Two Firefighters Next Door: A Bad Boy MFM Romance

by Jay S. Wilder

  Soon, a building moan escaped her as he brought her to the edge, pushing… pushing… pushing…

  “Oh God…yes…”

  Her body shuddered on this grand thrust he performed. His face contorted, the vein at his neck popped, and his crystal eyes clouded dark with concentrated lust. Nick grabbed her back and held her against him while she shook through her climax. Wave after wave of orgasmic tide crashed against her until she was spent and went weak in his arms.

  His eyes closed and he threw his head back letting his own pulsating pinnacle rage out of him. One more thrust and a release of all the air in his chest and he, too, nearly collapsed from the effort.

  “Holy shit,” he said right away.

  “You can say that again.”

  He lifted his head. “Holy shit.”

  Before she knew it, though, Nick released her and withdrew his cock. Turning from her, he jerked it off and dispensed of the cum-filled condom in the bathroom toilet. He reached around her to some paper towels, handing some to her, as well.

  What a gentleman.

  It was over way too quickly, but the force of their joining had rocked her unlike anything before. She knew they couldn’t exactly roll up and cuddle, so she tried not to make a big deal out of how he was now wiping off his dick as if trying to rid himself of the memory.

  “We need to get out of here,” he instructed.

  She needed time to put herself back together—if that were even possible—and not to review, dissect, and critique everything that had just happened. It was straight up hungry sex. Primal. Pure. Animalistic. Natural. Satisfying. They both got what they needed. That was what counted. She didn’t need a kiss or a profession of love, devotion, or even a first date.

  He slid his clothes back on and then ran his hands through his hair, setting it back. Then, he pulled something out of the toilet paper holder. Something he’d apparently placed in there.

  “Here, take this.”

  “What is it?” she asked and then answered her own question when she peered down. It was the air sick bag he’d brought with him.

  “I’ll leave first and then you can. Just grip the bag like you’ve been taking care of business in here. After all, you are an engaged, pregnant woman, right?” He finished with a wink.

  Nicole laughed and bobbed her head. “Brilliant. Answers any questions for those who might wonder why we were in here so long.”

  “Exactly,” he said, handing over her clothes. “The loyal fiancé taking care of his family.”

  “What a guy,” she teased.

  What a guy, indeed.

  Too bad they’d never do this again. Damn shame.

  Nick went to shift the lock to open the door, but stopped himself.

  He looked back at her and leaned into her. He layered a soft, tender kiss on her lips, sipping and sampling and then deepening it for a moment before pulling away and pressing his forehead to hers.

  She nearly stopped breathing at the tenderness. “Thanks,” she whispered.

  He straightened and then, before slipping out of the bathroom, he tossed back at her, “Welcome to the club.”

  Nick

  Fuck.

  That felt great.

  Now, they were finished. He was out of her and had his jeans pulled back on. Sure, he’d helped her down from the counter and handed her clothes to her, but he needed to get away. At least, as far as he could get in the situation.

  He had to separate himself from her before he wasn’t able to do so.

  She was about three inches from really getting in. Nick Taylor didn’t let people in, though.

  He was a bad-ass mother fucker who could kill someone with a well-placed sharp pencil to the throat if needed. He wasn’t a friend or a lover. He certainly wasn’t relationship material.

  And, no matter how good it felt burying his cock deep within her or how amazing she smelled or how he had to bite his teeth from coming the moment he touched her… he had to refocus on his duty. His job. His surveillance.

  Trying to be chivalrous, he’d offered Nicole a classy explanation in case anyone asked about their activities in the bathroom, if it was even noticed. He’d also read that tip in the article he read about the Mile High Club. It impressed Nicole for sure.

  Getting attached was the last thing he needed.

  It wasn’t right.

  It wasn’t smart.

  It never did anyone any good.

