The Single Dad - A Standalone Romance (A Single Dad Firefighter Romance)

by Claire Adams

  It shocked me to see the house totally empty. “Everyone’s out at parties,” Zack explained. “Our sister sorority is throwing a victory party—if we’d lost, they’d have changed it to a condolence party.”

  He grinned at me as he led me through the door. Without droves of people in the place it was easier to see that at one point it had been a really impressive house—huge, with wood floors and strong walls. There were scuffs and the monkey-house smell of a bunch of guys all living in one place, some of whom didn’t take as much trouble to stay clean as they should, but it wasn’t positively gross.

  “I’m kind of surprised this place isn’t dirtier,” I said, sitting down tentatively on one of the couches in the main common area.

  Zack laughed. “We make all the pledges keep everything tidy. It’s part of their job as the newest members; instills a sense of pride in the frat.”

  I chuckled. “That’ll do it, I guess.”

  Zack grinned. “Yeah, some of the guys get a little too into it; one of them cleans the baseboards with his toothbrush.” I shook my head at that. “Hey, hang out here for a second; I need to find my keys.”

  I shrugged. It wasn’t exactly spick-and-span in the common area, but I had come to the conclusion that I wouldn’t contract an STD from the leather couch, and I was happy enough to stay seated for a few more minutes.

  “I’ll be here.”

  Zack went off to his room and I looked around. The frat house was enormous, and it was almost a little creepy to be in it while it was so empty. I had managed to avoid all of the frats and sororities since I’d started the semester, at least until the party that Jess had dragged me to. If I hadn’t known that this was the ‘bad boy’ frat on campus, I wouldn’t have been able to tell it from what good shape the whole place was in. It had the guy-reek, but the floors were clean and free of vomit, and the furniture was in good shape. I didn’t want to necessarily think of what all had gone on in the common area over the years, and I was sure that if I took out a black light, there would be more stuff on the walls than I would be comfortable knowing about, but for the moment it was decent.

  Zack appeared once more a few moments after he had left, jiggling his keys to show he’d found them. He leaped over the back of the couch and came down next to me grinning.

  “Why didn’t you join any sororities when you started?” he asked me curiously. “I mean, I know you’ve got your grades and all that, but the sororities are good for connections—good for networking.”

  “It just didn’t really seem like my scene—throwing parties and stuff like that.”

  I knew for a fact that some of the sorority sisters were pretty smart; that their giggling, wet t-shirt antics were only a counterpoint to sharp minds. But I couldn’t see myself fawning over some guy in a toga, or spending my time in a house with dozens of other girls. It was more than enough to hang out with Jess and hear about her conquests. Zack leaned against me slightly.

  “Hey, I remember you gave great shoulder rubs back when we were in high school,” he said, giving me a suggestive look. I rolled my eyes. “No really, you were great at it—better than the physical therapists here. Can I get one from you now?”

  I sighed. I shouldn’t—it was stupid—but I couldn’t completely deny him, not after he had won the game and not when he was going to drive me home.

  “Turn around,” I said, stretching my hands and warming them up.

  Zack turned his back to me and I reached up, running my fingers along the velvet-soft skin of his neck. He was a little sunburned in the gap between the helmet and his pads and jersey, the skin darker there than it was anywhere else. I started kneading away at the knots of tension I found along the back of his neck, working my way down to his shoulders. Up close, I could tell that Zack had managed to find time for a good shower after the game, before he’d shown up at the gate where I was waiting for Jess; he smelled clean and fresh and he still wore the same cologne he had when we were in high school together. I smiled to myself at that fact, shaking my head where he couldn’t see, paying attention to giving him a good, thorough shoulder rub. I worked my way down along his upper arms and then back up, knowing where the muscles would be the tightest from playing.

  Zack groaned in pleasure, rolling his head around and turning into my touches, and I felt myself tingling all over. I smiled to myself again, my heart starting to beat a little faster. I shook my head at myself. I was being ridiculous. It didn’t mean anything to Zack; I was just convenient. He wanted a shoulder rub, and I was there and capable. Zack leaned back against me and my hands came to a stop, resting on his shoulders instead of kneading them.

