Saved By The Firefighter
Chapter 61

Lucy's Point of View.

f**k that was close, I am holding on to the rope, for dear life, swinging back and forth. Watching the elevator crash to the ground and hope it doesn't burst into flames when it does. The surrounding black walls of the elevator shaft grow perilously close to me, and I pray I do not hit the hard brick, because that could cause a serious injury. I look down the elevator shaft once more, worried about the possibility of an explosion, thankfully nothing but dust comes from the fallen lift, accompanied by a horrific noise. I also, somehow, avoid being swung into the brick walls and doing myself a nasty injury.

I let out a sigh of pure relief, s**t, that was lucky! I am so glad I had taken the time to double-knot the rope around my waist, I had thought about just doing a single to keep me on the ladder, to save time, which has now followed the lift to the ground below, but I changed my mind last second. Good job I did!

"JOSIE!!!" I hear Anders bellow.

Catching my breath, I look up.

"I am okay," I shout up at him, as I hang gently swinging back and forth.

"HEAVE," Bens voice commands.

I feel myself being hoisted slowly upwards, it seems to take forever, but finally, I can grab the edge of the floor above, and clamber onto it. Laying on the floor, I burst out laughing, the adrenaline taking over, along with a high degree of shock.

"f**k Josie," Anders shouts, grabbing hold of me and holding me to his wide chest, kissing my head repeatedly.

"I am all good." I start to manically laugh up at him.

"She is in shock guys, get a blanket," Ben states.

Lucy runs towards me with a duvet cover, wrapping it around me, probably from her bed... eww, I know what they were doing in that bed!

Still, I sit hysterically laughing, when I am laid on the floor, my feet instantly elevated by Ben. I know I am in shock, but still, I cannot stop laughing, until suddenly, the laughter changes and I begin to shake.

"f**k Josie, I thought I had lost you," Anders whispers softly in my ear, stroking my hair, and if I did not know better, I would swear he had tears in his eyes.

I then hear a familiar voice coming down the hotel corridor and think I have gone stark raving bonkers because there is no way he is here.

"Yeah, I called the boss, just in case I couldn't get you out." Ben sighed.

"Ben, Josie. You both good?" he asks.

"Yeah, but I think Josie is in shock," Ben informs the boss, as another bout of hysterical laughter breaks free from me.

The boss nods his head, then looks to Ben. "The Ambulance crew are downstairs, along with the guys, I had them come when you called me," he informed me.

My station officer, then turns and looks to the hotel employee, or manager, who is stood beside him.

"I have it on good authority that my colleagues at your local station condemned that lift, and issued a do-not-use notice, yet you had guests travelling in it," he states, not shouting, but the pitch and tone of his voice was filled with authority, making the man gulp slightly.

"We had too many guests for just one lift," the manager protests.

"Well, that issue will soon be sorted, as you will have no guests until a team ascertain the damage the fallen lift did to the floors and the building," Webber announces.

The ambulance crew arrive, and take over me, wrapping a foil heat shield around my shoulders, then wraps one around Anders, as his crew mate does the same to the pompous perv, before getting us all into separate wheelchairs. "Take the stairs," Webber informs them.

"Once these three are out, we will evacuate this building. Ben, Lucy, well done, now make your way downstairs, I am going to set the fire alarm off to get the guests out of here," he states, as I feel myself being lifted off the floor in my wheelchair and carried down the stairs.

As we are wheeled out of the doors, the fire alarm goes off, and suddenly there is a flurry of activity as frightened guests begin to file out of their rooms, and through the main doors.

I sit in the ambulance, my hysterical laughter changing to a strange numb feeling, as Anders was moved in beside me, reaching out he took hold of my hand entwining our fingers together. "Did you hurt yourself when the lift crashed?" he asked his voice filled with concern.

Did I hurt myself? Humm, not sure. I do not feel any pain, but then again, my body is so pumped full of adrenaline I cannot be sure.

"I don't think so." I smile at him.

"Josie, f**k, Josie. If anything had happened to you, God man," Anders said with desperation in his voice, running his fingers through his hair, a look of pure fear on his face.

"I am okay, just in a little bit of shock, they will check me over then we can go home." I smile.

"Yeah, I will come back for your car tomorrow." Anders nods.

"No need, what room were you in? I will get the keys and drive it back," the boss said, standing at the back of the ambulance.

"841, thank you Boss." I nod at him.

Suddenly Headache, Wayne and Twinkle appear, poking their heads around the ambulance doors.

"Hey, you guys came as well," I shouted.

"Yeah, although not in the fire engine. Boss rang and told us what was going on. I am on the sofa again anyway so thought I m ay as well make myself useful." Twinkle laughed. "Y'all okay?" Wayne asked.

