When Sparks Fly (First-Responders Book 1) (7 page)

Looking behind me, I see the remnants of last night’s surprise orgasm on the sheets. The memory of the dream floods over me, and I have to shake my head to get back to reality. I stand up and make my way to the bathroom. Turning the faucet on, I splash my face to clear the cobwebs… and the thoughts of two cocks at once.

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee finally makes its way into the bedroom, followed seconds later by Rachel. Thank heaven. She opens her mouth, and I hold my hand up, stopping her from saying anything. I take the coffee mug from her, breathe in the goodness, and gingerly take a sip. Then another, and another. Once I have about a quarter of the dark brew in my system, I open up the floor again.

“So, why the hell do we have to do this so damn early anyway?” I’m awake now, but still not happy yet.

“Two and a half hours on the road means we won’t get there until about noon. Based on how quickly you’re getting ready, it could be even later. I’ll give you eight minutes for a shower before I come dump ice cold water on you. Chop, chop,” she says, clapping her hands. “Let’s get going. I’ve got Daddy’s Palladium card and his blessing to buy us whatever we want.”

“Wait, what?
You’re
paying for everything?” She grins and nods her head like one of those bobble-head dolls on a dashboard. “Well, shit, in that case.” I suddenly perk up and start stripping.

“That’s more like it. Now hurry up.” She grabs the watch on her wrist. “You’re down to seven and a half minutes. The ice water threat still stands.”

I’m in and out of the shower in under five minutes. Dried, brushed, and dressed in another ten. “I’ll do makeup on the road,” I say grabbing my travel bag and throwing it in my purse. After slipping on a pair of strappy sandals, I double check myself in the mirror and decide I look good enough for a day out in LA. “Can you shut the coffee pot off please and grab me a bottle of water?”

“Sure thing.”

Quickly, I grab the sheets off the bed and crumple them up as I run off to the laundry. Throwing them and a laundry pod into the washer, I select a sanitize cycle and press ‘start.’

“Macy?” Rachel calls out from the front door.

“Yeah, I’m coming.”
Well, did last night, actually.
“Just had to throw something in the wash before we left.”

We hop into Rachel’s Mustang and are off like a blast. “Starbucks puh-lease!” I mutter in between strokes of eyeliner. “That first cup was just to wake me up. Now, I need my ‘happy juice.’” She pulls into the free-standing unit six blocks from the house. Leaning over her in the car, I holler out the window, “Venti caramel macchiato, extra caramel, two sweeteners, four pieces of ice.”

“Geez, Macy. Picky much? Anything else, ‘your highness’?”

I give her a peck on the cheek, then turn back to the girl-in-a-box. “And a slice of banana nut bread too, please and thank you!”

Rachel pays and I’m in my own little happy place, nibbling on the fresh pastry and sipping on my nectar of the gods. “So, do you have any planned stops?” I mumble, tiny flecks of bread crumbling from the corner of my mouth.

“A full-service car wash with interior detail from the looks of it,” she smarts off as she glances at the edge of the passenger seat.

I brush the crumbs into her floorboard and stick my tongue out at her. “What-evs. So, Melrose Avenue then? Hit all the cool little vintage boutique spots? Betsey Johnson and maybe even…” I bite my lip and trail off.

“Maybe even what, Macy?” She’s smirking at me. I don’t even have to look at her; I can hear it in her voice.

“Agent Provocateur?”

“Really? Now what would
you
possibly need to be in Agent Provocateur for?” She’s goading me and I love it.

“Oh, nothing in particular. Just, you know, to look around.” I try and play it off cool.

“Uh-huh,” Rachel retorts sarcastically. “I’d be willing to bet it is something
very
particular
that you’re looking for. Spill it. What’s going on in that naughty little head of yours?”

“Well.” I contemplate whether or not I really want to tell her. Hell, she’s the one that put it in my head. It’s her fault. “I had a dream last night.” I pause, figuring out exactly where to go with this.

“Okay.” I can hear the
don’t make me pull it out of you
in her tone.

