath. But then he seemed to linger and not know what to do next after such epic maneuver.

  “Can I kiss you?” Gary asked breathlessly.

  “Are you asking?” she retorted, itching closer against his body to feel his erection more strongly on her thighs. “Gary yes! Do with me as you please,” she blurted.

  Gary buried his mouth into hers without any further hesitation. He could feel the tenderness of her breasts swelling against his chest. He could also feel the erection of her nipple jabbing at his skin through the tender layers of her gown. He didn’t ask—she was not wearing a bra. That turned him on the more.

  For more than a minute, they sucked and drank each other up as if they had an unquenchable thirst for themselves.

  Eleanor was so aroused. It had been forever since any man made her feel the way she felt and it was the first time she was having such strong feeling for an African-American but she loved it. Her feelings were fireworks waiting to explode through the sky and she deeply wanted Gary to take her there.

  When she felt like Gary was about to relent and draw away, she raised her hand to his head. Brushing her fingers through his black curly hair, she held him back on the neck from drawing away. She wanted more of his. Nothing but all of him. And then she pushed their romantic exchange one gear forward. She removed one his hands on her ass and edged it up her boobs. She wanted him to fondle her right there.

  Gary got her message and was made to slip his hands through the slit around her cleavage when Sophia appeared from nowhere to pause their party.

  “Miss Richards, I have been looking…” she voice trailed off when she noticed what was going on. “Oh! wow…wow!” Sophia gasped.

  Eleanor released herself from Gary's arms slowly and straightened her gown. When Gary opened his eyes to look at her, he noticed she was wearing a seductive smile. She had enjoyed their short moment together, and he had too.

  She leaned forward toward his ear before even glancing at Sophia who remained rooted where she stood, watching them interestedly. Gary caught a teasing look in her eyes.

  "I didn't see that coming," Eleanor whispered into his ears, referring to the moment he had to spurn her around. “We should get to see each other more. I’ve got a million ideas of what to do to you” she added, flickering his ear with the tip of her tongue and tracing he erection with her manicured fingernails.

  Gary stifled a moan. “We definitely should,” Gary replied her. “I only hope your schedule is as free as mine,” he added flashing her the most seductive smile he could manage.

  "I can make anything happen – for you," she said and bit her lips.

  Sophia cleared her throat to remind them of her presence.

  “Who’s she to you?” Eleanor asked in a hushed tone, narrowing an eye at him before turning around.

  “His sister,” Sophia replied her quickly, obviously hearing her question.

  “My sister,” Gary replied and stopped himself from laughing when he caught the delightful relieve in Eleanor’s eye.

  Eleanor turned to face Sophia, “Hello, we meet again.” She smiled weakly at her.

  "Of course," Sophia replied her sarcastically. "Your attention is needed inside if you don't mind," Sophia added quickly before Eleanor could say another word.

  Gary kept smiling as he watched them. His sister was such a drama queen.

  Eleanor leaned to kiss him one last time before she followed Sophia back in. “I will find you,” she whispered into his ears.

  Gary caught a funny look on Sophia’s face. He knew what it meant and had to refrain himself from chuckling.

  As the two women walked away steadily, their heels kissing the garage floor and their asses swinging in rhythm, Gary heard his phone beep.

  When he tapped on the message that came in, it was from Sophia:

  “Make sure to give her all the fucks you’ve got loaded inside you. Unless you’ve been jerking off to those crazy porn bitches with fake orgasms. Happy ‘FUCK LEAVE’ Captain. I hope she has a dog to keep your bitch, Lucy, occupied,” she wrote with a wink emoticon.

  Gary laughed aloud, “Sophia the crazy.”


