Blaze: A Fireman Romance (Hard n' Dirty Book 4)

by Renee Rose

  “No,” she pants. Her eyes are huge, pupils blown. “No one’s losing their job. No one’s going to talk about this.” She licks her lips. “What we’re doing.”

  “What are we doing?” My voice is so deep I don’t recognize it.

  “Um…” She sways her hips. “Were you going to punish me?”

  Victory flushes through me. I can’t fucking believe it. I thought I saw the signs of interest—that authority turned her on—but to hear her actually say it…

  Damn.

  This girl can’t be real.

  I don’t need any further encouragement. “Yeah, I am.” I back up enough to spin her around and plant her two hands on the wall. “Push that ass out, baby. You’ve had this coming for a while now.”

  She’s clearly not afraid. She inches her feet away from the wall and hollows her back.

  I bite back a groan.

  The panties are tiny—satin and lace cutting across only half of her delicious ass. I gather the fabric up and thread it between her ass cheeks, pulling it taut against her clit and anus.

  The little oh! she makes sends my already hard dick surging against my regulation pants.

  I don’t wait; I smack her ass cheek hard, right and left, two times each. “I came in here to talk about the goddamn matches.” I deliver four more hard smacks. “And now we have to deal with your sass and these unauthorized—albeit cute—pink panties.” I pull up tighter and smack her with a whole series of spanks, right and left, then the backs of her thighs.

  Her hands drop and I think she’s going to try to cover her ass—I’m already cursing myself for smacking too hard—but she brings one between her legs.

  Christ! She’s as turned on as I am.

  By spanking.

  It’s like every wet dream of my teenage years just came true. And I’m about ready to blow my wad as fast as I did at fifteen, too.

  “Uh uh.” I grab her wrist and pin it back to the wall, delivering another flurry of spanks. “You don’t get pleasure until I decide you get pleasure.”

  “Oh God,” she moans. “I knew you’d be the guy.”

  I stop, intrigue shoving between the waves of lust, forcing me to slow down and gather more intel. “What guy?”

  “Nevermind.” She shakes her head, but her hair is pulled back in the ponytail, and I see the flush of pink tinge her cheeks.

  Adorable.

  I pick up spanking again—three hard ones. “Don’t say nevermind to me, little girl. You’re in no position not to answer my questions.”

  She moans like she’s about to come, even though all I’m doing is smacking her ass and riding her clit with her underwear.

  I work the panties, pulsing them up and releasing them like I’m fucking her with the fabric.

  “Jesus, Maria y Jose!”

  I laugh, because I haven’t heard her speak even one word of Spanish before, and I didn’t even know she could. “I’ve been told I have a god complex, but I don’t think that’s what you meant. What guy?”

  She won’t look away from the wall. “Spank me,” she whispers.

  Fuuuuuuuck.

  Now I don’t want to. Now I just want to squeeze and massage her ass. Rub away the sting and reward her for being so damn good. As I do, she starts moaning. It’s way too much for me.

  I slip a hand around the front of her hips and rub her clit over the taut fabric of her panties. “You want to come, little dragon?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  Oh, fuck. She did not just call me daddy.

  I bite her shoulder, rock my throbbing cock against her ass. “Tell me what guy,” I murmur in her ear.

  “The one who does this,” she croaks, snapping her hips like she’s trying to push her cunt into my fingers.

  That’s it. I’m done for. I release her panties in the back and shove my fingers down the front, hooking them into her wet heat. I work my hand against her clit, and reposition myself to her side so I can slap her ass at the same time.

  “Jesus, Blaze,” she bites out, rising to her tiptoes, dancing over my hand in an attempt to take me deeper. She reaches one hand down on top of mine and presses against my fingers, while she rocks forward and back.

  I smack her ass again, and again.

  She squeals and comes, her pussy contracting around my fingers as she throws her head back against my chest. Her entire body convulses in sharp jerks and thrusts. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

  Lia

  Of all things holy, I never dared dream Blaze would make this fantasy come true. I mean, he’s featured in several lurid fantasies since I started here, but not this particular one.

