Passion Point Firefighters: Extended Collection

by Brynn Hale

  She licks her lips. “Wow.”

  “Wow good? Or wow, I’ll never want to taste that again in my life?”

  She laughs and my gut clenches with every bounce of her chest. The sound so beautiful that I wonder what I’ve done to deserve it.

  “Wow, good. Really good.” I watch as she moves onto all fours and reaches out to me. I step forward and watch as she grasps my cock and…

  Chapter Five

  Parker

  He’s broken me. But not in the way I thought he might. He’s taken my heart and made me believe in the thing I’d avoided forever.

  Love.

  As we laid on the couch, inside of his house, I realized, looking up at him that I wasn’t scared of Dairen. I was scared of me and what I’d done. I was scared that I’d missed some arbitrary timing that society tells women they have. I’d ignored my needs to be the best in my field in a five-state radius. I’d taken no chances with getting here. And I’d pushed away every feeling I felt for Dairen while treating him to protect both of us.

  I didn’t want anyone else taking care of him. I didn’t want anyone else to have their hands on him. I didn’t want anyone else making sure he was doing the right thing. I wanted to know.

  I had to know.

  I crawl to my knees and upright so we’re facing each other. I know what he thought I was going to do, but I need to do something else first.

  “I wanted you,” I say while hold his face. “From that first time in my office, to the back of that ambulance where I almost cried, and I did after they wheeled you into the ER. To every session where I prayed that you would get better because…because if you didn’t, I would’ve failed you…every moment I wanted you. I wanted you to be mine,” I whisper the words as our faces near.

  I claim him like he claimed me. We’re both stubborn and it’s probably going to make for some great make-up sex in the future, at least I hope so. I met my match in this man.

  A warm hand slides between my legs and I widen my stance just a little. That long finger searches me internally and I pull from his lips when his thumb presses to my clit. He doesn’t stop, making sure I keep gasping with every breath.

  “Parker, you’re the hottest fucking woman I’ve ever been with and by HotDoc.com, I’d say about ten out of ten of your patients thinks so, too.”

  I giggle. “I…” I moan as he does something new inside of me. I grind on his hand. “I went and saw it after you said something.” My hips rock my pussy over his hand, thrusting that finger in and out. “Yes,” I hiss and moan.

  I lean forward, wrap my hand around his cock. He drives his hips toward me and I work in coordination with him.

  Our mouths meet and we’re frantically consuming each other. Our bodies jolting and thrashing.

  “Shit…” Dairen pulls from my lips. “Please tell me you’re close, baby?”

  “Go down on me, Dairen.”

  His eyes smolder like the embers of a fire that just won’t go out.

  My pussy throbs at the touch of his tongue. I direct him to my clit. “Suck there.”

  He slips his lips over that hard rocket and sucks.

  My hands dig into his hair, holding him to me. “Oh God…oh, shit…oh…fuck, Dairen!”

  With the two syllables of his name, I shatter from my toes to the tip of my head. The pulses burst through me in waves. First they’re punishing, almost unforgiving, clenching and releasing every muscle in my body, and then they subside to a soft flow of energy through my body.

  He quickly strokes his cock as I’m coming down. “Baby, what do you want to happen?”

  I stare up into those eyes. That sweet, rich chocolate. I reach for his cock and he crawls over me as I guide him to me. “Are you clean?”

  He nods. “Been a while, clean for…a couple years now.”

  “Really?”

  “I think…I think I’d been feeling bad for longer than I realized. But right now, I’m feeling damn good.”

  I center him. “I’m covered, but if you don’t trust—”

  His mouth covers mine. “Let’s get something straight. I trust you with my life, Parker. I trust you with my…” He slides forward a little and I feel him pressing right up against my pussy. “I trust you with my heart.”

  I pull his mouth to mine while he continues to press through those untouched tissues. There’s discomfort, but it’s not painful. It’s like I’m being opened. I’m allowing him inside of me. In so many ways that it’s impossible to know how far in he will go.

