Two Firefighters Next Door: A Bad Boy MFM Romance

by Jay S. Wilder

  He was mesmerized by every word that formed on her lips. He studied the way her mouth moved, how she spoke, smiled, emphasized what she said, and questioned almost everything. He was fascinated not only by her intelligence, but by her street smarts too, along with all the knowledge and experiences she’d racked up in her young age. He was also completely intrigued by her innocence, that smart mouth she had on her, and a more subtle thirst for life and adventure.

  “So, have you decided?” Nicole asked him.

  Hell yeah, I’ve decided.

  Except Nicole wasn’t a menu option.

  There was always dessert…

  “Umm, yeah. I'm going with the duck confit pot pie. It sounds too decadent to pass up.”

  “Speaking of decadent, I hope they have some killer desserts, too,” she wondered out loud.

  Nick speculated about what her skin tasted like the base of her neck, what her skin felt like at the back of her thighs…

  It was a good thing no one could read his mind or see his thoughts because the direction his fantasies were pointing would definitely get him in trouble right now. His cock strained against the fabric of his jeans, adding to his urge to do something about it. That need was unlike anything he’d experienced that he could remember.

  She’s my mark…

  He was at a crossroad and didn’t know which way to turn. His head said one thing, but his body did another.

  Nick

  Nick was starting to reconsider whether it was smart to get this close to her. Maybe he should have let her ride in coach and simply monitored her from afar.

  “Here you go,” the flight attendant said, refilling their drinks.

  Nick took the cold beer and gripped it hard in his hand, hoping the temperature of it would chill off his erection.

  Nicole held up her amber-colored drink in a mock toast toward Nick. “You know, I'm pretty good after one or two drinks, but you get that third one in me, and I'm a different person,” she admitted.

  Fighting everything inside of him telling him not to look at her, not to smile, charm, or encourage, he couldn’t help tossing a smirk her way and saying, “Then I'll be sure to order you that fourth one.”

  Nicole laughed hard at his banter and reached over to place her hand on his arm. What he figured started as a friendly gesture quickly morphed into her stroking his forearm and admiring the strength and muscle beneath her fingertips. At least that was the message he got as she overtly caressed him.

  Son of a bitch! They’d only been airborne for about half an hour, yet he was ready to parachute deep within her. He was not going to make it much longer… let alone another five-plus hours.

  “Where’d these come from?” she asked squeakily.

  “What?”

  She pressed his bicep again. “These. Muscles.”

  He laughed softly. “I was born with them.”

  “Not these bad boys,” she said, circling her hand over his flesh.

  “Nicole…” he managed to hiss out through his teeth.

  Her eyes widened, she sobered up a bit from the intensity in his voice. Locked together at that time, she gazed unblinking, unyielding as her hand persisted in its stroke. God, he liked everything about her though and what she was stirring up within him. He wanted to tell her so.

  Swallowing the knot in his throat, he said, “Nicole, I—”

  “Okay now,” the flight attendant interrupted. Nick pulled away, and Nicole’s hand slid back to her side. “What can I get you for lunch?”

  They both relayed their choice of lunch and then sat in silence, almost afraid of each other and their feelings.

  Nick was about to speak when Nicole stated, “You never did tell me what it is you do now, Nick.”

  “Didn't I?”

  “I would've remembered… I have a pretty good memory. It’s a thing, just so you know. If you had told me, I would remember. Trust me, it’s one reason I enjoy coding. This noggin can pull thousands of lines of code from my head long after I’ve seen it, and it’ll know where something went wrong.” She sipped the whiskey again, and he could tell the alcohol was starting to relax her again. The problem was it only made her sexier and cuter which spelled trouble for him.

  Stay as close to the truth as possible. “I told you, I was an Army Ranger.”

  “I know that. Obviously, you're not still working for that company,” she said. “If you were, you would have some sort of military duffel with you even if you were in civilian clothes. So what is it you do now, Soldier Boy?”

