Wylder Bluffs Firefighters: The Complete Short-Story Collection

by Tarin Lex

  “Mmm,” I just moan, feeling shaky and drugged. More, I need more.

  “You’ve been such a good friend, you know that? Such a good girl. I’d like to reward you, Linney…with a different kind of tongue lashing.”

  “Yes! Please!”

  “Won’t that feel good?”

  I gaze at his mouth, pillow-soft and moist where I kissed him. “So good.”

  “I love your pussy, baby.”

  “I love your dick,” I purr, winning a smile.

  “I’m gonna come in that tight little cunt.” A second finger delves inside, then slowly, a third.

  “I want your cum, Lukas.”

  “Yeah, baby.” His dark, low, desperate voice heightens the amazing feel of his fingers exploring and readying my pussy for him. “Promise you’ll never hate me for this.”

  “Lukas,” I say, all raspy-like. “No, no way. I’ll only hate you if you stop.”

  “We’re safe then.” He grins.

  “Speaking of safety…”

  “I’m clean, babe…are you?”

  I nod confirmation. “I’m on the Pill.”

  “Nice.” A fourth finger plunges through. My walls clench and drench down to the knuckle. “I want to feel you, baby. I want to feel you when you come on that cock.”

  My heart spins. Just when I think I might rather come on his hand, right here, right now, Lukas pulls it out and brings that hand to his mouth, tasting every dampened finger. “Fuck, you taste heavenly, Linney.”

  “I do?”

  Lukas growls out a swearword. He takes out his sex and my eyes go wide. “What do you think? You did this to me.” He touches me again, his other hand slowly pumping his thick rod. “That sweet pussy did this to me.”

  Every whispered word lashes heat against my skin as my thighs shake with the effort it takes not to jump in his lap and sit right down on that beautiful sex.

  With a widening smirk, Lukas lays me down on the couch, still coaxing my pussy to mind-altering delight as he stands over me, raking my prone form with that dark, unyielding, lust-filled gaze. My hips buck against his wrist, urging him on. He grips his sex and leans down a little to touch it to my cheek, rubbing it down along my throat as I tip my face, then up he goes again, spreading sweet precum all over my chin as he guides the tip against my jaw ’til my mouth slacks and he drives that thick, gorgeous, head between my lips. Eagerly I wrap my whole mouth over his sex, sucking him hard as he fingers me.

  “Yes, baby,” Lukas groans, hoarsely, “you’re good at that, Linney. Fuck, yeah”—my head bobs with each rhythmic thrust, my hands reaching up to cradle his nice, firm balls and to milk his shaft for more precum—“swallow that knob.” Oh-My-God. Watching him shudder and lose control is as sensational as his deft fingers impassioning me.

  It’s so erotic my pent-up tension almost springs loose, then he pulls away, leaving me spun-up even tighter. He kneels on the couch, and lifts me toward him so we’re face to face, and he kisses me, and he raises my hands to take off my shirt.

  “Lukas…” Desire meets hesitation.

  “Don’t make me stop, Linnea. Please. I can’t fucking turn back now.”

  “It’s just…you know…I’m not as thin as some other girls…”

  “No.” He kisses me, hard, admonishing. Then he squeezes my hips. “I get to grab hold of these while I’m buried balls-deep inside of you.” He lowers his stare from my face to my breasts. “I get to watch those tits bounce while I fuck you into oblivion.” Indolently, his hands wander, tracing every cushion and curve. “You are perfect, Linn. You’re mine now. D’you get that?”

  “Yes,” I whimper, subdued by his touch and his sweet, sweet filth.

  “I want you, baby,” Lukas whispers, tenderly, holding my face, arresting my gaze. “More than I’ve ever wanted someone. I mean that. I want you. Christ, I love you. I fuckin’ love you, Linney.”

  He what?

  He kisses me.

  Five

  Lukas

  I’m thinking clearly for the first time, seeing with wide-awake eyes what’s always been right in front of me.

  It’s either that or my thoughts are becoming more twisted and lurid than ever before.

