RICHARD (A BAD BOY ROMANCE) (19 page)

Chapter 1

Gunner

“Keep
it down!” I hissed, balls-deep in the most succulent little thing I’d had in
weeks. I’d always loved fucking screamers, but having this chick wake up the
entire
firehouse would have killed my
boner like nothing else.

Let’s
be honest—it wasn’t the idea of my fellow firefighters knowing I was plowing some
gorgeous chick on the break room table that bothered me so much. I’d end up
bragging about it in a few hours over breakfast to a score of whoops and “
atta
-boys” from my firehouse brothers. Waking up the fire
chief was a whole other matter. It would have done no favors for my continued
employment.

“Fuck!”
she moaned “Gunner, it feels so good!” She squirmed her hips as I teased at her
clit with my thumb, the rest of my hand resting on her pubic mound to keep her
somewhat in one place.

“Quiet!”
I said, glancing toward the door that led out into the hallway, dreading that a
silhouette might just cross by while this loudmouth was screaming about how
thick my cock was.

And
if it wasn’t her mouth that got me in trouble, it was going to be this sweet
pussy. I was trying to hold back, trying to keep
my
cum in my balls until I could pull out and let her gulp it all down, but the
way she was moving had me in a tight spot. This girl was a handful.

Brandy
bit down on her wrist, making some effort to keep quiet while I fucked her
brains out—for all the good it did. Every few seconds her back would arch up
and she’d let out a moan that could wake up the entire neighborhood.

Enough is enough,
I thought, pulling out of her just long enough to rip her panties from around
her ankles and shove the lacy silk right into her mouth, reducing those screams
to muffled moans. I smiled at my own ingenuity before getting back to business,
my fingers still tirelessly teasing her throbbing nub.

Her
indistinct screams grew louder against the makeshift gag and those gorgeous,
round hips of hers started to buck against every thrust. I couldn’t help but
grin as I watched the makings of an earth-shattering orgasm play across her
face, her entire body writhing and flailing against my steady grip on her.

“That’s
it,” I said, driving my thick cock harder into her, eagerly shoving her over
the edge and into a warm, welcoming oblivion. “Good girl. I know what a little
slut like you needs.”

Brandy
looked up into my eyes, nodding as she threw her head back, digging her nails into
my skin as before she swooned backward. Her chest heaved and she let out a soft,
plaintive whimper with every exhale. Her body glistened with sweat, a soft
silver sheen of moonlight from the open windows making her skin glow in the
darkness of the station’s break room.

I
looked at her for a moment, watching the dazed expression on her face and
admiring my handwork. But I was far from done.

I
climbed up on top of the table, straddling her chest as she looked up at me, my
dick resting against the valley between her soft tits. She smiled around the
gag, pushing her breasts around my wet dick as I started to move it back and
forward between them.

Prior
experience gave me more than enough confidence that the table could hold the
two of us—even while we were fucking like animals. Hell, the damn thing never
even made a noise the entire time I fucked those pretty little tits. I could
feel my balls starting to tighten and my shaft swelling as it filled with cum,
building up pressure before it all came gushing out onto her chest. There’s
nothing better than the way a girl looks with
my
cum
dripping off of her like a pearl necklace.

I
could hear moaning even louder around the wadded up panties in her mouth. She’d
managed to get a hand down between her thighs and she was
jilling
herself off in earnest, her chest working hard as I felt my climax barreling
toward me. I wasn’t about to remove those panties. I figured if she had
anything important to say, it could wait until after I finished.

My
cock
spasmed
hard, and I threw my head back as a wave
of pleasure shot up from my swollen erection. I closed my eyes as I basked in
the brief glory of my own orgasm.
My
cum burst out of the
tip in thick, white ropes across her chest, my hips still working back and forth
as I came, drenching her in my lust.

I
let out a slow groan as I ruined those pretty tits. I couldn’t help loving the
way they bounced as my body moved on top of hers, her pert little nipples
stiffening in the cold air around her. It was almost a full minute before I
tear my gaze away from that cum-covered perfection to look into those pretty brown
eyes of hers. I could see it. She’d driven herself back over the cliff again, a
massive orgasm rolling through her like a freight train. I gazed into those
eyes and I smiled…

Just
in time to see them roll back into her head as she went limp.

“Brandy?”
I asked, keeping my voice low as I turned her face toward me, only to have it
fall back where it had been. I gently slapped my hand against her cheek, hoping
that she’d just zoned out from her orgasm, but when she didn’t stir I started
to panic.

Fuck,
I thought, climbing off of her chest before I pulled her panties out of her
mouth, tossing them aside as I put two fingers against the vein in her neck to
feel for a pulse. I could feel her heart beating. It was like a hummingbird’s
wings—fast and frantic.

Holy. Fucking. Shit. What
the fuck happened?

I
put my ear close to her mouth, hoping to at least hear and feel her breath
against my skin.

Fuck!

“Help!”
I cried, hurriedly pulling my pants on as I pushed open the door to the
hallway. “Somebody, help! Get the fuckin’ pads!”

I
screamed as loud as I could until the sounds of rushing firemen echoed down the
hall toward me. Two of my guys had stumbled out of our more official sleeping
quarters and were making their way to the break room. I moved out of the door
as four more firemen followed.

