Single Dad FILF: Fireman I'd like to.... (HotShots Book 3) Page 9

  “Ryder.” I whimper.

  He could be in the bathroom but the house has an eerie silence to it that makes me think he’s not here at all. I find his tee shirt knotted in a ball from where he tore it over my head, untangle and slip into it. I was going to wander to the kitchen living room naked but just my luck, he’ll be there with ten hunky firemen, doing, I don’t know, meditation maybe. Ha ha, as if, but it would explain the silence.

  He’s not out there either. No ten hunky firemen and there’s no note.

  “Ryder, you bastard.”

  Did he run out on me this morning? Too chicken to face me and say thanks but no thanks?

  I can’t believe it. I thought we shared something incredible last night but what do I know about intimacy? No man has ever tried to pleasure me or make sure I come before he does. They all just use my body to get what they want and then it’s done. Perhaps he was faking. I should just go. He might even be hiding out on watch, waiting for me to leave the house before he comes back.

  I don’t know why I should be so upset, with a horrible crushing feel inside after only one night, but I am. They say you have to make a man chase you if you really want him to want you. Don’t be the aggressor and don’t give in too easily. I thought that was a bunch of bullshit game-playing but maybe there’s something to it after all.

  Call it a lesson learned.

  “Well I’m damned if I’m leaving before coffee.”

  I’m also starving. Would it be wrong to eat some of Ryder’s food without him offering? Turns out I don’t have to worry because there’s nothing in the refrigerator. We ate every scrap of the noodle dish he cooked last night, it was so good. At least there’s coffee. I fire up the machine and a car goes by blasting a tune I used to love to dance to whenever it came on in the bar. While the coffee splutters through, I shake my booty and sing loudly, and badly, working out the disappointment that came over me after such a great start to the day.

  “‘Cuz you’re a good girl.” I wail, wiggling and shaking for all I’m worth, working off any misery that threatens to come over me.

  I open each cupboard door to see what he might have in the way of snacking. Each door I do a twirl before closing it.

  “I know you want it.”

  The coffee steams out its final pour and I do a little twirl.

  “Oh!”

  Ryder is standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame with that grin of his.

  “I see you know how to bust a move in the kitchen as well as the bedroom.” He smirks.

  “Where were you?” I squeak.

  I feel the color rush to my face that he saw me do one of those hug yourself shimmy dances and pull the tee shirt came up over my ass. Crazy to be shy about that as he’s seen many more of my attributes than just my bare booty.

  “The milk was sour so I ran out to get some along with some other goodies for breakfast.”

  He sets down egg sandwiches and some sweet-smelling cinnamon buns.

  “Wow. I don’t deserve all this.” I say and his face gathers into a frown.

  “Don’t talk like that, Lainie.” He says. “This is exactly what you deserve. Plus a whole lot more.”

  I find I’ve got nothing to say for once. His words and the way he’s looking at me, both serious and with a smile like he’s happy have me tongue-tied.

  “I thought you’d run out on me.” I murmur.

  “Why the hell would I do that after what we had last night?”

  I can’t help it, my lips turn up into a smile.

  “I was going to drink my coffee and leave.” I admit.

  “Dressed like that?”

  “My clothes must be somewhere around here.”

  “Yeah but you’d have had to go dumpster diving for them.”

  “Well you know I wouldn’t be too princessy for that.”

  Again the frown.

  “I didn’t mean it like that.” He says. “And you know you are a princess, to me anyway. You don’t deserve any of what’s happening to you right now.”

  “Except cinnamon rolls apparently. Those I do deserve.” I pull one from the bag, still warm, and bite into it. “Oh god. That’s good. What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

  “Those were my words last night I believe.” He smirks like he won some big prize.

  “We both said a lot of things, in the heat of the moment.”

  “Whatever I said I meant every word. Or is that just a casual way you do things normally?”