  “It’s just like back in the day,” Zack said, turning around and looking at me. “It’s like when I’d have a game in high school, and we’d hang out afterwards before the parties.”

  I smiled. “Yeah, it is kind of like that. Down to the shoulder rub.”

  Zack raised an eyebrow. “We’d fool around, too,” he pointed out, his hands going to my waist.

  I thought about it for a second; he was right—normally as soon as he was out of the locker room, we’d make out, sometimes not even waiting until we left campus to do it. Zack had taken me under the bleachers more than once to fool around when we’d been together, and I’d tingled just like I was tingling now. When we started having sex, it wasn’t that exciting, but the making out had been thrilling.

  “We shouldn’t,” I said, pulling back slightly.

  Zack shrugged, pulling back a little bit as well. “You used to be a lot of fun, you know,” he said with a little grin. “I think you could be fun right now if you’d let go a little bit.”

  I rolled my eyes. “You were a bad influence. You were the person who gave me my first drink.”

  Zack laughed. “I was, wasn’t I? What was it—your parents’ New Years’ party, right?” I nodded, unable to keep myself from smiling a little bit.

  “Yes and my parents gave me so much shit over how hungover I was the next day.”

  “Yeah, well, I did tell you to hold off on that third drink.”

  I pinned him down with a stare. “You poured it for me,” I pointed out.

  Zack grinned slowly. “Yeah, I did. Fair enough, it was all my fault. I think you refused to talk to me for a week after.”

  I shook my head. “Small difference: I was grounded for a week, I couldn’t talk to you.”

  Zack laughed again. “Well, you were the only reason that I managed to get through twelfth grade literature.”

  “You were pretty hopeless,” I told him with a grin. I thought about the fact that I’d seen him going into the library; part of me wanted to ask him about it, but then I thought of how creepy it would sound for me to admit to seeing him go in somewhere. “Are you a better student these days?”

  “They help us along, but the frat—though we’ve got a reputation as a bunch of partiers—has pretty high standards for grades to stay in. If I slacked off too much I’d get kicked out.” Somehow, oddly, that pleased me. “You know, I know you said we shouldn’t,” Zack said, licking his lips. “But kissing you the other night… it made me remember all the times we made out in high school and how hot it was.”

  I bit my bottom lip. It was a bad idea; I knew it was. But I was tingling all over, hot and cold rushes flashing through my body from how close Zack was, remembering what it was like to kiss him—both when we’d been dating and the night before.

  Zack leaned in and pressed his lips to mine, and before I knew it I was kissing him back, wrapping my arms around his broad shoulders, pressing my body up against his. It was eerily quiet in the frat house, but I didn’t care about it anymore. Zack tasted like chewing gum and the flavor I had always associated with him—kind of bittersweet, like good chocolate. His tongue swiped against my lips and I opened my mouth, closing my eyes and melting into the kiss. It was just like it had been before, my body heating up, my breasts tingling. Even my pussy tightened, and I could feel myself getting wet. Zack began to press
me down against the couch, covering my body with his own; his weight settled against me and it was both like and unlike how it had been when we were teenagers.

  The kiss deepened, and Zack’s hands began to move over my body, sliding over my curves. He lingered at my breasts and hips, touching and teasing. His body was hot against mine—tight and tense, getting more and more tense as every moment passed.

  “Fuck, Evie,” Zack murmured, his lips barely parted from mine. “When I saw you the other night, I wanted you so fucking bad.”

  He rocked his hips against mine, and I moaned against his lips, threading my fingers in his hair. It was just as soft as I remembered, silky against my fingers. Zack nibbled on my bottom lip, lapping at my sensitive skin with his tongue while he rubbed and grinded against me. His arms around me were so strong—stronger than they’d been in my memories.

  Zack reached up and cupped my breasts in his hands, giving them a long, satisfying squeeze through my clothes. “Fuck,” I said, breaking away from his lips and panting.