"Yeah, we are fine." I smile at him.

"Good, glad you are okay Josie." Headache grins at me, then circles his shoulder and makes a small face as if in pain.

"Are you okay Headache?" I ask, as Davey arrives.

"Don't f*****g ask him, you know better than that!" Davey laughs.

"Good of you to come, finally," Headache retorts to Davey.

"Oi, I got here as soon as I could, Andy was having a nightmare, and I did not want to leave Kathline to deal with it on her own." Davey shrugs, then turns to the paramedics.

"Keep all your paracetamol and Ibuprofen locked up, this one is a f*****g addict," he shouts, motioning his head towards Headache.

"Okay Gentlemen, we are taking her to the RVI for a quick check up," the Paramedic stated, laughing, then closed the doors on my work brothers.

As the ambulance pulls away, Anders turns to me again. "Josie, f**k babe, that was scary." He sighs out.

"Hey, I am fine, all in a day's work. It is a good job it was us in that lift and not other guests, as they would probably be dead or seriously injured right now, because that hotel had not rung the brigade to get us out." I sigh in annoyance. "We should sue them," Anders growls out.

"Na, I think the boss is going to sort them out." I smile and squeeze his hand in mine.

"Did he really need to set the fire alarm off?" Anders asked.

"Well building safety is an issue, plus there was a risk of fire, so yes. But in all honesty, I think he did that more to piss off the management." I laugh.

After a few hours in the A&E department, finally we are sat in a taxi on our way back to my place. The sun has already begun to rise in the sky, we pull up outside the door, when I suddenly let out a groan.

"I don't have my keys," I say with a defeated sigh.

"s**t, I don't have mine either," Anders states, looking at me.

I look towards my allotted parking space to find my car has been returned, and walk over to it, hoping the boss hasn't locked the car and put the keys through my letterbox. Thankfully he has more brains than I do at the moment, and there is a note folded under the windscreen wiper.

'Keys to car posted through the letterbox, your house keys are under the plant pot. Didn't get your luggage though.'

"Oh, thank God." I breath out, then take walk back to my front door, lifting up the large plant pot, and unlock the door.

Anders follows me into the house.

"Do you want a drink of something?" he asks me.

"No, just need to get some sleep." I smile at him.

Anders nods his head in agreement, then turns around, taking my keys from my hand and locks the front door.

I make my way upstairs to my bedroom, then strip down, not even bothered about having a shower, and I know I will probably stink, but I really do not care, I need to sleep. Anders does the same and climbs into bed beside me, then gathers me into his arms and holds me to his chest, stroking my hair softly.

"I am sorry, I probably stink," I tell him, but still cannot be bothered to move and go shower.

"So do I, and no, you actually don't smell bad at all, now let's get some rest babe," he orders, placing a soft kiss on the top of my head, as I snuggle closer to him and finally drift off to sleep.

I am woken by something hard digging into my back, with a soft giggle I realise just what that is.

"Morning," I softly say.

"Morning, did you sleep well?" Anders asked.

"Yes, what about you?" I ask, wiggling my butt against his morning wood.

"Yeah," he responds breathlessly, thrusting his hips forward slightly.

I turn around in his arms to face him, as he moves himself on top of me. Instantly I open my legs to welcome him, as he slips his rock-hard length inside me.

"What no fore play," I tease.

"Humm, sorry, should I stop?" Anders asks.

"Nope." I grin up at him, as he begins to move in-and-out of me.

Anders stills, then looks deep into my eyes before his lips find mine.

There is no kinky stuff, no fore play, I am not telling him I hate him. It is just me and him, as he gently slides in-and-out of me. This feels special, different, as my body begins to climb the dizzy heights. I hold on to him, never wanting to let this man go. My body shudders, as I reach my climax, it is mind blowing, but not because of all the games we normally play, but because all I can feel is pure peace, it wraps around me like a warm blanket.

Anders body jerks slightly, as he reaches his own climax, deep inside me. Then holds me in his arms, his chin resting on my head.

"Don't ever leave me Josie," he states, his voice filled with emotion.

I look up at him, and see tears forming in his eyes, as I shake my head.

"Don't ever leave me Josie," he repeats.

"I am not going anywhere," I tell him.

"Promise me, you will not leave me," he continues.

"I promise," I whisper softly to him.

He grabs me tighter to him, his body shaking, he is so vulnerable in my arms, and I feel my heart triple in size. This strong, arrogant arsehole is none of those things, not really, he is just as frightened as the rest of the world, probably more so. "I hate you," he whispers softly to me, and I know he doesn't mean hate at all.

"I know, I hate you too." I smile up at him, as he lets out a little chuckle.

"I know babe, I know," he sighs out in contentment, as I hold on to this man- child, who I do not hate at all.