Single Dad FILF: Fireman I'd like to.... (HotShots Book 3) Page 8

  “She’s not my aunt. Daphne works at the bar with me.”

  “So you have a job.”

  “No job. I was soon fired for coming in wearing the same stinking clothes. My tips didn’t cover first and last on a new place and I had no references.”

  Ryder nods slowly, lost in thought. I feel I have to explain some.

  “I heard the nurses talking when they thought I was asleep, That the police found cocaine in my room and I was going to be arrested. Not much point calling my fake aunt to come for me so I decided to cut out of there during the night.”

  “So you know they issued a warrant for you?” He says.

  “I saw a poster in the store calling me an arsonist.”

  “What happened? People don’t usually set a fire then pass out on the floor waiting to burn themselves alive.”

  “You tell the cops that?”

  “Actually I did. They said you must have overdosed, whether accidentally or…”

  “Overdosed on what? I don’t take drugs.”

  “They found a kilo of cocaine in a metal box in your closet.”

  “That bastard.”

  “Who’s a bastard? What happened? Do you remember now?”

  “Yeah it came back to me those nights I lay awake protecting myself.”

  Actually it came back when I saw Thad drive through the neighborhood. I don’t know whether he was looking for me or just passing through but that face, how could I have forgotten that face like a weasel. The hooked nose, hooded eyes that could turn so cruel. A thin face of cruelty. A thin wiry body over six feet tall. He looked like a wimp but he had whippet strength when it came to pushing me around.

  “Lainie? Do you want to talk about it?”

  “What is there to talk about? I’m a magnet for rotten guys is all.”

  “You aren’t a victim in your life.”

  “I’m not being a victim just stating a fact.”

  Ryder looks so deeply into me it’s like he’s reached the bottom of my soul.

  “I got out of Jersey like I told you, I had a guy there that liked to get physical.”

  I stop when I notice Ryder’s jaw has set hard and he’s stopped enjoying his dinner.

  “Go on.” He grits out.

  I’m not sure I should but he doesn’t look like he’s up for disagreement.

  “I found a job in a bar and my little room and that was going okay, quiet and lonely but okay. Until Thad.”

  “Your boyfriend?”

  “No! Definitely not. He’s some psycho that was always sitting at the bar at odd hours. Like he didn’t have a real job. I thought he was a trucker. He’d talk and I’d listen - that’s the job right? Then one night he decided he’d wait for me until I got off shift and - you know. When I refused, he morphed into a maniac.”

  “How?”

  Ryder’s jaw has set rock hard, apart from the flexing at the hinge. He’s never looked so pissed. I look at his hands holding the fork in the noodles like he’s gearing up to stab someone with it and I’m sorry he’s upset on my account.

  “He, um, started following me home. Then he started waiting at my door, trying to come in.”

  “Did something happen the night of the fire?”

  “He was at the door and I made the mistake of opening it to tell him to please leave me alone. He forced his way in and…”

  “And?”

  “We had a fight. He wouldn’t leave. When I tried to call the police he laughed.”

  “But you ended up with no clothes on.”

  “I don’t know how I ended up like that. You have to believe me.”

  “I believe you. Did he - touch you?”

  “Not like that. I think I’d have felt the aftershock of penetration when I woke up if he had.”

  His eyes claw into mine and we stop eating. Is he also imagining penetration right now?

  “The last thing I remember is Thad saying, I will end you.”

  As the memories come back, a lump rises in my throat. Lucky I wolfed down my food like a starving wild animal because no way I could swallow it now.

  “It’s okay Lainie.”

  Ryder’s huge palm comes down over my hand on the table and completely covers it. Just that comforts the fear in my core. Like nothing bad can happen when I’m with him.

  “It’s okay now.”

  He stands up and raises me with him. He leads me into the living room and presses me down to sit.

  “We’re going to figure out what to do about all this shit.” He says. “Together. But first, drink some whiskey.”

  He pours two tumblers of fire water which I down immediately for courage, why it’s called Dutch I can’t imagine. He goes into the kitchen.

