Men of Firehouse 44: Colby and Bianca's Story (14 page)

Chapter Fourteen

-Bianca-

             
Bianca woke with the worst case of cotton mouth and a pounding in her head.  She groaned as she wiped at her eyes.

             
“That good, huh?”  Colby’s raspy voice filled her ear.

             
“Oh, yeah.  Remind me never to drink again.  Ever.”  She said.

             
“That’s what everyone says.”  He chuckled.

             
She rolled out of bed and headed to the bathroom.  She downed two extra strength Tylenol, washed them down with a full glass to ward of the hand-over, brushed her teeth, turned on the shower and stepped in. 

             
The hot water was exactly what she needed.  She was sore and if she didn’t know any better, the bits and pieces of last night’s memories told her why.  She couldn’t believe that she had tied him up.  What the hell had gotten in to her?  Maybe it was the fact that he had found her in that club, or maybe it was the fact that in the moment, she didn’t care.

             
She heard the shuffling of the shower curtain and went to turn, but strong and steady hands on her hips stopped her.

             
She gasped as he brought his lips down on her shoulder, kissing her gently. 

             
Did he really wanna go again?  Could she go again?  She was sore already.  She didn’t know if her body could handle a round two.  But with the way his lips were feeling, she would definitely give it a try.

             
His hand moved around her, squeezing one nipple then taking the weight of her breast in his hand testing it and lightly squeezing her. 

             
His other hand moved down, across her navel and straight to her clit.  His finger slid easily into her fold, surprising her.  She was wet already and he was only just beginning.

             
Slowly, his hand left her breast, sliding around to her back, gently pushing her forward.  She placed her hands flat on the shower wall as he used his foot to nudge her feet further apart.  Then his hand left her.  She closed her eyes, waiting for him to push inside her.

             
Then the shower turned off and his tongue went to work.  Her hips jerked, her eyes bolted open, looking down.  She could see him between her legs, dining on her pussy.  His eyes met hers and for a moment, she wanted to look away, but couldn’t.  This was the hottest thing she had ever experienced or seen on any porn in her entire life.

             
She watched him lick her, suck her, and make her squirm.  The amusement in his eyes told all.  He was enjoying this just as much if not more than she was, although, she didn’t see how. 

             
The feeling of his tongue against her hard nub sent her over quickly.  Her head fell back, and her knees buckled.  Thankfully, Colby, had a grip on her. 

             
He chuckled as he lowered her down into his lap, turning the shower back on as well. 

             
“How was that for a morning shower?”  He laughed.

             
“Best shower ever.”

-Colby-

             
“Damn straight it was.”  He added.  Best shower he could remember as well and he wasn’t even finished yet.  After standing them both up, he again pressed her forward, lined his cock up to her entrance and slowly made his way home.

             
“Mm-mm.”  She moaned.

             
He loved the sounds that he could work out of her.  The more she moaned, squealed and jerked, the harder it was to maintain his control.  Every sound that came from her beautiful mouth was his brain began firing, telling his dick to get harder. 

             
He held her hips, being careful to not put her head into the shower wall as he fucked her.  He wanted to fuck her good, not knock her out. 

             
As he thrust inside of her, he could feel himself inching closer to his own release.  There was something about being inside Bianca that tossed his stamina straight out the door. 

             
He clenched his teeth, trying to think about work, firetrucks, fire hoses, but no matter what he thought about, it wasn’t working.

             
“I’m gonna come.  Come with me!”  He yelled, spilling his seed into her.  It was harder than hell, but he kept his rhythm up long enough to push her over a few seconds after him.

             
Their breathing was heavy and then he noticed something.  When he breathed, she breathed.  They were completely in sync with each other.  Everything about their relationship was perfect.  She was perfect.  And he knew what he needed to do.

Chapter Fifteen

-Bianca-

             
Friday rolled around and thank god it did.  Bianca had been going crazy not seeing Colby for a week.  He said that he had to work all week and then he wanted Friday morning to rest up. She was more than excited to see him. They were set to meet at six and he was taking her to Gatlinburg for the weekend.  She had never been on a vacation like that before. 

             
The school bell couldn’t ring soon or loud enough.  The kids seemed unusually excited today, but hell she couldn’t blame them.  Everyone loved the weekend.  This weekend was just set to be different for her. 

             
As soon as the classroom cleared, Bianca grabbed her things and headed for the door.  She had butterflies in her belly just thinking about getting to see her love tonight.   The surprise waiting outside for her was more than she could have imagined. 