  Nick scratched his chin with his hand and had to laugh at her forwardness. “Well, to tell you the truth, I recently separated with an honorable discharge. I'm figuring out what I want to do next with my life.”

  That wasn't total bullshit at all. He hadn’t been out of the service very long before being recruited into the job with The Company, although it wasn't exactly something he could chat about in mixed company or at cocktail parties. And, certainly not with the mark he was being paid to tail.

  His response calmed her down somewhat. She pushed back in her seat and pressed her head into the cushion, enjoying the feel of the leather. “I envy you,” she said. “I mean, don't get me wrong, I haven't been out of school long, and I did get to travel and do a pretty cool job in China before I settled in my position in San Francisco. It’s contract work, though. Not full time forever. I’m not sure I can make the full commitment to one thing to do forever and ever, you know? I'd love to see the world. Not the places you’re supposed to go to like Disney and London and things like that. I want adventure. I want to climb Machu Picchu and dive with the manta rays in Bali.” She gazed out the window looking out into the horizon.

  He wanted to give her all those things. And, he wanted to do them with her.

  Nick wondered how much of that big blue sky before her she’d actually experienced. He was four years older than her, and on top of that, had his years of experience in the military on her. He’d been to so many places in the name of the American government that he almost didn't even remember where he'd gone. Deserts. Mountains. Small towns. Industrial cities. Deep waters, shallow rivers, dusty caves, and hidden hideaways. Never once had he described any of his travels with the wonderment she showed in her eyes.

  He soaked up every detail of her face while imagining her doing the things she dreamed of, memorizing the creaminess of her skin, the way her hair fell around her face, and the long black lashes that framed her large, alluring eyes.

  “So, that's why you're on your way to New York? Beginning those adventures? Climb to the top of Lady Liberty or feel the mist of Niagara Falls?”

  “No, not really.” Nicole hesitated and continued to stare out the window. He could barely hear her when she told him, “It’s sort of a family emergency.”

  It was his turn to seem sympathetic although he knew she was lying through her teeth. But, in a way, wasn’t it? She’d felt threatened, in danger, and in need of help, so she contacted her dad and fled. Nick would have done the same thing had he been in her shoes.

  “I'm really sorry to hear that. Is there anything I can help with?”

  Nicole shook her head and took another short sip from her whiskey. “It's something that just… sort of… came up. I didn’t have any control over it and have to manage the best I can.”

  She was doing that.

  “I understand. I know how things like that are.”

  She asked, “Yeah? What sends you all the way across the country to the East Coast and the Big Apple?”

  Nick leaned against the console, closer to Nicole, and lowered his voice to what he hoped was a husky whisper. “You see, what I really like to do is hang out at the airport, crashing into gorgeous women, stalking them through the airport until I see what flight they're getting on. Then I buy two first-class tickets and arrange for said gorgeous woman of the hour to sit next to me.”

  For the moment, he thought Nicole might reach for the ceiling mask to jumpstart her breathing. Maybe he shouldn't ha
ve chosen those exact words, but he did want to see her reaction. He wanted to know if she had seen him in the airport besides when they bumped into each other. Did she know he was on to her? Was she aware of being watched? Had she made him? He’d admit it, she was pretty slick, and he didn't want to fuck anything up.

  She finally dropped her mouth open. “What?”

  He winked at her. “I'm totally kidding.”

  Nicole laughed nervously, but she quickly started to unwind again. Her original genuine reaction told him that she did believe he was simply a random stranger, and it was just coincidence that they were sitting together. Because she barely batted an eyelash on the upgrade to first class.

  Seeing how she wanted an actual answer, he finally said, “Actually, my foster parents have some property north of the city, so I'm going to check on it for them and make sure everything is okay.”

