by Cathryn Fox
Hunger clawed at him. His body trembled and his cock nearly burst through his zipper in an attempt to reach her slick channel. Christ, he needed to release the tension inside him before he blacked out.
Brady lifted her to her feet and hauled her under the warm spray. Her lashes fluttered but her blue eyes were still glossy from her orgasm. He adjusted the overhead nozzle. Water drenched them both. The clothes stuck to their bodies and clung like a second skin.
She blinked up at him through the hair plastered to her forehead. Her eyes glittered with dark sensuality. She looked so damn beautiful standing there in her panties with her wet blouse hugging her breasts. When her body melted against his, his breathing grew shallow as he marveled at how crazed she made him feel.
He bent forward and gave her a soft kiss, letting her know what she did to him.
A moment later, his fingers went to her buttons, ready to advance their relationship to the next stage. “Let’s get you out of this.” He heard the impatience in his voice.
She arched into his touch, her mind still two pages behind. “Brady, that was amazing. I’ve never come so fast before.”
“I guess you must have needed it.” He cleared his throat, barely able to speak.
She tore at his shirt. “That’s not all I need. I’ve been dying to see you naked since I first laid eyes on you.”
He gave a low, rough laugh, pleased as hell at her bold behavior. He stepped back, ripped his wet clothes off in record time and rejoined her under the spray. “You know, Megan, I think that’s what I love most about you. You say it like it is and don’t hold anything back.”
Her eyes widened as they settled on his engorged cock. She licked her lips. “You’re so…impressive.” She sheathed him in her hands and squeezed.
Was that concern he spotted in her eyes? “I’ll go easy.”
She furrowed her brow. Passion burned in her eyes. “I told you already I don’t want easy. I want hard.”
He knew it had been a while for her and wanted to take it slow. “Megan—”
She cut him off. “Since I don’t hold anything back, I don’t expect you to either.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him to her.
His lips crashed down on hers. Their tongues mated as he peeled off her blouse. Her bra quickly followed. Gorgeous breasts pressed into his chest and weakened his resolve to take this slow.
He growled with longing. Brady knew the first thing he needed to do was taste her. He pushed her back against the wall and bent forward, his mouth going to her breasts.
She cupped them in offering. He brushed his tongue over her damp flesh before drawing her taut nipple into his mouth. Her fingers raced through his hair. She gripped his head and held him to her. He sucked her nipple. Hard. The way she wanted it. God, she tasted like heaven. A moment later she moved his head to her other nipple.
Brady inched lower, running his tongue over her stomach until he found the hollow of her belly button. Ever since he’d glimpsed her in her pajama bottoms, dipping into her button was all he’d been able to think about. He slid his hands around her ass and gripped her. His tongue made slow passes over her stomach, poking in and out of her sexy little cleft. Megan shook beneath his seduction. She writhed, opened her legs, and rubbed up against him. As Brady inhaled the sweet scent of her arousal, his body went up in flames.
He trailed his tongue lower, until he reached her hot pussy. He pulled open her lips with his tongue and ran the pad of his thumb over her plump clit.
“Brady,” she whispered and sagged against the wall, “that’s…” Her words fell off.
He inhaled her, then moved in for a taste. At the first touch of his tongue to her clit, she came again, taking him by surprise. She leaned forward and grabbed his shoulders. Her body shook violently. Small whimpers caught in her throat. Jesus, he’d never met a more responsive woman.
He spent a long time lapping up her silky heat. His cock throbbed with need. His desire mounted, his liquid heat spilling from the slit.
“Brady, I need you to fuck me. Please…”
Shit! He wasn’t equipped. He glanced up at her. “Tell me you’ve got condoms, Megan.”
Her mouth twisted downward, then she splayed her hands on the wall. “Oh no…” she whimpered. “You have to fuck me, Brady. You really, really have to. You have no idea how much I need you.”