             
Colby stood there wearing a pair of dark jeans and a dark blue polo shirt and the children were lined up in front of them as if they were getting ready for a class picture.

             
Then one by one they held up a sign.

W-I-L-
L  Y-O-U  M-A-R-R-Y  M-E ?

             
Tears filled her eyes.  And in one word, all hell broke loose.

             
Then from behind the group of kids, came little Tiffany.  She gasped, she had completely forgotten about her. 

             
“Hello, sweetheart.”  Bianca hugged her tightly.  “How are you doing?”

             
“Better.  I need to tell you something.”

             
“You can tell me anything.”  Bianca smiled.

             
“He saved me.  He did.  It was just like in the movies.  Now I have to do something for him.”  Tiffany pulled her hand from behind her back and handed her a single red rose.  “It’s from him.  He said that red means love.”

             
“Yes, it does.”

             
“So what are you going to say?”  Tiffany smiled.

             
By that time, Colby was behind Tiffany, smiling widely.

             
“Yes.”  She cried.

             
Colby came to her wrapping her in his arms and spinning around.  The kids yelled and screamed, carrying on with hoots and hollers.  The air was thick with their excitement.

             
Kissing her lips gently, he then turned to the kids lowering her back to the ground he kept his arms around her.

             
“Ready, Tommy?”  Colby asked one of her students. 

             
Bianca looked at the little boy who was shaking his head yes rapidly.

             
Colby smiled big and swooped her off her feet again, cradling her in his arms.  “That’s how it’s done.”  He smiled.  “Are you ready for the rest of our lives to begin?”

             
Happiness bubbling in her throat preventing any words from coming out. Bianca smiled, nodding yes.

             
“Starting with your apartment first.”  Pushing the door to the school open he carried her outside. 

             
“I thought we were going to Gatlinburg?”  Bianca laughed.

             
“We’ll get there.”  He answered, rushing to his truck.  “First, I need to be alone with you.”

The End

Sneak Peak

Men of Firehouse 44

Drew and Crystal’s Story

Chapter 0ne

                 
 
Fishing the keys out of he
r
pocke
t
was not an easy task for the petite brunette.  Juggling a box that was almost as tall as she was in one arm while tugging the keys out of the pocket of her daisy dukes was an undertaking she was up to. She had decided she wanted to be independent of others and if that meant not excepting help from anyone then so be it. 

    
              Keeping a look out for any unsavory characters, she breathed a sigh of relief when she felt the keys finally slide out. Her dad would have a fit if he knew where her shop was located.  The street across from her was dark. The lights having been knocked out just last week during a break-in.  She had taken the precaution to install new lighting at each end of her storefront as well as above the door. The price was right and there was no way she could have opened if she had to save more money.  She was not going to use any of the trust fund money that had become hers on her twenty third birthday. She was determined to prove she could make it on her own.

    
              It helped having the apartment upstairs that she was able to use.  She spent many late nights in the shop cleaning and moving things around until everything was perfect.  Dragging her spent body up the stairs was a lot easier than having to drive to a separate apartment.

    
              Slipping the key into the door, she turned the handle and felt her chest fill with pride when she stepped inside and flipped on the lights. Setting her box down, she looked around her.  The place had come a long way since she had rented it. She had spent many nights on her knees in here scrubbing the floors and counters as well as hanging various posters of different tattoos. Once she had the place shining, she placed her order for her equipment.

    
              Being a female tattoo artist it was hard to build a clientele, but she did it. When she first opened, business had been extremely slow. She had spent many afternoons sitting in her chair looking through various magazines for ideas.  Word spread quickly, business picked up and she had even had to hire someone to watch the front counters while she was working in the back.

    
              Then the idea to expand her business came when customers came in looking for adult toys and movies. Looking at the catalogs and online sites, she wasn’t sure what to order so she closed her eyes and with a red pen started marking items. Besides the usual orders of magazines, condoms and batteries there were lubricating lotions, silky scarves, floggers, feathers, and every shape, color and size of dildos you could ever think of.

     When the first order of kinky sex toys had come in, she was very shy about putting them on the shelf. She still didn’t know what half of them were or how they were used, but they seemed to fly off the shelves.  She had to admit, she did choose one of the more sedate dildos to keep for herself and soon discovered why they were so popular.