  That wasn't exactly the full truth, but it sounded good. There was enough accuracy in it that he didn’t feel bad saying it to her. There was a small, remote property where he kept provisions, ammunition, phones, money, and any sort of identification he might need, all stashed in the privacy of this residence his foster parents gave him. It was a safe haven base for him in that if he ever found himself in trouble or in need, he could go there and hunker down a couple of days while he regrouped and restocked.

  “That sounds lovely,” Nicole said with a dreamy look on her face.

  Nick studied her again. This time, he saw a weary, nervous young woman who was on the run and unsure what would happen to her next. A sudden, unfamiliar urge rose up in his chest. To pull her close and protect her.

  “This’ll be a long flight,” he said. “You should really relax. Try to get some sleep. I'll let you know when lunch arrives.”

  Through her heavy lids, she let out a contented moan. “Heavenly,” she said. “I can't tell you when I had my last good sleep.”

  “It sounds like you definitely need it.”

  She pulled her legs up into the large cushiony chair and tucked her feet underneath her. Nick tugged out the complimentary blanket and spread it over her the best he could. He also took the pillow in his seat and fluffed it up for her to use. Once she settled in, it wasn’t long before an aura of true peace overcame her and soon her breathing was deep and shallow. Then a light snore came from her.

  After waiting five minutes, Nick stretched his leg and hooked it on the handle of her bag. He pulled it toward, him, leaned down and grabbed it off the floor. He prayed like hell she wouldn’t wake up. If she did, he had absolutely no way to explain this.

  Nicole

  She was floating. Somewhere warm and safe.

  Sunshine filled her senses, and she breathed the salt air into her lungs.

  Off in the distance, the whistle and chirp of a bird blended in with the whispering sea breeze. She didn’t feel the sand between her toes because she was drifting above it, over the churning tide, and over into a private bungalow with white, billowy curtains, thick pillows, and … him.

  She moved into his open arms. Her eyes closed, yet she could still feel the heat of his intense blue-eyed stare through her eyelids. She pushed the swag aside with a gentle sweep of her hand. Crawling on her knees, she crept into the cushions that held him, nestled in nakedness, tanned, muscled, and spattered slightly with ashen hair.

  She rested her head in his lap and took a deep breath as his fingers combed through the wind-styled tresses. A sigh escaped her lips, only in true pleasure and no frustration.

  Even though she didn’t see him clearly, she felt him, sturdy, strong, and manly beneath her. He touched her thigh and ran a finger all the way up the inside of her leg, begging for approval at the line of her bikini bottom. She bit her lower lip and held her breath. She so wanted to open her eyes and see who was making her horny, wiggling about and needing a release, but she couldn’t lift her eyes, no matter how hard she tried. She was so exhausted, spent, and tired from her toils and journey. His masterful touch was the soothing salve and medication for her ailment like nothing ever.

  His hand continued to tease the softness of her upper thigh, teasing at the side of the bikini straps that held the scrap of material together on her. She gasped and nearly bucked up when his other hand slid up her stomach and cupped her breast. Deft fingers squeezed gently, only on the very tip of her nipple, pinging her with pleasure that traveled all the way down to her aching clit.

  Nicole had never felt this way ever before, not from a single touch. From one tiny flick at her ever-so-sensitive nipple. Her heart pounded away, racing a hundred miles an hour. She bit her lower lip and slowly spread her legs, giving him instant approval to take her. Here. There. Anywhere. Everywhere. All of her.

  His finger delved into her, moving up, up, up…

  Nicole was already dripping wet. She almost jerked back out of reflex when his first finger was joined by a second inside her throbbing pussy. Her mouth opened and she grabbed his strong arms, pulling him down her body even while he pleasured her on the way down.

  She whispered two words into his ears… “Taste. Me.”

  Although he chuckled, he didn’t object. His head bowed between her legs which were trembling both in a mélange of fear and anticipation all at the same time. His teeth nipped at the top of her thigh, and then they moved her dampened bikini panty to the side. He blew his warm breath over her just-been-waxed pussy causing her insides to melt, tighten, and cry out in need. She felt a shot of passion ringing from her clit all the way to her spine, leaving her breathless and damn near to the point of passing out.