  Fuck you have no idea. I don’t say. I have no idea what normal is. I come around the counter and reach up with the bun so he can take a bite. He scoops around my waist to take a bite and with his mouth full he bends in to kiss me, his lips all sugary and spicy.

  “Get me my coffee, woman.” He jokes, setting me loose and opening the milk.

  I grab two cups from the correct cupboard, since I opened every one of them during my embarrassing dance.

  “So what’s the plan?” I ask once we’re settled with coffee and an array of breakfast goods like I haven’t seen in an age. “I’m going to be your kitchen girl - Cinderella seems appropriate for the girl from the ashes - until you tire of me?”

  “Something like that.” He smirks. “I figure you can stay here until you get back on your feet.”

  “Ryder I can’t.” I blurt. How will that work with us living together? What about his job, is he even allowed to bring home victims of a blaze? “What about your daughter?”

  “Babe, it’s about time Jazzy saw me with someone and anyway it’s not a crime to have a friend. When she’s here I’ll just have to ask that we take it easy on the PDAs so she doesn’t get confused.”

  “There’s going to be PDAs?” I ask and my smile gets wider.

  He’s going to show me affection, a man like him? I must have won the love lottery.

  “You better believe it.”

  I really can’t but I don’t say so because he wants me to show some self-esteem and he’s not wrong about how I beat myself up with the worthless talk. I’ve tried to pull myself out of that shit but it’s tricky when there’s nothing that proves any different.

  “So to get the buns I had to go to the mall and the store next to the food court was open.”

  He tugs a yellow bag out from among the others strewn on the floor. He pushes it across the counter to me with a shy smile. I know the brand. I know what he’s gotten me.

  “Ryder.” I whisper. “You didn’t have to.”

  “I wish I hadn’t because watching you jiving while wearing nothing but my tee shirt is a highlight of my life. But for the days when we need to act like grown ups, well, it’s not much.”

  “It’s Forever 21.” I squeal.

  He’s gotten me some skinny jeans and a jean skirt and some cool tops, plus a sparkly kind of dress.

  “Is that good?”

  I’m about to say I don't deserve it but manage to bite my tongue. “It’s great. I love it all. Thank you.”

  I climb up onto his thighs and twine my legs around his waist, hooking on for stability while I kiss his cheeks and mouth.

  “I’m rough.” He says, rubbing a hand across his stubble while his other palms cups my butt to hold me up.

  My pussy immediately comes to life, twitching at the proximity of his fingers. The aroma rising off me is strong as I haven’t showered yet. Our mixed sticky essences are still all over my lips.

  “I love it.” I say. And I do.

  His stubbled jaw only makes him sexier. I kiss him again and this time his tongue claims mine. He plunges into my mouth and our tongues swish and swirl in their own jive boogie. Compared to his rough virility, the quaint language he uses is sometimes so funny. He’s not even that old. He just seems mature because of his job I guess, or his kid. Or because he’s not a psycho dickwad like Thad.

  “God Lainie, I need you again.” He moans into my mouth.

  As if I couldn’t already tell from the rapid swell in his jeans.

  “Me too.” I
murmur, lapping at his tongue. I adore his mouth, how rough and sweet and all round manly it is. I could kiss him all day long. “Don’t you have to go to work?”

  “Not smelling like this.” He says.

  In one move he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder, squealing. A moment later we’re in the bathroom and he’s pulling my tee over my head again. This time his eyes scan over my body without disguise, taking me in, relishing what he sees and I let him, not at all embarrassed by his gaze. He seems entranced and that makes me feel good. He leans down to kiss each nipple then turns on the shower jets. When he reaches for his jeans button I bat his hands off.

  “Allow me.” I say.

  “With pleasure.”

  Once I’ve got the zipper down not without some difficulty over his ferocious bulge, I tug his jeans over his hips. I’d planned to take the underwear along with the pants but he’s commando. That’s sexy as fuck in itself but the sight of his perfect prick springing free is more that I can resist.