  He pressed open the restroom door, and was a little surprised. No one was waiting to use it. No flight attendants or passengers were hanging around waiting to get all judgy about his extracurricular activities with his mark-with-benefits. Depending on the airline, they could have actually gotten into big trouble with an indecent exposure charge which carried a maximum penalty of twenty years in jail if they’d been caught. In the heat of the moment and in the blood fever which had overtaken his better judgment, he hadn’t cared.

  All he wanted was her.

  To kiss her.

  To feel her.

  To be inside her.

  To fuck her brains out.

  What in holy hell was I thinking?

  Nick made his way back to their seats and sat down hard with a huge huff. He fingered his hair again, but all he could concentrate on was her smell still all over him, penetrating all his sense.

  He took full responsibility for what happened just now. Sure, she’d wanted it, invited it, and enjoyed it, but he could have been stronger. He could have said no, said he was married, said he was gay… hell, anything! He shouldn’t have gotten too intimate with his mark.

  You’re losing your touch, Taylor, he chastised himself.

  She’d be here in a moment, though, and now that he knew exactly where she was hiding that USB drive, he had to take action. No more Mr. Nice Guy. No more games or bantering. No more fucking around. He had a job to do. Not a woman to do.

  He figured he had a few minutes until Nicole emerged from the bathroom, so he went into action. He stood and retrieved something from his bag he’d stowed overhead. He took her water bottle that sat half-drunk between them and tapped a small portion of a sedative into her drink. Nothing major, but enough to make her sleep the rest of the flight.

  As he shook up the bottle to make sure the sedative mixed in well, he loathed himself for what she’d think of him once she woke up. It was a total dick move, but that was what he was paid to do. Of course, he’d never have sex with his mark, so this one stung even more.

  He hadn’t meant to do that, but the stress of the last several months got the best of him. Drug dealers, human traffickers, beginning terrorist cells… real shitty blights on society that made him nauseated even being around them. That had been a factor, as well as talking to Nicole about their similar situations, backgrounds, and likes. She was sexy as hell, smart, and funny. Damn funny. He wasn’t simply attracted to her smoking body—although he greatly appreciated the fine shape she was in—rather, he was also drawn to her as a person. That hadn’t happened to him in a long time.

  So, he’d drug her, take her things, and be done with it. That would be that. The Company could report back to their client. The information on the USB drive could go to whomever, he didn’t care. Not his problem. She’d hate him forever, and he could go on to his next assignment in Eastern Europe, Asia, or wherever. Did it really matter?

  Nicole literally bounced out of the bathroom and down the aisle to their seat. She’d done a nice job putting herself back together although he could see the rosy passion still flamed in her cheeks and her hair was a bit of a disarray from his fingers.

  Oh man… that hair…

  He let out a sigh, making sure it was the last one.

  He had a duty to fulfill.

  “Hey,” she said quite cheerfully. “How are you?”

  He scooted his legs out of the way to let her pass. “Just dandy, and you?” he said a bit sarcastically.

  She smacked his arm playfully when she sat down. “Don’t be like that.”

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sp; He smiled as nonchalantly as he could. “I’m great. That was… fun. Thanks.”

  She shrugged her shoulders. “No problem. My pleasure. I mean, seriously… my pleasure.”

  Nick signaled to Gloria as she made her way through the first class cabin. “There are my soon-to-be parents. Everyone feeling better now?”

  Nicole patted her stomach and said, “May I have that yummy food now? We’re hungry.”

  Gloria smiled and said, “Of course, you may, my dear. I also have some ice cream I’ll bring you with your meal. It’ll be perfect.”

  Like a little kid herself, Nicole bounced up and down. Nick had certainly needed a release from his own built-up tension, but Nicole had needed it just as much. It was as if a fifty-pound anvil had been lifted off her shoulders and she could finally relax into the seat for the rest of the flight.

  Little did she know how much she’d actually be relaxing.

  She took him off guard when she kissed him on the cheek.

  “What was that for?” he asked.

