Lights to My Siren (17 page)

I snorted. “That’s just the price you pay when you have children. I always tell my brother that, too. What exactly did you boys think would happen when you had sex? There’s always that possibility, that’s the risk you take.”

“If I could fuck you every day, I wouldn’t complain about any kids. As long as you were there to help. This single parent thing is no joke. Even with all the help I get from the club and Lindsey’s mother. And now you. I never realized it would be this hard. When he was a baby he was much easier. Now I have to watch him constantly. Or he’ll...oomph.”

The breath hissed out of Sebastian’s lungs as Johnny tried to launch himself out of the trampoline without any thought to the fact that he wasn’t actually Superman, and he couldn’t fly. Sebastian had to dive forward to catch the boy before he did a belly flop on the hard, unforgiving ground.

“Jesus.” He growled, tossing Superman over his shoulder and stalking back to the house.

I followed, laughing at him as he stomped up the porch steps, into the kitchen, and set Jonny down on his feet.

“Go take a piss, boy.” Sebastian ordered.

Johnny followed his orders. Only he turned around and went back outside, and was peeing off the back porch before Sebastian, nor I, could object.

When I looked back at Sebastian, his hand was covering his eyes in exasperation.

“You know you love him.” I goaded.

“I love the fuck out of him. But sometimes it’s...stop pissing on my tomatoes you little shit!” Sebastian bellowed.

Johnny turned his urine stream back towards the grass as ordered.

In only a few more moments, Johnny was finished and they headed to Sebastian’s truck.

They were situated and backing out of the driveway when Sebastian cursed.

“Shit. Be right back.” Sebastian said as he threw the truck in park and released his seatbelt.

He returned moments later with his leather cut over his shoulders, and the Dixie Wardens symbol dominating his back.

I stayed silent as Sebastian got back in and drove to the restaurant. I really wanted to ask about a million questions about his club, but I wasn’t sure if I wanted to know the answers. Not to mention I didn’t want to be told I couldn’t have those answers.

Kettle met us at the door wearing his own Dixie Wardens cut, looking intimidating as hell, despite his beauty.

He was tall, nearly 6’5, according to Sebastian, and built to kick ass. His hair was styled into a Mohawk of rich chocolate brown, and his skin was a smooth golden brown. I guessed that he was of Italian descent with the patrician features. His face was eloquent, sharp lines, and a strong jaw. His nose was perfectly straight, and not a blemish was in sight. He looked like a badass to the extreme, even in his perfectly creased jeans and dark grey V-neck shirt.

And his name was the shit.

That’d been one of the only things that Sebastian had told me about one of the club members.

He’d explained that despite his size, Kettle was a levelheaded man. He was easy to get along with, didn’t find much fault in anybody. One second he’d be perfectly happy, then something, or someone, would disrupt his calm, and he’d just snap.

Like the whistle of a teakettle. One moment all was quiet, the next, the whistle of the teakettle would sound, and Kettle would ignite.

Sebastian’s phone rang, and he cursed.

“Will you get Johnny out?” Sebastian asked, not waiting for an answer before stepping out of the truck and slamming the door.

“Of course.” I muttered.

Johnny watched me with his father’s eyes as I unbuckled him from his seat, and then gathered him in my arms. He wrapped his hands around my neck, pulled me closer, and kissed my cheek.

“I love you.”

My heart warmed. “I love you too, Sweet Pea.”

He was so sweet. He’d been telling me that for weeks now, whenever he saw me. He’d tell me over the phone, and as the weeks passed by, I fell more and more in love with the little boy.

As we reached the entrance, I finally caught the tail end of the phone conversation Sebastian was having.

“...are you sure? Is there a gas can and a grill? Yeah? Fuck. I’ll be there in five.” Sebastian growled as he punched the off button and barreled back to the truck.

“I’m sorry, baby. I have to go. There’s been another arson. Kettle, can I borrow your truck?” He asked urgently.

In answer, Kettle removed his keys from his pocket, tossed them towards Sebastian’s waiting hand, and caught Sebastian’s in return.

“Give ‘em a ride home for me. We’ll switch back trucks later. Thanks.” He said rushing towards me, giving me and his son a quick kiss, and then taking off at a dead run towards Kettle’s truck.

