The hot firefighter, p.62
The Hot Firefighter, page 62
Jordan
For weeks, I had been planning a romantic night for Breanne and me for Valentine’s Day, and finally, the night was upon us. My mom was babysitting Aaron for us again, and despite my intentions to do everything up right, which included picking Breanne up for our date, it just made more sense for her to drop Aaron off with my mom before coming over to my place.
My doorbell rang at a quarter after six. I was waiting at the door, but counted to ten before opening it. Breanne smiled at me, and the sight of her took my breath away. Her simple black dress hugged in all the right places, fitted across her breasts, but flaring out from her hips. Her black pumps fastened around her ankle with two straps.
“Wow,” I breathed out. “You look stunning, babe.”
She blushed as I held the door open, and she stepped inside. “You’re looking pretty handsome, too.”
“I got you something; wait right here,” I told her before hurrying to the kitchen. When I came back, I held a bouquet of roses out to her.
“Oh, Jordan, they’re beautiful,” she said. She leaned in to inhale their scent.
“White roses for our new beginning, the orange and salmon roses for the passion, desire, and excitement I feel for you and our relationship.”
She stepped into me and pressed her body close, leaving up to kiss me. “Thank you,” she whispered against my lips. I tightened my hold around her and crushed my lips to hers again.
“You’re welcome. Let me put those back in water, and we’ll go.”
“I wish you’d tell me what you have planned!” she called after me as I walked to the other room.
I put the flowers back into water and grinned as I rejoined her. “I like surprising you, though.”
“How about a hint?”
I slid an arm around her waist and kissed her quickly. “Nope.”
We talked about work and Aaron on the drive into downtown Seattle. We were headed near her old neighborhood, and I hoped it didn’t stir up any bad memories. Luckily, Breanne didn’t seem to notice or care as we got closer to the South Lake Union Park. Instead, she let out a little squeal of delight as I maneuvered toward the parking lot at the H.C. Henry Pier.
“Are we going on a dinner cruise?” she asked, turning in her seat toward me.
“Yep.”
“I’ve always wanted to go on one.”
“You’ve never done this?”
“No, never.”
“Well, I’m glad to be your first.”
I parked my car and told Breanne to wait so I could make my way around the car to her. Opening her door, I held my hand out to her as she swung her feet out to the ground. When she did, her skirt inched up her thigh, and I caught sight of her stocking held up by her garter. I swallowed hard, my cock twitching to life as she stood and smoothed her skirt.
“What are you wearing under that dress, babe?” I asked, leaning in close to her ear.
She smiled prettily at me with a look of innocence in her eyes. “That’s my surprise,” she winked before starting to walk away.
I hurried to close and lock the door and caught up with her, putting an arm around her waist and pulling her close to my side possessively. “You know this cruise is two and half hours long.”
“Is that all?” she replied demurely.
“Now that I know you’re wearing those thigh high stockings, all I want to do is bury my head under your dress and see what they’re attached to,” I said lowly in her ear. “I want to lick you and make you come all over my tongue because I can’t get enough of your taste or the way you say my name in the throes of an orgasm. I like making you come, Breanne, and I want to make you come again and again tonight.”
She shivered at my words. “Jordan,” she whispered breathless. She stopped and tugged my tie, bringing my face down to hers. She commanded our kiss, and her tongue slipped against mine as she pressed the length of her body close. Her tempting body rubbed against me, and I thought about turning around and putting her back in my car and going home, forgoing a romantic dinner for more naked time with her. Before my dick could decide the course of the evening, though, my brain kicked in and I pulled back. A little mewing sound came out of Breanne’s mouth, which almost sent me back over the edge, but I inhaled deeply and found my bearings.
“We should board the boat before we give everyone in this parking lot a show,” I told her, kissing the tip of her nose. She glanced around and blushed furiously.
“Oh my God,” she cringed.
