Payback: The Men of Firehouse 69 (5 page)

“You didn’t call,” she
said. “Was everything okay on your shift?”

“What?” he asked. Her
concerned tone told him what she asked him was important but he would be damned
if his brain could process any of it.

She smiled. “Maybe I
should put some clothes on.”

“No!” He paused and
chuckled uneasily. “What I meant was… I’m sorry I didn’t call. I realized a few
hours into my shift that I didn’t have your number and I couldn’t exactly call
your brother and say, ‘Hey, I really like your sister. Can I have her phone
number?’”

“No, that wouldn’t have
worked.” She rubbed his arm. “I’m just happy you’re safe. I was worried but I
forgot you didn’t have my number.”

Now he felt like a real
asshole. “I didn’t mean to make you worry. I should have made up some stupid
excuse and called your brother but trying to get in touch with him is
impossible because he’s always in court or on his way. That’s no—”

She silenced him with a
finger on his lips. “It’s okay. You’re here now. And you like me?”

The blush that spread
across her cheeks made his cock harden. She had that same beautiful flush when
she came. “Yeah I do and—”

“Good.” She took his
hand and tugged him toward her bedroom.

“Wait, Mel. Last time,
we didn’t use a condom.”

She stopped and he
hated to bring it up but they needed to talk like adults, not hormonal
teenagers. “I know. I’m clean,” she said. “I get tested at work and you’re the
only guy I’ve slept with in a really long time.”

“Me too.” He waved his
hands frantically. “I mean, I get tested at work, not ‘you’re the only guy I’ve
slept with.’ Not that I have a problem with that, but you’re not a guy.”

She laughed. “No, I
figured that out a while ago. And luckily I’m on the pill, which would probably
weird if I was a guy.”

“Yeah.”

The awkward silence
stretched between them and Andre didn’t know what to say, but he was relieved
when she spoke. “You know, Ronnie is going to be at work all night.”

“Okay.”

She smiled shyly. “And
I was about to start dinner so if you’d like to stay, I can put on enough for
two.”

A meal cooked by Mel
sounded like heaven, but he hesitated.

When he didn’t accept
immediately, she hung her head. “Or we can do it another time if you’re tired.”

“No, that’s not it. I
just came from work. I haven’t been home for five days. My roommates probably
think I’m dead and I’m sure I stink since I didn’t shower before coming here
because I couldn’t wait to see you.”

She was smiling by the
end of his sentence and she shook her head. “It’s okay.”

“So give me twenty
minutes to get a shower and I’ll be right back.”

“Take my number,” she
said and rattled it off when he pulled out his cell phone. “And call me when
you’re on your way?”

Andre swallowed as she
tightened her towel around her curvaceous body, wanting to have a taste of what
she offered very badly. Before he could stop himself, he strode over and pulled
her to him. She was so small in his arms and her soft curves fit perfectly
against him.

He lowered his head and
kissed her, gently but deepening it as she responded. His cock went from
half-mast to throbbing hard as she rubbed against him.

He pulled back a little
and smiled. “If you told me to get out of here because I smell, I’d agree with
you.”

She buried her nose in
his shoulder. “These are the clothes you wore a couple nights ago, right?” At
his nod, she grinned. “Considering they spent most of the night on the floor,
they smell fine.”

He chuckled and tapped
her nose with his finger. “You’re cute.”

She shoved at him
toward the door. “Go on then. Go home and get changed.”

He bit back a smile.
“Yes, Miss Melanie.”

“Don’t you forget it.
And Andre? If you want,” she said, twisting her fingers nervously. “You can
pack a bag and stay here tonight.”

He wouldn’t dream of
doing anything else.

* * * * *

Mel dumped their plates
in the sink. “That was good, even if I do say so myself.”

Andre followed her in
the kitchen to set down their glasses. “Yes, it was. I think you’re spoiling
me.” He nudged her aside and dunked his hands in the warm soapy water.

“You’re going to do the
dishes?”

“We take turns fighting
over who gets to do them. It’s the easiest part of fixing dinner. What you did,
making a delicious meal, that’s the hard part.”

“Oh, well then have at
it,” she said, grinning. “You’re making my night. I hate doing the dishes.”

“You hate doing the
dishes and you have a dishwasher?” He winked at her as he let the water out.
“You’d really hate doing dishes at the station then, princess.”

“Hey.” She grabbed him
and tickled him, knowing the perfect spot to really dig in and make him howl.
“I’m not a princess.”

He whooped and grabbed
her wrists, surrounding both of them with one big, strong hand. He winked at
her before bowing his head and claiming her lips. When she stopped resisting,
he let go of her wrists and moved his hands to cup her bottom.

She shrieked when the
leftover water from the dishes soaked through her pants. “Andre, oh my God,
what did you do?” She wrestled out of his embrace and tried to look at her
backside, which proved to be futile.

Andre nodded. “I like
how that looks. It’s like you’re wearing my stamp of approval.”

“Your ‘stamp of
approval?’” She narrowed her eyes. “I was unaware I needed that.”

“Yeah. I do approve of
your really sexy ass and gorgeous body.”

Even though his
compliments were completely non sequitur, she couldn’t really stay too mad at
him. “Is that all you think about? Sex?”

“Because I tell you I
like your body and I think you’re hot? No. I’m just an average guy and I love
the idea of showing the world you’re mine.”

She rolled her eyes at
his caveman logic. “I’ll have to change my pants.”

“No need to.” He
smirked. “We can head to bed now. You sleep naked, right?”

“Uh, no. Usually I wear
a shirt.”

He frowned. “You
weren’t wearing a shirt the other day when your roommate called 911. You were
wearing something else beneath that robe.”

