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

by Renee Rose

  She responds, wrapping her legs around my waist, pulling me down with her slender arms around my neck. Before I know it, I’m inside her again, only bareback this time.

  It feels incredible.

  I can’t.

  I shouldn’t.

  And I don’t want to stop.

  “I’m sorry,” I groan, still rocking in and out of her, claiming her mouth like my life depends on it. “I didn’t know I’d get hard again so fast.”

  It’s a lame excuse, but maybe she’ll take it as a compliment.

  “I’m clean, I swear. I’ll get you the paperwork.”

  She shoves a bit at my chest and I snap back to reality and pull out. “I’m sorry,” I say again, then make it up to her by kissing down her neck, between her breasts, along the flat plane of her belly.

  I hook my hands under her knees and spread her open.

  Her pussy is fucking beautiful. I wouldn’t have said I liked the all-bare thing, but on her it’s a miracle. I lick into her.

  She shudders, hands flying to my head, hips rolling up to meet my face.

  I treat her to the best head I know how to give, tracing inside her outer lips, teasing her clit, penetrating her with my tongue. I suck on her clit and slip my thumb in, my middle finger sliding back to her anus.

  She jerks and comes the moment I touch it, which causes my rock hard dick to become steel. When the flutters of her muscles relax and she eases her grip on my hair, I pull away.

  “Next time I discipline you, I’m going to take your ass,” I murmur, massaging a slow circle over her anus.

  The ring of muscles squeezes under my finger and she whimpers.

  I kiss up her belly again. “You okay?”

  She pushes up on her forearms. “More than okay.”

  I didn’t realize I was still nervous until the relief pours through me. She loved it as much as I thought she did.

  “Good.” I climb up beside her and lie on my side, wrapping an arm around her waist.

  She rolls away from me but pushes her ass into my lap, snuggling against me.

  My cock throbs, dying to be inside her again, but I can tell by her slowing breaths she’s going down for the count.

  Within a few minutes she’s asleep.

  You’d think I’d sleep, too, but I’m awake for hours, trying to talk my dick down because I’m already dying for another round with her.

  And all this time, I’m ignoring the voice in my head screaming, What the hell are you doing, man? Because I know I am way the hell out of the safe zone with this girl, and I have been from the start.

  I want this way too badly.

  And I’ve been down this road before.

  Even if we didn’t have the problem with working at the same station and me being her boss, I’m not the kinda guy who gets to keep the girl.

  I’ve tried and failed.

  And yet the idea of failing with Lia makes me want to burn a building down, myself.

  Maybe she’s rubbing off on me.

  Maybe I’ve lost my mind.

  Or maybe this is exactly what I’ve always needed.

  Chapter 6

  Lia

  When I wake up, I’m all snuggled against a huge, hairy man chest. One giant tattooed arm loops around me, his hand lightly holding my ass. My leg drapes over Blaze’s thick muscled thigh and—crap—I might have been grinding against him.

  Apparently he turns me on, even in his sleep.

  I inhale, breathing in his masculine scent. It’s like leather and Coke and something deliciously Blaze.

  It’s hard to stop grinding. I really want this guy again.

  The memory of how quickly he wanted me again last night flashes through my mind. The way he rolled me over and started kissing me, like he couldn’t stop. Like keeping his hands off me was an impossibility, even though we’d both just come.

  I have to say, it was damn flattering.

  I don’t have a ton of experience with men. I had a boyfriend my last year of high school, first year of junior college. Then a few hookups after that relationship cooled off and died. And that’s about it.

  Nothing on Earth prepared me for sex with Blaze.

  Do you even call it sex?

  Or is there some other name when it involves spanking and being tied up and taken hard?

  I don’t care what you call it—I loved it.

  I want more.

  The thing that’s confusing me, is what this all means to Blaze.

  Is it only about the fetish? Is he just into someone he can spank and play daddy to?

  I almost moan aloud as I realize how badly I want Blaze to daddy me. I imagine him imposing rules and enforcing them with the kind of discipline he delivered last night.

