When Sparks Fly (First-Responders Book 1) (6 page)

“What the fuck were you thinking, man?” I’m furious as I walk back into the apartment, slamming the door behind me. I can’t see him yet, but I know damn well he can hear me. He’s seen me angry before. Many times. This is going to rank up there on the charts. “Where the hell are you?”

Stomping through the living area, I find him in the kitchen with his earbuds in. He’s cooking and dancing like an idiot. He has absolutely no rhythm. I don’t know how we get along.

I slug him in the kidney to get his attention, doubling him over in pain.

He yanks the earbud out, “Whoa man! What the hell?”

“Seriously? You’re going to ask
me
‘what the hell’?” Sometimes his complete aloofness is more than I can take.

“Dude, I’m sorry. I thought it would be funny.” He laughs, thinking I’ll see his perspective and simmer down.
Wrong.

“Funny? You think walking in on my date and putting your hands on her is funny?” My voice starts to rise again, and I take a step back before I sucker punch him. “Not cool man. Not cool.”

I grab a beer from the fridge, pop the cap and shotgun it. Then, I grab another and start to pace. Robbie just stares at me, not saying a word. I’m sure he’s on pins and needles about what I’m going to do or say next. He should be.

“You realize there’s a very good chance that you cost me any further interaction with Macy.” I stop, look him in the eyes, and then go back to pacing. I finish off the beer, chuck the bottle in the trash, and run my fingers through my hair.

Checking my pockets for my keys and iPhone, I stare at Robbie. “You need to seriously think before you act.” I pause before I add the ultimatum. “Especially if you want to keep living here.” I turn on my heel and head for the front door. I need to clear my head.

“Seth, man, I'm…”

I slam the door, cutting his apology short. Reaching the garage, I press in my code, retrieve a set of earbuds from the Hummer, and then reclose it. There’s a park nearby where I run, and that’s the kind of head clearing action I need right now. Jogging over, I run through my playlists trying to decide what I want to listen to. Most days it would be metal; Five Finger Death Punch, some Saliva, maybe. Not today. Today I need something to calm me.

I just choose some random list on Spotify and
Keep Your Head Up
comes on first. It’s got a good pace and beat to run to, so I go with it.
Dark Horse
is up right after and I know I have a new favorite list. Four miles later, I’m back at the apartment complex. I do a lap around it as a cooldown and notice that Robbie’s truck is gone. Big surprise that he left after our argument. He always does.

Whatever.

Heading inside, I grab a liter of water and head to the bedroom. I kick out of my shoes when I walk in. I’m sweating like a dog, so I down half the water and leave it on the counter in the attached bathroom. Stripping down, my phone falls out of my pocket. Grabbing it, I see the photo I snapped of Macy laid out at the beach when she wasn’t looking, now set as my home screen.

Today was great. It’s been a long time since I’ve just talked like that with a woman. Most of the time, all they see is the pretty face and the big arms. Normally it’s straight from the club to the bed. This was a nice change of pace. Granted we still wound up here, but this was what, our third date? Well, if you include our interesting introduction.

But now, what’s going to happen?
Should I call her?
No, not tonight. It would be too soon. I need to give her some time to calm down; I need to calm down too.

I lean against the counter and admire her body. She’s so confident in it. It’s not long before I realize that I have my erection in my hand and am stroking it. Shaking my head with a smirk, I set the phone down and turn on the shower. I’m not letting go of her that easily. She’s got too much to offer, and I’ve only had a taste.

Stepping into the
cold
shower, the situation downstairs subsides quickly. No way in hell am I going to come thinking about her unless she’s the one actually making me come.

It’s been three weeks since Seth’s asshole roommate ruined our first date. Seth has sent me numerous texts and flowers even. Rachel has told me to give him another chance. It was just a bit much to deal with right out of the gate. I even changed my jogging route so that I wouldn’t go anywhere near the firehouse.

I’ve been watching porn damn near every night, trying to scratch the itch, and it’s just hopeless. I don’t know what I want to do. On one hand, I know I’ve
got
to have that massive cock inside of me, and on the other hand, I don’t know if I really want to run the risk of having an audience.

Surfing seemed like a necessity this morning. The waves are killer and it helps to clear my mind. I’m packing the board up on the Jeep when I hear the *ding* of my cell.

Seth: Still thinking about you. Hoping you’ll give me another chance.

My finger hovers over the screen as I debate whether or not to respond. He’s still reaching out even after three weeks of being ghosted. I give in.

Me: Okay, but you hurt me. You didn’t even act like what your roommate did was wrong.

A few minutes go by and the notification dings again.

Seth: Sorry. It’s hard to think completely straight when you have the most beautiful thing you’ve ever laid eyes on naked and in between your legs. Trust me, I’ve chewed Robbie up one side and down the other, figuring he probably cost me any further interaction with you.

Me: Good. He deserves it. I’m busy this weekend, but maybe sometime next week. I’ll let you know.

Seth: Thanks for the second chance Macy. I promise I’ll make it up to you.

I hop into the Jeep and fire it up, ready to head off the beach. Turning the radio on,
Don’t Let Me Down
starts blasting through the speakers. It’s quite apt for the moment.

I pull back up onto the highway and start heading up to my favorite hole-in-the-wall burger spot. All the surfing really took it out of me. Being a Friday, the line is crazy long, even at two in the afternoon. I grab an Ooey-Gooey with fries and a strawberry shake. Then I make my way back to the house. Rachel should be there in about an hour to lay out by the pool and shoot-the-breeze.