Fuck, he needed her just as badly. His gaze went to the cabinet and he gave a silent prayer. Please let there be condoms in there. Actually, he’d pretty much make a deal with the devil himself right about now.
He inched back. When he did, her hand went to her sex. She slipped a finger into her pussy and began to masturbate. Her boldness excited him beyond anything he’d ever known.
He sucked in a sharp breath. “Hang on, sweetheart.” Leaving her writhing against the wall, he rushed to the cabinet and tore into it. His heart raced as he tossed towels and washcloths over his shoulder. He nearly cried out in euphoria when he found a half-full box of condoms tucked in the back.
He quickly slipped one on and rejoined her. He brushed his lips over hers and his fingers widened her opening. She was so small and tight he feared he’d hurt her. Megan reached down and stroked him.
Blue eyes met his. “Please fuck me,” she said, her voice full of want.
Brady opened her legs with his, bent his knees, and positioned his head at her slick entrance. His nostrils flared. His blood pounded hot. His bottled-up lust exploded. In one swift motion, he pushed into her, lifting her clear off her feet.
“Yessss,” she hissed. She wrapped her legs around his waist to hold him inside her. Brady slipped his arms under her ass and balanced her against the wall. Her heat scorched him, her muscles gripped him hard.
“You’re so tight, Megan. I’m filling you up.”
With her back to the wall, she rocked her hips forward so that her hard nipples scraped across his chest, her hands clawing through his hair. God, she was so wild, so frenzied. Her eyes blazed with need. “Brady, please stop talking and just fuck me.”
The urgency in her voice prompted him into action. “My pleasure.” Needing to give her what she wanted and answer the pull in his groin, he began rocking, burrowing deeper, ravishing her with dark hunger. Breath labored, she met his every thrust. Her muscles spasmed and sucked him in deeper. Her sweet syrup scorched his cock. Jesus, he was so close. He clenched his jaw in distress before he completely lost all control.
The fire in her eyes licked over him. Heat colored her skin. She closed her eyes, seemingly delirious with pleasure. Balancing her with one arm, he reached between them and pinched her clit. She gave a broken gasp. He could feel the pressure building inside her, feel her soft quakes. Their eyes met. He plunged deeper.
“Brady…” she whispered against his cheek. Suddenly, her body began vibrating and he felt her rippling tightness around his cock.
A rush of tenderness overcame him as he watched her peak. “That’s it, Megan. Let go. Drip on my cock.”
Panting, she gave herself over to the hot flow of release. Her nails bit into his skin as her heat soaked his cock. She moaned and impaled herself on his erection. “Oh, God, Brady,” she whimpered. Brady drew quick shaky breaths as his cock absorbed each delicious wave of release.
After her tremors subsided, her lips found his. She brushed his hair back and collapsed against him. “Please, Brady. I want to feel you come inside me.”
He crushed his chest into hers, and with single-minded determination, he pumped again and again, until he reached the point of no return. He gave a low groan of surrender. Holding her tight, he threw his head back and released deep inside her.
She cried out as he pulsed and throbbed deep in her pussy. “That…feels…so…incredible.”
“Sweetheart, you feel incredible,” he managed to get out between pants.
A long moment later, Brady inched back and let her legs fall to the floor. He then gathered her into his arms and held her. She nestled against him. Both
of them breathing heavy, they just stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms. When he felt her shiver, Brady walked backward and pulled her into the warm spray.
She gave a small sigh and tipped her head to meet his eyes. “I really, really needed that.” Brady smiled down at her and hugged her tighter. “It’s been a long time,” she admitted. “Two years to be exact.” She chuckled softly, poked her finger into his chest and added, “After one night with you, I just might be able to make it through another two years.”
Brady chuckled. “Don’t worry, Megan. There’s plenty more where that came from.”
Her eyes opened wide. “Yeah?”
“Oh yeah.” And he was about to prove it. He pitched his voice low. “Let me wash you up.” He grabbed her hips, twisted her around, and tucked her ass into his groin. He lathered his palms and began soaping her body. His hands slid over her breasts and her stomach, then between her legs. She moaned and arched into his touch.