We all watched in silence as he pulled out of the parking lot, and sped in the general direction of downtown.

Turning my eyes to Kettle, I smiled uncertainly.

Kettle wrapped his arm around my shoulders and walked us inside, leading us to a seat where a very pretty woman sat.

The woman was about my age, twenty-seven or so. She was Hispanic with hard brown eyes. She looked like she took shit from no one and ate nails for breakfast.

And I loved the shirt she was wearing, and told her so as soon as I made it up to the table.

She smiled shyly before glancing at Kettle at my side, and then coming back to rest on me. “Thank you.”

Kettle held my hand out for Johnny, who went willingly.

Johnny and Kettle had a relationship like no other. It was like Kettle understood the three year olds every word, despite the fact that the majority of the time it sounded like gibberish.

Now that my hands were free, I held them out to the woman. “I’m Baylee Roberts. That’s Johnny. Sebastian, his dad, had to leave. He was called to the scene of a fire.” I said by way of greeting.

“I’m Annalise. It’s nice to meet you.” I said politely.

It didn’t go unnoticed that she failed to mention her last name, which I felt had more to do with the fact that Kettle was watching and listening to her intently.

I enjoyed dinner with them, but felt horrible that Kettle had to drive me home, and Annalise had refused to go with us, citing work in the morning.

Kettle agreed, albeit reluctantly, to let her go. However, he’d made her promise to call him.

I knew she wouldn’t, and Kettle did too by the hardness to his jaw.

I sensed more to this story, but since this wasn’t my friend, nor someone I knew all that well, I didn’t feel like it was my right to ask him what was going on.

Kettle was a nice man, and I appreciated him taking me home, even though he’d really, really wanted to stay with the woman.

Being the nosy woman I was, and searching for something neutral to talk about, I asked. “Why weren’t you called out to that fire?”

He grimaced. “You heard that Sebastian was demoted when he’d been arrested, right?”

Sebastian had told my about his demotion a few weeks ago when he’d been released from wearing the ankle monitor that tracked his movements. He’d told me exactly why he was wearing it, and what had happened at the station in the aftermath.

“Yes, he told me he used to be Lieutenant. Why?” I asked him.

Kettle’s jaw tightened and I admired how handsome he was, yet again.

“He still has the same duties as a lieutenant. Same responsibilities. Same respect. Everything but the title and the pay. The Captain is fucking him over, and Sebastian won’t do a single thing about it.” He told me, turning on his blinker, and turning onto Sebastian’s street.

Well that just...sucked.

“When will he get that back? He’s no longer being monitored. Hell, they expunged his record in exchange for the ankle monitor. What exactly is he supposed to do now?” I asked as Kettle pulled into Sebastian’s driveway, parking next to my car.

He sat there silently before answering. “He needs to report the Captain’s behavior. He won’t do it, though, because he doesn’t want to be a dick about it. He won’t let anybody else do it, either.”

My mind whirled. “What if I did it?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. You’d have to have something to report first, and that’s not happening right now. He won’t ever bring you into this shit storm willingly. So he’ll keep getting called out on false alarms, and expected to show up when he’s not really needed.”

“So, today, he wasn’t needed?” I asked confused.

Kettle opened the door and stepped out into the cool night air. “He was needed. The Captain’s not stupid. The boys look up to him and his leadership. They don’t do that for the Captain and he knows it, which is why he was required tonight.”

I opened my own door and exited the vehicle. Kettle got the sleeping Johnny and settled him into bed before he turned and started back for his truck. “See you later, Lee. Take care of our boy.”

“Hey!” I called to his back.

He turned and squinted at my through the glaring brightness of the porch light. “Yeah?”

“What’s your real name?” I asked curiously.

“Kettle is my name. Or, at least, the only one I care about. Later.”

I took a quick shower, pulled one of Sebastian’s t-shirts that was at the foot of his bed, and went to check on Johnny.

Satisfied that he was okay, I curled up in bed, and fell asleep to thoughts of a mistreated Sebastian.

The bed shifting woke me, and an exhausted Sebastian curled up at my back moments later.

“Hey,” I murmured into the darkness.