They
crowded around her in only a matter of seconds, checking her pulse just like
I’d done. Within an instant I watched a bare-chested fireman straddling her, ready
to start compressions if necessary. Someone else started shouting for our
in-house defibrillator. The thought crossed my mind that I might have actually
fucked her to death—until I remembered how stupid that sounded.

“Shit,
Gunner. The fuck did you do, man?”

My
lips felt numb. My face flushed. “I don’t know, I just fucked her!”

“Oh,
for fuck’s sakes,” someone shouted from behind me. “Move!”

One
of the guys came through with the portable defibrillator. Only a few seconds
had
went
by, the whole station working together
swiftly to assess the situation. Tensions were high, but before he could start
charging paddles, someone started laughing.

“Guy’s,
she’s just passed out,” I heard a familiar voice say from within the crowd of
men—my friend, Tom
Stoggins
. Seeing as I’d damn near
started administering CPR, I’d never been so glad he was moonlighting as an EMT
in my life. “Gunner here fucked her lights out.”

“How
the fuck was I supposed to know she was
gonna
crash
on me?” I grumbled, leaning my elbow on the very same table I’d been pounding
Brandy. “I mean, shit, she can take it…”

Ten
minutes later she was back on her feet and going to be fine, but waking up naked
and surrounded by firefighters hadn’t exactly gone over well for her. She
stumbled and damn near passed out a second time. I was going to have to screen
my booty calls more thoroughly in the future… I needed them a bit more…
Robust
…

“Maybe
you just like them limp and lifeless, Gunner,”
Stoggins
said snidely, smirking at me over his coffee. “Figured that was the only way
you’d have gotten laid in the first place.”

“Up
yours,” I said, flicking a piece of egg at him from across the table. “You’re
the one chowing down on the site of my latest conquest.”

“Yeah,
and I had to wipe your damn
jizz
off her tits before
I could get ready to shock her back to life,”
Stoggins
laughed. He’d never let go of a chance to give me shit—especially one as good
as this one. “Never thought someone could actually fall asleep fucking, but
somehow you managed to be that dull in bed—or on the table.”

The
other men all laughed into their eggs, shaking their heads as they watched me
and my friend go back and forward. This wasn’t anything new to them,
Stoggins
and I had been together since our very first
day—he was the closest thing I had to a best friend.

“I
mean, honestly, I don’t think I’ve ever fucked a girl so bad that the only way
she thought to get out of it was to start snoring.”

“You
know what
Stoggins
? How about you kiss my—”

“Gunner
Cole!” my Captain bellowed. I visibly flinched at the sound of my full name,
like you do when you know your mom or dad are
gonna
kick your ass.

I
tried to act cool, turning around in my chair and giving Captain Simms a wide,
shit-eating smile.

“
Cap’n
!” I said with an over-eager salute. “Good morning,
sir!”

“Save
your shit, Cole, I wanted you in my office a goddamn hour ago. Get off your ass
and move!” I knew he was pissed, more pissed than I’d seen him in months, and
all that hot-headed Irish rage was about to come down right on my head.

“Sure,
Cap, right after breakfast—”

“
Now,
you useless
chucklefuck
.
I’m in no
fucking mood
for any of
your shit today,” he said, his voice lowering until it was a growl—which was
more frightening than the shouting would ever have been.

Reluctantly
I got to my feet, following after the rotund figure of Captain Simms all the
way to his cramped little office.

Along
the way I saw a few other others poking their heads out to catch a glimpse of
my “walk of shame.” I felt like I was being escorted to the principal’s office.

“Sit,”
he barked, locking the door behind me and shutting the blinds—like the others
would know exactly what was happening.

I
did as
commanded
, knowing that as much as I’d like to,
now was not the time for smart-
assery
.

“Have
you got any idea how bad this makes this fuckin’ engine look, Gunner?” he
asked, his voice rising once again. He wasn’t just doing this for me—the
firehouse walls were so thin that you barely had to strain to listen to every
word that was said, especially since Captain Simms couldn’t help but shout
whenever he brought one of us into his office.

“You
brought some girl into my goddamn firehouse—something that I’ve forbidden more
times than I could count,
specifically
when it comes to
you
—and then proceed
to have her almost
die
on my fucking
dinner table?”

“She
passed out,” I started to protest.

“The
dinner table! I have to fucking eat on that thing, Gunner! Now all I can think
of is your—”

The
Captain stopped mid-sentence, cut off by the shrill sounds of the alarm bells that
were the only thing on this planet that would get me out of this ass-chewing. A
fire. I wasn’t exactly a praying man, but maybe there was a God up there
watching out for me, after all…

I’d
save the prayers until I was sure nobody was hurt.

I
got out of the chair in a flash and made for the door, turning the lock before
turning back toward Simms, my grin plastered back onto my face.

“Get
out there and do your job, Gunner,” the Captain shouted.

 
Hero time,
I thought to myself.

“Three-alarm
fire on 5
^th
and Main,”
Stoggins
said,
bringing me up to speed as we dressed quickly and climbed onto the truck.
“We’ve got people stuck on the upper floor, according to the call, and there’s
another engine on the way.”