  “I trust you, Dairen.” I relax my legs open and he slides into the hilt, his massive balls slapping my ass. “Holy fuck!”

  Fuck not cussing. There’s a time and a place for everything and now deserves a good fuck. And I deserve a good fuck, too.

  “You ready, baby?” He pushed up so he’s looking down on me. He reaches back and wraps one of my legs around his ass, and then the other.

  “I can’t be your doctor anymore.”

  “And I can’t wait for you to be more to me.”

  I almost want to cry. Here I thought this man was all show and bravado, but he’s not. He’s…tender and sweet. I should have recognized it, but as a doctor I was only looking for what was wrong with him. What I could make better. When really he’s the best he can be and the best for me.

  He slowly withdraws his cock from my body. “You still with me?”

  I nod frantically.

  His face gets closer to mine. “Breathe, baby.”

  I didn’t realize I was holding my breath. “It’s just so much.”

  “Too much?” He stops before re-entering my body.

  “No, so much I’m feeling, Dairen.”

  He slides back in my pussy and I shake, the goddess inside of me is waiting to release her beauty with this man. His lips cover mine and we slowly dance our tongues in a slow ballroom dance, twirling, spinning, dipping, and languidly flowing.

  His forehead presses to mine. “Baby, are you close?” His arms shake and his jaw tightens.

  “Dairen…just let go. I’ll catch you.”

  “Not without you. Never again. You are mine, Parker.”

  “And you are…” My gut burns, both with understanding of what he means to me and the quickly approaching thunderous boom of an orgasmic storm. “Mine!” I scream out the word as my body clenches and like a nuclear blast, I radiate out from somewhere in my soul. “Dairen!”

  “Parker, I love you.” He thrusts harder. My pussy fluttering around him.

  I clasp his face. “I love you, too.”

  And in one last long drive, he plants his cock deep in my body and his fiery cum coats my body with what I can imagine creating life in the future.

  Him and me, together.

  Chapter Six

  Dairen

  It’s been two weeks. Parker comes over for dinner and sleeps in my arms every night.

  Well, sleeping after we make love.

  I’m done. Over. Hers.

  Only a few of my buddies know about Parker and me. It was like I couldn’t keep it in. And every time I ever gave them shit for their ridiculously googly-eyed swooning over their women, well, I’ve eaten the crow and it tasted just fine. A glass of my arrogance on the side—delicious.

  And tonight, I’m having a drink with my buddy, Boscoe, at the local firefighter hang-out—Sooty Boot—just shooting the shit. He’s my sister’s boyfriend. That wasn’t an easy thing to accept. Mostly because I really didn’t want Jess seeing him. He’s older than her…a lot…and being with a firefighter is hard. But now I realize that being without Parker would kill me and my sister deserves happiness, too. And I don’t get to pick who the happiness is.

  And I didn’t realize it, but I’m dating an older woman, so who am I to say what’s right. I’m thirty-seven, she’s thirty-eight, but still, older.

  I have my last appointment with Parker this afternoon and then she and I are going to Season 617. I made reservations and had them create a special dessert.

  Two of
our fellow station firefighters come in.

  “Hey, Grimm! Zraa!” I call out their last names and motion them over to the high-top table we’re at. They’re just past their probationary status—baby firefighters. Okay, maybe they’d be called teenagers in their career, and they are in their late twenties, but I’ll still see all probies younger than their knowledge. It’s a hard thing to quit.

  “Lieutenant Boscoe.” They address my buddy first, as is appropriate. “Westwood.”

  And now we’ll call each other by our first names. The pretense of the hierarchy drops when their asses hit the stools.

  “Dairen, how are you feeling?” Archie Grimm asks, after ordering a lager and Keegan Zraa orders a glass of water.

  Firefighters aren’t known for being big drinkers. Can we drink? Sure. But there are plenty who have seen accidents that shouldn’t have happened, but someone thought they were fine to drive. Fine definitely isn’t fine.