Turning onto my block, I can already see the Mustang parked at the house. Rachel waves as I pull into the driveway. “Wow, you’re early.”

“Yeah, I didn’t have anything better to do. I just got here a few minutes ago. That guy next door is really cute.” She smiles in that way that says ‘I want a piece of him.’

“And very much married,” I add.

“That’s a shame.” She crosses her arms and pouts. “I could climb him like a tree.”

“Guess I’ll take lunch out back with us. You ready?” I roll my eyes, haking my head at my utterly hopeless friend the entire time.

“Lead the way, girlfriend.”

I unlock the front door and drop my beach bag off.

“Got any beers in the fridge?” Rachel is already headed that way.

“Yeah, bottom shelf. I’ll pass, though. Just grab me a bottle of water, thanks!”

I open the back door and head out onto the small deck. Stretching out on the pool chair, I open up my bag of yummy goodness.

“So, I finally responded to Seth,” I say between bites as Rachel flops onto the chair beside me.

“R-Really?” She seems both surprised and happy.

“Yeah, I figure if he’s still pursuing at this point, I might as well as give him a second chance.”

“Good. You’ve been miserable the past few weeks. You really need to get laid.”

I shoot her the finger. “I told him he hurt me with his lack of care about his roommate’s actions, and he said he’s already chewed his ass out. He promises to make it up to me, so, hell, why not?”

“When are you going to see him again?”

“I told him I was busy this weekend, but I’d let him know next week.”

She hands me the suntan lotion, and I do her back for her. She returns the favor. We lay out for a few minutes before it hits her. “Wait, what are you busy doing this weekend? I sure wasn’t invited to whatever it is.”

“Nothing. I just didn’t want to look so, um, needy.”

“Desperate is more like it.”

“I am definitely
not
desperate.”

“You’re desperate for that firehose he has rolled up in his boxers.” She uses her hand and makes the blowjob action with her tongue in her cheek.

I squirt my bottle of water at her. “Screw you!”

“No,” she flips onto her back, “screw him. I’m not interested, sorry. Dicks not chicks for me.”

“Well, there was a time…”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. I eat pussy like a champ.” She sticks her tongue out, flicking it in the air several times, and wiping her chin. “Well, those days are behind me.”

“Shame.” I give her my biggest pouty face. This time, it’s her shooting me the bird.

The rest of the afternoon is spent talking about my job starting in the fall and Rachel’s trip to Europe that starts in two weeks that she just sprung on me. I can’t believe I’ll be without my bestie until the week prior to in-service’s starting.

We make plans to run down to Los Angeles on Sunday for a quick shopping spree. We’ve done it each and every summer for the past three years. Since she’ll be gone when we would normally do it, we decide not to mess with tradition and get it in this weekend.

Around five o’clock, we decide we are toasty enough and have exhausted about all of the gossip channels. I give her a hug, a peck on the cheek, and squeeze her ass.

“Remember…” she starts.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Dicks not chicks. I’m horny as hell. Can you blame me for copping a feel of that tight ass?”

She looks over her shoulder, then back at me, “No. Not really. Later slut.”

“Drive home safe, tease.”

*****

“Slower, Seth. It’s too big.” He pulls back out of me before pushing back in more gently. “Jesus. It’s like you’re invading every crevice.” I run my fingers down his perfectly sculpted chest.

“You’re so fucking tight; it’s hard to hold back. I want to put every last inch of me inside of you. You’re so wet and so ready.”

“Slowly then, Seth.” I place my hands on my shins and pull my legs as far apart as I can. He slides all the way into me until I can feel his balls against my ass. “Fucking shit! Oh my god, don’t move.”

As I let my body adjust to his full intrusion, he starts to rub my clit with two fingers, slowly at first, then rapidly picking up pace. He moves away from me with his hips and then dips them back in. It’s a little easier this time. My pussy has stretched and is more compliant.

“Okay, Seth. I’m ready.” He begins rocking his hips, pulling half way out and dropping back into me. His balls slap my sensitive ass, turning me on even more.

“Mmm, that pussy is absolutely perfect. You’ve got a grip on my cock like you plan on never letting it go.” He starts to pick up speed, and the feeling of fullness is pure bliss.

Suddenly, there’s another cock over my face, and I grab at it greedily, pulling it down to my mouth. I want it desperately. Need it. In my mouth. Down my throat. While Seth is fucking me.

What the fuck?! I sit up in bed, my orgasm still tingling through my body. My panties are soaked. Completely. My heart is racing.

Holy shit. Did that really just happen?

Damn you, Rachel.

“Seriously?! You’re still in bed.”

I am
not
a morning person. Rachel knows this. She’s always known this, and yet she still acts surprised. I pull the covers up over my head as she flips the light on. “Nooooooo! Just give me like ten more minutes.”

“Not. Gonna. Happen.” She emphasizes each word as she removes the blankets and pillows I have buried myself under. Rolling over onto my back, I purse my lips together and give Rachel my best ‘go-to-hell’ look.

“You want me up; then you have exactly five minutes to get a cup of coffee in my hands.” I throw my legs over the edge of the bed and just dangle them there. Rachel leaves the room, and I hear her rattling around in the kitchen; thank God she took me seriously.