“No one is paying us any attention, trust me,” I reassured her. I took her hand in mine and led the way toward the yacht. Giving my name, we were each handed a glass of champagne and led to a window table. I helped Breanne into her seat and then took mine across from her. Several minutes later, we were pulling away from the dock and setting out onto Lake Union. The cruise would take us out to Lake Washington, where we would see the sights of Seattle before heading back to port.
Our conversation over the first course had been pretty casual and after the second course was served, I looked out over the water and smiled.
“What are you smiling about?” Breanne asked as she took a bite of her salad.
“I was just thinking about how I’ve always wanted to learn to sail.”
“You should learn; I bet you’d be really good at it.”
“Because I'm good with my hands?” I teased.
She blushed. “You’re so bad,” she giggled.
“The worst,” I winked. “You bring it out in me, giving me little glimpses of stockings and garters.”
“Why do you want to learn how to sail?” she asked, shaking her head at me as she changed the subject.
“I don’t know. I guess there’s just something about being out on the water, but there’s something especially romantic being out on the water with someone you really care about. Even now, on this chartered yacht with all these other people, all I see is you.”
“So why haven’t you gone out and done it?”
“I’ve never made the time for myself. Not enough time in the day, you know how it is.”
“I do. But everyone needs a hobby or some sort of outlet.”
“I guess I’ve just been focused on being the best firefighter I can be and dedicating myself to my career.”
“I would have never thought you’d sacrifice your personal life to be a firefighter. Not like I have to climb to the top and be a CEO. It’s hard to get to the top in general, but it’s made more difficult because I’m a woman. I’ve had to fight my way to where I am now, and I gave up a lot to get here.”
“Like what?” I asked.
“A social life mostly, and friends.”
“You have Aaron.”
“I do,” she smiled softly. “And, he’s honestly the best thing in my life. But I’ve still sacrificed parts of me that he deserves to make sure I can give him the best life he can possibly have.”
I reached across the table to take her hand. “You’ve managed to take pretty damn good care of your son, and I think that counts for a lot. And, I bet you don't sacrifice as much as you think you do.”
Our conversation shifted to Aaron, and Breanne began telling me about how enthusiastic he had been about baseball and insisting on making her play catch with him. I barely noticed when our waiter cleared our salad plates and brought out our entrees.
“I remember how much I loved playing catch at that age. My mom used to play with me, too.”
“You didn’t know your dad, if I recall. Your mom divorced him when you were young.”
I nodded. “When I was three. He disappeared, never wanted anything to do with me. It didn’t mean much when I was a kid, but as I got older, maybe sometime around middle school, it was harder, not having a dad. I had a couple uncles, but they didn’t live around us, and even if they had, it wouldn’t have been the same. It’s just hard to grow up without a dad, even when you’ve got a really outstanding mom.”
She sat back in her chair, her fork halfway to her mouth and her eyes wide in shock. Shit, I thought to myself. That did not come out right at all.
“I didn’t mean that the way to sound, Breanne,” I said quickly. “I’m sorry. I was talking about my situation, not you and Aaron. My mom was awesome, and I’m positive by the way Aaron talked about you when he was staying with me that you are, too. I just meant there were things I didn’t feel comfortable talking to my mom about. It’s not the same for everyone.”
She didn't say anything for a minute as she seemed to think about what I had just said, instead. “It’s okay, Jordan,” she finally said. “It’s crossed my mind before. I try to be the best mom I can be and do the job of two parents, but I know it’s not the same. For now, it works, but later it might not. It is what it is, though. I can’t go back in time, no matter how hard I wish I could.”
“Whoever the guy is, Aaron’s dad, he must be a real jerk.”
“He’s not,” she replied quickly.
“He has to be,” I pressed further. “Only a loser would leave a woman like you and only an asshole would leave a kid as great as Aaron.”
“He really wasn’t a bad guy, Jordan. He just wasn’t ready.”
“Why are you defending him? He’s not around, is he?”
“No, not exactly...”