  Hot.

  But is that a relationship? Or just a hookup? Does he want more than this? I mean, he can’t give me more, can he?

  We work together. What we’re doing is already forbidden. We knew from the start these were like stolen kisses.

  We’re scratching an itch, no more.

  And with that in mind, I start to slowly peel my body from his, holding my breath to keep from waking him. I shouldn’t have spent the night.

  Why didn’t I get dressed and head home when it was over? I can’t believe I fell asleep! He was probably annoyed I hung around.

  Although he didn’t seem that annoyed. His arm was around me, after all. It wasn’t just me plastering my body against his.

  Well, mostly it was, but yeah.

  I slip on my clothes and pick up my shoes, tiptoeing to the living room to put them on. I’m hopping on one foot when a tattooed arm snakes around my waist and lifts me into the air.

  “Where do you think you’re sneaking off to, little dragon?”

  “Oh, um, I…”

  He hasn’t put me down yet. His breath is hot on my neck.

  “There’s no sneaking off. Not unless you want another trip over my knee.”

  Oh lordy.

  My pussy squeezes. Why is it sexy when he treats me like a naughty schoolgirl?

  “Do you have somewhere to go?” He finally sets me down on my feet, but doesn’t release me. “I wanted to cook you breakfast.”

  My heart flutters.

  He wanted to cook me breakfast!

  That doesn’t sound like it was just a hookup, does it?

  “Yeah, okay. I can stay.”

  “Good.” He kisses my neck and releases me.

  I attempt to drag my fingers through my tangled hair.

  “Come here,” he says, taking my hand and pulling me toward the bathroom in his bedroom. He produces a new toothbrush, still in the package. “Toothbrush.” He points to the counter. “Comb.” He opens the cabinet below and indicates the stack of neatly folded terry cloth. “Towels.” He whips the shower curtain open and tips his head toward it. “Make yourself at home. You eat pancakes?”

  I grin at him, stupidly. “Yep.”

  He smiles back. “Great. Take a shower—freshen up. They’ll be ready when you’re done.”

  Swoon.

  Damn. I am falling for this guy.

  Hard.

  I am so screwed.

  Blaze

  I fucking love taking care of Lia. I don’t know why caretaking is my thing, but it probably goes with the hero complex and never feeling like I can do enough.

  Regardless, Lia calling me daddy does something powerful to me. Makes me want to spoil her like a princess.

  And spank her silly.

  I want her turning those big green eyes on me like I’m her everything, the way she did last night. I want her naked and begging for release. I want her on my lap, riding me like a cowgirl. I want to be the recipient of that wide, trusting smile. The guy who makes her troubles cease and gives her a safe place to be herself. I want to know her secrets, good and bad. I want to protect her from anyone who stands in her way, anyone who tries to hurt her.

  Yeah, I’ll be her daddy.

  In a heartbeat.

  But I bett
er figure out how in the hell I’m going to keep us a secret at work. Because the first time she’s in serious danger, I’m going to lose my shit.

  I make a full diner breakfast—eggs, bacon and pancakes with a chocolate chip smiley face. What? She calls me daddy, right?

  When she comes out, fresh-faced and dewy, it’s all I can do to keep from shoving her over the kitchen table and claiming her again. But I’m supposed to be taking care of her, so I adjust my cock and wave her into a seat.

  She smiles as she slips into a chair and I place a heaping plate in front of her. “Smiley pancakes!” she squeals.

  I pull a can of whipped cream from the fridge. “Want some?”

  She nods but opens her mouth.

  Oh fuck. I am not going to survive breakfast. I squirt spirals of whipped cream into her mouth until she waves her hand to stop me, then I pile some on her pancake while she works to swallow.

  “You know how to swallow like a good girl, don’t you?”

  Her lips stretch into a Cheshire cat smile. “Only for you, Big Daddy.”

  I groan and adjust my cock again. “Eat,” I order, too curtly.

  She doesn’t take offense. In fact, I think she enjoys my discomfort as she makes a show of licking whipped cream from her fork.