  “Doin’ great. I’ve got my final appointment today and then I’ll still be off for two more weeks and then I’ll be back and ready for my next save.” I push on Boscoe’s shoulder.

  He chuckles. “Whatever, dude.”

  “I guess Boscoe didn’t tell you?” Keegan asks.

  “Tell me what?”

  “Two more saves on Boscoe’s back—puppies—while the momma was howling up a storm from inside the rig’s cab.”

  I look over at him. He’d just gotten done telling me he was going to adopt a dog. “You’re adopting all three, aren’t you?”

  Boscoe smiles. “I know, total sucker. But as soon as I brought them out of that burning warehouse, I knew that they were mine. And as soon as I showed Jess a picture of them—”

  “She wanted them, too.” My sister has a big heart for animals and humans who need a little extra attention, like Boscoe.

  “Exactly. We’re getting a fence this week and then next they’ll move in.”

  “Damn, my sister has turned you into a—” My phone rings with her office number ring.

  “Speaking of sucker…” Boscoe says, before taking a drink of his beer. “Happy for you.”

  I toast him. “Same to you.” I carry my beer with me. I answer, “Hey, baby, I’m just finishing up a beer and then I’ll be on my way—”

  “This is Pamela from the front desk.”

  Shit.

  “Sorry, I thought the number was someone else.” I cringe. Shit. Shit. Shit.

  “Mr. Westwood, I’ll need to reschedule your appointment. You’re now being put with Dr. Jacobsen.”

  “Is everything okay with Dr. Lakeman?”

  “Dr. Timms supervising your treatment as well.” She ignores my question and my stomach clenches.

  “Wait, what happened to Dr. Lakeman?”

  “I can’t discuss human resources details, sir. Now, I have a Tuesday at nine or a Wednesday at four.” She waits, but I can’t say anything. “Sir? Sir!”

  I stand there, the phone like a cement block in my hand. This is like running into a burning building without protective equipment bad. And I contributed to it.

  If I’d just waited. If I’d just left her alone until my time with her was done. But I had to be spontaneous, insistent, and reckless and push us to happen. It would’ve happened after my treatment was up, too. I know it in my gut.

  I hang up with the receptionist still asking for me. She’s the least of my problems. I set my beer back on the table with force and the guys still.

  “What’s up, Dairen?” Boscoe asks.

  I swallow. “I think Parker got fired because of…me…us.”

  “Oh, shit.” Keegan mumbles. “Bro, that’s rough. Was that her?”

  Archie elbows him and he grumps. “Dairen, anything we can do to help?”

  I shake my head. “Thanks. No. I’m gonna go find her. I need to talk to her.” I pull up my phone, but I can’t remember my code to get in. I both want to know and fear knowing what she’s thinking right now. But I’m facing this head on. She’s mine. I’m hers. We are together.

  Boscoe’s hand lands on my shoulder. “It’ll be okay.”

  “I wish I could believe you…” I walk away, but I wonder what I’m walking into.

  Parker

  I’m sitting in my car in Dairen’s driveway. Tiny drops of rain settle onto the windshield and blur my vision. No, that’s actually tears blurring my vision, but there are raindrops. The sky is pissed off and sad with me.

  I can’t move. I have to tell him. I have to…

  I shake my head.

  Dr. Randall. My resident with a nose for questioning me and an attitude for getting graded harshly for being wrong. He turned me…us...in. But…I can’t blame him. It was wrong. I knew it wasn’t smart. And I continued. And now I’m in front of Dairen’s house wondering if I’m just adding to the wrong.

  I moved to Passion Point six years ago after wanting a fresh slate and the promise of a good job. I’ve done everything right in my life.

  Up until him.

  Sure, some might not see it as bad, but it ruins the patient doctor balance of power. If something goes wrong, the doctor could potentially aim to take out the relationship failure on the patient—not that any I know would do that. And if the patient doesn’t like their outcome, they could take down the doctor, too.

