March Heat: A Firefighter Enemies to Lovers Romance

by Chase Jackson

  He ripped his mouth away from mine to gasp for every breath. My smoking flesh closed around his shaft in a tight, hard fist so he could barely stroke it in and out. Every slithering movement sent wave upon wave of rippling pleasure sweeping through me.

  He plastered his lips against my ear, and his raspy voice worked me into a fevered torment. “Oh, yeah, baby. Oh, fuck, yeah.”

  He gravelly voice sounded so good. His cock felt so damn hot working into me. I knew it would be like this. I knew I would rise into clouds of glory on that blistering hard cock.

  I panted for air against his temple. Oh, please. Oh, please. I didn’t have to pray for it, though. He always took me to the outer limits with his masterful stroking thrusts. He plowed in deep to my very limit. He milked my juices along his distended veins.

  Oh, please. Oh, please. I needed it so bad. He knew how bad I needed it, and he set out to give it to me. He gave me every inch of his wicked cock. So good. So, fucking good. I couldn’t take it anymore. He filled me so full I could explode apart. He lifted me higher with every penetrating intrusion until I screamed once against his hair.

  Like lightning, he covered my mouth with his lips. He sucked the screaming intoxication from my lungs so I wouldn’t raise the whole house with my shrieks. Once he got my mouth covered, he pounded in harder than ever. He shattered my clit with his thumping bones. He slammed in against my cervix with his twisting hot head. He excited all the delirious spots along my channel. I climaxed again and again and couldn’t stop climaxing.

  Oh, God, that was so good! It was better than anything I ever dreamed of, and here he was, still driving his cock to give me more. Oh, yes, give me more! Give me everything you’ve got, and I’ll take it.

  7

  Brady

  I set her feet on the floor, and she almost fell over. Her knees buckled. I caught her in my arms and supported her. She swayed and sighed against my chest, all floppy and vulnerable and sweet the way I remember. Her fruity aroma still clung to my clothes and hands. I would dream about her again tonight, only now I could dream about the real thing.

  I held her close until she raised her head and shook her golden hair out of her face. Her eyes still hovered at half-mast from the screaming orgasms she just had. Her skin glowed brighter than ever. I couldn’t get enough of a woman like her.

  I slipped my cock back into my pants and zipped up while she straightened her dress. She gathered her tits back into her bra and pushed her cleavage into place. She caught me gawking at her. She locked her drunken eyes on me and gave me a twisted grin.

  “Is that what you wanted to talk to me about?”

  I had to laugh. I shook my head and kissed her. “Come back to my place. Spend the night with me. You know you won’t regret it.”

  “Regret it?” She cocked an eyebrow and spread her dress down over her hips and thighs. “I already do.”

  “You do? What for? Didn’t you like it?”

  “Oh, I liked it. I liked it a lot. That’s why I regret it.”

  I started to ask why, but she moved toward the door. “I better go.”

  “You didn’t answer me. What do you say to coming back to my place?”

  “I’m not coming back to your place. No way.”

  “Why do you say it like that? You had a good time here. You could have a great time there.”

  She rounded on me. “Is that all you ever think about—having a great time?”

  “No. All I ever think about is you. I told you that, and it’s true. If you don’t come back to my place and spend the night with me, I’ll be thinking about you the whole time until you do. I’ll never leave you alone. Is that what you want?”

  She snorted. “You’ll never leave me alone either way.”

  I put my arms around her. “You’re right. I can’t get enough of you.”

  She pried herself loose. “You were fine without me for the past seven years. I think you can go back to that with no trouble.”

  I froze. “Why do you keep saying things like that? What’s bothering you?”

  “Nothing’s bothering me.” She picked up her coat. “Everything’s just fine.”

  ‘Everything’s just fine’ my fucking ass. Everything’s just fine as long as I don’t look at her or come near her, and now that we just did it in the coat closet, she was getting weird again. I couldn’t figure it out for the life of me.