  Not that I’ve been a saint, of course I’ve had wayward thoughts of her, I’m only human. But I’ve tried not to think of her too much in a sexual way. Those are dangerous fantasies I preferred not to get spun up in. Linnea’s my friend, my buddy, my girl friend not my girlfriend. Since we were kids she’s been more like a little s— no, fuck, don’t say it, don’t even think it.

  Especially while she’s got her hands on my dick.

  Whatever it is I’m thinking or not, I’m past the point of stopping now. Linnea’s perfect in every simple, beautiful way. Perfect… for me. I could fall in love tonight. I already have. I’ve always been in love with her.

  It’d be a shame to fire off my cum too soon, but I’m just about there, if she doesn’t quit…inspiring me. It feels so, so nice, her hands on my dick, her breath in my ear, but I need to be inside of her. Now.

  I lurch from the couch and fireman’s-carry Linnea into my room—love how her round plump ass bounces next to my cheek—and toss her down on the bed, she smiles at me as I look at her for a long moment. From her painted toes to her glowing, heart-shaped face. Her sinuous curves and hot mouth annihilate me. I climb on top and straddle her thighs.

  “I can’t believe this’s happening,” Linnea warbles, her bedroom voice sweet enough to bite down on. With a low growl I tug down her panties, guiding her legs up so I can slide them past her ankles. Won’t be needing those right now.

  “Me neither,” I say, enjoying the full view of her wet pussy on display for me, “honest to God.” I’m running on primal instincts here, urgency, yen, and very low on rational thought. Whisky eyes glisten as she surveys me, as if I’m making her dreams come true. “Have you wanted this for a while, sweetheart?”

  “Deep down maybe. But… I never let myself think of you that way.”

  “I want you to think of me, Linney. Only me.”

  “Okay,” she whispers, eagerly.

  I can’t get enough of her skin. She’s a delicious fuckin’ popsicle, lying nude and dripping in my bed. I’d like to study every inch of her, discover her, taste more of her pretty pink, savory cunt. If she didn’t bring me to the edge of coating her throat in cum, I’d take my time with her now.

  I’d take my time…proving to her that I meant what I said.

  With narrowed eyes, I lick my lips, lowering down and caging her in all fours. “Do you have any idea how decadent you are?”

  “Show me?” She grins, teasingly. Fuckin’ dangerously.

  “Careful now. You don’t know who you’re dealing with.”

  “I don’t know you?” She lifts a brow. “I know you better than anyone. Fuck me, Luk.”

  I grasp her hips and flip us around so she’s on top. “Like this then.” I grimace, the effect of her pleasure not unlike actual, physical pain. “What a view.”

  Her eyes go wide as moons. I like that face, very much. I’m getting used to surprising her. A light blush colors her cheeks. Linnea sits up and back a little, roping her arms over her tits.

  “Don’t you dare hide from me, girl. Lemme see you.”

  “Okay.”

  I reach up to cradle her globes, Linney smiles reticently, yielding to me. My hands travel past her waist to hold her hips again, so that her slippery folds press to my cock. Looking down to where we touch, where my arousal aches for her, Linnea takes a breath and tugs her bottom lip between her teeth.

  “C’mere, baby.” I lift her up. “Sit down on me.”

  She moans, angling her hips right over mine.

  My eyes roll back when she finally lowers. She glides her petals down over me, coating my dick in hot, creamy nectar. I watch her face reflect my own strained pleasure, her eyes lit up like bright, hungry flames. She lowers more, till every throbbing inch of my rod is slick with her honey. Damn, she’
s tight. Her pussy makes a fist around me. The hard squeeze and silken flesh shock my heartbeat, ramping my lust into high gear.

  “Fuck!” I cinch her down harder to me. “You feel so fuckin’ good.” I lift her hips, cinch her tight to me again, pistoning deep in and out, harder, hotter, in, and out, and all the way in…and holy burning fuck…until she all but owns my cock!

  And I own her.

  “Yes, Lukas!” she pants, gasping for breath. “Yes! Yes! Oh my god!”

  “Come for me, baby.” I hold her steady, interlacing her fingers in mine. She pulsates down and around my sex, drenching my dick in a warm deluge.

  She rolls her hips, cravenly as she winds slowly down from the highest of peaks. I go out like a light with her on top, finishing hard and fast all at once as she comes down, shooting that pent-up seed all the way inside her supple, trembling core.