  “I know how much you like chocolate.” He says.

  Please Santa make him bring some chocolate sauce so we can play some adult games. I arrange myself on the couch so his shirt is only barely covering my finer attributes.

  “I got some brownies for Jazzy.” He calls.

  I rearrange myself again, putting my legs on the sofa to spread along the full length and lie back in what I hope is a provocative pose.

  “What are you doing?” I shout. God, I wish he’d hurry.

  “Be right there. Just warming them up.”

  This guy is too much. I’m sure brownies must be a euphemism for hot chocolate sauce. My heart is now racing in anticipation. I lift Ryder’s untouched glass to take a sip for more of the Dutch. Somehow I drink almost the entire thing, feeling the fire come alive under my breasts as it goes down.

  “Hurry up.”

  Chapter 12

  Ryder

  “Jesus.” I mutter under my breath and set the warm brownie on the table.

  Lainie is sprawled across my sofa. Her shapely thighs are uncovered almost all the way and I know she’s wearing nothing under my tee. I know because the tiniest slit of pink is barely visible beneath the hem. She looks so damned hot I can’t resist. That is, I wouldn’t be able to keep up this pretense at resistance if she wasn’t snoring. So lightly it’s barely perceptible but it’s clear she’s passed out from exhaustion and I’m not going to wake her even if I have got a boner to end all boners.

  I sink down and watch her sleeping in contentment. Her peaceful rest reminds me of Jazzy when she’s with me.

  Damnit, I’d intended to go over and try to see my kid again today, until I got sidetracked by Lainie. If sidetracked is the right word. This girl has a tendency to blast into my life and knock it sideways. I don’t think that’s her intention at all. It’s just what happens whenever I see her. And touch her. And put my lips to her skin.

  I should not have done that back there in the bathtub. I was way out of order and just made both of us more confused about the situation. Is there a situation? I offered a girl in need a hot bath and hot dinner. How does that make it a situation? Because I’m the dickwad that couldn’t leave it there. I had to start going for something more. This girl who has nothing comes to my house and I can’t keep my hands off her.

  “I’m sorry, Lainie.” I whisper.

  In response I receive a little snort of sleep talk that makes me grin. She’s so fucking adorable. Her head is tipped at an odd angle on the pillow and she might get cold later, especially if that tee shirt rides any further up her delectable body. With a long exhalation that comes out like a sigh, I bend over and lift her easily. It’s an automatic reaction, a muscle memory in my body, to toss her over my shoulder. Christ, the shirt does ride up and I get an unforgettable view of her curved buttocks that sends all my wild animal instinct into overdrive.

  “Would you fucking cool it?” I grit at myself as I yank the fabric down as far as it will go to cover her ass up before her soft skin drives me completely deranged.

  But her clit is damp against my pectoral and her sweet aroma rises and fills my nostrils so the derangement continues.

  “Lainie, what the fuck are you doing to me?” I croak. My voice cracks with the difficulty of repressing whatever i
t is that she is doing to me.

  I slide her down my chest and maneuver her into a bridal hold in preference to the fireman’s lift. It’s more demure and keeps her perfect body further away from my mouth that wants to ravage her.

  “The woman is sleeping for chrissakes.”

  And that is now the only thing holding me back from my feral need.

  I carry her down the hall and pass my bedroom. It’s on my mind to put her in my bed while I take the couch. But I don’t want her frightened if she wakes up not knowing where she is. I recall how mesmerized she was by Jazzy’s room, touching everything in a kind of wonder. Jazzy won’t mind having a guest use her room for one night. That’s one of the things I love most about my kid - she’s a real humanitarian type. Even at five she’d give anyone whatever she could to make them happy. She does it with me all the time - “Are you happy Daddy?” she asks which breaks my heart all over again because I should be the one worrying about her happiness not the other way round.

  I tuck Lainie under the comforter printed with swirls of colors and move all the animals to lean against the wall beside her. Her hair has dried now and falls softly around her face on the pillow.