  I was trembling—it had been ages since I’d gotten this hot and heavy with anyone. Zack ducked his head down and began kissing and nibbling at my neck, finding the sensitive spot just below my ear, licking and sucking until I moaned out. It was so hot—I couldn’t think anymore. When Zack’s hands slipped up underneath my shirt, I didn’t stop him; I couldn’t make myself stop him. Instead, I found the buttons at the front of his shirt and started to unbutton them, my hands and fingers fumbling while Zack distracted me with more attention to my neck, my throat, along my jaw, back up to my lips. I arched into his touches, struggling to get him out of his shirt. I wanted to see what his body looked like now—I wanted to feel it pressed against me. Our sex together hadn’t been particularly hot—at least not for me—but there was something different now.

  Zack pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it aside, flashing a smile at me before he buried his face against the tops of my breasts. The rough stubble on his cheeks rasped against my sensitive skin, contrasting with the softness of his lips; I hadn’t even noticed it that much against my face, but as Zack tugged at the cups of my bra, trying to expose me, I could feel it against the tender skin there. It turned me on even more—Zack had barely been able to grow facial hair when we’d been together, and had been able to go days at a time not shaving without me noticing. Zack pulled my bra down and I gasped as he found one of my nipples with his mouth, sucking it between his lips and flicking his tongue against it until it hardened into a little nub. I moaned, my hands stopping in their progress, my whole body tensing up as my pussy flooded at the tingling, electric sensations that his mouth inspired in me.

  Zack switched from one breast to the other, sucking and licking, while I struggled to get his shirt off. I tossed it aside and trailed my hands over his broad back, my nails digging in slightly as he carefully grazed my sensitive nipples with his teeth. He pulled back with a chuckle, bringing his mouth back up to mine and kissing me hungrily—as if he wanted to devour me. I pushed my hips down against his, holding his body tight against mine, loving the feeling of him pressed against me, the weight of him and how velvety his skin was. He still hadn’t grown hair on his chest—that amused me and turned me on all at once as I noticed it almost absently, squirming and writhing against him.

  “You’re really into this, aren’t you, Evie?” Zack asked me, looking down. His dark eyes were glinting, his lips twitching with a little smile.

  “You’re damn right I am,” I replied, not caring about the words that came out of my mouth.

  All I could think of was getting him naked and feeling him inside of me. Jess’s questions from the other day filled my head—I could sort of remember what it had been like to have sex with Zack, but not really, and suddenly, I wanted nothing more than to experience it again. It seemed so much hotter than it had been before, and I didn’t know if that was because my attitude towards sex had changed, or if Zack had gotten better with practice. I put the thought aside—I didn’t want to think about Zack practicing with other girls, not when I was pressed up against him, half naked and ready to screw his brains out. I pulled his face up to mine again and kissed him, reaching down to the waistband of his jeans. I could feel the hard ridge of his cock pressing at the front of his pants, rubbing up against me as we moved together. I was actually glad I had worn a skirt to the game—it would make it so much easier.

  Zack pushed my skirt up to my waist and slipped his hand between my legs, caressing my inner thighs and making me shiver. He moved his hand upward slowly, making me squirm with anticipation, ready—more than ready—to feel him touching me. I grumbled slightly with impatience as he lingered just a few inches away from my soaking wet pussy, teasing me with the delay.

  “God, you’re such a jerk,” I said, barely pulling back from his lips.

  Zack chuckled and brought his fingertips up against my panties, barely touching me, the caress along my slick folds feather-light.

  “Ooh, you’re soaking wet, Evie,” Zack said, his voice low with arousal. I blushed, feeling the heat spread from my face down to my chest. “God that’s fucking hot.”

  Zack shook his head and my moment of near-humiliation passed; I had never managed to get very wet when we’d had sex—I had been too nervous to get fully aroused. Another guy I’d been with since breaking up with Zack had actually thought it was bad that I got soaking wet when I was turned on. Zack’s fingers pressed against me more firmly and I writhed against his touch, pushing my hips down, more than ready for more. Zack’s lips left mine and I almost protested—wanting everything all at once, wanting to feel him kissing me and touching me at the same time. But his lips began to move in a trail down from my mouth to my neck to my breasts. Zack pulled me up off of the couch and unhooked my bra in a quick movement, guiding it down off of my shoulders and over my arms before tossing it aside. He lingered at my breasts for a moment again, switching between my nipples, sucking and licking while he stroked me through the thin fabric of my panties.

