Five Alarm Alphas
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Five minutes later, she waved at Benny. “You look amazeballs!” she called out.
Benny grinned and held up his arm to show off his bulging bicep.
But she didn’t stop, heading to the office behind the watch desk. Once inside, she blew Blake a kiss. He was seated behind his desk, taking a phone call.
Behind her back, she turned the lock on doorknob, locking them inside, alone. She went to the blinds, currently opened so he could see the unoccupied watch desk. She flipped them closed, then glanced over her shoulder.
Blake’s eyes were narrowed with suspicion. Wouldn’t take him long to figure out why she wanted privacy. She kicked off her shoes then began unbuttoning her blouse, opening it and unfastening her bra. While she didn’t take her clothes off, she let him see her breasts, something that had his eyes widening.
Blake cleared his throat. “I’d be happy to send a truck to the school tomorrow for a fire safety class, Principal Stevens,” he said, his tone warning her to behave.
She shook her head as she made her way around his desk, putting on the sluttiest expression she could manage, lips pouting, as she smoothed her blouse away from her breasts. They were fuller now. Had he noticed? Did he think she’d gained weight because she was content?
His hand cupped a breast and gently toggled a sensitive tip. “No, Dan, barring a major fire, we’ll be there in time for assembly. See you tomorrow.” He hung up, and tsked. “Trying to make us the talk of the town again?”
“Do you really mind that every woman in Caldera knows you’re a stud?” she said, shimmying her tight skirt up her thighs so she could straddle him in his chair.
Blake didn’t answer, but his little half-smile was permission enough to continue. There was just enough room between his hips and the arms of the chair for her to kneel over him. When she was comfortably snug against him, she began tugging up his t-shirt. “Do you know how hungry I get, knowing you’re right across the street? That I could just give you a buzz, and you could be right there in my office in two minutes flat? If I needed you…?” she said, spreading her hands to smooth over his solid chest.
“We’ve met for lunch at the house three times this week. Any more often than that, and I think Bart and Bunny will be very disapproving.”
“I know. I told her once that you liked to have sex every day, sometimes several times a day.” She wrinkled her nose at his raised eyebrows. “So I exaggerated a teeny bit, but she was hemming and hawing about your being home from work early—like it was any business of hers. Thought I should set her straight that you were busy working on your marriage.”
She rose on her knees and slowly unbuckled his belt and unzipped his dark cargo pants. In seconds, she held his thick, warm cock in her hand. “I’d love to take this big sucker in my mouth, but my gag reflex isn’t what it used to be,” she said, giving him a pointed glance as a way of conveying her meaning.
“There’s lips and there’s other lips,” he muttered, dropping his eyelids to half-mast. “One set’s as good as the other.”
Sherry slapped his chest. “Seriously?”
“What?” he said, his eyes looking slightly glazed as he met her gaze. “Thought you’d like to know I enjoy one as much as the other.”
“I’m not comparing fucking to blow jobs,” she hissed, giving him another pointed stare.
“Ahhh…” He gave a nod. “You’re wondering when I’ll guess you’re pregnant.”
Her head jerked, and she stared back at him. “How’d you—”
“I found the pregnancy kits you stuffed in the garbage.” He cupped her breasts. “And don’t you think I’d notice when your tits got bigger?”
She sighed.
“Oh. Was I not supposed to guess?”
“Yes,” she said, a little hint of whine in her voice—she was pregnant, therefore entitled to it. “I just wanted that moment, you know?”
“The one where I scoop you up and twirl you around because we’re both giddy with happiness?”
“Well, yes.”
“And what do you think that would do to your tummy right now?”
Her eyes widened. “You know I’ve been nauseous?”
He arched a dark brow. “Your natural skin tone isn’t green, sweetheart. And you have always loved shrimp.”
“Guess it’s my fault.” She couldn’t help the sag in her posture. “I spoiled the surprise.”
“Baby, hold on.”
That was all the warning she got as he shot up out of his chair and gave her a single slow-turning circle and hugged her tight. “I couldn’t be happier,” he said, his voice choked.
Her eyes watered as she felt him tremble against her. He was happy. Really happy. “I love you, Blake Thacker. You’re going to be an awesome dad.”
“I love you, Miz Mayor.” He pulled back, locking with her gaze. “Want to celebrate?”
“Here?” she said, raising one eyebrow.
“Now,” he said, his voice still thick with emotion.
His look was the same steady stare he’d given her across the football field all those years ago when she’d been a cheerleader and he’d been the team’s star quarterback. Even back then, she’d known he was the one for her. So maybe a few years had to pass before they both believed it.
Blake laid her gently on her back, then quickly poked holes in her hose and panties. “Don’t know why you wear these things.”
“So no one else will see my goodies in a good stiff wind?”