  We stare at each other, dumbstruck. So in awe we both shed giggles. We should’ve been doing that for years. We steady our breathing, together, waiting for the hypnosis to clear. Linnea curls her body into my arms. She fits against me as if she was always meant to be there. I hold her close…till her eyelids shutter like butterflies’ wings.

  And I hold her some more.

  Six

  Linnea

  I had the craziest dream last night. I was out with Glen, he was being a pig, per normal, but then Lukas cut in, told him I was his and took me back to his place. He made me coffee, we talked, then he kissed me! And then…other stuff. Our drinks went cold as our bodies warmed. It was exquisite. I had the most earth-shattering orgasm of my life…

  This is why I don’t sleep naked, it always gives me dirty dreams. Usually the man is faceless, sometimes it’s Lukas, never has it felt so real. My legs are still damp from the dream. I throw off the covers.

  But they aren’t mine.

  It doesn’t take long to figure out whose bedroom I’m in. Last night really happened?

  My heart stitches to my throat as I realize I’m naked for Lukas to see if he happens to walk in here right now. Should I be embarrassed? Did we really destroy thirteen years of friendship?

  I smell coffee. Same rich, oily blend he poured last night. The fragrance pairs with another flash of memory and carries it toward me.

  ‘I love you. I fuckin’ love you, Linney.’

  My heart clenches for any other girl he’s said that to in the throes of passion. Some of them might’ve believed him. Good thing I know full-well, Lukas doesn’t believe in love.

  I wish I didn’t believe in love, too.

  This doesn’t have to be weird. I’ll just get dressed, go out there and we’ll have a good laugh. I root around for my clothes, finding only my panties buried beneath the mass of blanket.

  My clothes are still in the other room. Perfect. I get to do the walk of shame for my best friend, without a stitch of decency.

  His whispered voice floats toward me as I pull his t-shirt over my head. I shouldn’t care that it smells like him. I shouldn’t stand for a long moment, breathing it in.

  “I know it sounds insane, man. I’m not crazy though right? You’ve always loved her. She’s special. We’ve known that for years.”

  It’s definitely his voice; the cadence already caffeinated. Who in the world is he talking to? My heart beats faster. Is he telling someone about last night? Before we have a chance to talk? Am I the one he’s saying is special?

  “You just don’t know what love is, till you know it, till you feel it. And fuck yeah, it’s real, as real as flames’ll burn your skin. I can’t turn away from that now. God I sound manic. I just can’t deny what’s happening, man.”

  I still don’t hear another voice, only Lukas’s. Wearing just my underwear and his t-shirt that falls to mid-thigh, I tiptoe lightly down the hall toward the sound of his voice, the smell of the earthy, roasted bean, closer and closer toward all the images from last night that assail my mind.

  “I meant what I said. I love her y’know? Fuckin’-a, dude. I’m so madly in love with her.”

  My breath rushes from my lungs when I round the corner and see him there. I go boneless. There’s no one standing in the living room but Lukas, without a shirt, showing off the expanse of muscle and big, strong arms I remember clearly being wrapped over me as I fell asleep.

  And there’s Wyatt, sitting on the floor next to the couch, looking up at his master with loyal, listening ears.

  Lukas was talking to Wyatt…about me?

  Before I can fall into a puddle of hormone I trip on my toe, announcing my presence without a sliver of grace.

  “Morning, Sunshine.” Lukas smirks, roving his gaze over me. I’m quickly getting used to this. He closes the distance, shoving a hand in my poufy hair. “How’s that country song go? ‘You look like a fuckin’ dessert in my clothes’?”

  “Something like that.” Giggling shyly, I reach up to flatten my hair and he catches my wrist.

  “I like you like this. No makeup, wild hair.” He fingers the hem of his t-shirt, grazing my thigh with soft, skittering fingers. “Almost naked.”

  “I like you almost naked too.”

  “Oh, yeah?” Lukas dips his head to brush my jawline with his lips. He tastes like coffee and morning breath and I don’t even care, tempted to pull him closer and glue his mouth to mine.

  “Yes,” I whimper.

