Inextinguishable Love: Firefighter and Interracial Romance

by Kathleen Bunker

  The natural curve of her body made it hard for his cock to reach that g-spot when they made love. But once his fingers found it, she would go wild. Scott began increasing the speed of his finger as he manipulated her clit with his tongue. He coaxed it up and out again, like a budding flower. He remembered ever sexy curve or Melinda’s body. Every aching muscle, every pitch of her voice as she orgasmed.

  He focused fully on just that. Giving her the best orgasm she ever had. He placed a second finger inside her, spreading her wider and going deeper to the core of her womanhood. His tongue sucked gently and flicked on her hardening clit. Only a few more minutes now.

  She pushed her hips into his face, asking for more. Moaning and now fully awake. “Yeah.” She whispered. She matched his actions thrust for thrust of his fingers. “You found it… oh my god, Scott.” She whined. “Please don’t stop.” She gyrated onto his fingers, letting him find that spot now with each stroke of his fingers. “I’m so close, don’t stop. Yes, Yeah. Oh my God, Scott. I’m coming!” She screamed as he continued licking her clit, making her buck like bronco on his face.

  Her body relaxed as she climaxed, but he was not done. He gently climbed on top of her, entering her in one smooth motion. She was ready for him. And more importantly, he was ready for her.

  The stress and anxiety of the last six months finally far in the back of his mind. Now it was only him and Melinda right here and right now. He began a steady rhythm inside her while his mouth found hers and they kissed for the first time that morning.

  “Good morning.” He said, as he continued gently thrusting inside her.

  “Good morning, handsome.” She smiled, kissing him back.

  Together they began to find what they once shared before Scott left for the war. He began fucking her in earnest. His own climax building. “Mel, you are so beautiful.” He began a faster pace, closing his eyes. “Oh, you feel so good, so warm.” He opened his eyes. “I want you to be the mother of my children.” He volunteered as he began to orgasm. He thrust deeper, hoping to find that same spot his fingers did. Now that Mel was opened, it was easier for him to reach it. “Come with me.” He stared at her not stopping his pace. Hoping she could orgasm with him. He ignored the unction for release, instead focusing on his partner. “Come with me, Melinda.”

  She began writhing under him. His cock finding that same spot. “I’m close, Oh my, oh, yes.” She matched him again, thrust for thrust as his cock hit her sacred spot. Together they peaked as Scott fell on top of Melinda, both sated.

  Melinda hugged him and sighed. “Good morning to you too, lover.” She whispered in his ear.

  Scott rolled to his side, facing her. “Morning.” He took her hand and began kissing her fingers.

  “How about I go make us some breakfast while you take a nice hot shower?” Melinda suggested.

  “Sounds like a plan.” He pulled her closer, chest to chest. “I meant what I said.” he kissed her lips, her nose, and her forehead.

  “Well, you need to make me your wife first, eh?” She winked and stood up to dress. “Breakfast in about fifteen minutes?”

  Scott nodded as she left the room.

  *****

  Melinda did not know what to think. Of course, she wanted to be the mother of his children. But like she said, marriage first. Sex was one thing, but children needed to have their father’s name. So, until Scott was ready to marry her, she would keep her IUD in.

  After a quick stop in the bathroom to freshen up, she set about making coffee and putting on the stove for some bacon. She turned on her mp3 player and put on some country music. “Honey, do you want scrambled or fried?” He did not answer so she put the bacon on low and went to the bedroom.

  Scott was already in the shower with the door slightly ajar. She walked in to hear him moaning, with his hand moving in a quick motion. He was masturbating. She began to giggle, to say she was ready for round two. But as she took in one step he heard him groan and say, “Damn it, Dillon” and lean against the wall of the shower with his back to her.

  Confused she quietly stepped out of the bathroom and continued making breakfast. The bacon needed turned over, the coffee ready and the toast just popping up, she decided on scrambled eggs.