  My entire body is aflame, washed in hot tingles and warm pleasure.

  And he’s acting grateful, kissing and nipping my neck, holding me up because my legs are made of Jello. The bulge of his cock presses against my stinging ass.

  I definitely want to return the favor. I extricate myself from his hold to turn around, then palm his erection through his pants.

  His breath rasps in on a ragged inhale, and then he curses. “I don’t have a condom.”

  I drop to my knees and unbutton his pants.

  “Aw, Christ, Lia. You’re blowing my mind right now.”

  Good. And I haven’t even started. I pull his erection out of his boxers and grip the thick base. Lord, I’m not sure this will all fit in my mouth, and I never learned the trick of swallowing it down. Although for this guy, I’ll try.

  His belly shudders as I drag my tongue from balls to tip. I widen my lips and take him in, savoring the salty taste of his pre-cum. “This should not be happening,” Blaze mutters, but he grasps the back of my head and pulls me forward over his cock.

  His groan is all the encouragement I need. I suck hard, hollowing my cheeks as I pull slowly back.

  An unintelligible syllable falls from Blaze’s lips. It sounds ragged and pained.

  That’s right, big guy. I’ll make you glad I got hired here.

  I take him deep, bumping the back of my throat. I gag and pull back. Dammit. That was not how it’s done.

  “It’s okay,” Blaze soothes, running his thumb over my cheek far more gently than he holds the back of my head. I go for it again, taking it slower, forcing myself to relax the back of my throat.

  I get it down!

  “Fuck, baby. You’re taking me so deep. Where’d you learn to suck like that... no don’t tell me. I don’t want to have to break any arms.”

  My laugh forces me off him, but he pulls me back on. “No, no, no, no. Don’t stop now, little dragon. I need your hot little fire-breathing mouth around my cock so bad.”

  I believe him, because his thighs quake, balls bounce as they draw up tight.

  I take him with fast pumps of my mouth, sending the head of his cock into the pocket of my cheek.

  The alpha male in him resurfaces, and he grips both sides of my head, pumping me faster. Any other guy, I’d shove back or smack his hands away, but with Blaze? After what he just did? He can mouth fuck me all he wants, it just makes me wetter.

  He growls. Chokes. Comes—hard. Hot streams of his essence shoot into my mouth. I close my eyes and force myself to swallow. Again, not one of my strong suits. I’m proud of myself when I manage it without wincing.

  His hands gentle, fingers stroke my ears, cup my nape. When I pull off, he lifts me up and takes my mouth as he tucks his dick away. His kiss is every bit as dominating as the rest of his actions.

  I don’t know what I thought would happen next—some awkward conversation about what we just did and how it can’t happen again, maybe. I’m praying it’s nothing drastic like him saying he has to transfer me.

  It seems he’s not done with whatever this was. He walks me backward to the cot and tips me onto my back, climbing on top of me.

  “Okay, little dragon. We still have some talking to do.” He pins my wrists beside my head and straddles my hips.

  I’ve already come, but I’m so hot and ready to go again, I curs
e the fact that he doesn’t have condoms.

  “I came in here for a reason.”

  I struggle against his hold on my wrists, only because I want to feel his strength. “Oh yeah? What’s that?” My voice comes out breathy and sweet. Not at all like my usual posturing.

  “Did I smell matches in here?” He quirks a brow.

  Part of me resists this conversation even though I knew it would come. Now that he’s in here, pinning me to the bed, I have to wonder if I wasn’t half hoping to someday be taken to task. If that’s not the real reason I pursued this career. To end this dangerous addiction once and for all.

  I blink up at his steely blue gaze, my insides warm and melty from the hot sex and his dominance. “Maybe.”

  He arches a brow. “Maybe? Or yes? Don’t play coy with me unless you want another round with my hand and your ass.”

  I’m pretty sure I do want another round of his hand and my ass, despite the fact that it hurt more than I expected. He definitely didn’t hold back much. “Yes,” I admit.