  As his mouth moved over her, they rocked back and forth, bouncing on the cushions and…

  Bouncing…

  A jolt of awareness.

  Was someone tugging on her?

  Knocking her away from him?

  The surprised movement shook her away from him, away from his—

  “—experiencing some unexpected turbulence. The captain has turned on the seatbelt sign for your safety. Please return to your seat and fasten your seat belt…”

  Nicole shot up, completely discombobulated and no clue where she was for a sec.

  “Are you okay?” a man asked near her.

  That voice.

  That same low, sexy voice from her… what was it? A dream? A fantasy? A vision?

  “Nicole?” he pressed.

  She blinked hard and sat up, knocking the pillow and blanket she’d been using to the floor. Oh, now she remembered. Flight. New York. Upgrade to first. Hunky, hot man. Chivas. And, way too much of it for that matter.

  Lifting her head, she remembered him immediately. Not like the man she’d met at the airport or the one who she’d been sitting with, but the same powerful presence, deadly eyes, and masterful touch that had hand fucked her in her dream.

  It couldn’t be a dream. It was so real.

  She touched her hand to her lips as if to recall the memory of his lips on hers. Her mouth actually tingled from his whiskers, or, at least, she felt like they did. It couldn’t be, though. First of all, she couldn’t have slept through something that erotic and personal. Second, they were on a plane, in public, and people certainly would have seen him go down on her. Too bad because her jeans rubbed uncomfortably against her crotch now, hot, wet, and primed for action with no way to get a release.

  Dammit… disappointment coated her with the realization it was all a fantasy induced by stress, exhaustion, altitude, and Scottish whiskey.

  And, there was nothing she could do about it.

  Or was there?

  “You all right?” Nick asked her quietly.

  “Hey. Yeah. Wow, how long was I out?” she asked, trying out her voice.

  “About forty minutes.”

  Her eyes popped open now. “I missed the food, didn’t I?”

  Nick reached up and pressed the attendant button. Soon enough, the nice woman appeared.

  “There you are. Welcome back, Sleeping Beauty. Usually, if anyone misses our food service, there’
s nothing we can do about it, but your fiancé here told me about your medical condition, so I can make an exception for you. I’ll be right back with your food, sweetie.”

  Nicole glanced first at Nick and then the flight attendant as she rushed away. Then, back to him, she asked, “Fiancé?”

  “I couldn’t tell her I was a complete stranger.”

  Nicole thought it over and nodded. “I suppose. And, what medical condition would she be referring to that would rate such special service?”

  Slanting toward him, she watched an evil grin cross his face. “I told her you were pregnant.”

  “What? Get the fuck out of here,” Nicole spewed out, almost choking.

  He wagged his eyebrows and gave her a smile. “I scored you a plate of lasagna, at least.”

  She furrowed her brows. “That’s all? Being fake pregnant should get me stellar treatment.”

  He shrugged. “It’s first class, but then again, we’re here, so…there’s that.”

  “Still…”

  She scrunched up her nose for a moment, but then laughed. “You’re quick on your feet. Something they taught you in Ranger school?”

  “I’m a natural,” he said.

  “Oh, I get it. A natural born bullshit artist.”

  He bowed his head in her direction. “In the flesh.”

  She lowered her eyes and let out a gust of breath. “It’s a damn good looking piece of flesh,” she mumbled under her breath.

  At first, her heart nearly stopped after the words came out. She was never that forward. But she’d let the words escape her thoughts and roller coaster off her tongue and out of her mouth. And by that sideways glance he gave her, he must have heard it. Yet he didn’t laugh it off or anything. His eyes darkened with what she could only interpret as…maybe intrigue.

  “You’re not too bad yourself,” he finally said.

  With her heart drumming in her chest and extra freedom on her lips, she whispered, “I have a tendency to be a very bad girl… with pretty naughty thoughts.”