Saved By The Firefighter
Chapter 71

Josie's Point of View

I looked down at my hands, that unusually trembled slightly, taking up the mic to get the information from dispatch had never been so gut wrenching. A shout was always an adrenaline rush, but knowing that someone was deliberately setting fires, was a whole different ball game, and something that resembled fear washed over my body as I waited for the information to come through, barely able to take a breath.

"Tango one, multiple car pile-up on A183 slip road from A19, three occupants trapped inside vehicle," the voice informed me, and I let out a loud puff of air.

Was this shout something to celebrate? Definitely not, but given it was not our arsonist playing their sick and twisted games, it was still a relief.

As Headache pulled the engine up alongside the police car, we jumped out of the engine, as Wayne ran round the side and got out the hydraulic cutters, whilst Twinkle gathered the blankets to cover the occupants as we prepared to take the roof from the Range Rover Evoque, which although a mangled mess, looked strangely familiar.

"Three occupants inside, all conscious, other than bumps and bruises, they should be okay. Obviously, we need to protect their spines and necks until they get to the hospital and be checked out properly. Hence the need for you guys to cut them out," the tall paramedic with beautiful green eyes framed with long black lashes informed me, his voice gravely. Normally, this would have caught my attention, but since meeting Anders, other men paled into insignificance in comparison.

I nodded my head, and walked around the far side of the vehicle, reassuring the occupants, only to instantly recognise Casper, Kean, and King, from Yellow Watch. f**k, they were on the way to work, part of our relief.

"f**k boys, way to f**k up our day," Davey shouted through the window at them.

"I am flipping you the bird, but cannot move my hands, so you have to imagine my middle finger in your face," Casper shouted back at Davey.

Ben disappeared back to the engine, probably to call the boss and let him know what was happening, so he could call in some reserve firefighters, to stand in for the three of them.

I looked at King, seeing he was in the driver's seat.

"Always told you, your driving was s**t," I grinned at him, as he flashed me a death glare.

Knowing these boys were okay, was a relief, especially as Kean started telling me to stop being a girl and get them the f**k out of the car, they would have completed the rescue by now.

I let out a light laugh, yeah, it was good that the normal piss-taking was happening, and the three guys were going to be just fine.

"You know the drill, here are the blankets, and close your eyes," Twinkle shouted through, passing the covers over to the guys.

Once they were covered, Twinkle passed me my set of cutters, as Davey took the other set, then working together, as we had multiple times before, we cut the roof from the car, as the green-eyed paramedic, and his mate, walked over, placing neck braces around them before getting them out of the car and onto the pat boards, carrying them to the ambulance.

"f*****g wankers, things you do to get out of a shitty shift," Ben chuckled at the three of them.

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up," Casper sighed out, trying to shake his head, but the neck brace kept him his head firmly in place.

"Y'all, lets all have a selfie," Wayne chuckled beside them.

"f**k you," Kean shouted, as Wayne dipped down beside their stretcher, and snapped a picture of himself beside them.

"Y'all, it's a good one, definitely one for the wall of fame. Now you folks all have a nice day." Wayne chuckled.

"Here, King, I think we may have scratched your new car a bit," Headache laughed.

"Okay, we need to get these guys to hospital." The paramedic broke up the banter, as Boss arrived in his small fire car, getting out with his hands on his hips, surveying the damage.

"Good job Red Watch, as always picking up the slack from Yellow Watch." He grinned, unusually joining in the banter.

As the ambulance drove away with our colleagues, Boss looked at us all.

"I have two firefighters to relieve them, but need one more, anyone fancy some overtime?" he asked.

Twinkle instantly put up his hand.

"Yeah, I will do it, the Mrs wants me to visit her sister this afternoon, and I really hate that woman." He shrugged.

Laughing we all clapped him on the back.

"You will be on the sofa for a week," I tell him, with a chuckled.

Twinkle shrugs, as if to tell me that he probably would be anyway. I wonder why the hell those two are married, other than the ability to dance a mean tango together, they had nothing in common, and his 'Mrs' was a complete b***h. Finally, the shift ended, and I am heading home to bed, when I check my phone.

Anders Hey sexy, I f*****g miss you. Fancy sleeping at mine today, so I can spend my Saturday in bed with you. Xxx

Josie - Yeah, sure, only one more nightshift to go, then on my days off. See you in around half an hour. Xxx

I smile at the exchange, before, putting the car into gear, and heading off towards Anders home. In all honesty, his bed is much more comfortable than mine, and I am desperate to get into his power shower with multiple nozzles, that looks like it belongs in a sci-fi movie. Plus, truth be told, I am missing him as well, not that I would ever give him the satisfaction of knowing that small fact. Pulling up outside his house that to me was more like a mansion, I get out the car, and ring on the doorbell. Anders answers, his smile wide, as he takes hold of me by the waist and pulls me to his large chest.

"Hey girlfriend." He chuckles at me.

"Hey arsehole." I grin back at him, as his hand connects with my bum, making me groan with pleasure, he knows how to play with me, driving me wild with desire.

"I hate you," he whispers, as his lips connect with mine.

"I hate you more." I grin, before melting into the soft kiss.

Lifting me off the floor, his lips still moulded to my own, as our tongues dance a tango with each other, Anders kicks the door closed, and partly carries me to the kitchen. The smell of a full English breakfast reaches my nostrils, making me break the kiss, as my stomach growls out, desperate for some decent food after the s**t Twinkle and Wayne produced for food last night.