  “Hmm, I don’t think I finished breakfast.” I say as I sink to my knees.

  I open my mouth and take his head inside, swirling my tongue along the underside before sliding all the way down the generous length.

  “God Lainie, you drive me crazy.” He groans, reaching behind for support as I feel his knees buckle slightly.

  He scoops me into the shower stall without missing a beat. His wide shoulders provide an awning from the pummel of water as I glide up and down the length of him. He stretches my mouth to its limits and I add the pressure from my tongue to his steel until he moans out loud.

  I want to take his seed in my mouth and I feel his climax rising. As he reaches the edge, he picks me up off my knees with a spring and I slip my legs around his pelvis. I slide my tits up his chest and position him perfectly. His head sits in the hollow of my entrance like a key into a lock. With a thrust he’s inside me again and I let out a loud cry.

  “Are you okay Baby?”

  That’s the second time he’s called me that this morning. I guess that makes it official. I’m his baby.

  Chapter 14

  Ryder

  Lainie’s mouth around me is like nothing I’ve ever felt. Well, maybe aside from being all the way inside her. Point is, her body and mine seem made for each other. They fit together like two missing parts of the puzzle. And now she’s all cleaned up and the snarly lip has been replaced by hungry kisses, she’s just a perfect woman as far as I can tell.

  When I ride all the way into her, her thighs wrapping my hips spreading her as far open as possible, I leave her there, impaled on me. I grab the soap and lather her up while buried inside her. She laughs happily and squirts shampoo on me. It’s as though we’ve been together for years and it’s too bad I didn’t meet her back then. These are the feelings that rush through me while we play in the shower, all the while I have her thighs wrapped around me and her pussy encasing my shaft.

  As soon as we’ve soaped each other, I’m still steel blade hard inside her. I spin her back to the wall and palm each side of her head. Not that she’s going anywhere but it gives me the resistance I need to slam into her as hard as she’s begging me to. Her tits bounce with every thrust and in moments we’re both howling and panting through our release.

  She clings to my shoulders to hold me inside her as long as possible after our climax. I help the shaking in her thighs by wrapping one arm around her waist to hold her and bury my face into the crease at her neck and shoulder.

  After drying her off, she’s wandering around in a fluffy towel while I get dressed.

  “Are you planning to wear that towel all day?” I grin. Alright with me. Her legs are amazingly inviting. “I thought women like to try new outfits.”

  “I do but I can’t take them. It’s too much.” At least she’s given up the ‘I don’t deserve it’ shit.

  “Call them an early Christmas present.”

  Her face registers shock then her eyes drop to the ground showing the shy side of her that she usually hides behind the snarl.

  “Lainie look at me.” Her eyelashes flutter up as she does what I say. “Yeah, I can see us spending Christmas together and I’m not afraid to say so.”

  I could see Lainie here well into the New Year if I’m honest and I’ve never said that about other women, not even Jazzy’s mother.

  “Won’t your daughter be here?”

  “Yeah, whenever I can get her.”

  Lainie looks like she’s going to give me the inquisition on that so I go grab her clothes to avoid the questioning. I don’t know whether I’ll be working or what Shannon’s going to throw my way this year. She always seems to want to make it difficult for me to see my kid at the same time as making it clear she’s a big bother to have around. Which I’m pretty sure isn’t true, Shannon just likes to find a complaint anywhere she can.

  I find the bag of stuff I bought for Lainie and my phone buzzes with the special tone I have for the firehouse.

  “Shit.” I say after taking the call. “Lainie, I gotta go.”

  I turn but she’s standing right there behind me, looking gorgeous in the white towel, her hair still damp curling over her bare shoulders.

  “Okay.” She says but she looks sad.

  “I’ll be back.”

  “It’s work, right?”

  “It’s an emergency. A big one out at the factory.”

  “I’m frightened.”

  “Don’t be. It’s just a job, Babe. I can handle it.”

  “I don’t want to lose…” She falters and changes her mind on what she was about to say; “Anything to happen to you.”

