by Brynn Hale
“Oh, baby, I don’t plan on ever doing that. I promise you.”
A rush of power surges through my body. As much as I wanted to be taken, I remember being the aggressor with him that night and how much I loved it.
Keegan’s lips trail along my jaw, nipping their way to my lips. He lists his head back to catch my gaze. “Don’t over think this. Whatever you want, I’m here for you.” He pushes my long hair over my shoulder, fingers tracing down my spine. “If there’s something you want, tell me, Bryar.”
So many requests interchange through my head. He is giving carte blanche to do whatever I want.I grab his hand, stand, and tug him toward the bedroom.
“This room tells me more about you, than anything you’ve said, Bryar.” His gaze takes in the muted hues of gold and purple.
“Really? What does it say?”
“You want to be treated like a queen.” His brown eyes warm to melted chocolate. “To be worshipped. And I’m going to do just that.”
My heart trips in my chest. I do want to be treasured. I want it so bad. I had to turn off that part of me because of my past. I only did things I need to live now because wanting more and getting nothing became frustrating.
“I’m falling for you, Keegan.”
“Baby, I fell that first night we were together, I just didn’t know how hard.”
People could hurt in so many ways. He wanted more, too. We could be happy for the long run, but right now, the attention would quell whatever ache inside of us, repairing what we’d put cracks in.
Keegan grazes his lips over my cheek. “Let’s think of this as an adventure.” His soft breath near my ear causes tingles to travel my spine.
His long fingers linger at the hem of my T-shirt and I lift my arms for him. I throw back my hair after the fabric crosses my head. Dark brown waves cascade down my back, tickling as they stroke my skin. His lips brush over mine first lightly, then harder, and finally, he consumes me, taking me like I want.
My stomach rides a wave. I want him more than anything in this life. This is love. Two people connecting and making a commitment. Going to where nothing exists but pleasure. Where the heartache is no more.
I break the kiss and lift his shirt. He pulls the soft fabric over his head. His physique is GQ modelesque. Hard abs. Those ledges that stick out on his hips.
“Fuck, you’re hotter than I remember.”
His hot lips brush across my shoulder and around my back, his fingers making quick work of my bra clasp. The cream-colored silk fabric floats to the floor.
His large hand presses carefully into my stomach and backs me into him. His hard cock burns into my lower back, and even through his pants there is no denying his size is impressive.
“Keegan,” I moan his name as he flutters his hands up my stomach to grasp my breasts. The round globes swell in his warm hands. My nipples crest to tiny mountains. He tugs the peaked tips in between his thumb and finger. Zings of pleasure zapped through my lower stomach to my pussy. “Keegan…”
“Yes?” His hot breaths heat against my ear.
“Are you clean?”
He chuckles and the motion makes his lips brush my neck, goose bumps following behind his touch. “You sure know how to kill a mood.”
I reach back and brush my hand over his jeans, inhaling quickly when his cock expands and contracts under my touch. “I’d say there’s only one thing that will get rid of that.”
“I’m clean. Tested before you, no one after the test and no one after. I only wanted you, Bryar.”
I giggle. “We really pretty much just fucked the first time, didn’t we?”
He steps around me. “No. What we did was more than that. I know you know this, too. Do remember when we stilled, and our breathing matched, and I said that I could do this forever with you?”
My skin burns with the memory. I do remember and I remember how it made me want to run. Run far away. But now I want to stay.
“I do,” I whisper with some trepidation.
“I meant it.”
“And I ran then, too.”
“But now we’re here, and I’m not going anywhere.”
“Me, too.” I sigh as his hands caress their way over my body.
“You want it slow and soft or rough and hard?” His voice turns husky and raw.
Fuck. No one had ever asked me that. My knees tremble and one of his hands releases my breast to wrap my waist.
He growls in my ear. “I’ll take that as a rough and hard.”
I nod, words failing to form in my pheromone hazed brain.
Keegan’s hands slid in my yoga pants, guiding them over my curvy hips.
“Your body is fucking unbelievable, Bryar.” Excitement resonates through his voice. “I can imagine how beautiful you’ll be with our baby growing inside of you.”
I explore his warm skin and tight muscles with my mouth. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
I step out of my pants and there I stand in only a black cotton thong.
Keegan slides back and his gaze takes it all in. “I’ll say it again. Fucking amazing.”
Warmth tingles my face and chest at his sincere words.
He reaches out and slips a finger under the edge of the thong, using the hold to haul me along as he walks backward toward my king-sized bed. More room to roll around on.
My eyelids weight as he holds me close and glides his hand full inside the waistband and trails his middle finger down until he was petting my clit with slow tortured strokes.
I close my eyes to feel every moment. The pressure increases slightly and my legs buckle.
“Quick on the trigger are we, Miss Dennings?”
“Don’t stop,” I pant.
He draws his hand out. “But a little tease will make it all that much better.”
Reaching down, he lifts under my ass, his sinewy arms tensing around me. I slide my hands over is hair and he brings us down on the bed with him on top of me.
My heart ticks a little faster knowing this is coming true. I’m taking a step toward knowing the real me. The real us.