Anders laughs, as he places me down on the chair in front of the large plate of bacon, scrambled eggs, sausage, and hash browns, with a round of toast.

"Thought you would appreciate some decent food." He smiles.

Nodding my head, I tuck straight in, this man, he makes me hate him, more and more each day.

"Then I thought you could head upstairs, have your shower, then snuggle up and get some well-earned rest, before I give you a full work out." Anders grins, winking at me.

Instantly I feel wide awake, sleep the furthest thing in my mind. Hell, I want more than anything to have that shower, then dive into his bed, and for him to give me that work out before I get some sleep.

"Or..." I grin up at him, taking the sausage on my plate, and licking it up and down, before pumping it in and out of my mouth suggestively.

Anders lets out a low groan, as his eyes dilate, with lust.

"We could shower together, then have a 'work out' before I fall asleep," I say, raising my eyebrows up in a question.

"Yep, that sounds like a good option. Now hurry up and eat your breakfast," Anders states, tapping his fingers on the table impatiently.

Deliberately, I slow down my eating, but making sure I tease the hell out of him, with my moans, and licking the broken yoke of my egg off the top of my sausage, making his fingers drum faster, as his breathing becomes laboured.

"I am going to make you pay for this," Anders growls.

"Oh, I really, really hope so." I grin at him, finally finishing off the food, as Anders circles around the kitchen table, and lifts me up into his strong arms, and throws me over his shoulder, carrying me up the stairs, taking them two at a time, before throwing me onto the soft bed.

I let out a laugh as I bounce slightly, as his body hovers over mine.

"f**k Josie, you do things to me I never believed possible," he whispers softly to me.

My phone buzzes in my work trouser pocket, and groaning at the disruption, I take it out, seeing it was a text from Joanne.

Sorry, are you still up? Xx

"It is Joanne," I say, wondering why she was texting, it must be important, so sit up on the bed, as Anders growls slightly, but places a kiss on the top of my head, before heading into his bathroom, and turning on the shower. Yes, just. What's up?" I ask.

My phone springs into life, as she calls me instantly.

"Hey, sorry to disturb you, and this is not really important, but I am having a slight melt down." Joanne sighs at the end of the phone.

"What's up?" I ask hearing the panic in her voice.

"I may have a date tomorrow night, I cannot tell you who with, or if it is or is not our boss. As neither of us want to be the station gossip," Joanne states.

I let out an involuntary squeal of delight. Yes, I knew those two had the hots for each other, and I cannot help but be happy for the pair of them.

"Your secret is safe with me." I grin down the phone.

"Ben knows, your boss may or may not have informed him, confidentially." Joanne sighs.

"Is he okay with it?" I ask.

"Not sure, he hasn't messaged me about it, only to say he was home from work okay." Joanne sighs.

"Are you wondering if he was okay last night on shift?" I smile, knowing she would be freaking out about her son finding out she wanted to bone our Station Officer. "Yeah, I am worried." She sighs.

"He was perfectly fine, and him and the boss, were their normal selves all night. So don't worry," I tell her.

"Thank you, sorry to message you when you will be needing sleep." Joanne sighs, and I can tell she is feeling bad for panicking about Ben and the Boss.

"Don't worry about that, you have been there for me, plenty of times." I smile, it is the truth, she was always just a phone call away.

"One more question," Joanne sheepishly asks.

"Yeah, what is that?" I grin, knowing the woman at the end of the phone, it was probably something wildly inappropriate.

"What is the current fanny fashion?" she asks.

I burst out laughing, throwing my head back, trust her to come out with something like that.

"I think it is whatever you feel comfortable with," I tell her.

"I know but overgrown 80s bush that gets no action, but is comfortable really isn't going to cut it, if you know, whip-me, actually whips me with his willy." Joanne giggled more like a schoolgirl than the fifty something year old. I laugh again, shaking my head.

"Maybe prune the bush," I laugh.

"Humm, do you think I am too old to bare all, so to speak?" She mutters.

Again, I laugh, tears starting to form in my eyes, as I can just see her looking down with a question on her face.

"Nope, not at all, I am sure the person who cannot be mentioned will appreciate the effort." I giggle.

"Hum, okay, thanks Josie, and remember, secret squirrels," Joanne tells me seriously.

"Of course, hey when is the date?" I ask her.

"Sunday at seven," she tells me.

"Okay, do you want me to pop over around four and help you choose an outfit?" I ask, knowing she would be panicking about everything right now. She has fancied the boss for so long, and after the last fiasco of a relationship she had, I am sure she will need a glass of wine, with some girl's time, to dress up and feel confident. Plus, I really need to know how this all transpired, because this is amazing, those two would be perfect for each other.

"Please, I mean, I don't intend to put out on the first date, but well, you never know." She sighs again.

"Always pays to be prepared. I will see you tomorrow, around four. Just remember, he is the lucky one." I grin down the phone.

"Thanks Josie, enjoy your sleep." Joanne sighs, obviously still stressing out about her night with the Boss.

I look up and see Anders stood, a towel hung low on his hips, as he leans against the door frame to the bathroom, waiting or me to finish the call.

Throwing my phone onto the bedside table, I jump from the large bed, and head towards him, already undressing as I go.

"I am all yours," I tell him as he lets out a low growl and grabs me by the waist and bundles me towards the sci-fi shower.

"Damn right you are, now get in that shower, because I intend to make you pay for your teasing ways," he growled, as I grin happily. Yeah, I really, really hate this man.