  I sit across from her and watch her eat while I shovel food in my mouth. When she finishes, she reaches for my plate, starting to rise from her chair.

  “Leave it. I’m taking care of you, remember?” I push my chair back from the table. “Come here.” I crook a finger at her.

  She shakes her head, but still obeys. “Bossy.”

  It gives me pause. I am too bossy. I know I am—it’s a real flaw. It’s ended other relationships. But… she doesn’t seem bothered by it.

  I pull her to stand between my legs and fill my hands with her ass. “How’s your ass today? Still sore?”

  She sways her hips slowly, her hands falling to my shoulders as I destabilize her footing. “A little. A few marks that twinge when I sit.”

  I watch her face closely for clues. “Was it too much?” I switch one hand and rub between her legs.

  “Nope. It was just right.” She lifts one knee and brings it up to my hip, bringing her tits to my face. I nip one through the shirt and slip my fingers into the waistband of her leggings.

  “This is only gonna end one way. You know that, right?”

  She leans forward, her breath hot on my ear. She flicks her tongue. “How’s that, Daddy?”

  It’s on. I push her back enough to get her leggings down her hips and off her toned legs. She’s wearing panties like the ones I kept. The pair that featured in every fantasy I’ve had since I spanked her at the station. I pull them up between her cheeks like I did that night and run my palm over her shapely cheeks. I inspect her ass, relieved to see the marks are minimal—not bruises, just a few splotchy red places. While I stroke her ass, I work the fingers of my other hand over her clit, rubbing and tapping through the thin fabric.

  I peel the panties down. “From now on, you’ll be subject to surprise panty-checks at the station. And let me tell you, honey, I’d better find regulation material covering this heart-stopping ass, or you’ll be in deep trouble.” I palm her ass with one hand and run my fingers along her sopping slit with the other. “And not the fun kind of trouble, either. I will send you home without pay. Understand?”

  She climbs on my lap and unbuttons my jeans. “Yes, Daddy.”

  I’m hard as a rock when she pulls my cock out, and I’m pissed when I realize I don’t have a condom on me again. I make a mental note to put the fuckers in every pocket of every pair of pants I own.

  I lift her off my lap. “Sit here. Spread those knees wide. Yeah, like that.” I arrange her in my chair. “Don’t move, baby, or there will be punishment.”

  “What kind of punishment?”

  I arch a brow and give her a mock stern look before I head to the bedroom to find a condom. When I return, she’s on her knees on the chair, ass out, ready for her punishment.

  “Oh, baby. You were naughty while I was gone.”

  “I know.” She wags her ass. “I guess you’ll have to teach me to obey.”

  I’m so hot, I swing for her ass before I even have a plan. My palm connects with her bare flesh with a loud smack. “Sugarplum, you have no idea what you do to me.”

  She grips the back of the chair as she turns with a naughty smile. “Oh, I might have a clue.”

  I smack her ass again. “You have my number, don’t you, baby?” I deliver several more light slaps until her ass turns a pretty shade of pink, then I pull her down from the chair. As much as I love the idea of taking her on her knees, I don’t want it to be on a rickety wooden chair. I’d probably smash it by the time I was through.

  I sit back down and sheath my cock. “Climb over me, Sparks. Show me what you’ve got.”

  My little girl loves a challenge. She straddles my waist and reaches for my cock, lining it up with her entrance. Then she raises up and lowers herself onto me. Heat tingles at the base of my spine as I sink into her tight channel.

  “That’s it, honey. So good,” I groan. I let her undulate her hips a few times and then I take over, because I’m that kinda guy. I spread my fingers wide over her ass and pull her over my cock, directing each glide as I thrust up into her.

  Her small tits bounce in my face, shifting beneath her shirt, taunting me, but I can’t stop to suck them, because I’m already swimming in pleasure. So much for taking care of my girl this morning. I’m a selfish bastard who can’t wait to come.