  She popped the door lock to walk outside, but I held her back. “At least wait until I check the coast is clear. We don’t want anybody spotting us, especially not Charlie.”

  I went out first. When I saw the hall empty, I signaled her to come out after me. I would have put my arm around her and kissed her again right there, but I stopped when I saw Charlie coming the other way. “There you two are. Come on down to the living room. I need your help with this wedding.”

  “Don’t you have the whole thing planned out?” I asked.

  He shook his head. “We have a taste test with the caterer tomorrow at the venue. Mandy has to go to the dress shop, and we need some more opinions at this tasting. I have my tux fitting in the morning. Could you two go together?”

  She started to say something, but I jumped in first. “Sure. We’ll go. I’ll give Victoria a ride in my car.”

  She glared at me. “I can’t go. I have to go to the dress shop with Mandy.”

  “I already cleared it with Mandy,” Charlie replied. “She’s already got the other five bridesmaids going with her. Besides, this is just a fitting. You were already there when she picked out the dress.”

  “But…” Victoria started, but Charlie interrupted her.

  “Guys we really need people we trust at this tasting,” Charlie said. He looked straight at me. “Don’t make me pull the groomsmen card on you.”

  I laughed, but she pursed her lips. “I’ll do it for you,” I said.

  “Great.” Charlie pinched her arm and hurried away.

  Victoria bared her teeth at me. “You didn’t have to do that.”

  “I didn’t have to offer to help your brother? Now you’re not making any sense.”

  “You didn’t have to offer to take me in your car.”

  “What was I going to do—take you on the handlebars of my bike?”

  She took a step toward me and hissed through her teeth. “Don’t start making your stupid little jokes. You knew I wanted to go with Mandy, and I just said I didn’t want to see you again.”

  “You never said anything of the kind,” I shot back. “You said you didn’t want to spend the night with me at my place. If you really don’t want to see me again, you’ve got a strange way of showing it by fucking me in the closet back there. If you didn’t want to see me, all you had to do was say so.”

  “You knew I planned to go with Mandy tomorrow,” she spat. “Now you’ve ruined everything.”

  I stood my ground. “Oh, silly me. I thought I was helping your brother with something he needed to be done for the wedding.”

  “Will you knock that off?” she growled. “Stop being so all-fired helpful, and stop acting like you’re not doing this to get close to me because I know you are. You’re trying to get this thing started up again when I don’t want it to. There. I said it. Are you happy now?”

  I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “What is wrong with you, Victoria? Did I just imagine that we had the best sex of our lives in that room? Can you really blame me for trying to get this thing started up again? Why are you getting so nasty toward me all of a sudden?”

  She ran her hands through her hair. “Forget it. We’re not starting up again, and we’re not doing it again, and I’m not going to the tasting with you tomorrow. So, get that through your head.”

  She spun away and marched off down the hall. I didn’t try to follow her. My head still buzzed from exploding all over her in that closet. I couldn’t stop watching her ass jump right and left when she walked away. She was, without doubt, the sexiest, most mind-blowing woman I ever met. I could just imagine sliding
my hand up that dress and feeling the wetness in between her swollen lips. Mmm. Yes. I would lick her clean and make her cry out all over again.

  No matter what she said, I would never stop trying to get her in the sack again. I would do anything to have her again. I didn’t believe her, either. She wanted to do it again. For some reason, she didn’t want to want it, but when the chips came down, she would want to. She would give herself to me again. She would wrap herself around me and scream in my ear. She would pull my hair and bounce on my lap.

  Her eyes hovered before my mind. That erotic shine burned into my soul right before she collapsed into my embrace. Her fingernails raked up my back, and she sucked her breath between her teeth when I touched her.

  Christ, she was so smoking hot! My cock still twitched from the sensation of her muscles throbbing and pulsing down my shaft when she orgasmed all over me. Sweet Jesus, that woman could make me blow right now, just thinking about her.