“You sure have a dirty mouth for someone so damn cute,” he whispered, coming over her, entering her in a single slow thrust.
“Cute?” she snorted. “Bugs are cute. Babies are cute.” When she was filled again by his long stroke, her eyes filled. “We made a baby.”
“We did.” He grinned as he nodded. “Took some doing. I was there.”
“Must have been that time in the living room, watching The Walking Dead.”
“It was not,” he said, looking horrified even as he calmly continued to thrust. “It was the time we did it in the back yard, on the blanket.”
“Before the fire ants bit your balls?”
He gave a gruff grunt, but didn’t slow.
“We’ll ask the doctor to figure out how far along I am, and then we can work our way backward. We should be able to pinpoint half a dozen times or places…”
“How would you do that?”
“I keep everything in my Filofax.”
“Everything?”
“It’s coded,” she said cheerfully. “‘F’ is for—”
“Good God, I know what it’s for. If anyone ever finds that book, they’ll crack that damn code in a heartbeat.”
He changed the angle of his thrust, moving side to side, rubbing her inner channel with his sexy, dancing movements, so deliciously she groaned.
“Can we stop talking now?” he asked, his voice tight again.
“Sure. After.”
“After what?”
“After I tell you I love you, and you better not stop.” To emphasize how serious she was, she raked her nails down his back. “Don’t stop.”
“Should I be gentler?” he gasped.
“No. We’re good. Looked it up on Google.”
“So long as Google said it was okay,” he muttered, then began moving with more force, which skipped his desk across the floor.
Thank God for carpet. Otherwise, the whole fire station would know they were going at it like bunnies. Again.
Pleasure rose in a wave, so swiftly she was afraid of the undertow. When they both rested against each other, panting, she began to giggle.
“What’s so damn funny?”
“Just thinkin’.”
He came up on braced arms and stared at her mouth, her eyes, and then his gaze trailed southward as it tended to do whenever her breasts were uncovered.
That was okay with her. She knew he respected her. Really loved her. He’d listened and learned, and finally given her what she’d needed. His undivided attention. Not
something she needed all the time, just now and then. Their lives were already busy, and about to go into overdrive.
His kisses followed his gaze, and soon he was nibbling on her breasts, really paying attention to her gasps and shudders, ready to adjust to the changes in her body and their lives.
She was happier than she’d ever been. Shiny and clean. Renewed. Not the old engine at all, but a brand new version of herself. Feeling Blake nibble his way down her belly, she chuckled softly to herself. Yeah, once her vagina had recovered from childbirth, she’d have to insist on another sort of wet down.
A sharper nip made her jerk, then she squirmed as thick fingers entered.
“So wet. I love how wet you always are for me,” he whispered.
Theirs was the forever kind of miracle. She knew it. And as he nibbled and played, she told him so. Loudly.
She smiled, remembering how he’d looked at her across the football field, all those years ago. The steady promise in his eyes. So he’d had to kidnap her a time or two to convince her they were meant to be. So she’d had to change the lock to remind him that their marriage was worth fighting for. In the end, it all came down to one precious truth—love was its own sweet reward.
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TWO TO SPARK
by Marie Harte
Copyright © 2014 by Marie Harte
All Rights Reserved.
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TWO TO SPARK
It only takes a spark to flame
When a psychic predicts that a faulty toaster, a black cat, and the wrong address will bring Cooper together with Ms. Right, he shrugs off the notion as crazy. But before long, fate has something else in store for the sexy firefighter when a spark of attraction ignites into true love.
A prank in high school turned Josie Young into persona non grata with the Talbot quadruplets. Cooper Talbot, the one boy she had a huge crush on, was the accidental victim of her joke. Years later, when Cooper’s brother pulls her over for speeding, she realizes the Talbots have yet to forgive her. This wouldn’t be a problem if she could stop imagining Cooper as her dream man. None of her other dates ever measured up to who she wanted him to be. Sadly, her birthday rolls around. Another year, another dateless night, rinse and repeat.
Firefighter Cooper Talbot doesn’t believe in fate or coincidence. But when he trips into Josie Young, of all people, and over a black cat, he’s having second thoughts. Then there’s another fire he’s got to put out when the sparks between him and Josie flare to life. A sure sign he’s losing it, because Cooper’s not ready for commitment. But he can’t help feeling something more for sweet, sexy Josie. The signs all point to her being The One, but Cooper wants to make his own destiny. When he makes a mistake that might be end them before they truly begin, he can only hope fate—and Josie—will give him another chance.
Chapter One
Pryor, Pennsylvania
“There’s nothing you can do. Your destiny is written.”
Cooper Talbot pinched the bridge of his nose and counted to ten. Slowly. “Hannah, do you or do you not have an emergency?” He stood in the entryway of his sister’s house, looking around and sniffing for any sign of gas or smoke.