  THE END

  Bonus Stories

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  Contents for Bonus Stories

  Muse

  Laws of Passion

  Strange and Beautiful

  A Soldier’s Love

  Interview with an Alien

  The Moonlit Guardians

  Bound by the Bronco

  Hearts of Dust

  The Ranch of New Dreams

  The Hiding

  Her Highland Love

  The Unbitten

  Hunter in the Flight

  Luck Out

  Flaming Passions

  The New Normal

  WE WERE THREE

  Egyptian Secrets

  Kiss of Tomorrow

  Shifters Mountain

  Aileen

  Immortal Souls

  Forever

  The Ranch of New Dreams

  Endless Love

  The Rising Star

  Sharing Seals

  Quest of Muscular

  The Peace Treaty

  Kissing a Scoundrel

  THE KINKY PROPOSAL

  Hear Them Roar

  THE HEALING HEART

  Falling for the Clan Leader

  Dimensional Love

  KIKI Woods

  Sharing Seals

  The Thrill

  Seduced by the Countryside

  Going Full Circle

  The Kindergarten Teacher

  Werebear in the Woods

  When Gods Die

  Completely Yours

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  Muse

  Description

  Sophia Hayes is an artist, albeit a struggling artist with a day job working as a cashier. She knows she’s going to make it big one day, though. When she does, she plans to move out of her overbearing cousin’s apartment and never work in customer service again. All she has to do is find the right inspiration, and in a city as beautiful as hers that shouldn’t be too hard. After all, she is talented and has a great personality despite the curves that are concealed under it. Anyone should love to be her muse.

  Enter Dylan, Sophia’s unknowingly perfect angel of art. Despite meeting under strange circumstances, they hit it off immediately. So unlike her, he’s a military man through and through. His only problem is breaking his leg in the line of duty and being medically discharged from the Navy. Meeting Sophia isn’t on Dylan’s to-do list, but neither is being stood up by her cousin who so happens to be in a relationship already.

  Through a series of unexpected twists and turns, two opposites attract and something more than a one night stand forms.

  *****

  Shuffling through the kitchen cabinets absently, Sophia frowned deeply when nothing stood out to her. It was about that time when hunger began to make her irritable and distracted, and she didn’t want to go through it. She’d pick a fight with her cousin again, and then Jocelyn would call her boyfriend to back her up. Just thinking about it made her already sluggish limbs hang a bit more limp at her sides.

  “There’s never any snacks... I want snacks... Snacks, snacks, snackety-snack-snacky snacks.” Sophia let her head droop until the nice, shiny refrigerator came into her peripheral vision. She knew there wouldn’t be anything in there either, though. Jocelyn had been the one to go grocery shopping and she hated snacks and junk food of any kind. At this point Sophia would be willing to settle for some baked, low sodium potato chips.

  That was the problem with living with a food nut, she supposed. It was also the reason she kept her personal stash in her bedroom where her cousin couldn’t find it.

  “Sophia! You left your bedroom door open again!” The angry call seemed to burst Sophia’s pleasantly annoyed mood, and she rolled her eyes with a slight huff. Jocelyn was so up-tight that it was suffocating at times. Rules littered the floor like tar and if she wasn’t careful Sophia might get stuck. Just like with her lack of snacks, it was something she simply had to deal with. Living with her cousin meant she didn’t have to pay rent, and the ability to save money was awe inspiring.

  “Yeah, yeah… I left my door open again… For two damn minutes.” Shuffling her way back through the living room of their shared apartment, Sophia grumbled to herself. Today was her only day off from her pitiful job, and she didn’t want to spend it listening to Jocelyn whine about trivial mishaps. Reaching the hallway that led to the bathroom and both bedrooms, her frown morphed into a slight scowl. The door she claimed as her own was only open an inch, if not less.

  Even so the smell of her marijuana seeped through the small crack.

  Sophia slipped beyond the barrier and shut the door gently before leaning on the door to glance around. Her personal space was so different than the rest of the apartment. On either side of her walls stretched out the color of a child left unattended with markers. There was no rhyme or reason to the bright display. She’d just splattered paint over the bland white that once dominated the room. Under her feet, the floorboards were healthy and rich, leading to a plain, black futon that served as a couch.

  Before Sophia continued her inspection, her gaze fell onto the low coffee table in front of the futon. The glass surface was neat, holding only her cell phone and a smoking pipe she fondly thought of as her favorite. The hand-blown glass was supposed to be a pink dolphin, but she used it so much the fins had worn away. Against the bright light pouring in front her bedroom window it looked like a slug or worm. Somehow even looking at the object made her frown smooth out.