                   The front of the shop had posters of sexy men and women with tattoos in different places.  Piercings were not her favorite things to do but she would if a client requested them.  In the middle across from the cashier was a small area blocked off from the casual eye where the toys were kept.  She sold mostly furry handcuffs, dildos, lotions and the occasional whip.  For the more hardcore clients she placed private orders. Often wondering what the items were used for and what kind of person would use it or allow it to be used on them.  Not actually using them never stopped her imagination from going wild.  More than once she had fantasized about them.

    
              The back of her shop was her real home away from home.  That was where she placed her artwork on clients. Often young teenagers would come in with fake ID’s. Sending them on their way, she could remember not wanting to wait for her first Tat and trying to sneak in begging the artist to apply one.  She didn’t have many and the ones she had were tasteful and could only be seen if she wanted them to be.

    
              Turning back to her latest box of toys, she pulled it over to the hidden alcove to pull them out and put them up.  She tried to do all the inventory after hours.  Opening it, she pulled out the first of many of the dildos.  There seemed to have been a rush on them.  She had every kind available.  Plain ones, ribbed ones, battery operated, even ones with ticklers on them. 

    
              Reaching into the bottom of the box, she was relieved to see it was the last one.  Pulling it out, she laughed, this was one of the special orders.  She wasn’t naïve but there were some things she was still getting accustomed too. 

    
              Looking around, she remembered she was alone. 

What the heck?

Slipping one leg into each side of the strap, she pulled it up.  Laughing at herself, she started walking around doing a little shake here and there. Going over to the mirror she couldn’t help but laugh even harder at the image that met her.  Her 5’2 frame boasted 36D breasts which were currently encased in a tight little camisole top, looking further down was a 12 inch black cock, jutting out from between her well sculpted thighs.  The paleness of her thighs evident against the dildo as it bounced from side to side.

    
              “Huh-mm.”

    
              Looking up in the mirror, her eyes met those of the sexiest blue eyes she had ever seen. His eyebrows were raised as he crossed his arms and leaned up against the doorframe as if waiting for an explanation.  Unable to break the gaze, she could feel the goose bumps raising on her arms, and her face burst into flames. His eyes lowered to trace her figure and then stopped on the massive size dildo.

    
             
OH.MY.GOD.

She quickly turned her back to him and then pulled the offending object from her.  Taking a deep breath, she turned to face the man. “Can I help you?”

                   “I’m thinking, I should be the one to ask you that question.”  Hitting her with a brilliant smile, he took a step towards her.  His eyes never leaving hers.

    
              Taking a step backwards, she felt the wall behind her. 

Dammit. Why didn’t I
double check the lock behind me?

“I’m sorry we are closed.  If you would like, you could leave your name and number and I could have someone call you tomorrow with an appointment.”  She could feel her heart beating rapidly.  Strangely she wasn’t frightened of him.  Excitement spread through her veins like wildfire.

                   Watching as he stepped closer to her, she took a deep breath when he leaned forward and brushed her hair from her chest where it had fallen.  Her breasts rising and falling with anticipation. 

OMG am I really so freaking
horny that I am seriously allowing a complete stranger to touch me
without even making an attempt to scream for help?  Well, he is a really hot stranger
.  The thoughts kept running through her head as he moved his hand towards her breasts.

    
              Feeling the cold hard point made her jump as she looked down and saw an ink pen in his hand.  The pen moved fluidly across her skin as she watched him write his number on her skin.

    
              “I’m sorry, I didn’t see any paper around.”  Handing her the pen that she had been using to do her inventory, he flashed his smile and took a step back.

     
              Quickly, she dodged around him and ran to the backroom.  Leaning against the door, she tried to slow her heart rate. Waiting breathlessly, she stood frozen in place not really afraid but definitely embarrassed.  Hearing the sound of the door opening then closing again, she let out a sigh of relief.

    
              Opening the door a crack, she peaked out to make sure she was again alone.  Looking at the door, she watched as the closed sign swung back and forth.

Ok
ay, move your butt.
  Making her way across the room, she stopped when she came upon her reflection in the mirror.

    
              “What just happened here?” Talking to her image as it looked back at her in the mirror, she would have thought it was her imagination if not for the numbers sprawled across her chest just above her camisole.  Turning, she raced to the door. Reaching up, she locked the two dead bolts and pulled the shade down.

    
              Leaning against the door, she reached up and rubbed her hand across her breasts.  Yep, just what she thought as hard and pointy as they could possibly be.  Reaching over, she shut the light off and ran to her stairs.  She definitely had a face and a name for her special little friend tonight.

Drew!