“Not exactly? What does that even mean? Aaron has never met his dad, doesn’t know the guy. That sounds very much like the guy isn’t around. Did he even stick around for the birth of his child or did he bail before that?”
“Before.”
I shook my head in disgust. “I’d never do that. Walk away from my kid? No way. I’ll never be like my father. Never. I look forward to the day I get to meet my own kid.”
“It’s not his fault,” she tried to say feebly. “It was my choice,” she added quietly. I looked at her, not sure I heard her right and she squirmed in her seat, looking around quickly before focusing her attention back on her plate of food. “Can we talk about something else?” she finally asked.
Fuck. This was not how I had envisioned our romantic night. “I’m sorry, babe. I didn’t mean to bring up bad memories or make you uncomfortable. I’ve put my foot in my mouth — my mom says I get that from my dad. Let’s finish our dinners, and then we can have dessert. There’s an observation deck up on the second level where we can sit and enjoy the views with some wine after, and I can kiss you under the stars. How does that sound?”
“That sounds lovely,” she smiled.
No one seemed to pay any mind to one another as the dining rooms slowly emptied and couples made their way upstairs to the deck. Everyone was focused on their significant other and nothing else. I put my arm around Breanne to pull her close to my side. She rested her head against my shoulder and pulled her little shawl tighter around her. I hugged her more tightly as we looked out at the stars over the water.
“Jordan?” she said quietly, tipping her face up toward mine.
“Hmm?” I replied, looking down at her.
“Thank you for tonight. It was so thoughtful of you to go to all of this effort, and I want you to know that it is appreciated.”
I kissed her, and it deepened quickly. Her body turned into mine, and I tugged her onto my lap, so I could hold her closer. Her ass rubbed against my lap, and I could feel myself growing thick. I knew she could feel my hardening length when she whimpered into our kiss and grinded her ass into me.
“I can't wait to get back to your place” she whispered in my ear. “I’m so wet for you.”
I groaned and rested my head against her shoulder. “Do you know how badly I want to reach under your dress and find out for myself how wet you are?” I whispered back.
“I think I saw a bathroom back that way,” she replied casually.
“No way,” I shook my head. “As badly as I want you right now, I’m not doing it in a ship bathroom. I can wait.”
“Can you?” she asked mischievously as she shifted in my lap.
My eyes closed, and I gritted my teeth. The temptress in my lap only smiled angelically. I lifted her off my lap and sat her beside me, crossing my legs in the hopes of hiding the bulge of my crotch. Breanne giggled and let one of her hands fall to my thigh, stroking my leg lightly. I grabbed her hands in mine and held them.
“Later,” I promised, staring into her eyes. “Later I will give you everything you’ve ever needed, and you will shout my name while you come the hardest you’ve ever come in your life,” I whispered to her. “You’ll be ruined for any other man, but me.”
“Just you,” she whispered back, her eyes fluttering close.
“Just me,” I smiled.
21
Breanne
The ride back to Jordan’s after our dinner cruise was mostly silent, which as both good and bad. Good because I could reflect on the sweet man that he is and how he had very obviously taken great pains to make sure we had a romantic evening together, but bad because now I was feeling even guiltier for not coming clean to him about being Aaron’s father. I had time to go over our conversation over dinner, and it weighed on me. Not only did I get pregnant and not tell him, but I ran. I pushed him out of my life in a way that ensured he wouldn't come after me. It was so wrong of me and I wanted to tell him the truth, but I don’t know how.
Inside his house, Jordan guided me to the couch. My thoughts were still running away from me, and I teared up a little, wondering if I told Jordan the truth about Aaron, if he’d stay like he said he would or run like I expected he would.
“Hey,” he said worriedly, squeezing my hand. “You okay?”
“I’m good,” I replied quickly, brushing at my eyes. “I was just thinking that I’ve never had someone put so much thought into Valentine ’s Day before.”
“You’ve never dated the right guy.”