  I smile to allay her fears as I cross the space between us and scoop her into my arms. My cock immediately stirs even though I just unloaded every last drop in the shower, she had me so hot. I have to pull back from her or I’ll never get out of here.

  “Listen Babe, can you get online and order up what you think we’ll need for supplies. I’ve got nothing but the Twinkies I bought yesterday.”

  “I noticed.”

  “My card details will be stored so you can use those to pay for the stuff.”

  “Like what stuff?”

  “I dunno, not all junk food though, some healthy shit too. You know how to grocery shop right?”

  “Of course.” She snaps. “I wasn’t born under that bridge.”

  “Hey.” I take her chin between my finger and thumb. “I don’t wanna hear any more about that bridge, deal?”

  “Fine by me.”

  “I mean it. Whatever happens with us, that part of your life is over.”

  She smiles but she looks wary. I don’t know why but I don’t have time to discuss it with her now much as I’d love to make her feel secure.

  “Ryder what about the police?”

  “What about them? Is that what you’re worried about?”

  “Since I remembered what happened that night.”

  “About this Thad character? You do? How come you didn’t mention him to the police?”

  “Because, you know, I thought they wouldn’t believe me. That I was making stuff up to get out of trouble.”

  “I’d never think that and why should they? I’ll always believe what you tell me. It’s the only way we can trust each other if we guarantee never to lie.”

  She nods and I can tell she feels the same. Thank fuck because it’s bad enough that she’s up for being an addict, I don’t want another go around with the lying and cheating that comes with addiction. Thing is Lainie hasn’t exhibited a single sign of wanting drugs. She barely finished her beer last night.

  The only thing she can’t get enough of is me inside her, so far. But maybe she’s on her best behavior. It’s not even been twenty four hours. I know I gotta take it slow with her for all our sakes, until I figure out where she’s at. Because when I look down into her huge eyes right now, I can tell there’s something she’s holding back. Lainie is watching me closely, maybe trying to figure out where my head’s roaming, maybe wheth
er I’ll catch her out in a lie.

  “Babe, I promise we’ll talk about this later and figure it all out but right now, duty calls, ya know?”

  “Of course. I’m sorry.”

  I give her a wide grin to comfort her. She looks irrationally worried about me. Or maybe it’s for her own safety. Whatever it takes, I won’t let anything bad happen to her, ever again.

  I grab my keys and kiss her goodbye. I reach the door and turn to give her a last grin at the same time she hurtles across the floor, leaping up at me and wrapping her arms and legs around me like an octopus. She clings on and the towel drops to the floor.

  “Just come back to me.” She whispers fiercely in my ear, her lips brushing the shell, her fingers threading into my hair.

  “Promise.” I say.

  She climbs down and it takes all my willpower to leave her there like that. All I want to do is haul that cute ass back to the bedroom and make her feel good.

  Chapter 15

  Lainie

  After getting dressed and tidying up the wreckage of towels in the bathroom and the breakfast stuff, I make the bed and clean everything I can think of. Then I have nothing to do. I don’t want to be the couch potato watching soap operas all day, then I remember I have to do groceries.

  I order up some basic stuff, pasta, chicken, then I get a bright idea and also order flour and basic stuff like that. As I’m about to check out, a pop-up reminds me it’s the last day to order for Christmas delivery. Should I? It seems really cheeky but Ryder said we’d be together. Two lost souls with no one to celebrate with. So I order turkey and trimmings and some healthy veggies to go with it like he told me.

  The order will be here in two hours. So now I have something to do - wait.

  I worry Ryder will be mad at me for spending over a hundred bucks. I have no idea what two people would normally spend for groceries but that seems like a fortune. Although I told him I could shop, I’ve only ever bought junk stuff at the bodega, two or three bucks at a time. And I feel bad that all of a sudden he’s got a stray in the house and is paying for my survival - clothes, food. This could get really messy.