  The girl is beautiful when all the stress of just getting through another day has gone out of her face. All women deserve to be this relaxed and serene. I sigh again, wondering why life has to be so hard for most people. I stand there for quite a while, watching Lainie’s eyelashes flicker in dreamtime. Her chest rises and falls in gentle breathing and I can’t get the image of her firm round tits rising up out of the soapy water and making me lose my reason.

  I can feel her hard nipple on my tongue, every tiny bump of the mound and the smooth wet skin of her breast as I sucked more of her into my mouth.

  God, I have to get out of here right now. I can’t be trusted.

  I clear the dinner things and pour myself another whiskey to help me sleep. But it doesn’t help. I wake up continuously through the night with images of Lainie uppermost in my mind. I feel her body beside me, curled into me, her fingers twining through the curls at the back of my neck that I really ought to cut except she seems to find them appealing. I feel her legs part and one thigh lift and open wide to wrap around my legs and pull herself closer into me. Her dampness wrapping around my hard thigh muscle.

  Oh god I don’t want this to end. It’s one of those dreams where you want to never wake up. I want to merge with Lainie forever, envelop my body around hers and hold her close enough that we become one.

  “Ryder.” I hear my name in the darkness and the tug of the thigh around mine as leverage, tugging me closer to her wetness.

  I’m not dreaming. Lainie is in my bed and pressing herself into me. What hits me first is how very wet she is, soaking my thigh with her slick juice. I reach around her and bury my face into the side of her neck, inhaling her warmth and peach aroma. My cock springs up eagerly and my hardness presses into her stomach. She undulates against the length until I almost lose control and push her beneath me to claim her. I bit her neck and she grinds her pelvis with a purr of satisfaction.

  “You’ll be doing a lot more than purring by the time I’m done with you.” I husk into the hair falling over her ear.

  Now she tugs herself up so she’s straddling my hips. She’s rocking slowly, undulating her body and moaning softly. Her sensuous movements are echoed in the sound she’s making, moans of hunger gradually ratcheting up her desire as she feels it flow through her.

  “Lainie, what are you…?”

  “Shhhh.” She hushes me.

  I realize my hand has come to her thigh as though steadying her, or maybe myself as my heart is threatening to pound through my solid chest. My eyes gradually acclimate to the darkness enough to see Lainie reach for the hem of my tee and arch her back as she lifts it up over her head and tosses it to one side.

  “God.”

  I groan out some kind of gasped expletive as her naked body is fully exposed and I see the glorious tits, the curve of her waist, her voluptuous thighs and the pink wet spread of her pussy opened to me.

  My brain is ordering me to reach for her and throw her down onto the bed, part her thighs and plunge all the way inside her. I want to possess her so bad it hurts. I want to be buried all the way inside her and feel her fingers in my hair, her soft moans ratchet up into screaming ones.

  “God Lainie I want you.” I rasp. My throat crackles as bad as the worst smoke inhalation.

  I don’t dare touch her. I might lose all control and go through with the idea running through my head of taking her hard. My blood is gushing through my veins and I’m mesmerized by her perfect body undulating on my thighs. She’s skillfully edged her slit up the mound of my root and has changed her rhythm to circle that hard knot as she reaches for the solid pole of flesh and teases her fingers up and down the length of it.

  “You’re gonna drive me insane.” I groan.

  Her small fingers curl over my underwear and slide them down enough to expose my head to the cool air. It does absolutely zero to relieve the burn there.

  “I certainly hope so.” She whispers with a kitten voice. “You’ve held yourself aloof from me for too long.”

  A pool forms at the tip and she eagerly swirls the creamy nectar around my head making me groan more loudly. I can’t keep my hands off her any longer. The palm resting on her thigh slides up until my thumb reaches her bare mound and pulls on one side making her lips part further.

  “Ohh.”

  She whimpers and shudders as my firm thumb pad finds her clit. I rub along the length of her, then circle around the hard point juicing her folds. She matches my rhythm with hip rotations, increasing in tempo as she gets hungrier.