“Ahhh…is this supposed to be turning me on?” she asked breathlessly. “You’re turning me into a sex nymphette. Keep this up and I’ll want you to do this to me every day.”
Then his plan was working.
She pushed against his cock and he instantly hardened. “I’m just trying to wash you up.” When she angled her head to see him, he pulled an innocent face and purposely nudged her clit.
As his erection pressed into her back, she stepped forward, splayed her hands on the wall and tipped her ass, offering herself up so nicely to him. “Please, Brady, I need to feel you inside me, again.”
Brady knew there was just no sating their hunger for each other. He stepped back to let his gaze pan over her. Hands pressed to the wall, ass up in the air, her slick pussy was wide-open, still swollen from his cock. He swallowed hard at the erotic sight.
Passion and possession raced through him. Brady quickly sheathed himself and, with one quick push, plunged into her heat.
“Ooohhh,” she whispered, rocking back and forth on his cock, “that feels so good.”
He wrapped his hands around her waist and pumped hard and deep. She fisted her fingers and bent forward a little more, granting him deeper access.
“More,” she screamed. “Harder.”
Brady rammed her deep, giving her his entire length and girth. Bending over her back, he practically buried his balls inside her.
Wild with need, she began thrashing against him. “Take the condom off, Brady. I don’t want to feel rubber. I want to feel you inside me. I want to feel your cock.”
Before he had a chance to honor her request, she came apart in his arms. Her muscles clenched around his dick, and he exploded right along with her.
He grabbed her waist and spun her around to face him. His lips found hers. “You are so wild,” he murmured into her mouth.
She gave a satisfied sigh. “You’re pretty wild yourself.” She wound her hands around his neck and held him close to her.
He brushed her wet hair from her face. His heart pounded in his chest. There was no way he could let her walk away tonight. “Megan, stay here with me.”
She glanced around. “Here?”
He chuckled. “Not here in the shower. Here in the firehouse.”
“Can I do that?”
He nodded. “I’ll make us something to eat, and later, when you get tired, you can go to sleep in my cot.”
Her glance settled on her wet clothes. “What will I wear?”
“I keep spare clothes in my locker. You can slip into something.”
She grinned. “You think they’ll fit?”
“We’ll make them fit.” He pulled her in tighter. Now that he had her here, he had no intention of letting her go. For the rest of the night, he planned on fucking her over and over again, catering to her every sexual need.
“Come on, sweetheart. Let’s go get changed. I’m turning into a prune.”
“Umm, Brady, before we go…”
“Yeah?”
“You mentioned something earlier about chivalry.”
He dipped his head to look into her gorgeous blue eyes. “Uh-huh.”
“Something about ladies first, second, and even third.”
“That’s right. I did.”
She nibbled her bottom lip and offered a mischievous grin. “I believe I only counted two,” she lied.
“Two, huh?” He chuckled at her playful side.
She shrugged innocently. Her lips twitched. “Yup, only two.” She gave him a sexy wink. “Then again, math never was my strong point.”
THREE
Good morning, gorgeous.”
Megan stretched and opened her eyes. She smiled as her gaze settled on Brady. Eyes dim, hair mussed, and fully clothed, he lay beside her on his cot, looking warm and sleepy. She’d fallen asleep only hours earlier, not that she had wanted to. She enjoyed Brady’s company far too much to waste the night away sleeping. But morning was upon them, his shift was over, and she knew it was time for her to make her way back to Cassie’s house.
“Good morning, handsome,” she whispered back. She snuggled into him and took a moment to recall the amazing night they had shared. Her body quaked in remembrance.
Late last evening, after showering, they’d made their way to the firehouse kitchen, where they’d whipped up a couple of omelets. She had no idea that Brady was such a fabulous cook.