“Fuck it. I dreamed Seth was fucking me, and then out of nowhere there was another cock in my face. I just couldn’t get enough of it. I was gagging myself on it while Seth was ramming himself into me.
That
is what has me all scatter-brained this morning. I woke myself up out of a dead sleep; my body was still coming down from the orgasm.”

Rachel’s mouth is agape; her eyes blinking over-exaggeratedly.

I wait, and wait, and wait. Nothing. “For fuck’s sake, say something.”

She licks her lips, “You little slut. You dirty, dirty, little slut. I’m SO proud of you!” She throws her right arm around my neck and pulls me into a half-hug over the center console.

“It’s your fault, Rachel. All your Jedi mind-tricks put that crap in my head the other night.” I wave my hands around like in the
Star Wars
movies.

We make it to LA, and head to Melrose Avenue. After valet parking, Rachel and I start our shopping bonanza; up one side of the street and down the other. In three hours, we’ve managed to hit nine different stores, and we both have our arms completely filled with shopping bags, containing everything from vintage tees to designer shoes, one-off dresses, and even some naughty negligees. All in all, we’ve managed to drop about ten grand. Mind boggling to me, but just another summer shopping spree for Rachel.

While waiting at the valet stand as they retrieve her Mustang, I pull my phone out when a text notification dings.

Seth: Hope you’re having a great weekend. Really looking forward to seeing you this week.

Rachel looks over my shoulder. “So, are you going to make him work for it?” She elbows me, playfully insinuating.

“I don’t know if I can. I really need to get laid.”

Me: Glad to hear it. ‘Yes,’ I am having a good weekend. Rachel and I are out melting her Dad’s credit card. Talk to you soon.

The Mustang pulls up, and we throw our haul of merchandise into the trunk. We hit a bistro before leaving town to have a light, late lunch. Conversation is mostly about her route through Europe. She’ll start in London, work her way to Paris, over to Rome and then up and across to Switzerland. Ambitious for a month’s visit.

It’s about six-thirty when Rachel drops me off at the house, and I drag all my bags in. I pull my new dresses, tees, and capris out and hang them on the racks in the closet. The shoes and new Givenchy handbag go in their cubby slots in the built-ins. Finally, I unpack the Agent Provocateur bag. It’s a black lace and sheer paneled bra and panty set. I wouldn’t even let Rachel see me in it. This thing makes me feel sexy as hell and worth a million bucks. And it gives me an idea.

Slipping out of my pink sundress, I remove the Victoria’s Secret bra and panties, replacing it with the new set. After redressing in the pink sundress, I slide back into my sandals, grab my purse and keys and head out to the garage.

The board is still on the Jeep, so I remove it and place it on its rack on the wall. After opening the door, I toss my purse into the passenger seat and climb up. I press the garage door opener and start the Jeep up once the door is clear. Backing out, I get on my way.

The summer night air is unseasonably cool and is a welcome surprise as I hit the coastal highway. I make the fifteen-minute drive through the heavy beach traffic. When I make the turn onto the street, I see Seth’s Hummer parked exactly where it should be, along with a few other vehicles.

Pulling in on the ‘visitor’s’ side of the fire department, I put the Jeep in park. Hopping down, I straighten my dress and check myself in the side rearview mirror.
Windblown and cute. Check.

Walking through the front door, I see one of the young guys he was talking to the other day. “Hi. I’m looking for Seth. He’s, well, we’re kind of…”

“You’re Macy, right?” The badge on his right chest pocket says ‘T Hill.’

Mmhmm, I nod my head.

“He’s either in the bay or possibly resting. Go on back.” He holds the door leading into the three bay garage for the rigs. Two of them are parked inside, with the EMT ambulance out front being washed. I walk behind the two that are inside and don’t see Seth there, which works out perfectly. I can wake him up with a pleasant surprise.

Quickly, I cross the slick floor of the bay, nearly losing my footing twice.
Get a hold of yourself Macy.
Grabbing the door handle, I slowly and quietly turn it as to not wake him up prematurely. When I open the door, my jaw hits the floor, and my eyes can barely process what they are seeing.

Seth has his hands on the back of Robbie’s head, and his cock is halfway down Robbie’s throat.