  I continue to bounce her, but bring my thumb between her legs, seeking her clit. She squeals when I find it and I reach around to find her anus in the back, applying pressure to the twin pleasure centers.

  “Blaze!” She sounds alarmed, like she’s afraid to let go.

  “Come for me, Lia.” I bite her nipple through her shirt.

  She screeches and bucks, her inner thighs squeezing around my waist as her pussy grabs my dick and tightens.

  “That’s it, little dragon. You come when you’re told,” I praise her and she bucks again, still coming.

  I’ve had enough. I can’t stand another second’s delay. I pick her up, legs still wrapped around my waist and shove my plate to the side to lay her back on the table. I lift her ankles to my shoulders and go to town, pounding into her juicy heat like my life depends on it. I grip her thighs and thrust, push her legs backward toward her shoulders. She bends and contorts like the true athlete she is, teeth chattering from the pounding I’m giving her.

  Lights flash around my periphery and I hear myself shout but then I’m lost between the ecstasy of release and the internal hum of pleasure. When my focus returns, I see Lia staring up at me, eyes wide with wonder.

  “Fuck,” I curse. “Are you okay?” Christ, I probably just bruised her entire back and pelvis fucking her against a hard wooden table. “Did I hurt you?” I pull her torso up until I’m standing, holding her with her legs wrapped around my waist.

  “I’m okay.” She sounds dazed, far away.

  I carry her to my bedroom and lay her on the bed while I dispose of the condom. When I come back, I crawl over her and pin her down, dragging my mouth across her jaw to her neck, then between her breasts. I kiss and nuzzle until her breath returns to normal and her fingers tangle idly in my hair.

  “You sure you’re okay?”

  She flicks my ear. “I’m fine—stop asking.”

  “Uh oh.” I flip her over and start smacking her ass. “Sass will earn you more punishment.”

  She giggles. “I’m counting on it.”

  I slap her a few more times, then pin her wrists in the small of her back. “Here are the rules, little girl. No touching yourself until your next spanking. No matches. If you need to burn something, you come to me and ask for a punishment. No cock-teasing me at work. And no looking at the other guys.” I smack her ass when she giggles. “I’m serious. Your second session will be next Wednesday.�
�� I lean over and kiss her blushing ass before I release her. “Go put your pants back on.”

  It’s abrupt, but keeps us in character. If I’m honest with myself, I’d admit I’m not sure what we are out of character, and it scares me too much to examine. I need her out of here before I start turning into the sap I was with Samantha.

  She rolls up, eyes still wide with wonder, like they were after I fucked her over on the table. She starts to walk past me, but I grab her waist and pull her back. “What do you say?”

  I’m not sure if she’ll slap my face after the way I dismissed her so abruptly, but she throws her arms around my neck and gives me a full kiss. “Thanks, Daddy,” she breezes before she waltzes out of the bedroom.

  My spent cock leaps back to life.

  I don’t know what the hell I’m doing here, but I’d better figure it out quick. Because this thing between the two of us is powerful.

  Chapter 7

  Lia

  We’ve been out on three calls already and I’m starving. We all hit the pasta like we’re carbing up for a marathon and then head to our respective rooms to rest. My phone buzzes with a text.

  My heart picks up speed when I see it’s from Blaze. I need you in my office immediately.

  Oh, hell yes.

  I forget my exhaustion and post-meal sluggishness and swing my legs to the floor to stand. I open my door silently, but it seems Rocket and Scott never made it into their rooms, or they came back out. They’re in the lounge, watching the Mateo Vega—aka The Matador—fight on television. He’s a local favorite because the guy literally never gets hit. Not that I watch boxing, but I’m around guys who do all the time.

  Anyway, their presence makes a visit to Blaze’s office awkward.

  His door is open, though, and I step inside it. His gaze shifts to behind me, and I hear footfalls but don’t turn.

  My brain clamors for something to say. “Uh, can I talk to you about the schedule?”

  He pulls it out and slaps it on the desk. “Sure.”

  I walk toward him. As soon as I’m close enough, he murmurs, “Panty-check.”