He rolls me off, stands, and strips his remaining clothes. His flushed cock juts impressively from his body. Uncircumcised and much thicker than I remember. But I’m not intimidated. This is about exploring and enjoying, not overthinking. Keegan encourages me think differently and clearly, not shoving away what I want, but to live in the moment. From that first time together, he was showing me how I’d never been truly present in my life and how I could be.
“You know what, fuck it. With how you’re looking at my cock, I can’t wait to be inside that tight pussy of yours.”
Other guys had described my pussy as a velvet fist around their dick. They’d lost their shit before they’d known the big boom was going to happen. But not Keegan. He’d waited until I had my fireworks before he got his.
“Hard and quick?” He rocks his hand along his cock.
“Well, not too quick…” I mumble and he chuckles back.
He lifts my legs until the back of my thick thighs rest against his hard chest and wiggles the piece of remaining fabric down my legs, kissing my ankles as he throws the thong over his shoulder.
I scoot back on the bed and he crawls up, lifting my legs and wrapping them around his waist as he uses his cock to situate himself barely inside my body. With one arm folded under and grasping my neck, and the other at my side, holding him up slightly, he held my gaze as he dropped his hips and his cock buries so deep that I let out a small whimper.
“Too much?” His eyes search mine.
I pant quickly and wait for the rush of pressure to lessen. “No, so fucking good.” Arching my neck, I use my legs to pull him in even farther and he rolls a line of cuss words longer than I’d ever heard from any man.
“Fuck, yes,” I pant back at him. Having his cock inside of me was like being impaled on a piece of slick, warm granite.
“Do you like a little pain in your pleasure, Bryar?”
“Just a little.�
�� And a lot.
His hips draw away and he drives back inside me. A rainbow of color invades the sides of my vision as my stomach burns and I can feel the pulsing starting inside of me.
“Bryar, stay with me. Fuck you’re so tight and hot.”
I plant my feet onto the bed and meet his next pounding stroke. His hands slip under my shoulders and he lifts my chest to his as he moved us to the headboard, never stopping his assault on my body.
He places my back against the soft headboard. “Grab the headboard, Bryar.”
My fingers white-knuckled the top edge as he lifts my ass out a little. “There you go.”
His hips increase pace. Fire breathes from his mouth across my chest as a low burn ignites inside of me. Little rockets of pleasure whiz through my nerves. He slows his thrusts.
“Not yet…” He pants. “I’ll tell you when you get to come.”
I rock my head back and forth on the headboard wanting so badly to let the rush take me over, but the intense gaze of his eyes tells me he knew what he was doing.
“I can’t hold out forever.”
“Bryar, we are forever. I love you.”
I press my lips to his. “I love you, too.”
His thrusts slow until he is inching inside of my body. “Oh, baby, this is gonna be good. Can you feel that? Your pussy’s trembling on my cock.”
His hand brings my hands together and covers them on the headboard. His plunging hips increase pace as his soft lips lower to mine and he starts a gentle kiss. The motion of our tongues matches the pulsing of my body, each round of rolling increases in fervor and pace until I’m rocking with small bodyquakes on each plunge of his hard cock.
One hand wraps low under my ass as his cock reached new depths in my body, touching places I’ve never experienced with every long, deep plunge.
“Keegan … shit… I can’t hold out anymore.” With each crash of his cock, my body vibrates like a tuning fork slammed on a block of wood.
“Just hold on…” A long line of sweat trickles down his brow. He’s delaying his orgasm, too. Something I’ve never experienced, but his concentration is impressive. I’m not sure I can stop mine this time, but if he demands it, I’ll give him what I can.
Forever.
My neck arches as I quell a long quake, pushing away the want to wait for the need to overcome me.
“Look at me. Bryar. Fucking look in my eyes.” Like that night, he needs that contact, making our time more personal, not only a fantastic fuck, but more. A lot more. Commitment and a connection for both of us.
I stare into his eyes and his cock swells inside of me.
“Now, baby. Let that sweet pussy come hard on my cock now.”
Like the blast of a stick of dynamite, nerves singe with rolling pulses that explode low in my body. I close my eyes and allow the scorching heat to cross me over into a state where I’m mumbling his name and every molecule in my body reaches out to him. The release is everything he’d claimed it would be. Everything I remember. Everything.
He meshes our upper bodies and buries his head into my shoulder after a long, deep thrust and his sweat kissed body quakes. I dig my fingers into his hair to hold him there, cherishing him and his ability to keep his promises.
His breaths slow a little behind mine. My body still flutters inside, remaining tremors of him will stay with me for a while.
Keegan withdraws from my body and pulls me onto his chest. I’m lulled into a state of blissful submission.
“Marry me, Bryar. Please say you’ll be mine.”
“I already said ‘yes’.”
His hand stops sliding up and down my arm. “That’s what that yes was on the couch?”
I smile. “Forever, Keegan.”
Epilogue
Keegan
“One more push, sweetheart. One more…”
“You said that ten pushes ago!”
He chuckles. “I know, but it’s one at a time. Right?”