  Charlie came back, and I snapped out of my daydream. I couldn’t let him know I just did his sister in the closet. He wanted my expert consultation on some other emergency detail of the wedding plans—like I ever got married before.

  I let him lead me back to the living room, and I never left it again. I didn’t go hunting Victoria. I already had her, and I would have her again in good time. I never knew if she was still in the house.

  I gave Charlie my undivided attention. I made jokes to entertain the other groomsmen, and I used all my business acumen to help him solve whatever logistical hiccups came up for the rest of the night. I made myself the best best friend a guy ever had. That was the least I owed him.

  8

  Victoria

  My eyes widened when the gleaming silver Porsche pulled up in front of my house with the top down, but I did my best to hide my surprise. I slid into the microscopic passenger seat and tugged my skirt down as far as it would go.

  I gave myself a mental jab for choosing a miniskirt for this trip. I should have known Brady would show up in a flashy little roadster like this and I’d be sitting next to him bare-legged all the way to the wedding venue.

  I happened to glance over to catch him staring at my legs. The color flashed over his cheeks. I tried to cover my legs with my hands, but of course, it did no good. His eyes crept up my thigh to my skirt hem, and just a little higher. I didn’t have to guess what he was thinking about.

  I smacked my lips and turned away. “Just drive, okay? Let’s not make this anymore unpleasant than it has to be.”

  “This? Unpleasant?” He threw the car into first gear. “Sitting next to you dressed like that could never be unpleasant, no matter what you say.”

  He roared onto the street and hit the highway. I crossed my arms over my chest and refused to look at him. Why did he have to go and volunteer for this tasting? I couldn’t believe I let myself fall for him again. Well, I wouldn’t let it happen again. I would get through this weekend without letting him anywhere near my skirt, and I never had to see him again as long as I lived.

  I couldn’t help admitting the truth, though. He offered to help Charlie. I couldn’t exactly argue with that. I could think of worse ways to spend a Saturday afternoon than driving down the freeway in this car, too. Where did he get the money to afford it?

  I really didn’t know anything about his life, but if this was the kind of car he drove, he must be doing pretty well for himself. I couldn’t stop myself glancing over at him. He didn’t notice. He kept both hands clenched around the steering wheel, and the wind tossed his hair into his eyes. He squinted into the sun while he dodged in and out of traffic.

  The car hugged the blacktop. Car and driver fused into one living, breathing driving machine. He must have driven this car a lot to get that good at it. In no time at all, he pulled up in front of the venue. He parked all the way at the back of the parking lot where no one would notice the car.

  He jumped out and pulled my door open before I got my seatbelt off. “After you, Madam.”

  I narrowed my eyes at him. “Don’t think you’re going to turn into my date. You gave me a ride to help out Charlie—nothing else.”

  His eyes skated down to my clothes. “Are you sure? You don’t want me to hustle you into the bushes right now and see what kind of panties you’re wearing under that skirt?”

  What could I say to a comment like that? He was out of his mind. I turned and walked away, but he hurried to catch up with me. “Let me escort you, Miss Victoria. It isn’t seemly for young ladies to arrive unattended at these functions.”

  “Shut up,” I snapped.

  He only laughed. Once inside, the crowd offered some protection. Everyone wanted to talk to him, and he held court with the best of them. Somehow, no matter where I went to get away from him, he always managed to reappear at my elbow.

  Waiters circulated with trays of food and glasses of champagne. The bubbly flowed, and I decided to drown my sorrows. If I couldn’t get away from him, at least I could enjoy myself. Charlie and Sam came over, and the three men started talking about the bachelor party.

  “We’re staying at a casino in Vegas,” Sam told Charlie. “That’s all you’re allowed to know.”

  “Well, shouldn’t I at least know what to wear?” Charlie asked.

  “Wear an old tin can,” Brady suggested. “That will be easy to take off in a hurry, and you won’t have to worry about keeping it clean.”

  “You have more to worry about keeping clean than he does,” I chimed in. “You’re the filthy one around here.”

