For a Hero (11 page)

Jenna felt panic creeping up her spine, but she stilled it. It wouldn’t help her to act foolish. She kept her cool and filed out with the rest of them. The fear, although muzzled, was still not silent. She worried, and she prayed. She thought of David and she hoped that a hero would save her.

*****

“Hank! Scott! Get the others! On the Engine, we have an explosion on the east side!”

David flipped the lights and sirens on and rocketed through the winding paths and parking lots to the location of the eruption.

BOOM!

Upon hearing the explosion on the west side, he radioed back to the station. “We need assistance. We have two fires, I repeat, two separate fires at the concert at Zilker. We need another engine or two ASAP. We are continuing to the fire on the east side of the auditorium, there is another on the west.”

BOOM!

“Make that three.”

*****

Jenna was able to break into a run once she got out of the front gate of the auditorium. She could not see the fires on the sides of the building, but the way the people scattered like dropped marbles, she knew they were there.

She ran toward her car.

BOOM

A car near to where she parked detonated. Its pieces flew up into the sky and an orange flash of light filled her vision. Her head met soft grass a little harder than she would have liked. She felt warm. And then everything went black.

*****

David parked engine 14 next to the flaming vehicle. The fire was completely isolated in the area of the explosion. There didn’t appear to be any bodies inside the vehicle. There was no trail of gasoline leading away from the car toward any populated area. Every sign pointed toward a complete accident.

The fire was extinguished quickly, and they were able to drive to the second explosion before the other engine arrived. Like the first, a lone car, in a secluded part of the parking lot, burned with no evidence that anyone was meant to be hurt. What are the chances of this same accident happening more than once in the same time frame? Two minutes with the hose and the fire was gone.

Engine 3 pulled up next to them. “Chief” Warren hopped down from the truck and spoke to David. “We just got back from checking the other explosion. It was just a car. There was nobody in it. It must have been an accident.” At the disgruntled look on David’s face, Warren knew there was more to the story. “What is it? Are the other two fires already out?”

“Yes they are. They were just cars, too. If they were all accidents, then I’m a monkey’s uncle. Get Scott, he is the forensic arson specialist; get him to take a look. He will be able to tell if the fires were deliberate.

“Yes, Sir.” Warren ran to engine 14 to grab Scott. David wandered over toward where the third explosion happened. With the fires extinguished, the night had become so dark. The area outside the auditorium was nearly pitch-black. Most people had left. There were still a few lingering concert-goers being interviewed by the police or the news. Evidently, the Black Keys had escaped unscathed; their big, white bus was gone.

The other car was in sight. Most of the men were back at the engines packing up the gear. David was alone. He intended to investigate a little bit. This was just a tad weird. There was no harm done beside the cars. Nobody had reported to the fire department or the police that it was their car that had been blown up. However, this kind of accident happening three times couldn’t just be happenstance.

Then, in the grass near the third car, David saw something move, a person.

*****

Jenna felt her body being lifted. She was rushed through the air, the cold night breeze brisked across her face. She tried to snuggle up into the fetal position but discovered that she was being carried, rather quickly, in fact, by a very large man. His chest was big and firm and his arms made a perfect cradle for her. She was so comfortable. Then she realized that she didn’t know where she was, or who was carrying her.

Before she could open her eyes, she felt herself being laid on a gurney. The cold ambulance mattress was a very poor substitute for the arms of the man who got her there. She opened her eyes at the touch of a man’s coarse hand on her face.

“David?” Her sweet little voice reached out of her throat toward him. His heart skipped a beat.

“Hey Honey. I didn’t know you’d be here tonight.”

“What happened?” She was having a little trouble speaking.

“There was an explosion. You were standing a little too close. The doctor said that you are ok; it just knocked the wind out of you. They do want to check for a concussion, though.” He stopped speaking long enough to give her a big hug around her neck. “I’m so glad you are alright. When I saw you in the grass out there, I nearly died. When the doctor is done with you, I am taking you home, no ifs, ands or buts about it.”

Jenna liked that just fine.