“No…” She flushed. “I
bought a little… lace and silk dress and it’s really comfortable to sleep in.”

“Show me?”

Her pussy flooded at
his tense growl. She took his hand and led him to her bed, where she pushed him
down. “Stay right here and be a good boy.”

“Okay,” he agreed but
then he started unbuttoning his flannel shirt.

“What are you doing?”
It was impossible to stop watching his fingers as they deftly undid the little
buttons. He rolled his shoulders one at a time as he took off his shirt.

“Getting comfortable,
but don’t let it stop you. I want to see that slip of yours.”

She obeyed, going to
her drawer of nightgowns. She peeked back, watching as he untied his black work
boots and kicked them off. He cocked an eyebrow and smirked. “Did you find it?”

She had little interest
in finding the scrap of lace, especially when his hands reached for his pants
zipper. The rasp sent another wave of blood rushing straight for her clit,
which throbbed nearly painfully from anticipation.

He stilled at the
button. “Show me yours and I’ll show you mine.”

She swallowed hard and
tucked her hair behind her ear. “What makes you think I’m going to play your
little game?”

His slight smirk ticked
her off but his voice dropped deeper as he spoke and desire ripped through her.
“You want to find out what happens when you show me how good you look in your
slip.”

She had tried to hold
back the strangled noise but when he outlined his hard cock tenting his jeans,
it was a lost cause and her moan came out anyway.

His hooded blue eyes
traveled along her body and he licked his lips. “I don’t know if I’ll be able
to control myself when I see you wearing it.”

The thought of him
taking her roughly, of him driven to the edge of his tightly held control, made
her pussy cream. After that, it took only a second to find the scrap of
indecent lace and when she stripped down to the tiny black bikini, he paid up.
The button of his jeans popped loose and he wriggled out of his jeans.

The sight of his cock
straining against his boxers sent a shiver of anticipation running through her.
The hunger in his eyes was all for her and her mind couldn’t comprehend all of
this was real all over again. She wanted to touch him, explore his hard body
and taste him. They had to make up for all the time they’d lost.

She slid the gown over
her head and tugged it into place. The stretchy lace hugged her breasts and
scraped deliciously across her hard nipples.

The animal-like growl
erupted from him and he was across her bedroom quicker than she could blink. He
pulled her into his arms and held her against his hard body. Everything about
him was firm, especially his cock, which pressed against her curved belly.

“I told you I might not
be able to hold back. I want to bend you over the bed and rip those panties off
your hot little pussy.”

She rubbed her mound
against his thigh. “Andre, oh God, do it. I can’t wait another second. I need
to feel you inside me.”

His arms tightened
around her chest. “This was all I thought about when I was at the station, your
sweet body all hot and ready beneath me, waiting for my cock. Is that what you
want, baby?”

She couldn’t even
speak; all she could do was let out a long moan. Her whole body pulsated with
need and her nipples poked through the lace. She hadn’t felt this aware when
she wore it to bed a few nights ago. Her desire now was all Andre’s doing.

He reached between
their bodies and slid his fingers inside her soaked panties. “Look at how ready
you are for me, baby. All of this for me. I want to eat this hot pussy tonight
but if I do that right now, I’m going to come from the taste of you alone.”

Her legs trembled. If
he hadn’t been holding her up, she would have collapsed to the floor. “Please,
Andre, just take me however you want to.”

His cock jumped at her
words. “That’s sexy, lover, begging for my hot cock. Tell me how much you need
my cock.”

Face flaming, she
looked away as she whispered, “I have to have your cock inside me. Fuck me raw
like you did the first time. Please, I can’t take it anymore. I need you.”

With one quick move, he
wove his hand into her hair. He lowered his head and claimed her mouth. His
tongue teased her lips, and she opened to allow him access but she sought him
out.

“Too many barriers.”
Her husky voice sounded so different, wanton and naughty. “I swear if you don’t
take off those shorts, I’m going to rip them off your body.”

He responded by pushing
her onto the bed. “Get on your hands and knees.”

She would do anything
he asked. She followed his command, with her ass facing him. After a few
seconds, she glanced over her shoulder.

He stood behind her,
naked in all his glory. She had seen him naked before but he looked even better
today. The broad tip of his cock glistened from his precum but soon his whole
shaft would be coated in her juices, and that gave her primal pleasure to know
she’d claimed him too.

Kneeling behind her on
the bed, he trailed a finger along the edge of her panties. “Do you know how
wet your panties are? It’s not only them either. Your thighs are coated in your
juices. You must want me really bad.” With the last word, he slid his finger
inside her pussy.

She hunched her hips
back on his finger but he drew it out, chuckling. “Yeah, you want me. You need
me almost as bad as I want you. All I can think about is getting inside this
wet, tight heat.”

Ready to give him a
piece of her mind for teasing her, she opened her mouth but in one smooth move,
he pushed her thong aside and filled her to the hilt. She gasped, digging her
fingers into the bedsheets.

After he didn’t pull
out for what seemed like an hour, she glanced back at him. His eyes screwed
shut and his expression tense, she gasped. “Andre.”

“Don’t move.”

She was a patient girl,
but not
too
patient. Needing him to move and ease the ache inside her,
she rocked back against him. His grunt of surprise when she tightened around
his shaft gave her a thrill of satisfaction but not nearly enough.

He pulled back, then he
was inside her again and she shuddered. His hard shaft filled her all the way,
until she was nearly bursting. She let out a keening cry as she dug her nails
into the bed sheets. “Andre—”

“Touch your clit,” he
growled as he filled her again. “I want to feel you come around me.”