  Charlie gasped. “Vic!”

  “I have a better idea,” Sam added. “Wear a necktie and nothing else. Then all the girls will be able to judge you by your assets.”

  “We could make you a necktie big enough to cover you,” Brady interjected. “We could tie a bowtie around your pecker, so everybody knows what they’re getting.”

  The guys laughed, but I couldn’t stand Brady’s jokes. I had to find a way to cut him down. “Why don’t you tie a bowtie around yours? Maybe you could sell it on eBay or something.”

  Charlie winced. “Don’t pay any attention to her, man. She’s probably had one too many.”

  Brady leered at me. “I’ll give her one too many. We’ll see how she likes that.”

  “And I’ll give you one too many uppercuts to the jaw. Maybe then you’ll get your head unstuck from your zipper.”

  Charlie shook his head. “Vic, give it a rest. I’m going to get some of that ice cream over there.”

  Sam and Charlie left. I started to turn away when Brady’s voice touched my ear. “Hey, Victoria, I was wondering if you could help me with a little problem I have. I can’t get my head unstuck from my zipper. Would you give it a little tug and see if you can get it loose? Maybe when I get the blood rushing to my brain, I’ll be able to think straight again.”

  I rounded on him in a rage. “Will you shove those stupid jokes where the sun doesn’t shine? Do you really think I want to stand around shooting the breeze with you all day? Can’t you see I’m trying to ditch you? When are you going to get the message?”

  The goofy smile vanished off his face. “I’ll never get the message, Victoria. I’ll never get the message that you don’t want me, because you do.”

  “How dare you!”

  Just at that moment, a waiter stopped by with a tray of hors-d'oeuvres. He was an old man with grey hair. He smiled at both of us. “I remember when I first met my wife and we used to get into tiffs like this all the time. How long have you two lovebirds been together?”

  I turned away to hide my burning cheeks, but Brady smiled at him. “Seven years yesterday.”

  The old guy nodded and went on his way. The minute his back was turned, I confronted Brady. “What did you have to lie to him like that for? We have not been together seven years. We’re not together now, and we never will be.”

  He cocked his head at me, but he didn’t joke or even smile. “We were together before, and as far as I’m concerned, we were never apart
. Yesterday was just a warm-up. We used to be really good together, and we could be that way again. Did you really think it was all over between us because I never did.”

  “You shithead!” I snapped. “You dumped me. You left me flat, and you never even answered my texts when I asked you what was going. How do you expect just to waltz back into my life now like none of it ever happened?”

  He frowned. “What are you talking about? I never did anything like that. I certainly never dumped you.”

  I threw up both hands. “Oh, just forget it. It’s ancient history, and it’s never going to happen again.”

  “What about yesterday?”

  “Yesterday was a mistake, a tragic mistake—nothing else. Just forget it ever happened.”

  I started to walk away, but his voice made me freeze in my tracks. His words caressed me all over, so I couldn’t ignore them. “Is that what you want, Victoria? Do you really want to forget it ever happened?”

  I spun around to face him, but the moment I locked my eyes on his face, that old familiar feeling started to take over. “Why do you have to be so insufferably irritating?”

  He glanced around the hall. No one gave us a second glance. He lowered his voice just a little bit more. “Come on. We’re getting out of here.”

  He seized my hand and led me out of the hall. He strode all the way back to his car and opened the door for me.

  He gunned the motor and threw the car into gear. I gulped down the rising adrenaline burning through my guts. “Where are we going?”

  “My place.”

  9

  Brady

  I kicked the accelerator down hard, but I couldn’t stop the pulse pounding in my brain. I had her in my car. I had her going back to my place. She didn’t want to forget it, and I couldn’t forget it if I tried.

  I drove out onto the freeway where I could steer with one hand. I cast a glance over at her. The wind whipped her hair around, but she sat still and gazed through the windshield at nothing. I had to make my move. I had to know if she was really mine.