“Rory,” I stammered. “Wh-what are you doing here?!”
“I needed to see you,” he said. “You weren’t taking any of my calls, and I wanted to explain myself.”
“I didn’t see the point,” I shrugged my shoulders. “I didn’t want to take you away from your family…”
“You’re my family, Des,” Rory said. “You always have been. You were the only family I had when I was growing up.”
“But now you have a real family.”
“I have a daughter,” he corrected me.
“And your daughter has a mother…”
“Biologically, yes,” Rory conceded. “But sharing DNA or a child with someone doesn’t make them your family. I learned that the day my mother signed away her legal right to me at the courthouse.”
I bit my lip, remembering the night Rory had told me about what happened at the courthouse. My heart swelled and I swallowed heavily.
“Well, Charlotte’s mother seemed pretty adamant that you were one big happy family--” I started to say, but Rory cut me off,
“Charlotte’s mother has a lot of issues,” he said. “She’s a liar and a cheater and a manipulator and an addict; she’s everything I grew up with, and she’s everything that I wanted to shelter my daughter from. But Charlotte doesn’t see those things. She just loves her mother unconditionally.”
“I get it,” I nodded, understanding. “You want to protect Charlotte, but at the same time… you don’t want her to grow up without a mother.”
Rory nodded his head slowly.
“But I finally realized that’s not a choice I get to make,” he said. “I can’t force her to be the mother that our daughter deserves, but I can decide what I need to do to protect my daughter.”
He swallowed heavily and stared at the floor.
“She just checked into a court-mandated, ninety-day inpatient rehab program,” he said. “If she’s able to stay clean, then she can avoid jail time. If not…”
“That’s her decision to make,” I said.
“You’re right,” Rory nodded. “I just hope that Charlie will see it that way, someday.”
“Of course she will.”
“She’s been asking about you a lot,” his eyes flicked back up to mine, and his lips turned up into a lopsided smile.
“Really?”
“Yeah,” he nodded. “She wants to know when you’re coming back.”
I smiled softly, cocking my head.
“I wanted you to come back, too,” he said. “You and Charlie are my family, Des. I want us to all be a family together.”
I tried biting my lip but I couldn’t stop the smile that was spreading across my face as I strode across the dancefloor, closing the distance between Rory and me.
“I’d like that,” I said. “I’d like that a lot.”
Rory smiled, then he offered me his hand.
“So… are you gonna dance with me, or what?”
I took his hand and he pulled me into his arms. In his black fire gear, I could barely reach my arms all the way around him… but as he cradled me to his chest, I had never felt safer or more at home in my entire life.
We had the dancefloor all to ourselves. Our song continued to play through the speakers, and the lights strobed all around us. It had taken eleven years, but I finally got my perfect Homecoming date.
As the song drifted to a close, he tilted my chin up and whispered, “I love you, Des.”
“I love you, too.”
Then he kissed me.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE | RORY
“This is definitely illegal,” I muttered in between kisses.
“Since when does Rory McAlister care about following the rules?” Des murmured back.
We were in her AP English classroom, and I had her stripped down to her bra and panties and perched on the edge of her desk at the front of the room.
Our clothes were discarded in random heaps that were strewn across the tile floor, my black nomex turnout coat, her dress, my boots, her jacket, my helmet…
The only thing left between us now were my turnout pants and suspenders, and her lace panties.
It was a good thing my nomex pants were fireproof, but the heat pouring from her pussy was an inferno. She had her legs wrapped around my waist, and she was pulling me closer…
“I don’t think I’ll ever look at this desk the same way again,” she whispered, letting her hands drift over my abdomen.
“Then I guess I better give you something worth remembering,” I winked back.
I ducked down onto my knees and pressed my head between her thighs. Her knees automatically spread further apart to accommodate me, and she ran a hand through my black coif of hair.
She had soaked straight through her panties, and I couldn’t resist running my tongue along the crotch to taste her juices through the laces before I ripped them straight off of her.
“Oh, fuck…” she purred, rolling her hips towards me and arching her spine backwards.
I strung my thumbs under the waistband and slid the panties down her thighs, lifting her legs as I went. Then I wrapped her calves over my shoulders and gripped onto her ass, scooting her towards me so I could taste every soaking, throbbing inch of her sex.
I was starving for Des, and I couldn’t help myself as I plowed my tongue straight into her. She yelped, then immediately stuck her thumb into her mouth and bit down to silence herself.
I kissed and sucked my way along her slit, nibbling and tugging gently at her lips as she bucked and whimpered.
“Fuck me, Rory…” she murmured breathlessly.
Ready to oblige her, I stood up and flicked off my suspenders… then I realized that there was one small problem,
“I don’t have a condom.”
“What?” her eyes widened up at me.
I just glanced down helplessly at my nomex pants; I had fifty-some pounds of protective gear covering the lower half of my body, but it wasn’t going to do us a damn bit of good.
“Hmm,” she twisted her lips together thoughtfully. Her eyes sparkled in the dark classroom, then she raised an eyebrow suggestively, “I wonder what we can do about that, Rory. Do you have any ideas?”