“This kid feels like he’s going to fucking Einstein. How big is his head?”
We’d decided to find out what we were having. A boy. A baby boy. A round of cigars were had outside of the station on that news.
My wife bears down and her hand tenses around mine. I’ll take any of the pain if it helps her.
I’m pretty sure it doesn’t.
“Okay, he’s crowning. One big push and you’ll be holding a baby in your arms, Bryar.” The doctor gives me a hopeful look.
We’re to the point of no turning back. It’s been twenty-six hours of labor and Bryar’s been a trooper, but she’s exhausted.
She bears down once again and the doctor nods.
“Yes, like that. Exactly.” And a small body slips into her hands. “Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Zraa, you are parents of a baby boy.”
I almost wasn’t here for the event. I was on duty. But Boscoe filled in for me cause that’s what we do at Station 1. And now I would have two weeks off on paternity leave, times were changing and thankfully. I couldn’t wait to get to know my son.
After a little clean up, the nurse hands the baby off to me.
I pull the blanket back a little. He’s got my nose. He’s got her chin. He’s got the creamiest light cocoa skin. The perfect blend of Bryar and me. Us.
I tip my arms for my wife to see him. “Say hello to Mommy, Brayden Kael Zraa.”
“Are you sure?” she looks up with hopeful eyes.
We’d discussed—a lot—about names. I wanted Baxter, she wanted Brayden. The station pulled for Baxter. Jacque and Evan for Brayden.
“He’s obviously a Brayden. We’ll just get a dog and name him Baxter.”
“Or a brother…” Her green eyes flash, those long brown lashes twinkling.
“One baby at a time, sweetheart.” But I know it won’t be the last. I can barely keep my hands off of her.
“Is it safe?” I hear the voice and turn. My mother’s head peaks around the corner.
“Come in Mom,” Bryar calls out.
I’ve never seen two women bond like these two have. And guess who decided Colorado didn’t need to be her forever home. Not when her grandson was going to be in Passion Point. So she’s living with us…temporarily.
She’s found an apartment. Her teacher retirement holding her over and her substituting in the school system probably paying most of her bills.
“Is this...” she clasps her hands to her mouth and her words come out all garbled. “My grandson?”
“No, this is a loaner, ours is still being cleaned up.” My sarcasm occasionally slips out.
She slaps me upside the head. I deserved it. “Not funny. Has momma gotten to hold him?”
“Not yet.”
“Then make it happen, son.”
My wife holds our son and he nuzzles into her. She drops him to her breast and he suckles in the most beautiful moment of my life. Well, second. That moment in the back of my SUV is still the tops.
Minutes later, my wife’s handing him off to my mom and she’s burping him. He lets go of a manly burp and we all laugh.
“That’s my boy.” I smile.
I’m blessed.
I’m forever loved.
~THE END~
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BAXTER
Chapter One
Baxter
It’s been the longest twenty-four hours of my life. Changing fire stations was meant to be a new start, but I’ve already messed up twice. And errors as a firefighter almost always have consequences that will last a lifetime for many people. Thankfully, a couple others helped me out and everything worked out, but still.
Not good.
This isn’t my first fire station rodeo. I was stationed in Boston at Ladder 29, but that came and went when I was filmed by the local TV station being thrown across the street into a bunch of prickly bushes and ending up with thorns in my ass—ironic, not really.
“Cars rarely explode,” is
what we’re told. Until they do and the local TV station films every piece of your butt having a thousand thorns removed by EMTs while your station crew cackles.
After that, I decided to take a break—a medically demanded break—and find a new station, outside of Boston. A little less intense, a little more laid back. Seems there’s no such thing.
I knew going in that firefighting was going to be hard. But it seems like the Universe is telling me that I should turn around and march my way out of the station. I’m sitting in front of the Passion Point Fire Department Chief Holman. His massive walnut desk between us, I’m wondering if the hard parts are worth it.
“After a review, the committee finds that you weren’t at fault in the incident and all the precautions were taken. No actions will be taken and the incident is wiped from your record. Cars do apparently explode, but the case is closed and I’m hoping you can move on understanding sometimes things happen.”
“I’m just thankful no one died.”
He closes the file and leans back. “I am too.”
I’ve heard stories about him. He’s seen his own pain—lost his firefighting son, almost lost his own life to cancer recently, came to accept his daughter dating and marrying a firefighter in this very station, divorced and now remarried to the same woman—he’s got a laundry list of challenges, but he’s still here. I just wonder if I should be.
“Mills, you’re going to have to make accepting the bad as part of the job. No, we don’t like it when something goes wrong, but we’re human. A call never goes the way we think it will in any emergency, whether it be a traffic accident or a multi-alarm fire. The best thing to do is to expect the unexpected.”
“Will do, Chief. Is there anything else?”
He stands and holds out his hand. “Not right now. Glad to have you on the team and I’m sure you’ll fit in just fine here.”
I shake it. “Great. I’ll get back to work then.”
A smirk pulls at the corners of his mouth. “Be careful out there.”
Right…okay. Weird.