Bad Boy's Kiss (Firemen in Love Book 2) (20 page)

“It ain't enough. I'm sick of sitting on my ass not being able to work. If I don't do something more, I'm gonna go crazy.”

I knelt beside him. “What were you doing outside, Max?”

“Your nasty chickens,” he muttered. “You said their house was all covered in bird crap. You hadn't been cleaning it as much because of the baby. So I thought I'd...”

“You cleaned it for me?” I put my hand over his. “But why? You hate chickens with a passion.”

“And they hate me right back.” He laughed. “I got the dang thing mostly cleaned out – nastiest thing I've ever done. Would rather go into a burning building. Well, anyway, your hose busted. Thought I'd be clever and finish the job with pond water. Sure you can imagine how that went.”

“You were so bored, you spent the afternoon cleaning chicken crap.”

He nodded. “That, and... I wanted to help you out, too. You're doing so much for me while I sit around, helpless to do anything for myself. It's just not right.”

I'd been using all my willpower to keep my pants on around him. Knew if I let him have me again, it would be the dumbest idea ever – because my feelings would grow stronger while he continued planning his exit strategy.

At best, we'd be friends with benefits because Max was never gonna settle down.

His pick-up lines, I could resist. But this, doing something nice for me out of the kindness of his heart? Yeah, I was helpless against that kind of come-on.

“Why don't we both get cleaned up, then I'll order us a pizza? I was going to cook some healthy fish and veggies, but the doctor said I needed to put on more weight.” I squeezed my thigh flab. “I think he's crazy, personally.”

“Darlin', you'll be gorgeous no matter how fat you get.”

I laughed. “Thanks, I guess? Doubt you'll be saying the same once I'm nine months and look like a beached whale.”

“I've never had a thing for pregnant women before.” He gently touched my belly. “But you make it look good somehow.”

“Are you saying you have a thing for me?”

“Oh, you know I do.”

Sexually, sure, we had the most amazing chemistry I'd ever felt with a man. But sex couldn't always be everything. I wanted more than that. I needed a man who wouldn't bail on me. Who'd love me the way I did him.

It saddened me that Max could probably never be that man. At best, I could enjoy him until he yearned for his freedom again.

I got my shower, and was glad to rinse all that scummy pond water off of me. When I went to get dressed, I first reached for my comfy sweat pants, then had a change of heart.

Max kept making remarks about my butt. Well, if he wanted an eye full, I decided I was going to give it to him. I slipped into my silkiest, shortest shorts, knowing full well what would happen if I wore them.

When I was done, I found the living room lights dimmed and candles lit on the coffee table where we usually ate together. Max parked his chair in front of the TV and was muttering to himself about the lack of shows to watch.

“Max? What is all this?”

He dropped the remote and strained to pick it up, even though it would have been easier for me to hand it to him.

“You've been all stressed out lately, especially with your parents hanging around. Just thought it might help to relax you a little.” He shrugged. “It's not much, but I'll admit I'm not a very sensitive guy. I got no idea how this kind of thing works.”

“You did good.”

I kissed his cheek. He flinched.

“You're making me feel weird, Anna. I don't know if I like it.”

He was confused, it seemed. So was I.

“I'm sorry. Go hop in the shower and I'll order the pizza. What do you want on your half?”

“Anchovies and pineapple.”

I gaped at him as he rolled away to the bathroom. “Are you
trying
to make me throw up?”

“Just kidding.” He grinned. “Knew it would get a rise out of you. You're cute when you're mad, y'know.”

“If you don't hurry up and tell me what you really want, I'm getting you black olives.”

He stuck his tongue out. “Then
I'm
gonna throw up. Pepperoni, sausage, and mushrooms sound just fine for me.”

He shut the door and got in the shower. It was tough going for him with those broken legs – he had to haul himself into the bathtub and sit down in it to bathe.

I worried that he might one day hurt himself. I also couldn't stop thinking about how he looked naked in that steamy room, water streaming down his back...

I ordered the pizza and it came in record time, just as he was getting out of the shower. When he emerged, he wore only boxers. I tried not to drool.

“Think I'm getting a bit flabby.” He pinched his stomach. “Can't get any real exercise done in this chair. Soon as I'm out, I'll be hitting the gym seven days a week.”

“You look pretty amazing to me.” Then I realized how that must've sounded and blushed. “Come on; let's chow down.”

We ate together on the couch while we took turns picking what show to watch. He put on some show about blowing stuff up in the name of scientific discovery. I chose a program on the DIY Network, which, coincidentally, featured a family building their baby an adorable nursery.

“When the kid comes, where are you gonna put it?”

“I'd like to have a nursery, but I'm not the most handy person. Guess I'll just stick a crib in the spare bedroom and maybe hang some decorations.”

He shook his head. “That ain't good enough. You and your baby deserve a nursery just like that one on TV.”

“I agree, but I don't think it's in the cards.”

He took a huge bite of pizza and thought while he chewed. After a long while, he swallowed and turned to me.

“I'll do it. I'll make you a nursery.”

“You? But... Why?”

“Because you need one,” he said, and that was that. “Soon as my legs are better, I'll get to work on it. Shouldn't take too long to set up.”

“I thought you were eager to get home. And your job, aren't they going to get upset with you for taking off so much time?”

He looked away. “They, uh, got someone to fill in for me temporarily, so it's all good. And yeah, I miss home, but I owe you. You've been kind and patient with me. I gotta pay you back somehow.”

“Well, thank you. You know, you're a pretty decent guy when you want to be.”