“A few,” I said, running a hand along her bare thigh. “Some messier than others…”
“Probably best not to make a mess...” Des glanced around the classroom, then flicked her eyes back up towards me.
“I guess that narrows it down,” I said. I traced my thumb along her bottom lip and her mouth dropped open. She let me press my thumb into her mouth and over her tongue, then she wrapped her lips around my knuckle and sucked gently.
My cock was scorching through the inside of my fireproof pants as I imagined a different part of my anatomy inside Desiree’s mouth…
She opened her lips and released my thumb, then she flicked her eyes back up to mine.
“Of course, there is one other option…” she said.
“Oh yeah? What’s that?”
She didn’t say a word, but she didn’t need to… I knew exactly what she was implying as soon as she crossed her legs and twisted her hips, flaunting the curve of her ass.
My dick throbbed through my pants, and it took every ounce of self control not to pounce on her ass that very instant.
“Have you ever done that before?”
She shook her head from side to side.
“Are you sure you want to?”
She nodded silently, biting down on her bottom lip as her eyes gleamed eagerly in the dark.
I wanted to ravage her like a wild animal, but I forced myself to use restraint as I gently moved her so that her chest was pressed against the top of the desk and her ass was in the air.
I clenched my teeth into my bottom lip hungrily as I took in her thick, round ass. Those curves made my cock roar through my turnout pants and I knew that, nomex or not, I was a ticking time bomb.
Still, I had to taste her first…
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p; I eased her legs apart, forcing her to straighten her knees and stand on her tip-toes. Then I tucked my hands into the fold of her hip and eased her ass up.
With her legs apart, I could see all of her glistening wet anatomy, from her throbbing, swollen pink lips, all the way up to her tight puckered ass hole. I dipped my fingers between her slit and swirled them around in her juices, then I trailed my fingers up between her cheeks until I reached her rear entry.
She gasped and quivered all over when I prodded her hole. The puckered pink skin resisted, but I didn’t stop; I drove my finger slowly inside, until I felt her tightness contract around me.
Her entire body shuttered in response to my finger entering her, and she clenched the desk as another moan rattled through her lungs.
“God, you’re so fucking tight…” I muttered as she writhed around beneath me.
If one finger had that effect on her… I could only imagine what my cock was going to do. And on that note… if her anus had a death grip on my knuckle, I could only imagine how fucking tight the walls would feel, wrapped around my shaft.
“Is this what you want?” I growled, plunging my finger up and down inside of her.
She shook her head side to side.
“I want your cock,” she panted.
“My cock? In here?” I teased, pressing my finger even deeper inside of her.
She nodded furiously.
“I want you to fuck me right here on my desk,” she said. “And I want you to come inside me…”
I grinned a filthy grin. Who woulda thought that shy, soft-spoken little Des would have such a wild streak? And who woulda thought that I would be the lucky sonofabitch who got to set that wild side free?
I shoved down the nomex pants and released my beast. My cock was engorged and red from all the lava-hot blood that was pumping through my veins.
I gripped the base of my shaft and rubbed my tip along her slit. The sensation of bare skin on bare skin was almost enough to send me over the edge, but I sucked in a deep breath and forced myself to keep it together.
Des wasn’t winning that struggle; feeling my cock glide up and down her slit as I coated myself in her wetness was more than she could take, and she was already writhing and panting her way towards a climax.
I rubbed my bare head between her quivering lips as I reached around the bend of her hip and prodded her clitoris with my fingertips. Her neck snapped back and she dug her teeth into her hand as she was consumed by orgasm.
I could feel her pussy pulsing and contracting against my cock, but I knew that even one thrust in that bare tunnel would be too much for me. I avoided the temptation altogether and positioned myself behind her.
My cock was already dripping wet with her juices, but I still leaned forward and ran my tongue around the rim of her asshole. Then I positioned myself behind that sweet peach of an ass.
“You ready?” I grunted, pressing my lips into her bare back and kissing the ridge of her spine. “You ready for me to fuck that tight little ass, until I fill you up with come?”
She was still recovering from the first orgasm, and all she could do was nod breathlessly.
I guided myself forwards, positioning my swollen glans against her rim. Then I slowly started pressing my hips forwards.
My dick was so hard I probably could have fucked a hole straight through a cinderblock wall… but it still took several seconds to ease the girth of my tip inside her.
She gasped, clenching her knuckles on the desk as her asshole clenched around me. Those first few inches felt like I was plunging my dick straight into heaven…
“Mmmm fuck,” she whimpered.
“Are you ok?” I asked. “Do you want me to stop?”
“God no,” she shook her head. “That feels--” she couldn’t finish her statement. Instead, she gasped as I slid into new depths, conquering her in a way she’d never been conquered before.
Her ass was squeezing my cock like a vice, and my balls were already clenching in preparation for the inevitable.
“I’m not gonna last long,” I told her. “You feel too fucking good…”
She responded by rolling her ass towards me, swallowing up the last few inches of my cock. I grunted as I felt the climax building inside of me.
“You ready to come with me?” I asked.