“No, I did once...and I really regret the way I ended it.” I looked up at him. “I'm sorry for the way I ended things between us, Jordan. You didn't deserve that.”
He leaned in and kissed me sweetly. “It's the past, babe. We found each other again, and that’s all that matters.”
I nodded and let him pull me close to him as we kissed, this time my mouth opening to his as his mouth assaulted mine. I was desperate to cover the feelings of guilt and anguish creeping up on me with passion. I wanted to forget everything else and just feel what was happening between him and me.
He pulled back with a smile and stood, pulling me to my feet. “Come on,” he said. “I’ve had you on a couch and on a kitchen counter. Tonight, I need you in my bed.”
I followed him to his bedroom and stood in the room as he moved around it. He pulled his phone from his pocket and a moment later, music began to come out of the small speaker near his bed.
I giggled. “What did you pick, a slow jams playlist?” I asked him.
He turned the phone toward me, so I could see the title of the playlist. 90s slow jams. Oh yeah, it is definitely on now.
Jordan advanced on me and backed me up against the wall, pinning me between his arms. His hand slid up my stocking-clad leg until it hit bare skin. My dress followed the upward motion of his hand, and one finger traced the fabric of the garter holding my stocking in place. “What is this attached to?” he asked.
“Wouldn't you like to know?” I teased him.
He leaned in close and nibbled at my eye. “You knew exactly what you were doing, giving me that glimpse getting out of the car, didn't you?”
“Maybe.”
“You she-devil.”
“Mmm,” I murmured in reply. I broke away from him and turned, pushing my hair over one shoulder and looking back at him. “Unzip me?”
He stepped back, a hungry look in his eyes before slowly lowering the zipper of my dress. I turned back to face him and shrugged my arms out first before letting the dress fall to my feet. His jaw went slack as his eyes looked me up and down, his gaze intense. I felt my core clench at the way he looked at me, at the way he licked his lips in anticipation.
“Do you like?” I asked, stepping out of the fabric at my feet and away from him, turning in a slow circle so he could see all of it. My stockings were held up by the garters of a black lace bustier with a matching pair of G-string panties.
“Fuck. Me,” he muttered. He grabbed me around the middle and kissed me hard as his length pressed against me. I could feel his cock straining against the fabric of his dress pants as I reached for the zipper. He grabbed my wrists to still my motions.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“I want to show you my appreciation for dinner,” I said. “Now let me.”
“Breanne,” he warned.
I shook my head. “Don’t argue with me.”
He held his hands up in defeat. “No arguing,” he grinned.
I pulled his dress shirt free and slowly unbuttoned it, letting it hang open as I ran my hands up and down his chest. I pressed a kiss to his flesh over his heart before kissing my way down. I unzipped his pants and pushed them down. They pooled at his feet and Jordan kicked them away as I got on my knees.
His dick was clearly outlined through his white boxer briefs, and I ran my nails up his thighs, causing his whole body to shiver. I ran my tongue over his shaft through his boxer briefs as Jordan reached out to stroke my hair. My tongue circled the head of his dick through our cotton barrier.
“Fuck,” he hissed out. He grabbed the waistband of his underwear and shoved them down, his cock springing free. I looked up at him. “Fuck,” he said again. “You look like fucking sin wrapped in heaven with all that damn see-through lace and the heels.”
“This sin is all yours, Jordan,” I told him, running my hands over my body. My nipples hardened, and I could feel the slickness between my legs. He groaned and reached out to pinch my nipple. I moaned in response.
“Get up here so I can kiss you and have my way with you.”
“Not yet.” I gripped the base of his dick in one hand and lowered my mouth around his tip, taking him slowly in my mouth. His fingers found my hair and tightened as I started moving up and down his shaft, tightening my lips around him. I licked the length of his shaft, and his groan filled the room when my teeth grazed his sensitive skin. He held the back of my head, but didn't force as I continued to suck and tease him, pumping him with one hand. His hips bucked when I squeezed his balls with my other hand