  By the time Scott came into the kitchen, everything was ready and she assumed he usually cheery personality, while inside wondering what is going on that her boyfriend is crying out another man’s name at the peak of orgasm.

  She checked herself, she was not jealous. More like curious, wondering if this was fantasy or memory he was reliving.

  He came up to her and kissed her forehead. “Breakfast looks delicious!” He held out the chair for her to sit before he sat on his plate.

  “So, what a surprise to see Dillon last night. I invited him but did not think he would make the drive. When did you say you would start back at the ranch?” She broke the silence with innocent questions about this Dillon.

  Scott paused his eating for a moment, listening to her question. With a nod of agreement, he answered. “I thought I will start on Monday, if you don’t mind me going back to work so soon.”

  Melinda took a sip of coffee. Trying to gauge what to say next. “I guess you can have another day of rest. So, we never talked about you moving in. I don’t want to assume you want to live with me here, but it feels right if you want to stay.” She swallowed though she did not have anything in her mouth.

  Scott’s eye brows raised in surprise. “Oh, honey! My God! I, we never did talk about this.” He put his fork down and reached for her hand. “Yes, I would love to move in with you, if you are ready for such a big step.”

  Melinda squeezed his hand and smiled. “Of course, I mentioned to your mother that you might be by for some of your stored belongings.”

  “Baby, I’ve thought about us being together every night when I was away. I guess my mind automatically moved to being here with you when I came home.” He frowned.

  Melinda tried to comfort him. She rubbed his arm and nodded. “I want nothing more than the two of us living together, reestablishing our connection and moving forward.” She did not know how to bring Dillon into the conversation.

  Scott began eating again, becoming quiet, almost withdrawn. Melinda did not want this first day marred with frustrations. She wanted to help him feel safe talking to her about his feelings, even if it was feelings for another man.

  He did tell her he was suffering from PTSD. She did some research on the condition and understood they will have challenging times ahead. Melinda really wanted to ask about Dillon. If his old friend could help him transition back to civilian, she would do anything to keep him around.

  The fact that Scott already decided to work with him might be just what he needs. His steady, hardworking friend is an example of what normal was. “So, tell me about Dillon. I know you used to be close. He is quite the cowboy, isn’t he?” She gave Scott a coquettish smile.

  He responded with a smile of his own. A natural smile radiating from within his being. Melinda could see Dillon meant something more to him than just a good friend. She needed to make him comfortable talking about his feelings.

  “Dillon is the consummate cowboy.” Scott’s continued speaking in deep reflection. “He can rustle any horse or cattle with one lasso and come out on top. He taught me how to cowboy, sort of. I mean, I can do the work, but it is in his blood, it is a part of him. For me, it’s a way to earn a living and a closeness.” He stopped speaking suddenly.

  Melinda sat listening to her partner. She began to see Dillon through Scott’s eyes. His strength, his skill, his love of the ride. Thinking about how he looked last night, she had to admit he was easy on the eye. She wondered how Scott would feel if she mentioned how attractive she thought Dillon was. “Your closeness was plain. You looked like bosom buddies.”

  Scott’s eyes lowered as he drank some of his coffee. “Yeah, I guess.”

  Shot down. Melinda decided to close this conversation track. “Anyway, did you want me to co
me with you to your parent’s house?”

  “Did you have anything you needed to do?” Scott asked back.

  “Just reconnect with you.” She sat back in the chair drinking her coffee. She put her foot on his leg.

  He rubbed her foot, not speaking. “I guess we can go pick up some of my gear, stuff I mean and I can make sure I have the work clothes I need.”

  Melinda perked up. Moving to stand on the floor. “Do I hear a potential shopping excursion being planned?” Now, this was what Melinda lived for. Clothes shopping.

  Scott laughed and nodded. “Probably. I don’t know what I saved and what I tossed when I entered the reserves.”