  Unfortunately, Sophia didn’t understand why Jocelyn objected to her habit so much. Surely it didn’t smell as awful as her cousin made it out to be, and she didn’t push her lifestyle onto anyone else. Most of the people she knew didn’t even know she smoked, so it couldn’t have been noticeable.

  It didn’t even bear mentioning that Jocelyn’s boyfriend asked her for an occasional bowl pack. Sophia didn’t like him all that much anyway, but he always tried to get out of paying her for it.

  “I need to make it big already.” Dropping heavily onto her bed, Sophia sprawled on her back against the tie dye comforter with a big sigh. Of all the things she’d done with her life living with her cousin seemed like the biggest mistake. Jocelyn didn’t appreciate her artistic talents just like Sophia didn’t appreciate her cousin’s athleticism. One piece was all it took for her to go down in the history books, and she knew how good she was. Not many people received a full scholarship to the New York Art Institute, after all.

  Really she was going to waste. Unlike Jocelyn’s common argument it wasn’t that Sophia smoked marijuana, either. If anything it made her think more creatively. Lately it hadn’t been working as well as it usually did, though.

  Staring at the ceiling, Sophia reached up lazily to blot out some of the tiny, raised bumps that broke up the white paint. Oftentimes, she wasn’t even home so early in the day and didn’t know what to do with herself now. Searching constantly for that one blur that would become her muse was tiring, and working a day job was torturous. It was one of Jocelyn’s many ‘conditions’ to living here, as sad as it was.

  “Knock knock. I’m going in the shower, Sophia. Can you keep an ear out for Paul? He should be here soon.” Sophia lifted her head but the door didn’t open. Jocelyn didn’t even wait for a response before the sound of her footsteps heading away could be heard. Sitting up, she ran her hand through her short blonde bob while another frown overtook her lips.

  If she didn’t have it so good here, Sophia would’ve left. Maybe she wouldn’t have even moved here in the first place. Like her mother loved to point out, being an artist meant struggling and very little payout. She’d have to die to become famous and even that wasn’t a guarantee. Chances were she’d fade into oblivious like every other undiscovered genius.

  When Paul eventually showed up Jocelyn was out of the shower, so Sophia didn’t bother getting up to welcome him. Instead, she packed her pipe and filled her lungs. S
moking wasn’t something she did all day every day, but with nothing else to do it didn’t seem like a bad past time. At the very least her analog clock would tick by faster. Once her head was starting to feel light and airy she picked up a sketch pad and a pencil and hunkered into her bed. There was no intent to get anything done. More than likely she expected to sit there for a while as the heaviest part of her high slowly rolled over her.

  At least it drowned out the sounds coming from the other bedroom.

  “So… hungry...” Groaning out the complaint, Sophia let her pad and pencil slip from her grasp to sit up straight. Procrastination wasn’t going to solve her problem. It took a second to really gather the energy to stand, but she managed and made it to her bedroom door in no time at all. Grasping the shiny, brass knob, she frowned lightly before turning it and opening the barrier.

  Almost instantly the sound of Jocelyn’s ‘workout’ hit Sophia’s ears, and she tried to block it out. Her cousin coveted any type of health even if it wasn’t healthy. Surely Paul liked Jocelyn well enough, but Sophia would bet money she didn’t have that, it was the sex that kept them together. Really it was pitiful, but she refused to go down that road. Any conversation about it wouldn’t end well at all for her. If she did bring up their tumulus relationship she’d probably get kicked out.

  Jocelyn was stuffy like that. It was a wonder they were related at all.

  Shuffling to the kitchen once again, Sophia paused near the small, four-person table to glance around in dismay. Everything in this room was something she’d have to physically work to cook. Even thinking about it made her want to go back to her bedroom, but she’d be back here soon enough.

  Leaning over the counter as Sophia waited for water to boil, she stared into space and wondered about her failing career. It should’ve been so easy to find that one thing she needed. In theory it was, but putting that theory into practice definitely wasn’t. Lately she found herself working as a cashier at her local McDonald’s, coming home and sulking about her inability to find that one thing. If she were truthful with herself, it was that very cycle that stopped her from being successful.