  I can’t stop loving him, but my boss warned me that Dr. Randall seemed to be out for blood. My license was in jeopardy. Gage had even filmed me going into Dairen’s house and coming out the next morning and giving him a goodbye-kiss. Invasion of privacy—sure, but when you’re the one in the major wrong, less wrong is just plain less.

  My boss seemed hesitant to let me go, so I pleaded for my patients. To just let me finish out their treatments and I would leave, peacefully. He agreed. Except one patient. And I couldn’t keep seeing him and I had to look for a job elsewhere and be gone in six months.

  None of my patients would be seeing Dr. Randall again. I would have to, but I agreed to be professional and so did he.

  I need to think some more. I start my car. I put it in reverse and the rain sluices down my windshield. I start back down the driveway and a blue Beemer stops at the bottom, blocking me in. I watch him wring the steering wheel in his big hands in the rearview mirror as my allergy bracelet hangs. He gets out and I can’t watch him walk to me.

  I put the car in park and wait. The rain blasts the windshield now, but he seems oblivious to the environment. His eyes bore into me.

  “Parker?”

  I can’t stop the tears any more than I can stop the rain.

  I turn to him and his sullen face tells me that he’s heard.

  He tries the door handle, but I have the car locked up. “Baby, open the door. Let’s talk.”

  I roll down the window and he squats next to the door.

  “Hey, Parker, what’s going on?”

  “Dr. Randall turned me into my boss for having a relationship with a patient.”

  His Adam’s apple jerks as he swallows hard. “And they let you go?”

  I shake my head. “No, but they say I can’t be your doctor and I can’t see you anymore.”

  His face falls. “No…they can’t stop us from seeing each other.”

  “They can and they did.”

  He stands and pushes his wet hair back, slickening the strands to his head. “No. We’ll…we’ll find a lawyer. There has to be some precedent. Jess, my sister, I’ll ask her to ask her lawyer coworkers what…we…can…”

  But the whole time he’s been talking, I’ve only been shaking my head.

  “No, Dairen. Remember when you asked me what I’d be if I couldn’t be a doctor?”

  “Yes.”

  “Well, there’s nothing. This is what I was born to do. Save people. I’m sure a lot like you with your twenty-some saves.”

  “No.”

  “Yes.”

  “No…” He squats again and his hand cups my face. “Please…just no.”

  I put my car in reverse. “I’m so sorry. I didn’
t expect to love you this much, but it’s over. Now, please move your car.”

  “I expected to love you forever, Parker.”

  I wait until he’s a speck in the distance before letting go and bawling until my eyes are bloodshot and I’m gasping for air. I’ve lost someone and I was wrong, it doesn’t hurt…it shatters me like a mirror dropped to the ground.

  Chapter Seven

  Dairen

  My phone buzzes. Then the doorbell rings. Then my phone. Then the doorbell. Over and over.

  “Fucking open up, Dairen,” one voice calls out.

  “We have the battering ram and we’ll use it.”

  “Fuck off!” I call out. I called in again today, and used up most of my sick leave over the last three weeks. I claimed to be suffering from lingering effects of the pneumonia, but the suffering wasn’t in my lungs. It was an organ behind those. My lungs insisted that I stay alive. I wanted them to just fail me. Let me go.

  I hear something happening with the doorknob.

  Is someone picking the fucking lock?

  And then the door opens.

  Goddamn B&E, I ought to…

  “Wow…now that’s fragrant.” Keegan holds his nose between two fingers. “Dude, how long has it been since you showered?”

  “A while. Now, get out of my house.”

  “A while? Are you sure you’re not fused to that recliner?”

  “And since when do you have a recliner?” Boscoe asks.

  “A new addition. I didn’t like the couch so I ordered it online.”

  “Wow. Dude you have to get up and get moving.” He reaches under my arm and tries to move me.

  “No.”

  “Get the fuck out of that chair.” The one voice that I didn’t want to hear. My younger brother, Deacon.

  He’d been gone on a contract as an electrician and missed all the excitement of his big brother falling in love and then just falling into an abyss of self-loathing and…Chinese food delivery.