*****

David carried Jenna through the threshold of her apartment like a man carries his bride. His strides were long and light and he quickly laid her down on the couch. He pulled a blanket over her body and knelt by her side. His hand rubbed her forehead and brushed the hair out of her face. “You have a beautiful apartment, Jenna. I’m glad we got you back here safely. I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you.”

She rolled her head over to him. “You saved me.”

He smiled to himself. “No, I didn’t. I just carried you to the ambulance, and they didn’t even do anything for you. You were just lucky. It had nothing to do with me.”

“That’s silly. You saved me. Had you not found me out there, I could have died.”

David started laughing. “There is no way, unless the crickets staged a coup.”

Jenna rolled on her side to face him. “When I opened my eyes and saw you there, I knew I wouldn’t have to worry about anything. You make me feel so safe.” Her hand outstretched to his chest and she planted it firmly over his heart. “Thank you.”

He responded with a smile and he kissed her forehead. “You need some rest. It’s been a long night. I’m going to go. I’ll come back tomorrow morning and check on you.”

“No! Wait! Who will take care of me if I’m here all night alone?”

David understood, but he wanted to play. “Whatever do you mean? The doctor gave you a clean bill of health. You need some sleep.” He turned and walked toward the door.

“Oh David, I’m feeling faint.” She put her wrist against her forehead and made a mega-dramatic sigh face as she turned her head away from him. “Maybe a kiss would make me all better.” She pursed her lips forward in a kissing motion without removing her wrist or turning her head.

David laughed. “Oh yeah? Where can I give you that kiss to make it most effective?”

Jenna pooched her lips out even farther, looking like a very feminine little fish.

“What? I don’t speak guppy.”

She whipped her head around to him and pointed at her sweetly pooched mouth.

“Oh, ok.” David smugly commented and he sank down next to her again.

His mouth met hers slowly and tenderly. The skin of their lips melded together; moisture coated them and he gave her one big, firm, sweet kiss. The sound that it made pulling his lips from hers warmed his soul.

She made a little pouty groan deep in her throat, just one flat syllable of “mmm.” Her feigned distress was rather pitiful, but all at once, magically endearing.

“What is it, Honey?”

“For my health to get better, I think I will need more kisses.” She made a sympathetic sick face, like an orphan asking for soup.

“Where do you need kisses?”

Without skipping a beat or changing her facial expression, she ripped the blanket from her body quickly and as soon as it was gone, returned to slow, sad little movements.

He rested his hand tenderly on her belly. “Here?”

She nodded, visibly under imaginary duress.

He pulled her shirt up and kissed her stomach. He kissed little circles around her bellybutton and down to the seam of her pants and back up to the bottom of her bra. And then he sat back up. “All better?”

She aggressively shook her head from side to side, and pulled her shirt up over her bra. She turned her head away again making sad eyes.

David ran his nose between her breasts. “Here, too?”

Jenna nodded, not completely unable to show the pleasure he was giving her with his attention.

David kissed the skin not covered by the bra, smooches, little licks, and nibbles, too. With his fingertips, he pushed her bra up over her tits. Her nipples hardened quickly in front of him and he couldn’t resist but to fill his hands with them. He squeezed and kneaded and continued to kiss all around them. His lips found their way underneath her tits and he sucked the soft flesh into his mouth. He licked and laved and suckled before circling around them. With one long drag of his tongue, he licked over her nipples. Jolts of electricity shot from her tits down to her pussy and then up to her head. She began to push her chest against him, and rub his head as he loved her.

David sat up. “All better?”

“Shit, no. Get back down here and cure me, goddammit!” She pulled his head down to her stomach and pushed him toward her denim skirt.

“Is this where you want me, Honey?”

“I don’t know. Maybe.” She pushed harder.

“Well, if you don’t know, then I can’t rightly take advantage of your indecisiveness. I have to know you want me there for sure, or I can’t go.”

“Yes, David, kiss my pussy, please.”  The fever of lust had gotten to her head and pushed the game out of her mind.

