Dirty Stepbrother - A Firefighter Romance (The Maxwell Family)

by Alycia Taylor

  “Oh. Sorry. Oh.”

  We turned around and saw an old couple standing at the door just staring at us. We quickly straightened up and stood to the side while they walked in. We were on the tenth floor, and we all stood in silence as the elevator slowly made its way up two more floors to let us out. We grabbed our bags and didn’t look at the couple as we rushed out. As we got to our door, we burst out laughing. Xavier opened the door, and as we walked in, we dropped our bags and began kissing in the entryway. Xavier pulled off my shirt and undid my bra as if he’d been doing it his whole life. I leaned against the wall as he knelt down and sucked my nipples. He pulled off his shirt and pushed himself against me, kissing me while his hands roamed freely around my chest. He picked me up, kissing me all the way to the bedroom. We almost fell over a few times as he wasn't looking where he was going, and when we finally made our way to the bedroom, he dropped me down onto the bed. He took off my boots, pulled off my leather pants and my underwear, and then lifted my legs up and placed them around his neck as he bet down to lick me.

  “That’s so good,” I gasped as his tongue moved inside me.

  He lifted his head up. “Good,” he said before going back down again.

  I relaxed back and allowed myself to let it happen, closing my eyes and smiling with each lick and movement of his tongue. He was good at this. So good. I shuddered as my body gave in to the motion, and came longer and harder than I’d ever come before. Ever since the first night we’d slept together, I’d thought of doing it again with him. The moment I came, and he pulled away, I scooted back onto the bed, opened my legs, and told him to take the rest of his clothes off. There was no way that I was done with him. The orgasm had been amazing, but I wanted him inside me. He smiled, grabbed a condom, and pushed himself into me. Xavier and I were like two puzzle pieces that had finally found out that we were the perfect match for one another. I didn’t feel whole without him inside me, and as he thrust against me and kissed me, I was surprised to find myself getting excited all over again. When he came, I came too.

  Afterwards, he climbed off me, and I pulled the duvet up over us for some warmth. The hotel room was chilly, but neither of us had noticed it until then. I closed my eyes as he wrapped his arms around me and soon found myself drifting off. When I woke up, I saw that it was an hour later, and Xavier was still fast asleep. I slowly climbed out of bed and made my way to the shower. I had just finished washing my hair when I heard the door open and saw Xavier standing completely naked in front of me. I grinned as he got into the shower with me and immediately started kissing me. All of a sudden, I found myself on the floor of the shower, his penis inside my mouth as he held onto my head. I wanted to do something for him just like he had done for me, and I was glad that he was so ready and willing for it as his shaft slid back across my tongue as far as it could go. Afterward, we finished showering together, not saying anything, but stopping just to kiss each other every now and again. When we were finished, we climbed back into bed.

  “Okay, now I’m ready to sleep,” I said and chuckled.

  He pulled me towards him again, and I felt sadness suddenly settle over us. We’d just experienced the most incredible night of our lives, but we both knew that we were only trying to make the most of each other because we knew it couldn’t last. It had felt like it was our last night together, and it had made the night bittersweet.

  The next morning, we woke up late, and I laughed at the sight of the hotel room. My bra and shirt still lay in the front entryway.

  “So this is what our hotel room looks like,” I said as I made my way around the room. It was a top-notch room, but the night before I’d barely looked at it.

  “Do we have to leave?” he asked me.

  I looked at Xavier and sighed. “What are we going to do?”

  “What do you want to do?” he asked me.

  “That was the best night I’ve ever had.”

  “I feel like there’s a silent but at the end of that sentence.”

  “But I’m not sure we should do it again,” I said. “It’s too difficult, Xavier. I’m lying to my father. He’ll die if he finds out what we have done.”

  “Is it really so wrong?” he asked.

  I shrugged. “I honestly have no idea anymore. I need to figure out what to do. I’m not sure that I can be away from you. But I’m not sure that I can lie to my father either.”

  “Maybe we should tell him,” Xavier suggested.

  “So, does that mean you’re serious about me?” I asked.

  He smiled. “Are you kidding me? I’ve never been more serious about anything in my entire life. That was . . . well . . . I don’t even have words for last night, to be honest.”

  I smiled sadly at him. “Me too.”

  “I’ll wait for you, Holly. I’ll wait for you until you can be with me.”

  “What if I can’t ever be with you?”

  “I’m just going to hope that’s not the case.”

  I looked at him then, sitting in bed without his shirt on. Life was cruel. Xavier was all I had ever wanted in life. I had always known that but never allowed myself to dream about it. Now he was here, in my bed, telling me that he wanted me, and it felt wrong. It felt right and wrong all at the same time. Either way, someone was going to get hurt. I just had to decide who it was going to be.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Xavier

  Two weeks had passed since that night with Holly. She’d taken a cab home the following morning even though I’d asked her if I could take her home. She’d looked so sad and so confused, and I felt like nothing I did would make her feel better. She needed space, and she needed time to think, and I had to give it to her. I expected her to at least call me the next day, but when days turned into weeks, I started to wonder if I’d blown it. We’d taken it too far, and now I lost her for good. Even Rick hadn’t called me over in a while, which was unlike him. I usually went there at least twice a week. He often had reasons for inviting me over, a leaking pipe, or something that needed looking into. I used to wonder if he broke things on purpose just to get me to come over. But now I barely heard from him. Was he upset with me or was he just busy now with Holly around? Maybe he just wasn’t so lonely anymore. Or maybe, deep down, he sensed that I had done something wrong. I couldn’t help but feel guilty about the whole thing too. I had promised Rick that I would look after his daughter.