  “Take your pick. For everything basically.”

  “Back at you.”

  Gloria brought the food and set it in front of Nicole. There was a huge helping of lasagna, a buttered roll, a side salad, and that promised ice cream. Nick snickered at her going for the dessert first before diving into the rest of it. She ate as though it was the first meal she’d had in a week, or like it might be her last. And then, she magically reached for her bottle of water and chugged it down in six quick gulps.

  “Damn, that was good,” she said, spreading her napkin over everything. “I haven’t eaten like that in forever. It’s mostly been frozen dinners or late night takeout.”

  “You needed it, then,” he answered. “Glad to be of service.”

  “Well, I’m eating for two, you know?” she said cheekily with a wink.

  Nick forced himself not to laugh. He needed to stay distant, away, guarded.

  “I guess the joke’s over,” Nicole noted.

  He didn’t want her angry with him right now, so he kept playing along. Not that it was hard at all. In an alternate universe, he’d probably be down on one knee with a goddamned proposal for her after the incredible sex. Some of the best he’d ever had. Marriage wasn’t going to happen. Far from it. Not when he still had a job to do and orders to carry out.

  “Sorry, you wore me out,” he said, rolling his head back.

  “Ditto.” She stifled a yawn and Nick knew the sedative was working its magic. She slumped down in her seat and looked over at him. “I need to know how to get in touch with you when I get back,” she said.

  “What do you mean?” he asked.

  “If you’re that good in a tiny bathroom, I can only imagine what you can do in a king-sized bed. Hand over your info so I can call you and we can get together when you’re back in San Fran.”

  He could see she was fading fast. “Sure. When we land, I’ll put it in your phone, and you can add yours to mine.”

  “Good. I don’t know when I’ll be back here, Nick, but it’ll be cool to hook up again if I do?” She blinked slowly, and before he could complete a ten-count in his head, she was sound asleep.

  He propped her up in the seat and set the pillows and blankets around her.

  Gloria came to retrieve the plates and put her finger over her mouth to show she was quiet. Nick smiled and stowed Nicole’s tray table. He made sure her seatbelt was securely fastened for when they finally began their descent into New York.

  He brushed back the loose strands of her hair from her forehead and planted a soft kiss there.

  “I’d enjoy seeing you again, too, but not in this life, Nic. We can’t. We had our moment.”

  Nick

  “Ladies and gentlemen, we’ll be touching down shortly in New York. Please bring your seatbacks upright and stow your tray table and any items you may have brought on board.

  Nick had already made sure he had all of Nicole’s things – her purse, her bag, and her suitcase. Since he was in the very front of the plane, he could exit off with all of it immediately and fade into the crowded airport and off.

  He’d watched Nicole sleep the rest of the way. He’d considered not going through with his plan to take her stuff and ditch her. However, she’d gotten herself in way over her head. She was smart, he could tell, but she had a lot to learn. She had told him way too much about herself, her life, her job, everything. Then, she’d let her guard down and let him take her in the bathroom. Worst of all, she fell asleep and let him take everything she had.

  Three drinks and one good fuck, and it was mission accomplished.

  If she had any Terratech data on her, he had it now. And, because he had her passport and ID, she was now stuck in the US. As much as she wanted to escape, she was shit out of luck, and he was free and clear of his assignment. He’d turn the rest of her stuff into the nearest lost and found station so she could get it back. After he was through, though. It wasn’t like he was stealing it or anything. He was merely borrowing it to protect her against herself and to keep his client happy.

  At least, it sounded good in his head.

  He’d thought this assignment would have been more of a challenge. Now, all he had to do was turn over the data, walk away, and never see her again. He hoped it was that simple. In his opinion, he had mitigated the threat, so the Company shouldn’t take the extra step of ordering him to get rid of her. That would be a shame.

  He shook his head and cursed.

  This was the first time he actually hoped he wouldn’t receive those orders.

  Dammit.