Over their omelets, Megan had spilled jam on herself, which meant another trip to the shower to wash up. The erotic memories of what took place during that little interlude filled her with warmth. Honestly, now that Brady had opened those sexual floodgates, there was just no stopping her.
Last night was the most amazing, incredible, fairy tale night she’d ever had. Too bad morning was now upon her, and it was time to get back to the real world.
When Brady dropped a soft, tender kiss on her mouth, her lids fluttered open. Her gaze met with warm hazel eyes, and something inside her hitched. There was no denying that she felt something deeper for him. How could she not? Brady had been so giving, tender, and attentive last night, taking care of all her needs, inside the bedroom—or, rather, shower—and out. Even though she felt the deeper connection, she refused to go there—to that place where fairy tales turned into bad realities. Right now she just wanted to savor the memories of their great night together and leave it at that.
“Come on, sweetheart. Let me take you home.”
She touched his cheek. A warm shiver tingled all the way to her toes. “Brady, last night was great. Really, really great. But there can’t be anything more between us. I probably should have made that clear from the beginning.”
He shook his head. “I know.”
Okay, so he agreed to those terms rather quickly. But wasn’t that what she wanted?
Less than a half hour later, still dressed in Brady’s flannel pajama pants and a T-shirt, Megan followed Brady out to his truck.
“Are you working again tonight?” she asked. It felt weird, making small talk after the intimacies they’d shared last night.
He nodded and opened the passenger’s-side door for her. She offered him a smile. “You really are a gentleman, aren’t you?”
He gave her a sexy wink. “Like I said, ladies first.”
“Yeah, and second, and third, and fourth, and fifth,” she blurted out.
They both chuckled, easing the tension around them. After he backed his truck from the parking lot, his hand snaked out and closed over hers. Never once did he let her go during the entire ride to Cassie and Nick’s.
When Brady pulled into the circular driveway, Megan glanced at him. Okay, this was awkward. What did one say after a night of wild sex with a man she’d only recently met, but felt like she’d known for a lifetime? “I guess I’ll see you later then.”
“At least let me walk you to the door.”
She nodded and climbed from the truck. They made their way to the back door. The minute Megan stepped inside, she knew something was wrong. She came up short and Brady crashed into her from be
hind.
When she bumped forward, his hands snaked around her waist to support her. It reminded her how incredible his touch made her feel.
“Whoa. You okay?”
She assured him she was fine, but that didn’t stop him from holding her tight, like he’d always held her in such a manner. He remained pressed to her back, arms around her waist as she glanced at Cassie and Nick sitting at the table. Cassie’s eyes were red. Had she been crying?
Megan worked to keep her voice steady, which was hard to do with Brady’s arms around her. “What’s going on?” Megan asked them.
Cassie blew her nose and said, “It appears the entire staff at All Seasons Catering has come down with food poisoning. It happened a few days ago but they delayed in telling me because they thought they’d be up and running by now.”
Megan felt the blood drain to her feet. “Oh no.”
Cassie threw her hands up in the air. “The wedding is in four days. Where am I going to get a caterer this late? Finding a dancer was hard enough on such short notice, but getting someone to cook an entire meal for one hundred people will damn well be impossible.”
Megan’s mind raced with the turn of events. She could do this. If she had the proper facilities and staff, she could pull this off. Her heart beat harder in her chest.
“It’s not impossible,” she blurted out.
Cassie’s eyes lit up in hope. “No?”
“No. I can do this, Cassie.”
“You can?”
Still cradling her from behind, Brady said, “And I’ll help.”
Incredulous, Megan stepped away from the circle of his arms and twisted around to face him. “Really?”
Brady’s arms dropped to his sides, and he shrugged easily. “Sure. I’m not without my own culinary skills, you know.”
Oh, she knew. He was a man of many talents.
“Where can you prepare the meal?” Cassie asked.
“We can use the firehouse kitchen. It’s fully equipped. We might have to rent another oven and refrigerator but that shouldn’t be a problem,” Brady said.
Nick piped in. “What about kitchen staff?”