A black cat slunk by him, its tail crooked in contentment as it watched an all too familiar scene—Coop being manipulated by his tricky older sister.
Fortunately, he’d taken this call on his way back from lunch with his buddy Max, so his brother Jaden wasn’t witness to Coop’s weakness. Granted, Coop and Max hadn’t suited up to combat a fire, but just showing up at all proved what a sucker he was for believing anything his wacky sister said.
Hannah lifted the back of her hand to her forehead and let out a loud sigh. Next to him, Max tried to stifle a chuckle. And failed.
“Not a word,” Coop growled.
“But she’s so good at it. And man, she’s hot.” While Max wiggled his brows and flirted with Hannah, Coop watched Mephisto, her cat, jump onto the kitchen table and wobble when it rocked. He made a note to get his brothers to stop by and fix up the rickety thing—the spot where, in her spare time, she supposedly held séances, tarot card readings and other bullshit sessions for the poor saps who believed in that nonsense.
“Hannah, cut the crap already. Seriously? You’re still playing at being psychic? Honey, we come from a long line of firefighters and artists, not hippie spirit guides. You ain’t the Long Island Medium, and this ain’t Jersey.” He snorted, and even Max laughed in agreement.
“Mark my words, boy,” she shrieked in a voice loud enough to rival a banshee. “You’ll find your fate at…” she paused, no doubt trying to come up with something mystical-sounding. Her gaze flashed around her place, and Coop crossed his arms and waited. “…the wrong address.”
“Interesting. What else can you tell us?” Max just had to prod.
She winked at him. “A black cat will help you along.”
“Convenient Mephisto happens to be black,” Coop muttered and glared at the cat winding around his sister’s legs.
Unfortunately, she continued, “And something else, something I can’t see clearly now, will seal your—”
“Doom?” Max interrupted with glee.
“Future,” she corrected. Then she walked over to Max and grabbed him by the arm. “My, you look bigger today than you did a few weeks ago. You’re really bulking up, sweetie.”
Coop groaned. “Quit flirting with Max. We have to get back to work.”
Max stared at Hannah a little too intently for Coop’s peace of mind and smiled. “Actually, we’re not in a rush. We just grabbed lunch, and as soon as we get back we’ll be washing the engine. A few more minutes won’t kill us, Coop.”
Truth be told, Coop wasn’t in a hurry to return either. But he didn’t feel like dealing with any more of Hannah’s nonsense. Plus, his brothers had a made a point of telling him that if he wanted Hannah to stop taking advantage of him, he needed to put his foot down with her.
Then she turned her laughing gray eyes on him, and he caved. As usual. “Hell. Give us a few cookies and we could stay a little longer, I guess.”
She clapped, like a friggin’ two year old, and fetched them a plate of triple chip cookies—Max’s favorite. Go figure.
He and his brothers were going to have to have a talk with Max before long. Hannah might be female, flirty, and—from what the guys at the station said—sexy. But she was off
limits. Period. Just the thought of his sister even thinking about a guy in a romantic way gave him the heebie-jeebies.
“So why do you think Coop won’t commit?” Max asked Hannah as he finished one cookie and started on another. “It’s a popular topic down at the firehouse.”
“It is not,” Coop snapped.
Max talked over him. “Man, these cookies are amazing, but now I’m thirsty. Can I get something to drink, sexy?”
“Anything for you, baby.”
Coop groaned. “Stop. My ears are bleeding.”
Hannah ignored him. “I’m not sure why little brother runs scared. It’s not for lack of interest.” Hannah studied him, and he did his best not to squirm. Man, he hated when she called him her little brother. Especially because of all his siblings, he truly was the youngest. By minutes, but still.
“He fills out the uniform well,” she said. “Heck, all of you do.” Coop and Max worked at the same fire station on the same crew, along with Jaden, Coop’s brother. His brother Ben also worked at the station but on another engine, with Harrison being the freak cop in a family of firefighters.
They liked to tease that everyone loved a fireman, but no one loved a cop. His dad got a big kick out of that one too, because he’d been the sole firefighter among his brothers, who’d gone the police route. Nothing like a man in uniform, his mother liked to tease, trying to placate all her boys. Yeah, right.
“I get plenty of interest,” Coop agreed as Hannah moved to the fridge to grab Max an ice-cold glass of milk. “Especially with guns like these.” He flexed and smirked at Max, who frowned back at him. The bastard was jealous Coop could lift more and had just that morning. “I’m too busy with work to—”
“Not too busy last week to hook up with Shelly,” Max said under his breath.
“Oh please. Like you should talk—” He stopped himself as Hannah raised a brow at him. Damn girl had ears like a bat.