Obsession (A Bad Boy's Secret Baby) (10 page)

If she was trying to drain my soul from my dick, it was working.

That's why I had to stop her. Her head pulled back in a long arc, there was popping sound as she came off my cock. She looked up at me pouting with a devilish grin and licked her lips. She made me want to lose control and ram my cock down her throat until she finished me off.

But there was something else I wanted even more.

I disregarded her sad, hungry whimper at being forced to her feet and dragged her to the toolbox. I kicked off the rest of my boots and pants then sidled up behind her. I moved by sheer carnal instinct only when I wrenched her yoga pants down.

I thought about throwing away the rest of her wardrobe. I fucking loved the way she looked in the tight, stretchy pants. Granted, I liked the way she looked out of them even more. The motion of taking her pants down nearly doubled me over in pain, but I pushed through it.

Kneeling down on one knee, the scent of her clean, wet pussy drove me fucking insane. She squeaked when I sunk my teeth into her ass cheek. I ran my thumb between the slick folds of her pussy, caressing the swollen nub of her clit.

“Mmmm, that's the best honey I've ever tasted,” I said, popping my thumb in my mouth and sucking it dry.

“Stop screwing around and fuck me before I explode.” She led me to my feet by the shirt, then tore it off my body. I groaned again, but this time it was from the bruises “Are you okay for this?”

“I can't think of a better reason to end up in the hospital,” I smiled through the pain. The sudden jolt cleared my haze of lust just enough for something else to pop into my mind. “Is this— The actual sex. Is it okay for the baby?”

“Don't worry,” Kait laughed. “You're not going to poke it in the head or anything.”

“Good enough for me.” My eyes feasted on her seductively, tempting figure, all bent over and ready for me.

I nearly fell into her curves and tight waist as her hips eagerly bucked for me. My cock teased her petals, I was going to fuck her without a condom. She would be the first woman I'd ever experience fully without a latex barrier. That thought made my already rigid cock hard enough to crush stone.

I reached around and spread her lips then slowly pushed my cock into her slippery cunt. My head swam with sensation as I buried more and more of myself in her. Inch after throbbing inch made Kait moan louder and louder.

“Fu— Mmm.” She gasped getting filled up, then whispered, “Fuck me.”

I felt drunk off the sounds and swears that tore through her. I never imagined a person could feel this good. I could survive without food and water, but not without her pussy.

The tool chest slammed against the wall with my first thrust, then took on a chaotic driving rhythm with each subsequent push. I slid a hand under her shirt until it touched the strap of her bra, then I dragged my nails down either side of her spine. Kait propped her arms up, which gave her back a wild arch and allowed my cock to plunge even deeper.

She was all mine. We had won. We came together in every way imaginable and defied the odds. I loved this woman and she loved me. The thought thrilled me, spurring me on, harder and faster.

Moments later Kait was screaming out my name in body shaking orgasm. I flexed my cock and in turn her pussy crushed it. On the cusp of coming my body was compelled to pull out and spray all over her back. I took her hips in my hand and pushed deeper instead.

I buried my seed as far into her as possible, if only because I could and because we both wanted it. I gripped her milky, naked skin for support as the aftershocks threatened to unravel me.

For a short while it felt like the tremors would start in me then reverberate in her and vice versa. I had never felt that connected to another human being before.

“That was— Wow.” Kait was panting and groaned when I eventually pulled out. “Are you trying to give our baby a sibling?”

“Why not?” I smiled, slumping against the wall, exhausted. “You wanted to stop at just one?”

We cleaned up, dressed and made our way to the couch in the lounge. Our fire house was small so our lounge only consisted of one couch, a card table and a TV. It was fine enough for the two of us.

My stomach growled loud enough for both us to pause in our conversations about how drastically our lives were going to change. “Before rocking my world with news of kid and then with other things... You were on your way over here with food, right?”

Before she could answer, another call came in over the radio looking for available trucks for fire in the city. I mostly ignored it. All the real firefighters were still taking care of that five-alarm in the industrial district.