He lay on the couch with her, his head at her pelvis. He ran his hands down her perfectly smooth legs. They were strong and shapely and flawless. He breathed out as he caressed her thighs with his face, his cheek and lips and breath dragging across her skin. He blew up her skirt, to send shivers up her spine. With extreme slowness, he rolled the skirt up her legs, revealing a pair of pink panties. “These are cute.”

“Shut up. I didn’t know this was going to happen today.”

“No, Jenna. I like pink.” He bit at the crotch of her panties. He licked them and made them wet, and then breathed slow, hot air onto them. She vibrated with want and rocked her hips up to him, using his face to stimulate her. “Easy, Baby. We’ll get there.”

“Grrrrr.” Jenna play-growled at him, although she was getting very antsy waiting.

He used his index finger to pull the panties to the side, revealing her beautiful pussy lips. David let loose a little sigh of satisfaction as he moved his mouth to her. One soft kiss to her lips and Jenna shook. Her back arched. David sent his tongue down into her channel, exploring, tasting, getting to know her. As it curled back up to tickle her inside, his lips kneaded her labia. “Oh my god, David.”

He pulled his tongue out and pushed back her hood with his upper lip before sucking her clit into his mouth. He worked it in and out of his lips, sucking and breathing and licking. Jenna wrapped her thighs around his head. “I’m getting close!” David took her hips with his hands and pulled her into his face. His kisses and licks became faster and faster until he was moving her clit in and out of his mouth so quickly that Jenna started to scream.

“I’m cumming!” Her body convulsed, but David never let go; he never stopped, not until all the lights and explosions and joys of her orgasm had left her. As she calmed down, he sat up, wiped his lips and smiled.

“That was fun.”

Jenna grabbed his shirt by the collar and pulled him to her. “Take me. Make love to me.”

David’s eyes hooded with seduction for just a moment, but then he pulled back. “I don’t know, Jenna. What if I hurt you?”

Too lustful to soften her tone, she told him exactly how she felt. “You won’t hurt me, David. I need to be ravished. I need you to take me, David. Fuck me hard.”

David bit his lip. It was hard to argue with that. He stood up and ripped his shirt off. Jenna squirmed with delighted anticipation. He unbuttoned his pants and pulled down. His monster cock burst from within his jeans and stood fully upright. Jenna gasped and wrapped her fingers around it.

David got back on the couch with her, gloriously nude. His body sparkled; the lines of his muscles looked fake. They were so beautiful. He leaned forward and with his hand put the tip of his dick right at her labia. She bucked her hips toward him, but he unwaveringly maintained control. He swirled his head on her pussy, letting her cream coat him completely.

“Put it in me, David. Please?”

David’s smile turned up particularly mischievously. He never thought he would enjoy himself so much.

Slowly, he began to push himself inside her. Centimeter by centimeter he stretched her open. She groaned and panted. The look on her face said “pain” and “fear.” David stopped.

“Are you ok?”

“Yes, I’m great. It feels so good.”

“It doesn’t hurt?”

“Fuck yes, it hurts. It hurts good. Give it all to me.”

David never thought he would hear that phrase. ‘It hurts good.’ What does that mean? Oh well, if his Jenna felt good and wanted more, then more was exactly what she was going to get.

He plunged his cock into her. Her pussy lips met the skin of his balls beneath his dick. She felt nailed to him, attached, penetrated, and owned. She wrapped her arms around his neck. “More!”

He started to slide out of her and then sink back in. Her shirt was still around her shoulders and her skirt was hiked up around her waist and she didn’t care. There would be time for naked later. Right now, there was only this beautiful, perfect man, making love to her.

He moved faster. Jenna could feel the muscles of his back churn as he pumped his cock into her. She picked up the rhythm and fucked with him, their bodies in perfect sync.  She began to quiver. She, unable to speak, reached for his mouth with hers.

He got the message and kissed her while they bucked into one another. His tongue danced with hers while his cock pounded into her. His hands wrapped firmly around her shoulders and pulled down, deepening his thrusts and intensifying her sensations. His kiss moved from her lips to her cheek, down to her jaw, and then around her neck and collarbone. She pulsed from the stimulation and dug her nails into his back.