  I got to work early that day even though I didn’t have to. I didn’t feel like being home alone and I wanted something to distract me. I headed straight over to make myself a cup of coffee when suddenly I heard the fire alarm go off. I jumped right into action, kitted myself up, and ran to help the guys.

  The fire had taken place a few blocks away from the station, which in a way was lucky as it meant we could get there in no time. Unfortunately, the fire was big and already out of control. When I arrived, the smoke was everywhere, and people were running around screaming and begging us to help. Some members of the team helped to rope off the place and made sure that the people from the nearby houses were kept safe, while the rest of us went to the main house to attend to the fire. There were a lot of us working on it, mostly because it had spread so quickly.

  “Mister! Mister!”

  I turned to see a little girl running towards me and calling for me. She was covered in soot, and her wide eyes looked even larger and even whiter against the dirt. I ran to her and picked her up. I had no idea where she even came from as the area had been sectioned off and nobody from the public should be allowed here. She was so small, and when I picked her up, I couldn’t believe how light she was. She was terrified, and I could feel her entire body trembling in my arms.

  “What are you doing here? Where are your parents?” I said. It was not safe for her to be anywhere near the house and I was desperate to get her away.

  She spoke but I couldn’t make out what she was saying.

  “What’s wrong?” I yelled over the noise. I could barely hear her.

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��My dog,” she said, and tears began streaming down her face. The tears left a streak down her dirty face. “My dog is still inside. I tried to go in, but the smoke scared me. Pumpkin. That’s her name. She’s going to be so scared. I tried to get her.”

  “You can’t go in there. Are you sure Pumpkin is still there? Maybe they got her?”

  She shook her head. “No. She’s not here. She’s inside. A man came to get me and my parents, but they left Pumpkin. When I turned around, she was still in the room. She was too scared to come out because of the fire. I tried to get the man to go back in, but he said that we can’t. He said it’s not safe. But that means Pumpkin is going to die if we don’t get her. I’m so worried. She’s going to be so scared.”

  “Where are your parents now?”

  She looked around and pointed to a couple standing on the far right. They were shouting out towards the house and were obviously distraught that their daughter was missing. We rushed towards them, and they screamed with relief when they saw her.

  “Where did you go? We were so worried.”

  “I went to look for Pumpkin. We can’t leave her. We can’t leave her.” The little girl was sobbing now. When she looked at me, I saw the pleading in her eyes, and I knew what I had to do without her saying anything to me. We’d been trained as firefighters not to let emotions take over our decisions, and I knew this might get me into trouble. But, something in her eyes made me ignore my head and listen to my heart, despite the consequences.

  It wasn’t safe to go back into the house even though the men were doing their best to get the house under control. But I couldn’t let something happen to the dog. Especially not with this little girl begging for me to help her. I would never be able to live with myself if something happened to her dog and I didn’t at least try and save her.

  “You wait here with your mom and dad, okay? I’m going to see if I can find Pumpkin.”

  “You will?” she asked between sobs.

  “I’ll do my best.”

  Her parents tried to stop me. Then one of the other firemen tried to stop me. But I ran in regardless, ignoring the fact that I was doing something dangerous. I couldn’t think about myself or what might happen, and I certainly couldn’t think about what my boss would say if he knew that I was going in. We were always warned about moments like this, and here I was going against what he had always taught me. Thankfully I’d been in the house earlier, and I had a fair idea of the layout, although it looked different now that the smoke inside had increased. I made my way straight over to the bedroom and hoped that the dog would still be there. I held my breath when I saw a small bundle in the corner. The dog didn’t look alive, but I didn’t have time to think about it. I just wrapped her up in a blanket and ran back outside. The moment I got out, I fell to the ground and tried to breathe in the fresh air. The smoke had gotten into my lungs, and I was having difficulty breathing. Kenny came running towards me with water and helped me back to my feet. I looked down at the bundle, and then out into the distance where I knew the little girl was waiting. I knelt down and opened the blanket and breathed a sigh of relief when the little dog looked up at me with big and grateful eyes. I picked her up and took her back to the little girl.

  “Pumpkin! You got Pumpkin!” she said as she took the dog from me and burst into fresh tears.

  “Of course I did. Come on, let’s get the dog some oxygen. The poor thing has breathed in a lot of smoke.”

  I leaned over and kissed the girl on the forehead and told her that Pumpkin was one very lucky dog to have an owner like her. She looked at me and smiled, and I wished I could take a photo of that moment to save forever. It made me feel like I was worth something. I asked one of the men close by to bring the oxygen and help the dog.

  “Thank you,” her mother said to me through her own set of tears.