The address of the blaze was repeated and this time I caught it like a slug to the chest.

It was the same place Brendan and Drew were on their way to when they left here. Whatever happened at that apartment building had gotten a lot worse if it was now on fire.

So what?
I wasn't a cop and I didn't have so much as a ladder truck here. What was I going to do?

A dark thought raced through my mind. Brendan would never accept me or this child as a part of his family. If something happened to him in that fire all my problems would magically go away.

“Shit,” I grumbled. I wasn't that guy. I couldn't live with myself if I did nothing and he was hurt or killed. I was pissed at him, but Kait had already lost her father and she didn't deserve to lose her brother too.

I thought of my unborn child, how would they view me if they knew that I ignored this call? I didn't know what I was going to do, but I knew I was going to do something.

“What is it?” Kait cocked her head at me inquisitively. The red hue that filtered down from the warning lights overhead made her positively glow with beauty.

My body ached for me to stay and take her again. And again.

“Your brother,” I said. “He might be in trouble.” My old military instincts began kicking in and taking over. Just because I wasn't in the service anymore didn't mean I stopped being a marine. “Help me grab a few things.”

Kait

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his was very bad.

The flames that flared out of the top of the three story building were visible from several blocks away. The darkened sky was a smoky haze of bright yellows and oranges, it looked like the sun was setting again, but only behind this single building. When Mal told me which building it was all my insides twisted into knots.

The Washington plaza apartment complex was three stories and roughly the size of a city block. The one time I had gone there to visit a few friends I was appalled by the state of the building. The worst part, and the first thing that came to mind in this situation, was the lack of functioning fire exits.

It was owned by a notorious slum lord and even he was trying to get rid of the place. Despite dozens of safety citations against the complex, the city hadn't gotten around to condemning it, probably because it was low income housing. Between the general decay and lack of maintenance, everyone knew that this building was one bad day away from becoming a funeral pyre.

Please let Brendan not be in there....

There was a small army of police officers, ambulances, media and curious on-lookers, but not one fire truck. They were all still tied up across town. I spotted Captain Demoe right away, he was on the phone screaming at some poor soul. I scanned for Brendan, but couldn't find him anywhere. Now I was getting really worried.

Mal rode us right up to the police barricade, which primarily consisted of a line of parked cruisers and crowd control officers between them. I jumped off and rushed toward the captain. Most of the cops knew me so I didn't have a problem getting through. Mal on the other hand was stopped immediately. I turned back for him, but Mal waved me on.

I nodded and pressed on. The only thing that mattered right now was finding Brendan and making sure that he was alright.

“Captain!” I shouted as he hung up and pocketed his phone.

“Dammit, Kait. You shouldn't be here. It's too dangerous,” Demoe said.

He was a heavier set, balding man that seemed to wear a constant scowl while at work. I wasn't intimidated though, I knew the truth. He wasn't always an angry man. We'd talked many times when he picked up Ashley, his granddaughter. She was my favorite of the Children's Hope kids.

“What happened? Where's Brendan?” I couldn't keep the worry from my voice. I shared a concerned look with Mal, who was listening on the other side of the police tape barrier.

“Don't worry. They're on their way out,” he said, placing a parental hand on my shoulder. Then he got quiet so the media wouldn't overhear and slowly shook his head. “Some idiots were cooking meth in one of the apartments. They damn near—”

Demoe saw something behind me, then cut himself off to yell into the radio receiver mounted on his chest. I snapped my head around and saw two officers dragging a crying, screaming woman out the front door. She was fighting with the officers to get back into the building.

I could only wonder who she had to leave behind... That must have been a horrible kind of pain. It made my heart sink.

EMTs rushed through the barricade and immediately started treating the woman and both officers. Brushing off Demoe's grasping hand to stop me, I ran up with the EMTs to make sure Brendan was alright.

I hadn't made it halfway across the parking lot before the heat of the fire pushed against me. Even at that distance it was almost unbearable, I could only imagine what it must have been like inside.