  One good fuck, and now he was way off his game.

  They’ll probably ask me to kill her, but I’m almost sure I can’t.

  Now that I’ve had a taste, she’s mine.

  He wasn’t supposed to care. Compassion was dangerous in this business. Yet, here he was, thinking he could tie this up with a bow without having to kill her like he did so many others. But, Nicole Hunt wasn’t a criminal or a murderer. She was just a young girl trying to get by, do a good job, and have a life.

  Stop thinking about her.

  The Company didn’t pay him to care, or to think, for that matter. He got his orders, and whatever they were, he made shit happen.

  End of story.

  Maybe in another life, they could have had more than just a moment on a plane, but in this one, the best thing for him to do was make sure she didn’t get on that plane to London and then disappear from her life. He’d never met someone who was so experienced and so innocent at the same time, so savvy, yet naive. That was Nicole to a tee.

  He glanced at her, then let his eyes shift to look and out the window. They were about to land, with the ground closing in fast. Before he knew it, the rumbling bump of the big jet kissing the tarmac jostled him back and forth. He expected Nicole to wake up, but she slept fully through the landing. He impatiently tapped his foot while the plane crawls to the gate. Finally, he heard the aircraft door open, and he knew it was time to split. Before Nicole, before anyone else, and certainly before Gloria, the flight attendant, realized the nice fiancé left his lady all alone and passed out.

  Nick didn’t wait for anyone else to begin to disembark. He grabbed her things with his and stepped right out of the plane first, moving swiftly up the walkway. He kept his head down and his focus intact.

  Inside the terminal, Nick ducked into the men’s room, into another handicapped stall, and plundered through her things. He withdrew her wallet and passport and tucked them away. He also dug through her other bag for anything else, other clues, more drives or discs or what have you. There was nothing else from what he could tell, so he dumped the contents in the restroom trash can, and took the empty bag to another stall, rolled it up, and then slid it behind the toilet tank before returning to the terminal.

  A text came in acknowledging he had landed. Yes, his every move was always tracked. That was how it was. The Company didn’t just mess around with ordinary tracking or GPS. They kne
w all.

  Another text followed reading: Data and intel handoff. Gate 12. New York Rangers hat and a leather jacket.

  So, that’s what Nick would be doing. Hand over Nicole’s passport, the USB, and then he could get out of here. He wondered if he’d have any down time to go to his cabin, but he was sure to have a brand new assignment come at him immediately. Besides, for all The Company knew and was able to find out about everything, ironically, they knew nothing of his New York property. He’d love to take a few days off to himself and flush the memory of Nicole out of his mind.

  He hated that the rendezvous point was so close to where his flight had landed. He wanted to put as much distance between him and Nicole as possible. He certainly couldn’t afford to bump into her now. He needed to make the exchange and disappear before she got off the plane in a pissed off rage over him being nowhere around and her stuff being gone, as well.

  By now, she’d know he had conned her. She’d be looking for him, he was sure.

  Thankfully, he found the other operative waiting at the gate. He approached gate twelve, and sure enough, there was the man in the Rangers hat and leather jacket. The guy wasn’t a normal-looking hire of The Company. Something about him bothered Nick immediately. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but he figured he needed his own trump card just in case.

  Nick sat beside the man, and without looking, he let her ID and passport slip to the floor. The other guy leaned down and picked up both items. He put them in the pocket of his jeans and sat back again.

  A clean drop.

  “Anything else?” the man asked. “I was supposed to collect something more.”

  Nick took matters in his own hand. “Must have been bad intel. It wasn’t with the rest of her things. I went through everything. She must have it on her. Either that or she never had it in the first place. Or she found a way to hide it back in California.”

  Why he felt compelled to lie about the USB drive he had no freaking clue other than pure gut instinct. Maybe it was because he didn’t like the look of this guy. Probably, it was because he was subconsciously still trying to be a buffer for Nicole and anyone sent to do her harm.