  It’s not even seven a.m. and his voice comes out husky, and horny, and low. “Let’s spend more almost-naked time together, okay.”

  “And our friendship?”

  “Pales in comparison to what we have now.” I can’t help but stare at his face when he talks like this. Have I ever seen so much conviction there, so much promise in those eyes? “I love you, Linnea. You don’t have to say it back. It’s enough if you say I can keep loving you for a while. I just—”

  “I love you too.” It seems sudden even though we’ve known each other for so many years. But like I know the night from the dawn, I know exactly how I feel about Lukas. “I mean it, I love you.”

  “Thank you, baby.” He kisses me, long and slow, our first stop on the long, long road to forever.

  Epilogue

  Wyatt

  Humans are idiots.

  Take my master, for instance. Guy’s got the stones to run right into fire but for twenty-five years he tucked his tail at the thought of love. I’ll be lucky to live half that long, and thanks to him, I don’t even have stones. But I know love isn’t scary.

  Love is everything.

  Good thing Linnea kept comin’ around. She always gave the best rubs, always smelled like an orange grove after the rains. I love Linney. I don’t think she meant to sniff out the Master’s heart like she did, but boyoboy, I’m glad she did!

  They’re some kind of crazy though. It’s been ten doggie years since they hooked up, do they need to still hump like bunnies every night? Sometimes when I peek over the mattress it makes Linney giggle, cute as a kitten. Master barks and launches pillows at me.

  At night we watch movies together. Now I sit on the couch whenever I want, which is basically always. The humans drink coffee past midnight then complain they can’t sleep. Linnea’s good company at night when Master has to work. She upgraded my kibble when she moved in last year, started buying the best braided treats I swear taste like real lamb. I only catch sheep-puppies in my wildest dreams, but a dog’s nose knows. Those things are legit.

  I rest my snout over her belly, so cozy and soft, and she smiles at me and pats my fur. “Who’s a good boy?” she singsongs while I nuzzle in closer. Doesn’t she know I’m trying to tell her something important? I nose-nudge her and she just thinks I want more rubs.

  I’m not saying I don’t, but…

  Her own puppy is just a tiny thing now, she doesn’t even know it’s there yet. Half Master, half Linnea. I can’t wait for her to find out. I wonder when they’ll realize it’s a girl?

  Then we’ll be even, two of us guys, two sweet-smelling girls.

  And I’ll be the bestest d
oggie-big-brother there ever was.

  The End

  Bonus Material!

  Finn – a mountain man story

  Chapter One

  Siena

  Well this was a dumb idea.

  I’m not even an artist, so I almost feel bad subjecting such an amazing mountain view to my horrible attempt at watercolor painting. I guess to prove something to myself or my ex-fiancé, Jason.

  Proving him right.

  No, I can’t let that happen. I can do this.

  I thought all I needed to paint well was some inspiration. So I trekked into the mountains, over rugged terrain and pockets of snow, through the dense forests until I found a little slope where I could sit. There’s an opening between the trees that looks out over the mountain town, Stanbery.

  I wasn’t sure exactly where or what I was going to paint until I saw it. It’s a tiny one-square-mile town that only faintly glows from where I’m sitting, amber lights against a dark-blue wash of cloudless evening sky, rolling mountain peaks, and tall trees. From up here, it looks closer than it is. I watch little snow flurries fall over the town. Perfect!

  Except it’s totally not perfect because I have no idea what I’m doing. It’s not easy to paint things that move, and uh, snow moves. It also starts to move over me as I paint. Damn. I’ve watched Jason do this a hundred times—mix the paints, smear it on canvas, and magic happens.

  My creation isn’t magic, it’s atrocious. Tears fall down my cheeks. Wet snow creates streaks of paint down the canvas as my mascara streaks down my face. It looks like hell.

  I bet I look like hell, too.

  What was I even thinking, coming all the way out here—alone?

  It’s getting dark, I better go.

  I hear leaves crunch nearby as I realize I’m lost. It’s terrifying. Could it be a wolf, or a bear, or Bigfoot? I’m a city girl, I don’t even know what types of animals live in these woods. It’s too dark to see where I’m going, and it’s freezing cold, the snow is falling faster and faster.