  “You have a thing for fire, Sparks?”

  I rub my lips together again. “I might.”

  “Okay, this is what I want to know, little dragon. Why do I have a pyro working in my firehouse?”

  I stop breathing and my body goes rigid beneath him. My heart pounds harder than it has since he came in here.

  His keen blue gaze arrests me. I’d pegged him for a grumpy but hot meat-head, but the Blaze I see now has way more perception and depth than I gave him credit for. It’s like he sees right into my soul.

  He changes his grip to hold both my wrists in one of his large hands, then strokes his thumb over the frantic pulse in my neck. “Relax,” he soothes and I find myself calming. “Nothing bad is going to happen here. It’s just you and me. And you’re going to come clean.”

  Burning leaps behind my eyes like I’m going to cry, but there’s also the sense of something letting go in my chest. Something that’s been caged there for so long I didn’t realize it was trapped.

  And that’s when the alarm rings.

  “Fuck.” Blaze rises, lifting me to my feet in less than two seconds. “Not with those panties,” he growls and literally tears them down my legs.

  There’s no time to argue. We have fifty-seven seconds to get the truck out of here. I jump commando into my pants and boots and yank them on. As Blaze trucks out of my room, I see him slip my panties in his pocket. Something warm swirls around my chest. I have to force myself to move because the desire to stand there and replay every single touch and word spoken between us overwhelms me.

  I slide down the pole, throw on my turnout and climb in behind the wheel. Then we’re out—Blaze, Rocket, Cole, Scott and I, each with our assigned positions, ready to roll.

  It’s not until hours later—long past our shift—when the fire in a Chinese restaurant is finally out and we’re all leaving the station, that the captain calls my name.

  “Yeah?” I turn, my ponytail whipping around too fast.

  He strides forward, glancing at the retreating backs of the rest of the crew. “We weren’t done talking, Sparks. We’ll pick it back up—away from the station. Tomorrow night.”

  My heart thuds against my sternum. I love that he doesn’t ask—he tells. It’s so in line with his personality and what we just did that it sends spirals of heat plowing through my body.

  “Yeah, okay. I live alone.”

  Stupid. I don’t know why I said that. He didn’t say he wanted to have sex. Or maybe that’s exactly what he meant. I don’t know! Finish our conversation could mean a lot of things.

  His sensual lips twitch. “Great. I’ll text you for the address.”

  I try my best for nonchalant, even though I feel like I might’ve just won the lottery. I’ve literally never been this excited about a guy. “I’ll be waiting.”

  “Good.” He turns and I watch his strong back retreat.

  Shazam.

  But I shouldn’t get excited. Blaze is a tight-ass who plays by the rules. He probably wants to tell me we can never, ever get frisky again.

  I’ll have to convince him otherwise.

  Chapter 4

  Blaze

  Lia’s on the fourth floor—no elevator, but the building seems secure—I have to get buzzed in. Of course, her cop brothers would probably insist on safety. She doesn’t need me to do the security check.

  Not that it will stop me.

  I climb the stairs and knock on her door.

  And then I nearly die.

  Because Lia answers in a pair of painted on jeans and skin-tight crop top—not trashy, though. Fancy, with ruffles around the little cap sleeves and the short hem. It makes her boobs look twice as juicy as they do in her FDNY shirt. A pair of sexy high heeled sandals completes the look and forces me to wipe the drool off my chin.

  I have plans for her—a dinner date. A serious talk.

  Maybe some more heavy petting—I haven’t made my mind up about that, yet. I shouldn’t engage this way. I really can’t let this go any further. This conversation should be about making sure we never touch each other again.

  But I already know that’s not gonna happen.

  And my plans all go out the fourth story window when I see her. I snatch her up to me, claim her mouth like it’s always been mine. Like she was trying to keep it from me and I need to prove to her exactly who has ownership. And exactly how I intend to exercise my rights.

  Her lips are impossibly soft. Supple. Tantalizing. I lick them open and thrust my tongue in her mouth, moving from zero to ninety in these five seconds. She bites my lower lip, gives it back to me. My hand cups her face, the other her squeezable ass. The same ass I got to spank to a pretty pink last night.