He snorted. “Yeah. Trouble is, I usually
don't
wanna be. Being the bad boy is much more fun.”

“That's precisely what worries me about you.”

I got up to throw away my plate. Max gave my ass a good slap. When I yelped and turned around, he was grinning.

“Sorry. What did you expect would happen if you dressed like that in front of me?”

I rubbed my sore flesh. “You just can't help yourself, can you?”

“No.”

He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me into his lap. This time, I didn't try to stop him. Our lips met in frenzied, needy kisses; our tongues danced as his hands roamed my body. The heat rose rapidly in me. I had to have him now, no more waiting.

I was unsure how one had sex with broken legs, but that was merely a logistical problem that we'd surely work out in no time.

Max tugged at my shirt, so I pulled it off, despite being more than a little nervous to show him my protruding belly.

His eyes widened at my nakedness. To my surprise, his hands went to my stomach first instead of my boobs.

“It's beautiful.” He kissed the bump. “
You're
beautiful, Anna. You just look so womanly and... fertile.”

I raised an eyebrow. “And that's a turn-on to you?”

“Apparently so.”

His fingers moved on to my breasts, which he stroked gingerly, as if afraid he might break me. Then he pursed his lips around my nipple and sucked slowly, gently, until I thought I'd lose my mind from so much pleasure.

“I think you like this.” He teasingly kissed from one breast to another. “I like it, too. I like seeing you squirm when I do
this.
”

He flicked my other nipple with his tongue. Oh God, why was I so sensitive there lately? I'd never really liked having my chest played with. But when it came to Max, it all felt so amazing I didn't want him to stop.

He pulled at my shorts, and they fell off with ease. When he found my silky black underwear on beneath that, he gazed at me with a curious smile.

“Something tells me you were planning this tonight.” He slid them off, too. “Goodness, look how wet you are. I'm flattered.”

“I've wanted you again since that first night. I was just... scared.”

His fingers teased my entrance. I longed to be filled up by something, anything. But when a lone finger entered me, it wasn't enough. I needed bigger. Needed that big, thick cock of his, and I had to have it
now.

“Scared,” he repeated. “I don't understand.”

“Afraid of what would happen after.”

“Right now, let's just worry about tonight.”

I carefully removed his boxers, eager to see him and feel him again – but wait, why was his shaft semi-flaccid?

I felt a momentary stab of hurt. Shouldn't he have been rock hard by now? Was he lying about finding me attractive?

Though I said nothing, Max noticed. He laughed nervously, but his red face made it clear how he really felt.

“Max, is everything all right?”

“I swear, this has never happened before.” His cheeks flushed with shame. “You're the most gorgeous woman I've ever undressed. I want you so damn bad, you have no idea.”

I nudged his hand away and replaced it with my own. He finally relaxed, closed his eyes, and sighed with satisfaction at my touch.

I didn't want to say anything that might hurt his feelings or ruin the mood. Sure, he could have been lying about his feelings for me, but I didn't think so.

“Maybe it's the drugs,” he offered. “I took a handful of those pills a couple hours ago. Yeah, it has to be that. Dang it, of all the times for my dick to not work.”

I kissed him; his body stiffened. No matter what I said to him, he was probably feeling humiliated by this. For many men, or so I'd heard, not getting it up was a mark of disgrace.

“You know what? I'm gonna make this up to you,” he assured me. “No matter what happens, I know damn well how to make you scream my name.”

He lay back in the bed, taking care to keep his legs straight, then patted his chest.

“Get up here and sit on my face.”

“Sit on your
face?
”

“How else do you expect me to do this? I can't exactly get down on my knees.”

When I realized he meant to put his mouth on me, excitement rushed over me. I got in bed with him, wrapped my thighs gingerly around his neck – and then suddenly I felt very self-conscious.

The lights were on, and he had a close-up view of my plump belly and the bright-red stretch marks that began to form on my rapidly growing breasts.

If he cared, he stayed quiet about it. He stroked my thighs, his touches moving closer and closer to their final destination.

“Don't be nervous. That's my job.” He planted kisses on my mound. “I've, ah... Never actually done this before.”

His heated breath on my slit was more than enough to drive me wild. I squirmed, eager for relief.

“You've never gone down on a woman?”

“No, I never bothered with things like that. I liked it quick – get in, get out. That was all I needed.” He spread my lips and breathed deep. “With you, though... I want to make you feel good for hours and hours, but I don't have a clue what I'm doing.”

“I'll tell you what I like. How about that?”

“That will do fine.”

He studied me a minute, as if unsure where to go first. Then he dove in, slowly circling my pussy with his tongue. Oh God, that was
nice.

“You're supposed to be giving me directions,” he murmured, his eyes fluttering shut.

“I don't think you need them.”

He took the lead and lapped at my tender flesh with the flat of his tongue. I almost exploded. How could he be so damn
good
at this already?

“Perfect. You've already got me so close...”

He massaged my ass in response. When he lifted me up and sank his fingers deep inside me, I lost it.

I let myself go, not caring how loud I moaned or how I looked to him in that moment of bliss. He made me come so hard, all I could think about was how amazing it all felt.

And it wasn't just a physical sensation either. The way he gazed at me, with fiery lust and amazement in his eyes, was just so intense that I had to look away. I'd never felt that with any guy before, but I wanted more of it. More of
him.

“Did I do good?” He sounded hopeful, eager to please.

“Wonderful.” I kissed his forehead. “Let me return the favor.”

“You're going to...?” A wide grin crossed his face. “I mean, you don't have to, darlin'. You're pregnant. Should be taking it easy.”