Saved By The Firefighter
Chapter 72

Anders Point of View.

Watching Josie laugh, her face lighting up with glee, as she spoke with Ben's mother, did something to me. f**k, I had never been one for relationships, yet here I was a fully paid up member, and hell if I did not fall deeper in love with her every single moment of every single day. Once upon a time, the thought of staying in bed all day with a woman would have turned my stomach, making me sick to the core, but since meeting my feisty firefighter, who was the perfect blend of sweet, happy, friendly, and hot tempered, stubborn, fireball, I could not think of anything more pressing than spending a whole day in bed, even just to watch her sleep, after I had exhausted her of course.

I was never supposed to fall in love, too hurt by my past, unable to fathom what love was, felt like. I had never been on the receiving end of that concept, a child that was little more than a nuisance, and one who had the balls to turn their back on their criminal family and forge my own way in this world. Love for me, had always equalled pain, but not with her. With her, it was like a blanket of warmth on a cold winter's day, it was the constant state of uneasiness when she was apart from me, made worse by our recent lift encounter, then that club fire, where so many had been killed.

Her job was who she was, ... kind, caring, putting others needs before her own, ... and if I'm honest, her speaking with Joanne right now, putting them before my own. But the opposite side of her personality was the love of danger, the thrill of the fire, the adrenaline rush. She was sexy and dangerous, wrapped up in innocence, and she drove me wild.

Finally, I watched as she hung up on Joanne, she had kept me waiting, the truth was, I did not mind the wait, the watching her, seeing her smile, carefree and happy, but pretend annoyance was part of the game we played. The 'I Hate You' game, where those words replaced the ones I desperately wanted to say, that I loved her, but as yet, I could not voice it out, fear of rejection from a mother who never hugged her child, let alone told them she loved me. So, we played the game, uttering words of hate, that actually meant love.

I followed my feisty firefighter into the shower, as she stripped out of her blue firefighter's uniform, standing totally naked, and unashamed in front of me, the bathroom light catching the bars from her n****e piercings making them twinkle, as if winking at me, begging for my attention. In this game we played, I was the boss... her sir ... but in reality, the opposite was true. Josie, had me, all of me, in the palm of her hand, and I was not the dominant one, I was the one who would, in reality, fall to my knees, in front of her, just for the promise of a kiss from her delicious mouth.

"Shower, now," I commanded, as Josie grinned, then schooled her features into a submissive mask.

"Yes sir," she whispered, lowering her eyes, playing this game of ours.

I could not contain the chuckle that erupted from my lips, breaking character for a split second, as she almost skipped passed me, clearly excited for what was about to come.

Dropping my towel, I followed her into the steamy hot spray of water from the shower, then turned her to face the tiled walls, holding her wrists behind her back with one of my hands, as the other reached around, and began to play with the n****e bar that had winked at me.

A soft groan escaped Josie's lips, as her head tilted back over, her n*****s knifing out between my fingers as I rolled the bar around, before tweaking her hardened peak.

Letting her wrists go, I turned her around to face me, then dropped to my knees, spreading her long shapely legs, before tilting my head, and began to taste her sweet nectar. One long lick from back to front, and I was almost undone, as she whimpered with delight. Grabbing her thighs I parted her lower lips with my thumbs, before moving my tongue around her pierced clit, figure eight, ensuring I placed a little pressure on the piercing, as her body began to shake with the build-up of pleasure I was giving her. Just as I felt her body begin to still, her tell tale sign of her impending o****m, I removed my tongue from her swollen c**t as she growled out in protest. I knelt back, looking at her spread p***y, letting her body come down from the high slightly, before delving in again, tasting her once more, before thrusting my tongue deep inside her entrance, f*****g her with my mouth, as she writhed straddling my face.

"Oh f**k," she began to cry out, as I entered a finger into her puckered hole, tipping her over the edge.

With a silent scream on her lips, she came undone, her body stiffening before it convulsed, squirting her nectar all over my tongue. I lapped her up, like a man starved of food, enjoying every last ounce of her pleasure. It was addictive, she was addictive, and I could never get enough of her.

I looked up at her, and I could see the power of her climax, mixed with the tiredness from her nightshift was taking its toll on her body, as her head hung limply. Smiling I lifted her in my arms, switching off the shower, then wrapped her in a warm bath sheet, before lifting her once more, and taking her to the bed, laying her down.

"I am good," she whispered, trying unsuccessfully to stifle a yawn.

"Yes, you are, you are perfect. But now you must sleep because you are wiped out." I smile down at her.

"But I wanted to play," she protests her voice turning sleepier with each passing second.

"I know, and tomorrow, we can play as much as you like, but now, you have your final shift tonight, and you need to sleep."

I place a soft kiss on her forehead.

"Night-night, I hate you," I whisper.

"Humm, night-night, hate you too." Josie sighs, as she drifts off.

I spent the whole day, in bed, flicking thorough the channels, let me tell you, daytime TV is boring, yet still I was in a bubble of happiness, as Josie softly snored, curled up in a ball beside me. As she slept, suddenly she began to whimper, small sobs escaping her lips. I looked down, at her, as she began to whisper.

"No, not another one. No stop." Her body beginning to shake slightly, as more tears streamed down her face, I watched on feeling helpless, my poor brave girl was reliving horrors most of us will never understand, and I felt like my heart was about to break in two. I reached out, gently stroking her hair, hoping I could reach into the dream that was upsetting her, and somehow give her comfort.

"I don't want anyone else to die," she mumbled, as more tears streamed down her cheeks.

I let out a concerned sigh. I had read, you do not wake up someone who is having a nightmare, whether that is true or not, I do not know, so I curled up around her, encasing her into my arms, and whispered softly that it was just a dream, she was okay, it was just a dream. But I understood all to well, that this dream that was haunting her, was her reality.

I know that the arson cases are playing on her mind, I can see her eyes glass over every time anything is mentioned on the local news. This was the cost, the price she must pay to keep us mortals safe from the horrors of fire. I also understand perfectly, that watching her pay this high price, was also what I must endure, to be with her, to support her.

Do I wish she would change her job to something that was not so dangerous? In all honesty, I would say no, because being a firefighter is more than what she does, it is who she is, and I would not change a single hair on her head.

She snuggled back into me, turning in her sleep, her tears now gone, as she wrapped her arms around my body, and returned to soft snoring. Relief washed over me, the dream was gone, for now, and she could once again sleep soundly.

I sat in the car, as I watched Josie walk into the fire station, a smile on her face as she turned to wave me goodbye. Tonight was the final nightshift, tomorrow she began her four days off, which I had been informed, she was going to spend most of it with me in the swimming pool after I finished work. I had hoped she had forgotten about giving me swimming lessons, but sadly she had not, and was more determined than ever that I need to learn. The plus side was, I get to spend time with her in those sexy swimming costumes, that do things to me, that should be illegal. The down side was, I was still totally and utterly frightened of water, and I wondered how long it would be before I could fully control the fear.

As I watch her disappear into the station, I turn on my engine, then spin the car round, as I catch a glimpse of someone lurking in the bushes, between the station and McDonalds. They seem to be watching the station, but crouched down, dressed in black. I pull the car around as if I am heading away, to the junction, but pull up on the side of the road, watching the hunched figure in my rear-view mirror, when finally they move, standing up, glaring at the fires station. I blink my eyes, not quite believing what I am seeing, knowing who this person is. Picking up my phone and calling the local police. Then instantly swing the car round, and pull up, where she is stood.

"What are you up to Linda?" I growl as I stand in front of her, as she tries to run away, I chase after her, not wanting this crazy woman to escape.