  “Give me an hour to get ready and I’m all yours.” She leaned down to kiss him on the lips.

  “Hey, I thought you were already mine?” He jested.

  “And I thought you were all mine.” She said casually and headed to the shower.

  *****

  Scott did not say anything, but it was clear he understood what she was saying. Melinda seemed really interested in Dillon. The truth is, Scott is still interested in Dillon.

  Enough for him to dream about him, to masturbate while thinking of him. Scott clenched his fist. She must have heard him in the shower. Damn, damn, damn. The smell of Dillon made him instantly hard. Scott thought that joining the military, finding a beautiful woman and going to war, would lessen his feelings for the man.

  Nothing worked. Seeing Dillon for the first time in more than two years confused him. Yes, he loved Melinda. He wanted to marry her and make babies. To not be different. He did not want to pine away for a man who wants to live in the closet forever. No, that would not work for Scott. He was not ashamed of his sexuality. Well, he did not use to be. Melinda has some sort of inkling of his feelings. Yet, she did not act upset.

  Scott was not ready to talk about Dillon. He wanted to go to work. Draw a paycheck and come home to his girlfriend. He thought about buying an engagement ring when he earned a bit of money.

  Exactly, that is what he was going to do. Now he just needed to make sure Dillon knew they were over. His decision to go back to work on the ranch was not an opening to restart their fucked-up relationship.

  Scott almost reconsidered going back to work on the ranch, but he gave his word. He cleaned up the kitchen after their breakfast and loaded the dishwasher. It seemed fair since Melinda cooked. Again, Scott appreciated how domestic it all felt.

  He was ready at the same time Melinda was. He watched her step into the living room, her long dark hair just curled at the bottom with her long-brimmed straw hat and bug-eyed sunglasses. “Babe, you look like a super model. The perfect picture of a southern lady.” He held the front door open for her.

  “My plan is to load up my truck at my parents and bring my stuff back here.” He waited at the door to the car, opening it up for Melinda. “If you have anything you want or need to do while I pack up, you can meet me here in a few hours?”

  Melinda nodded. “Sounds good. I do have a few errands to run.” She backed out of the driveway and punched the gas, laughing.

  Scott’s seatbelt about choked him as it gripped his chest. He began laughing. “I forgot about your lead foot.” He continued laughing. “You are going to get a ticket someday, you know that don’t you?”

  She gave him a sidelong glance, “maybe, I’m not worried about it.” She shrugged her shoulders and smiled. “What is the sense of having a classic z28 if you do not drive it, you know?”

  “That’s my girl.” He shook his head. “My truck will still beat your ass in a quarter mile, bet you.” He taunted her, something they did before he left.

  “You think so? When you are ready, we will duel it out. But I don’t want your pink if I win.”

  “Oh, yeah? What do you want?” He grabbed her thigh, distracting her.

  She looked over at him and smiled. “I reserve the right to decide when I win.”

  “Typical woman thing. Ok, since I know I’ll win, I’ll play your silly reindeer game.”

  “Big talk, big Scotty.” She continued taunting him. “Can I ask you a question?”

  She sounded serious and Scott nodded. “Of course.”

  “What happened between you and Dillon before we met and got together.” She continued to drive and occasionally looked over at him.

  Scott leaned back in frustration and sulked. “What does it matter? The past is the past, right? We are together now and you are my future.” A part of Scott wanted to just come out and tell her everything. But what if she didn’t really want to know the truth? What if she is not very modern or liberal and the thought of her boyfriend sucking cock too much for her. Then he did not have Dillon and he did not have Melinda.

  “If you are happy with your life, with me and us, your past doesn’t matter. But if you ever need to talk, I will always be here, Scott. I love you for you not for me.” She pulled in to his parent’s drive way and parked.

  Scott leaned over and kissed Melinda on the mouth. “I love you too, Babe. I have my cell phone; I’ll call you when I’m on my way home.”