“What the fuck?!” I scream, completely caught off guard. Seth looks at me like a deer caught in the headlights. I pull the door closed with a slam and hightail it out of there.

The tears are already burning my eyes in the few seconds it takes me to make it to my Jeep.
Why. Fucking. Me?
I put the shifter in reverse. As I begin to back up, I see him in my rearview mirror. Seth is sprinting out of the empty bay towards me.
No way in hell I’m dealing with this shit right now.

I slap the stick into first and stomp the pedal to the floor. The bulky, off-road tires screech on the pavement for a split second before they grab and propel me forward, leaving a short black streak behind me. Along with Seth.

Why. Fucking. Me?

I have to pull over at a gas station. I can barely see through the tears. I put the Jeep into park and just sit there. I stare blankly out the windshield as I try to clear my eyes while thinking about just how well this fits into my run of luck.

One that can’t get it up.

One that’s married.

And now one that I’ve turned gay.

What the hell is wrong with me? What did I ever do to deserve this absolutely shitty luck? “Why?!” I scream as I throw my hands up to the headliner.

My cell phone starts to go off in my purse. I know without a doubt who it is, and I don’t want to look, but I do anyway.

“What?” I bark into the phone.

“Macy, please come back. Let me explain things.”

I don’t even hesitate before I start in on him.

“Explain? Seriously! I caught you with another guy sucking your dick. What is there to explain? Clearly, my blowjob skills are so fucking bad that I’ve gone and turned you gay.”

The other end of the line erupts into laughter. Not just a ‘that was a cute joke’ laugh, but a ‘this is so funny I may piss myself,’ kind of laugh.

“What the hell is so damn funny?”

“Okay, okay…”

I can tell he’s trying to compose himself on the other end, and I’m waiting, not at all patiently, for some semblance of an explanation.

“Macy, I’m bi.”

“What?”

“You know, as in I
bat
for both teams.”

“Holy shit! How has this not come up already?”

“I don’t know. I guess it just. Hasn’t. I wasn’t intentionally hiding it from you. I just hadn’t figured out how to talk about it yet.”

“And Robbie? He’s your… what… gay lover?”

Laughter again.

“Sorry, sorry. Robbie’s bi as well.”

“And his girlfriend is okay with this, um, arrangement?”

“The last one apparently was, until, well…” Seth pauses.

“Well, what?”

“Until she walked in on us sharing another girl. She didn’t mind him fucking around with me to ‘scratch that itch,’ but she wasn’t okay with him screwing around with another girl I brought home. Honestly, I think he did it on purpose to get her to leave him instead of it being the other way around.”

“Shit. I don’t know what the hell to think or feel right now.” My mind is reeling.

“Why don’t you come back to the firehouse? I’d come to you, but I’m on call still.”

“No. I can’t. Not yet. That was, this
is,
too much to process right now. I need some time to think. To let it all sink in.”

“I can understand that. Take your time. You know where I’ll be when you’re ready to talk. Okay?”

“Okay. Bye.”

I hang up the phone without giving him another chance to say anything else. Bi! What the hell do I do with this information?

I toss the phone back into my purse, slap the Jeep into first gear and start driving. I let the entire conversation play over in my head again. Honestly, it’s on repeat. He’s definitely into me, but into dick as well. A few days ago I would have shut this down on the spot, but that damn dream induced by Rachel’s damn words…

Before I know it, I’m pulling up in front of Rachel’s gated subdivision and pressing the call button.

“Hello?” A male voice comes over the intercom.

“Mr. Upton, it’s Macy. I was hoping I could come in to see Rachel.”

“Of course, Macy.” I hear a buzzing, and the gate starts to slide. “Drive on down.”

“Thank you.” I put the Jeep back into gear and head down the road, taking the second left and pulling onto the private drive that leads back a quarter mile to their house. The entire subdivision sits on about three hundred acres of land, and there are less than ten houses; estates rather, comprising the entirety. Yeah, like I said before, filthy-stinking-rich Daddy’s girl. But she loves me, and I love her to the moon and back, so, it works.