She plops down in one of the seats in the back row. There’s quite a bit of room there, and one seat has a full set of equipment next to it, ready to be pulled on during the ride to the fire site. She still looks unsure, her hands folded in her lap as she peers out the wide windows. One side looks out toward the building where the breakfast is presumably still going strong. The other side looks out on part of the nearby park. It’s deserted at the moment. Any park goers who aren’t involved in the fire department event are probably staying away from it to avoid the noise and bustle.
“I’ll sit,” I tell her, “and you can sit on top of me.”
“O-o-kay.” Her tone is skeptical, one eyebrow winging up to punctuate her tone.
“It’ll work. Trust me.”
If we’re going to do this, the one thing it has to be is fast. Not romantic at all, but the idea of fucking her hard and quick has got me beyond hot and bothered. I unfasten my jeans and unzip the fly but leave them on as I sit next to her in the middle seat.
She slides a hand through her hair, pushing it back behind one ear. It’s a delicate move, and I can tell from the way she does it that she’s self-conscious and not completely on board with the plan. I reach over and cup the back of her head, pull her toward me for a kiss. She answers the kiss, responds as I make it deeper, more intense. I can never get enough of kissing this woman.
Gradually she eases closer to me until she’s straddling my lap. I stroke down her back, cup her ass, and she pulses her hips forward, pressing my dick against the seam between her legs. I moan quietly in the back of my throat.
After a minute or so she draws back, breathing hard. “This still isn’t going to work. I have to get all the way undressed.”
“Then take off your fucking clothes. What’s the holdup?”
She flits a glance out the window again. “Um…”
“Okay.” I get that, and it’s fine. I’ve got a backup plan. “Let’s do it this way instead. Turn around.”
She does, and I ease her back against me, her butt in my lap, making sure our legs don’t tangle. She’s careful, too, aware that she could accidentally hit me right in the burned part of my leg. She sits down lightly, and I pump my hips up once or twice to demonstrate. “See?”
“Sure.” But there’s still hesitation there. Time to get her so worked up nothing else will matter.
I reach around and cup her breasts, teasing her nipples through her bra. Stroking down, I caress her belly then slide my hands along the insides of her thighs. Her skin starts to shiver whenever I touch her; I can even feel it through the fabric of her clothes.
When she starts making that low, moaning sound I like so much, I unbutton her jeans and start to maneuver them down until her ass is naked, exposed down to the top couple of inches of her thighs. I stroke down her back, and she leans forward a little.
My own pants are undone, but not quite out of the way, so I remedy that as efficiently as possible. My leg is still twinging with every move, but it’s easier to ignore when I’ve got Maddy in my lap and a clear focus on the goal—getting inside her. My dick springs free and bounces off the curve of her ass. I like the way that looks.
“There we go,” I mumble. “Almost there.”
Reaching around, I slip a hand between her legs, toying with her clit. It’s firm and round under my fingers, and her moaning has accelerated to a rhythmic whimper. I love the way she responds to me. Sometimes I think I could just look at her and make her come.
With my hand still between her legs, I pull her back a little. Her thighs open, and my cock presses against her pussy. A slight adjustment…she moves backward then gives a small cry as I slide right in.
I hold still for a few long seconds, just feeling her heat clasped around me. She starts to squeeze and release, squeeze and release, and it’s my turn to moan. I let my head fall back then grab her hips and lift her up, then down.
It takes a few strokes to get everything perfectly aligned, but finally we’ve got a groove on. I reach up and wrap a fist around her hair, yanking gently. “Touch yourself,” I tell her, and she does, putting one hand between her legs where I can’t quite reach anymore because of the new angles. Immediately she tightens around me, and I start to thrust harder.
“Oh God. Oh God.” She’s saying it over and over, so quietly I can barely hear her, as if we’re back in her apartment trying not to wake up her son. No one can hear us here, but the fact she’s trying so hard not to make noises—and mostly failing—inexplicably makes me just that much hotter. I didn’t think it was possible.