  Zack’s lips traveled down over the length of my body, his hot breath tickling my stomach as he worked his way towards his hand. He nuzzled the curve of my hip, looking up at me with his dark eyes almost black from lust. I squirmed with impatience when he withdrew his fingers, finding the zipper on my skirt by touch and tugging it down, loosening the fabric around my waist. He pulled it down over my hips and along my legs, letting it fall onto the floor as he rubbed his face against the front of my panties, teasing me with the heat of his body, the hot stickiness of his breath through the thin fabric. I bit my lip, throwing my head back against the couch cushions, trying to keep from being too loud—although I couldn’t say why; it wasn’t like there was anyone but Zack to hear me. Zack hooked his fingers in the waistband of my panties and tugged them down over my hips. He kissed the space between my navel and my pussy, nibbling lightly.

  The next moment, he had my panties off completely, and I cried out as Zack rubbed his face against my pussy, his rough stubble rasping against my sensitive skin. I whimpered as he parted my slick folds, lapping against my inner labia while I squirmed underneath him. Zack had never gone down on me before—he’d gotten me off with his fingers in high school, and I’d sucked him off on more than one occasion, but he had never been interested in going down. His tongue moved up and down along my soaking wet folds, lapping up my fluids, sending a jolt of pleasure through me every time he came close to my clit. I threaded my fingers in his hair, pressing my lips together as moans pushed up through my throat.

  Zack worked me over with his mouth slowly, moving from the well of my pussy up closer to my clit, nuzzling against me, making me writhe from the sensations he brought me. “Fuck—fuck, Zack—god, so good,” I was saying, words tumbling out of my mouth without any thought behind them.

  He found my clit with his tongue and began to lick me, flicking against my pleasure center and sending crackling electric sensation through every nerve in my body. He moved down to the well of my pussy once more an
d I groaned in impatience, pushing my hips down to try and get better contact. I pulled and tugged at his hair, grabbing at his shoulders, moving mindlessly underneath him. Zack moved his tongue up to my clit once more and I gasped and shivered, thrashing underneath him and twisting as he brought me closer and closer to orgasm.

  Zack sucked my clit between his lips, his mouth pulsing around the cluster of nerves, and the next moment I felt his fingertips playing against my soaking labia, slipping against my skin, finding their way to my entrance. He plunged a finger into me slowly, pushing past the resistance of my body. I felt my muscles tightening around him, as if my body wanted to take him in deeper. Zack plunged it into me gradually, curling it inside of me, his fingertip brushing against my inner walls. He added a second finger, making me moan out again while I twisted my hips, for the moment unaware of anything but how good it felt, how close I was.

  “Fuck, Zack—I’m so close. Jesus—so close—please, please,” I was ready to beg him to get me to the edge, arching up off of the leather couch, drenched in sweat, my muscles tightening around him erratically as I got closer and closer. I was moaning and whimpering uncontrollably, more turned on than I had ever been in my life, my whole body tingling.

  I tumbled over the edge, hitting my climax with a shriek that filled my ears, grabbing at Zack helplessly as he continued to plunge his fingers deeper and deeper inside of me. His fingertips rubbed up against my g-spot and my climax intensified, shooting hot and cold crackling fire through my body, all through my veins. Zack didn’t let up for a second, sucking and licking, devouring me as I gushed around his fingers, writhing and panting and gasping for breath. It was almost too much for me to take—I felt so good I thought it might become pain instead. As the last of the spasms began to slack off, Zack backed away, pulling back from my body as he licked the last traces of my orgasm clinging to my skin. He slipped his fingers out of me and brought them to his lips—I only barely, vaguely saw him licking them, grinning to himself full of satisfaction as aftershocks of pleasure washed through my body.