His body smelled of the Irish Springs soap he has in his shower, and a faint whiff of smoke. “Hey, baby.”

I was almost back to sleep when I felt my leg being lifted, and the persistent prod of Sebastian’s dick at the folds of my heat. I didn’t know what it was about the man that turned me on so much, but as soon as I felt the wide head of his cock prodding at my opening, I was right there with him, despite my lethargy.

Pushing my ass back into him, and widening the stance of my leg, I moved my hand down until I was cupping his cock.

He was hot, hard, and pulsing in the palm of my hand. The veins of his dick throbbed with each pound of his heart. “I need you.” He said insistently.

Not able to deny him anything, I tilted my hips as Sebastian positioned the wide crest of his dick at my entrance, and started pushing against the resistance my body offered.

I wasn’t as ready as I normally was, but I could care less. Right now, I wanted it, no matter if it came with a little pain or not.

When he started to stop, recognizing I wasn’t as ready, I took control, pushing him until he rolled over on his back, and I straddled his thighs.

Reaching between his legs, I positioned his cock straight up, and started sinking down on his cock.

My hand hovered where his cock disappeared into my body, feeling as inch after slow inch disappeared into my body until, finally, I’d taken him fully.

He filled me up to the brink, just to the point of pain, and I loved it.

My hips undulated over and around his cock, working back and forth, side to side. “Fuck me.” Sebastian hissed, fingers digging deep into the soft flesh at my hips.

My ass rose, letting the head of his cock drag along my insides deliciously slow before dropping back down, letting my weight and gravity work their magic.

Sebastian’s need took over then, and I found myself flat on my back, with Sebastian between my splayed thighs in the next second.

I gasped as he folded first one, and then the other leg, almost as if I was sitting Indian Style but on my back, and plunged down into me. Over and over again, letting his body weight and superior strength pound that large dick of his into my core until I was hurtling over a cliff I wasn’t even aware I’d been standing on.

“Sebastian, yes!” I cried loudly as my vaginal muscles pulsed, coaxing the cock inside of me to let go as well.

“Oh, yeah,” He hissed, ramping up his thrusts until I was seeing stars.

With a hoarse cry, Sebastian pulled from my body abruptly, throwing my legs wide as the snap of latex sounded through the room.

The darkness prevented me from seeing what he did next, but when Sebastian’s knuckles rubbed furiously over my slick center, I knew he was furiously pumping his cock. Then the warm splashes of heat denoted his orgasm right before he collapsed onto the bed beside me, breathing heavily.

“Jesus, Seb, I think you killed me.” I breathed.

He chuckled, and left the bed.

The bathroom light turned on, illuminating the room, allowing me to see the thick creamy remnants of Sebastian’s orgasm staining my chest.

I lifted my hand, and trailed my finger through the come that started at the apex of my thighs, and trailed up to the very edge of my collarbone. I stopped when I felt the heat of Sebastian’s gaze on me as I did so, held out my tongue as I lifted the finger covered in his juices to my mouth, licking it clean.

He laughed. “Did you want me to wait to clean you until you’re finished, or would you like me to clean you now?”

In answer, I took my finger, trailed it over the largest splash of come on my stomach, and repeated the process.

Sebastian’s eyes heated and he dropped to his knees at the bottom of the bed. Crawling up between my still splayed thighs, he ran his own finger through the juices, and held the finger up to my mouth for me to lick it clean.

The process was repeated five more times, until my body was clean.

“Jesus, I’m hard again. What you do to me.” He rasped, bending over my body and kissing me full on the mouth.

“You’ll have to take care of that little...big problem.” I teased.

And he did. Three more times.

Chapter 14

Relax, I’ve seen worse.

-T-shirt

Sebastian

I pulled up to Station three and parked my bike in the visitor allotted space.

What I was about to do went against everything that was ingrained in me, but it had to be done.

I’d been taught that the chain of command was everything in the Marines.

I’d furthered that rule by joining The Dixie Wardens, and abiding by their laws. I’d furthered even that by working in a chain of command at my job, as well.

I’d followed those rules to the T until the last fire, and I couldn’t keep that promise anymore. I needed back up and reinforcements or even more people were going to die.