I shift her just a little bit, lifting her hips. I’m deep inside, fucking her hard, taking her. I can tell she’s just about to come; she’s so tight on me I’m actually having a hard time thrusting. Just one touch, I think, and she’ll be right over the edge.
I squeeze her ass then let my thumb touch her asshole. She squeaks. I push into it, just enough to feel the tension, and she explodes on me.
I explode on her at the same time. I’m not sure how it happens, but she’s flailing a little, going off-balance as our position shifts, and suddenly I hear the truck’s air horn go off in a single, very loud wail.
We both freeze. She’s still pulsing around me, her breath still coming in ragged gasps. Did she hit the horn somehow? She must have.
“Oh my God. Oh my God,” she says suddenly, her tone very different from the one she was using before. She jerks away from me and grabs at her pants, yanking them back into place. I follow suit. There’s a chance nobody will even respond to the sound, but there’s also a chance somebody will come out and investigate. Better safe than sorry, I guess.
She shoves her hands through her hair, trying to straighten it. It’s pretty disheveled at this point—my bad. Grinning at her, I grab a hat from a hook inside the truck and plop it on her head. “There you go.”
“Oh God, Jesse, we shouldn’t have done that.”
“Calm down, Mads. It’s fine.” I get up carefully, my leg almost not hurting—sex hormones are the best shit ever—and we make our way out of the truck.
Whether because they heard the horn or because they just happened to have finished their pancakes, some of the guys are heading our way. I adjust the hat on Maddy’s head and say, loudly enough the others can hear, “So that’s what it looks like inside a fire truck. Pretty cool, huh?”
“Very cool,” she answers. She seems to be getting herself back under control, and she takes my hand nonchalantly, accompanying me back toward the building.
Whitaker catches my eye as we move past him, and he shakes his head slightly. But he’s smiling. I grin back. I don’t give a shit if he knows exactly what we were doing in that truck. In fact, I’d like to tell every one of the guys about it in explicit detail, but I don’t think Maddy would approve.
Back inside, we cruise past the buffet again. I get another cup of coffee and doctor it with cream and sugar. She puts a tea bag in a cup of hot water, bumping against me with her shoulder.
“So,” she says. “You feel better now?”
“Much.”
She’s silent for a moment, then as we head back toward the table she says, “I’ll tell you what. I’ll come stay with you for a while.”
“Stay with me?”
“Yeah. At your place. That way I can get some things cleaned up now that the cat is behaving a little better. I can also help you with some everyday stuff like laundry, dishes, that kind of thing.”
I chew over the idea. It sounds a lot like she’s straight-up moving in with me. “What about Christopher?”
“He’d have to come along, if that’s okay.”
I shrug. There’s a warmth in the middle of my chest, and I’m not sure what to make of it. “Of course it’s okay. You’re a package deal, right?”
She laughs. “Yep. That we are.”
I give her a smile over my coffee cup, wondering if either one of us really knows what we’re about to get ourselves into. It doesn’t matter; I’m looking forward to finding out.
True to her word, Maddy shows up the next morning lugging suitcases. Her car’s in my driveway, the backseat full of little-kid stuff. For a split second I wonder what the hell I’m getting myself into, then I focus on Maddy, who’s struggling to get a huge suitcase up onto the porch. I can’t help but smile. My heart feels like it’s literally melting, going all soft and oozy just at the sight of her.
I reach for her suitcase. “Let me help.”
“You’re supposed to be resting your leg.”
I wave it off. Yes, my leg hurts—it’s going to hurt for a while yet, they tell me—but I can’t stand to watch Maddy fighting with that gigantic piece of luggage. “I got it,” I tell her, and she lets me help her.
I manhandle the suitcase into the house and roll it toward my room. She’s right behind me, carrying a few smaller pieces. “Um…Jesse?”
“What?”
“I should really have my own room, don’t you think?”
I stop in the doorway and turn around to look at her. “Seriously?”
Maddy shifts uncomfortably, foot to foot. “Well…yeah.”