  “Don’t stop.” She gasps.

  “I have no intention of stopping. Ever.” I grit and slip my thumb into her open pussy. Just an inch. Just enough to feel how wet she is for me.

  Her mouth is opening and closing as she reaches for air and I realize I’ve never tasted her. I’ve never had her mouth in mine. I extract my thumb, scooping out more of her essence to rub into her folds. She moans and writhes in pleasure. I can tell she’s ready but I keep her pinned under my palm while my thumb pad does the work.

  “Kiss me, Lainie.” I order her.

  She tips forward immediately, doing what I told her. As her gorgeous tits hang over me, I reach my free hand up to squeeze one and roll her nipple as I know she likes. Then I cup the back of her head and pull her down so her mouth crashes over mine and I claim her.

  “Baby.” I moan into her sweet lips.

  I imagined the taste of chocolate on her but it’s her own sweetness I taste. I want more and bring my hand from between her legs. up to insert my thumb into our mouths. Together we suck and lap at her essence and it fires us into an ardor I’ve never known. She grinds down onto my length, spreading her wetness all over my cock. I open my mouth and take more of her into me, biting lightly and running my tongue over every corner of her mouth. She tastes like every candy bar I’ve ever eaten, like honey on pancakes, I can’t get enough of her.

  She lifts her hips to slide the head of me along her dripping length and I lose my mind. I flip her over and press her down so her hands are pinned. Then I nip and nibble my way down her neck, the side of her breast, over her stomach. I’m going faster than I want, but I need a taste of her ultimate sweet spot. Her aroma is like a car crash in my nostrils, making me floor the gas with the need to get there faster. I spread my tongue and then her thighs and flatten the length along every ridge and fold of her, feeling her hard little point run along my tastebuds until an explosion wells up in me.

  Her fingers thread into my hair and she spreads her thighs to their limit, arching up and tugging my entire face into her spread.

  “Now, Ryder.” She whines.

  “Not yet, Baby.” I growl.

  I roll the sides of my tongue into a point and plunge the tip into her until I feel the first shudderings in her core. Then I unfold and flatten again to li
ck across her folds. I repeat the move and dip into her tight entrance again. She rides up my mouth, arching with a gasp, tearing at my hair.

  “Yes, now.” She shouts at the ceiling, none too soon, right as I’m about to lose it from the way she bucks under me.

  But I know that if I plunge inside and devour her like I want to it’ll be over in seconds. I flip onto my back, taking her with me so she rolls up to straddle my pelvis again. She lifts her hips to position my head at her entrance then slides with just the right speed, not too fast, not agonizingly slowly, the exact speed that makes us both gasp. Our brains detonate with the sensation of being so tightly connected. With me so deep inside her, she becomes a little wild thing, grinding circles as though needing me further inside her.

  As soon as she circles her lips around my root, the feeling of her pussy rotating on my length drives me to distraction. I grasp her hips to pull her down so I’m deep into her as I can be. Lainie rides me like a maniac, like a starved animal. When I feel her tighten and tremble, I roll her back over and release into her.

  Chapter 13

  Lainie

  I wake up bathed in a delicious warmth. Life seems sweet all of a sudden. The ache between my legs reminds me of what I had with Ryder during the night. I’d woken up at some point and it took me a while to remember where I was. I knew I’d never had a bedroom like the one I was in, all strewn with butterflies from some nightlight Ryder left on. He could have put me in his bed, I thought with a pout. Then I realized that he had too much respect for women to make that kind of assumption or put any pressure on me.

  “Leaving it up to me, huh?”

  I decided that life is too short to worry and wonder. I had to go after what I want and take a risk.I padded down the hall to his room and didn’t want to wake him by turning on the light. Just in case he sent me back to the little girl’s room. All I wanted was to be curled up in the warmth of his solid muscle and smell the woody aroma of his skin.

  Hmmm. I want that again now and wriggle over in the big bed towards him. The sheets are cold. My eyelids bat open and I see the bed, the room, are both empty.