  “Alrighty then, I’ll just go off and reserve our next drag race.” She teased him.

  *****

  Dillon Ward was not above doing any of the hundred chores needed done on his parent’s ranch. Dillon hid himself in the horse stable. He saw his mother had company again. The first son to be born, he knew if he wanted, he could inherit this whole seven-hundred-acre cattle ranch. His momma was at him again to find a wife and make his own heir. “Pfft, as if.” He mumbled to himself.

  It was his fault for coming over to this morning. He recalled the same damn conversation as always. “Dillon, Mrs. So and So has this daughter or granddaughter…” Every time he visits anymore it is like the dating game. He stopped telling his mother when he was going to stop by so he did not have to meet some woman he was not going to date, let alone marry.

  He is pissed at himself for going over to Melinda’s house last night to see Scott. God Damn that man. Why did he have to be so fucking hot? The military did good things to him. He looked even more muscular than the last time they saw each other, which was over two years ago. Dillon took the blame for that unhappy ending.

  Back then he was not ready to come out of the closet. Hell, he still is not. That is what will keep him alone the rest of his life. He cannot have the man he is in love with because he does not want to disappoint his family. Truth is, he did not want to blow his chance to inherit the ranch. Maybe when it is all his and there is no one that cares, he could find someone and not be so afraid.

  He was just getting ready to saddle up for a long ride when he saw a familiar sports car drive up next to his truck. “Holy shit.” He put the saddle on the bench and walked toward his unexpected guest. “Howdy howdy, little lady. What can I do you for today?” He chided himself for sounding like some creepy used car salesman. He was over compensating for his discomfort.

  “Hey Dillon, you got some time to talk?” Melinda sounded serious.

  “I was just going to take a trail ride but we can walk a bit if you’d like?” He opened her car door and helped her out. She did not dress to get on a horse, but he knew where they could walk in private. He had an idea what she wanted to talk about.

  “At least I have my walking shoes on.” She smiled as he led the way.

  He led her behind the cattle yard around to the field. It was about a mile walk. Dillon watched Melinda take in the scenery. He loved watching people appreciate this land. He and Scott spent many nights on this property hiking, riding, screwing each other. It is ironic that he takes Scott’s girlfriend on part of this trail.

  They walked into the woods, along the most central path on the property. “What brings you to the ranch, Melinda? Did you want to see where Scott will be working?”

  She did not speak, but just appeared to be in deep thought. “I want to know what kind of relationship you had with Scott.

  Dillon respected Melinda’s direct question. Not what he
expected, but decided to be honest. If Melinda did not like what she learns, she might leave Scott. It is a big gamble, he might blame Dillon. But it also leaves Scott free again. No better time to try to get him back.

  “We were lovers for almost three years.” He said simply.

  Melinda stopped at a clearing and sat on a large boulder. “Why did you break up?”

  “I didn’t want to come out of the proverbial closet and Scott hated being so secretive. He tried to get me to protest my undying love for him to the world but I didn’t want the world to be in my, our business.”

  “So, he might still be with you now, if you were more open with your sexuality? Are you still in love with Scott?” Melinda kept her directness.

  “I wasn’t sure; it’s been so long since I’ve seen Scott. I knew you two were together and he was happy. I know he wants a family and children. How odd that he is so adamant about that when he could not have had that if we stayed together like he wanted years ago. Seeing him again, all those feelings of love and attraction surfaced. I still love him.” He sat next to Melinda on the stone and crossed his long legs. “I miss feeling him beside me, miss feeling him inside me.” Dillon stopped there.

  “I know Scott still has feelings for you, Dillon. I do not know what that means, if anything. But I love him enough to know if he’s not fulfilled with me we will not be happy. Yes, we want the same thing, family and children. But at what price. He will not talk about your relationship. Maybe he will in the future. But until then I wonder what will happen with him working with you every day.” She pulled her legs up on the boulder, facing Dillon.