  I still can’t believe it.

  Somehow, I remember my plan. And then I try to forget it, because, damn, she tastes so good.

  “I have condoms.” She’s breathless, pulling me inside the still-open door.

  Her suggestion is enough to jerk me out of my lust-induced reverie. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait.” I pull away and step back onto her doorstep. “That’s not why I came here.”

  “It’s not?” A mask falls over her face and I instantly curse my lack of charm. I never had any game with females. I’m too direct. Too serious. Way too controlling, as my ex-girlfriend Samantha was quick to point out. And I have a tendency to jump into things too fast—a habit Samantha also made me regret.

  “Well, maybe it is,” I amend, “but I wanted to take you out. Can I take you out, Sparks?”

  Her lips spread into a wide smile. “Sure. Yeah.”

  “Let’s go, then. You ready?”

  “Yep. She picks up her purse from a hook on the wall. “Where are we going?”

  I offer my hand and she takes it—the tough girl from the station replaced by pure sweetness. Her hand feels small, soft. I love having it captured in mine—that she trusts me enough for the simple, but intimate connection. “It’s a surprise,” I say, more than a little nervous about my choice, even though it’s a perfectly nice restaurant. It’s just been a while since I’ve had a date.

  Since Samantha moved out and took the kid I helped raise from my life without a backward glance.

  Lia comes easily, though. No more questions, no arguments. Just like in her room at the station, she accepts my direction, my dominance. She may be made of sass and spitfire courage, but submission turns her on. I’m sure of it.

  The question is—what am I going to do about it?

  Cards on the table—I have several lurid ideas. I just know I shouldn’t suggest them.

  Dating Lia is totally off-limits. Not only does she work at the station, but I’m her boss. And yet, the idea of shutting whatever’s between us down has me ready to quit my job just to fuck her.

  Too fast, dipshit. Way too fast.

  I hail a cab downstairs and give the address to an upscale restaurant near my place. She smiles as we’re seated, and I fucking love seeing her face open, her shoulders relax
ed. The guys at the station have her on constant edge, ready to defend or prove herself. I hope she doesn’t feel that way with me. I wince a little remembering how gruff I’ve been with her. Yeah, I haven’t done anything to help her feel welcome, have I? It’s just now that she’s let me spank her beautiful ass that I consider her feelings.

  “Hey, I’m sorry I’ve been a dick at work,” I say. “I’m not trying to ride your ass, I’ve just been worried—”

  “Worried?” she cuts in, the tension returning. I curse myself for screwing this up again.

  I hold my palms out. “Not that you can’t do the job. I know you can. I guess you just inspire something protective in me, that’s all. I’m a fucking Neanderthal—what can I say? I worry more about keeping you safe than I do the other assholes.”

  Her green eyes narrow and study me. “That’s sexist.”

  “I know—I’m sorry. I’m not saying it’s right. Just trying to explain where I was coming from. I’ll work on it. Promise.”

  The waitress shows up and asks what we’d like to drink.

  “Do you drink wine?” I ask Lia.

  “Yeah, sure.”

  “White or red?”

  “White.”

  I order a bottle of white. I’m usually a beer guy, but I’m trying to do this right. After the waitress has served it, Lia leans forward. “So, is this a date?”

  “No,” I say, too abruptly. Her expression turns blank again and I hurry to say, “I mean, this”—I point between her and me—“isn’t happening at all. As far as anyone else knows.” I cock a brow. “Right?”

  Her reluctant smile appears. “Absolutely. Nothing happening.” She locks her lips and mimes throwing away the key. She’s cute as hell when she’s not trying to prove something.

  “Listen, I know I shouldn’t be here. I broke a million rules yesterday with you, and I could definitely lose my job over this.”

  “But here you are.”

  “Yeah. I sure as hell couldn’t let that ride without…” I hesitate, trying to make sure the words come out right. I’m not good with this shit. “—without connecting with you again. In private.”