She nodded, and I reached between her thighs and pressed two fingers into her juicy wet pussy. I could feel the pressure of my cock through her throbbing walls, and I drove my fingers deeper inside until I made her yelp.
It was time…
I drew back my hips and started thrusting, pumping my cock in and out of her asshole while my fingers fucked her pussy to the same rhythm. The sensation of having me fill both of her holes pushed her straight over the edge, and this time she couldn’t keep quiet as a giant moan ripped through her lips.
I couldn’t control myself anymore, either. Her body was too perfect, her asshole was too tight, her pussy felt too damn good on my fingers…
I thrust inside of her, and then I felt a wave of white hot heat seize my entire body. Her walls clamped around my fingers and her asshole contracted as my cock twitched inside of her, filling her with my fire.
After the orgasm subsided, we stayed glued to each other for several seconds, savoring a different kind of bliss as we both recovered from what we had just done.
I eased my cock out of her ass and watched as a pearly white droplet of come dribbled from her rim.
Her knees were still shaking, and I had to help her find her footing as she stood up and stumbled forwards.
“I don’t think I’m going to be able to walk straight for weeks,” she chuckled as she took a few shaky steps across the room.
“I should have been more gentle,” I said, helping her pull her dress back over her head. “I got carried away--”
“You’re always gentle with me,” her eyes twinkled as she glanced up at me. “Sometimes it’s good to be a little rough, too.”
I pulled her into an embrace and brushed my lips gently over hers.
“Your wish is my command,” I whispered, then I pressed our mouths firmly together, sucking her bottom lip between mine and biting down as I wrapped my fingers through her dark black hair and tugged.
She made a soft moan of protest when I released her and went back to pulling on my turnout gear. She hesitated, toying with the clasp on the front of her bra.
“You know… I’m sure nobody has even realized that we’re missing yet,” she said, blinking up at me.
“There’s plenty of time for that later tonight,” I winked. “But first things first… we have a dance to get back to.”
EPILOGUE | DESIREE
THREE MONTHS LATER
BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZZZZZZZZZZZ!
A loud series of vibrations rattled through my iPhone, signifying the end of the three-minute timer that I had set.
I swiped my thumb across the screen and the vibrations immediately ceased, but I remained glued to my perch on the edge of the bathtub.
“Come on, Des, you can do this,” I whispered to myself. “It’s just like ripping off a Band-Aid. You just have to go for it!”
I took a deep, shaky breath, then I pushed myself up to my feet and slid across the cool tile floor towards the bathroom vanity.
The pink plastic pregnancy test was right where I had left it, face-up, next to the sink. My stomach twisted into knots and I deliberately averted my eyes, staring at my reflection in the mirror as I slowly reached for the plastic stick.
I was wearing black stockings, a brown corduroy mini-skirt, and -- the piece de resistance -- a soft pink Christmas sweater decorated with fuzzy white pom-poms and jingle bells that really jingled.
Christmas was just around the corner, and tonight we were celebrating early at the annual Firehouse 56 holiday potluck; ugly Christmas sweaters mandatory.
Charlotte and I were supposed to be meeting Rory at the firehouse in less than an hour. Taking a pregnancy test definitely hadn’t b
een an item on tonight’s ‘to-do’ list, but somewhere between changing into my ugly Christmas sweater and touching up my makeup, I had let my curiosity get the better of me.
Now that the results were in, curiosity had turned into panic.
You can do this! It’s just like ripping off a Band-Aid...
I took another deep breath, then I blinked my eyes open and stared down at the digital result window. My jaw immediately dropped and my eyes went wide as saucers.
“Holy fu--”
KNOCK, KNOCK!
I was so startled by the sound of someone knocking on the bathroom door that I jumped up in the air, nearly dropping the plastic wand.
“Hey Des, can you please help me with my hair?” Charlie’s little voice squeaked through the door. “I want braids for the Christmas party!”
“Of course, sweetie!” I called back. “Just give me one sec--”
I blinked down at the pregnancy test one last time, then I tucked it into the waistband of my corduroy skirt and pulled open the bathroom door.
***
Forty-five minutes later, Charlie and I were crossing the gravel parking lot towards Firehouse 56. Rory was waiting for us by the door, and Charlotte made a beeline straight for him.
“Daddy!” she squealed, throwing her arms around his legs.
“Hey, kiddo!” he scooped her up and spun her around in a circle, then deposited her gently back on the ground.
“Look at my hair!” she said proudly, flaunting the pair of French braids I had given her. “Des braided it for me! Don’t I look pretty?”
“You look beautiful,” Rory beamed down at her. Then he whispered, “Hey… I think there’s someone inside who really wants to see you.”
“Who?” she wrinkled her nose thoughtfully for a moment, then her face lit up, “Cooper!”
Charlie scampered eagerly into the firehouse to find the dog, and Rory’s eyes trailed after her proudly before he turned his attention to me.
“You look gorgeous,” he murmured under his breath as he pulled me into his arms. I pressed myself against his firm chest and breathed in his familiar smell, and I was immediately comforted.
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