Saved By The Firefighter
Chapter 36

Davey's Point of View.

A guttural moan builds up in my chest rising up into my throat and escaping my lips as they move perfectly against Kathline's. My breath becomes laboured, as the requirement for oxygen feels nowhere near as important as the need to feel her tongue dance with mine. Kathline lets out a soft moan of her own, as I bundle her backwards towards the large sofa, her legs connect with the soft cushions, and she falls backwards. I grip my arms tight around her small waist, following her, landing softly on top of her writhing body. Trailing my fingers up from her waist I fist the soft silk material of her work blouse. The feel of the material causes the blood flow to rush southward, as my erection begged to be let lose as it strained against my pants. Kathline let out a breath as I slowly, seductively kissed down her jaw, onto her neck as she panted, giving me soft moans of encouragement. Lifting her top up exposing her fair freckle dusted skin I grazed its softness with my fingertips. God this woman did things to me I could never explain. I trailed upwards, gently stroking and teasing her with my fingers until I reached the lace from her bra.

Letting out a deep breath, my fingers traced the outline of her pebbled n****e through the material, as Kathline mewled in response. That noise right there, had to be my favourite sound, knowing she was as close to losing her control as I was. It did something primal to me. My hand still inside her blouse I cupped the heavy weight of her b****t in my hand, as her hips began to grow a mind of their own, thrusting forwards towards me. A silent invite, one I was all too eager to accept.

Slowly I lifted the silk white blouse up and over her head, exposing her white lace bra. An involuntary hiss escaped my lips, as I lost the ability to breath. Hot damn, this woman was beyond beautiful. Continuing to trail butterfly kisses down her neck, my hands reached round the soft smooth skin on her back, as I fumbled like a teenager with the clasp on her bra. My body ached to set her breasts free, to taste them, savour her flavour, feast on them like a man starved. Finally, I felt the ping and I pulled the straps down her slim arms, casting it aside.

I pause for a moment, my eyes trailing up her naked top half, taking her in, hell I was back to being that teenage boy again, desperate, needy, and almost prematurely ending this in my pants before we even fully begin. I let out a groan of satisfaction, as Kathline looks up at me with hooded eyes. She reached up to the hem of my polo shirt, and pulls it over my head, her hands splaying across my chest as she lets out her own soft groan of approval.

f**k I feel ten-foot tall, as I gaze into her eyes, her pupils blown with lust and desire. My lips find hers once more, as my tongue invades her mouth, searching, exploring, tasting. My hand circles her waist, as I find the button of her skirt, and undo it, quicker than I had her bra. She lifts up her hips as I attempt to pull the tight-fitting material from her body, as she shimmies to help, her foot kicks the bottom of the coffee table, and a cup crashes to the ground smashing. "MAMMY!!" Andy's frightened voice echoes from upstairs.

Kathline closes her eyes and lets out a small breath, then pushes me off, grabbing her blouse and quickly pulling it over her head.

"It is okay, I just knocked a cup," she shouts up, as she quickly tucks her blouse into her skirt and rebuttons it.

"I am scared Mammy," Andy shouts once more.

"I am coming, it is okay, don't be scared," Kathline placates him.

I pick up my own polo shirt and pull it one, letting out a frustrated sigh. It is a good job I like the kid, because Naughty Norman is the ultimate c**k-blocker! I wait and wait for her to return, s****l desire turning into a deep frustration that I am left hanging. Ten minutes later, Kathline appears, her face apologetic, as she looks at me with a small smile on one side of her lushes' lips.

"Sorry," she whispered.

I turn off the water and step outside of the shower, grabbing a towel that was strewn on the floor, and wrapping it around my waist. I had too much to think about, Liv and her situation, Kathline and the desire I had for her, Andy, ... could I step into the vacant position of an absentee father?

s**t, we had only just reconnected after all these years, normally I would take my time to date, and get to know a woman before even entertaining the thought of long term, but with a kid in tow, I knew I did not have the luxury of doing that. Letting out a sigh, I get ready, making my way to the station.

f**k!

In all the carry-on last night, I never picked up the Sunderland Echo, and I could only hope there was one in the station, else this day was going to go from bad to f*****g worse, I can feel it in my bones.

I walk into the common room, looking franticly around for a newspaper, but no one has a copy from Yellow Watch, and I end up sitting, staring at the f*****g wall, everything off kilter.

Wayne is the first in this morning, rambling on about Ben chewing out a woman who flashed her t**s at the engine. I would normally be interested in Big Ben losing his s**t, as it never happens, but this morning, I could not find a f**k to give.

Next in is Twinkle, moaning about his 'Mrs. again. This guy is not the advert for marriage, you want to see when thinking about embarking on a long-term relationship.

Headache is next, popping some paracetamol, apparently his big toe hurts. f*****g wimp needs to man up, but for once I keep my mouth shut and just stare at the wall as if waiting for God to write the news in neon writing on it, like the story I was taught as a kid in Sunday school.

Josie is in later than normal, just a few moments before the shift starts, I do not miss the small whimper as she takes a seat. f**k at least she had a good weekend.

Ben follows, the fucker has a smile that would like up a Christmas tree, good for him, but right now I just find those two annoying, because they are loves young dream, and I am sat here pissed off because I had no way to school my features, to hide my annoyance last night.

Josie worried her brow in my direction, then with another small yelp, she stands up and heads over to me.

"What's up?" she softly asks.

Not wanting to chat about this s**t, I turn the tables, snapping a little as I did so.

"Judging by your inability to sit, the giggling I heard yesterday at yours and a posh bastard's car next to your house, I would say a prized prick has been UP"

Josie shakes her head at me.

“f**k you, a*****e." Then saunters to the kitchen with Headache to start the food prep.

Ben walks over, glaring at me, shaking his head. s**t. Here we go.

"No need for that Davey. Whatever is going on, you need to have more respect for the one person around this place that cares about everyone here," he growls at me.

I know he is right, but I cannot back down right now, anger is pulsing through my bones, I have f****d up the one good thing I had going for me right now, and the happy new relationship brigade are on my s**t list, because let's face it, I am jealous.

Everyone gives me a wide birth, and the morning wears on, not even a shout to take my mind of stuff. I pull out my phone, my thumb hovering over the keys, wondering if I should text Kathline, try and make my case, and if I do that, what should I even say that will not make this cluster f**k a whole lot worse.

I begin to type, when the alarm goes off, and everyone runs to the pole, down to the engine, as we get in and Headache starts the engine Josie calls out.

"Fire at Richard Avenue Primary School, kids inside," her voice rings out, and the whole engine stills.

I look at her, then close my eyes. Richard Avenue Primary School, f**k, that is Andy's school, and fear like I have never experienced in my life creeps deep into my bones.