  “She’s a good girl. Great heart,” I said to her mother.

  I ran back off with Kenny and continued helping the men with the fire. It took us hours to finally get it out, and by the time we were finished, we had managed to save most of it. I have no idea how we did it, but when I looked at the damage to the house at the end, I was surprised by how much of it remained intact. The way the fire was raging, I thought the entire place would be gone. I felt mentally and physically drained by it, and I couldn’t wait to sit down.

  “You did well,” the chief said to the team as we made our way back to the station. “Xavier, a word please.”

  I groaned as I stepped away from the boys and went to the boss. I knew I was about to get an earful for what I had done. The last thing I wanted at that moment was for him to tell me that I was in trouble when all I wanted to do was to put my feet up and relax.

  “You shouldn’t have gone back into the house like that,” he said. “There’s no point in putting yourself in danger that way. I need my boys to be on alert. You don’t just rush in without thought or plan.”

  I nodded. I wasn’t even going to try and deny what I had done. “I know. I’m sorry. I did have a plan though, but you’re right, I shouldn’t have.”

  He shook his head. “I’m just glad you got out alive, and I’m glad you saved that little girl’s dog. You did well today, Xavier.”

  “You’re not mad?”

  “I’m a little mad. But I’m also very proud. I know I don’t say that often enough.”

  I thanked him and made my way back to the station. It had been a horrible few weeks, but I was glad that I was at least able to do something good today. I felt pleased with myself. I might not be able to make Holly happy, but I’d saved a little dog from the fire and made the day of a little girl. That felt good. I felt that I was at least good for something. I would give anything to go home and just spend the night holding Holly but that wasn’t going to happen, and I was just going to have to accept it. I thought about calling her and telling her about what had happened, but I didn’t want her to come to me just because she felt sorry for me. I sighed. She was too good for me anyway. Holly deserved someone much better. Not someone who made promises to her father that he couldn’t keep.

  “Hey man, want to come out for some beers tonight?” Kenny asked as I walked inside.

  I wanted to be with Holly. I wanted to climb into bed with her and to feel her hands all over me. I wanted nothing more than to put my lips against hers. But that wasn’t going to happen.

  “Yeah, that sounds great, actually.”

  “We’re going to go for dinner at the old Kansas Café in town first, though. We’re all starving, and I don’t think anyone is in the mood to even think about cooking. We all just want to go out and forget about what happened.”

  “That’s a great idea. That is exactly what I want to do too. Okay, I’m just going to go home to shower and change. I’ll meet you there.”

  I got home, hopped into the shower, and spent a long time scrubbing the day off. I always felt like I needed about ten showers after a major fire. Nothing seemed to get that smell off me. I was in the shower for a long time, and when I got out and got changed, I saw that it was already late. I called Kenny, but he said that none of them had even left yet. Seemed like everyone was in the same situation as me. We agreed to meet at the café in half an hour. Whoever got there first would get the other person a beer. I took my time and then made my way out. I had never been readier for a big glass of beer in my life.

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Holly

  I couldn’t stop thinking about Xavier. It was getting to the point that it was starting to hurt without him. I’d wake up with a headache or bellyache, and I was sure it was from the stress of not seeing him. I wanted nothing more than to kiss him again. Even nothing talking to him was torture. But I couldn’t bring myself to see him. I had no doubt in my mind that I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from being with him. We’d taken it too far. We couldn’t be friends. We’d crossed the line, and there was now no turning back. We both knew it.

  My father had been unusually quiet too. He usually brought
Xavier into the conversation at some point in the day, and always seemed to want to have him over. According to him, Xavier used to come over at least twice a week to visit. But for a while, my father hadn’t said a thing. He’d barely mentioned Xavier’s name since I’d come home after the night at the hotel, and I hadn’t dared say anything either. Did my father know that something had happened? Had he maybe called the hotel to find out if we’d had separate rooms? I didn’t realize that there were so many ways for him to find out but if he was savvy enough, he could discover the truth quickly. We hadn’t been nearly as secretive as we perhaps should’ve been and now we were paying for it. I needed to get my dad off my case, so when he asked me if I wanted to go out with Ryan, I said yes. He seemed delighted even though I clearly didn’t look all that excited. But at least, for now, it would make my father see that there was nothing going on between myself and Xavier.

  When the day of the date rolled around, my father was in a better mood than I’d seen him in a long time. He kept smiling and was much more talkative than usual. He even offered to take me out to buy some clothes, and when I told him I was fine, he insisted. In the end, I gave in and I went to the mall with him to find an outfit. My father had never shown an interest in what I wore before and had always preferred me in something conservative. So I was surprised when he pointed out a light blue dress that was a little more daring than something I’d normally wear. I bought it without even bothering to try it on.

  There was half an hour to go until Ryan was to pick me up. I put on my dress and looked in the mirror. The dress was gorgeous, and it suited me. It was just such a pity that it was Ryan that was going to see me in the dress and not Xavier. I straightened my hair, put a bit of makeup on and some heels and headed downstairs to wait.

  “You look beautiful,” my dad said when he saw me. “What a beautiful daughter I have. Who knew I was so good at shopping for clothes.”