“Kait,” one of the men said in an exhausted voice that was ragged from coughing. I recognized the man's voice to be Brendan's partner Drew Winter

They wore their hats low and had cloth wrapped over their faces to help guard against the smoke. Their uniforms were singed and smoking. Much to my horror, as they pulled down their makeshift masks I saw that neither was Brendan.

“No.” Instantly all my fears became reality. My brother was still in there.

“C'mon Kait,” Drew said, apologetically, leading me away from the fire.

“What the fuck happened in there?” Captain Demoe roared when we got close enough. “Where's officer Sutherland?

“He went back for the woman's daughter, sir. I-I couldn't talk him out of it.” Drew looked ashamed.

“So you just left him!” I screamed at Drew, I was beside myself. Drew turned away, obviously ashamed. He
should
be ashamed. How could he leave my brother in there to die! I turned to Captain Demoe “You're going to send someone in to get him, right?”

“Kait...” It was the first time I'd ever seen the commanding, always talking and yelling, Captain search for words. “We're not the fire department, we don't have the gear for this sort of thing. He'll need to find his own way out.”

“What if he can't? He could be hurt!” I was crying and starting to sound frantic.

I'd always accepted the risk of something happening to Brendan, not that he'd ever given me any choice in the matter. I figured if something ever did happen to him I would hear about it after the fact, like a phone call or a visit. If he ever did die in the line of duty I assumed that it would be quick and I wouldn't be there for it.

I'd spent years wrapping my brain around hearing that bad news. It was a horrible thought and of course I prayed for it to never happen, but I could at least understand it. But not this. My brother could be burning alive in that apartment. How could I possibly process that?

“You brother is a hero.” Drew reached out to touch my arm.

“I don't want a hero.” I jerked my arm away and screamed at the man who'd left Brendan behind. “I want my damn brother!”

Oh no, what was I going to tell Mariela?

Men shouting behind us shocked me out of my stupor. Had the fire spread? Did we have to move? When I heard the familiar revving engine I realized that that wasn't it at all. It was Mal.

He was on his bike and riding through the barricade toward the fire. A few cops tried to stop him, but they moved out of the way for fear of being hit by the speeding motorcycle. He was wearing the gear we'd taken from the firehouse.

The helmet and full-face breathing apparatus with the air tank he wore on his back, made Mal look like a superhero as he barreled toward the building. Aside from shooting at him, there was no way anyone could stop him now.

Mal rode with a red fireman's axe in one hand and jumped off when he had gotten close enough. The bike made it several more feet, then crashed into the side of the building far to the right of the main entrance.

A plume of thick gray smoke billowed out of the double doors and silhouetted Mal for a heartbeat. I reached out for him, mixed emotions raging through me with tempest winds. It was a gamble that no woman should ever have to endure.

Dread and hope ripped my heart to shreds as Mal disappeared into that burning building. Had my brother gained one last chance at life, or had I just lost the two most important people in my whole life?

“Who the hell was that?” Captain Demoe hollered.

“His name's Malik Long, sir. He, uh,” Drew cleared his throat. “Works over at Firehouse fifteen.”

“Oh, I remember
that
little sonofabitch.” The police captain's brow furrowed. Brendan wasn't the only one that hated the Long family. Old wounds run deep in this city. “He's a fireman now?”

“No, sir. I think he's just volunteering.”

“If he comes out of there alive,” the old man began to growl. “I want him arrested for reckless endangerment, theft of fire department property—” An explosion inside the building stole some of Demoe's bluster. A pillar of flame erupted from the third floor windows. “Everybody back!”

The whole face of the building groaned, then rippled under the intense heat and years of neglect. Finally the support pillars to either side of the entrance gave way and the front of the building collapsed. A landslide of smoldering wood and concrete came down in sheets. It crushed both the main doors and Mal's motorcycle.

I screamed. The thunderous cracking sound was deafening and the vibration tore through my whole body. The main entrance was gone. Even if they did survive the explosion, how were they going to get out?