On Fire

  On Fire

  Serve and Submit Series

  Book #2

  Copyright © 2014 Tory Richards

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  Published by Tory Richards

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  Comments about Pulled Over

  A decadently sexy afternoon delight that will leave your hormones racing! Jody F.

  Really liked it and boy was it hot! Kara G.

  Chapter 1

  When my best friend Shelly and I arrive home from work each night we head straight to our own rooms. We’re lucky in that we have our own private baths. I knew she was getting ready for a hot date, and could tell she was in a hurry. She still had a couple of hours before meeting her current boyfriend Chris, and when she went out she dressed to the hilt, which took hours. Shelly was always on the lookout for her next boyfriend, in case things didn’t work out with the one she had.

  I shut my bedroom door and threw myself down on the bed. Another lonely night at home, just me, Tootsie, and Mr. Big. I really needed to think about replacing Mr. Big, he was more than just broken in, he was broken up. I laughed, thinking about the tape I had to use to keep the batteries from sliding out. Plus, there was a good sized split in the cyber skin phallus that I supposed made it a little unsanitary, not to mention painful when it tugged at the occasional pubic hair. But it was the closest thing to having a real cock inside me, and I could count on him being there whenever I needed him.

  I was pathetic! My mind drifted to our hot neighbor Dean. I must have imagined the blatant interest in his eyes the other day while sun bathing out by the pool. Even now I grew uncomfortably warm thinking about the way his eyes had branded every inch of me. Knowing his gaze was on me I’d reached up to undo the back of my bathing suit top, and then lifted up just enough so he could see my large breasts, minus the nipples.

  If he’d truly been interested wouldn’t he have made a move? The too quiet hunk hadn’t done anything more than toss me a crooked smile and a wave. Jerk! He wouldn’t know a good piece of ass if it was staring him in the face. I laughed, realizing that if I was that good, I wouldn’t be alone now.

  Maybe he was just shy or something. Lord, please don’t let him be some nerdy bookworm! Why would God waste that dynamite body on a geek? Crap, why was I even worried about it? Except that I was horny as hell and every time I saw him I just wanted to jump his bones. I grabbed my pillow and closed my eyes. I’m glad Shelly seemed to be having some luck with Chris, they’d been going hot for a whole month, almost a milestone where Shelly was concerned.

  I sighed, trying not to think about sexy Dean with his muscular torso and his long legs encased in those faded jeans, but it was too hard getting his handsome face, and smoking hot body out of my mind…

  ****

  “Faith! Faith!”

  Gradually the pounding on my bedroom door dragged me from the yummy dream I was having. “What?” I mumbled into my pillow before turning onto my back and stretching against the rumpled bedding.

  “I just wanted to let you know I’m leaving now.”

  “Come on in.” I tried to keep my eyes open. It wasn’t easy because I wanted to return to my feel good dream.

  “You were sleeping?” Shelly asked with disbelief as soon as she entered my room. “Why don’t you come with us? You might meet someone there.”

  “No way, I’m too young to become the third wheel. Besides, knowing the way you feel, you’ll be dragging Chris back here early.” She laughed, but didn’t deny it. “And do me a favor, don’t tell me if you happen to see Dean there.”

  She made a tisking sound. “Why don’t you just make the first move for goodness sake? He’s only two doors down, or are you afraid he’ll say no?”

  I shrugged, and sat up. “Maybe he has a girlfriend that we don’t know about. He’s only been here a couple of weeks.”

  “Well, it’s his loss,” Shelly said. “But you won’t know until you try. How do I look?”

  “As breath-taking as usual.” She did. Shelly, in my opinion, was model material.

  “Most likely Chris will be coming home with me tonight.” Shelly winked. “Try to be quiet with Mr. Big.”

  A chuckle burst from me. “Bitch!” I knew that was impossible, the whole building had to know when I was having an orgasm. Thank God there was two of us living there so they couldn’t possibly know which one of us was wailing like a banshee on her last breath. Okay, maybe I was exaggerating just a little. All I knew was that I sounded loud to me. “Have a good time, honey.”

  “What are your plans?”

  “The usual. Shower, dinner, and a movie.” She raised a knowing brow and waited, causing me to break into a reluctant smile.

  I shrugged. “Mr. Big.”

  “That’s my girl! Okay, see ya later.”

  I waved her off, getting to my feet. Time for that shower. I stripped my clothes off as I went, letting them fall to the floor, and flipped on the radio that was sitting on the back of the toilet. By the time I turned on the shower I was naked. Once the water was adjusted to the way I liked it I stepped inside and pulled the curtain closed.

  I liked long showers. Besides, with the length and thickness of my hair it took a while to make sure all the shampoo was out. I was at the tail end of rinsing off when I thought I heard a sound above the loud song playing on the radio. I pulled the curtain back and listened for a second, deciding it was nothing, and went back to rinsing off. I started to sing along to Shout it Out Loud when a deafening, sonic-type boom rattled through the whole apartment building. I nearly jumped out of my skin, and reached for the tap to turn off the water.

  What the hell?

  I heard a muffled sound outside my bathroom, was someone actually pounding on the door? I thought Shelly had left, soon realizing that it wasn’t her voice.

  “Faith! Open the door!”

  Before I could think to respond the door crashed in and slammed against the wall. I screamed, and peered around the shower curtain, afraid of what I was going to see. My eyes fell on Dean, standing in the threshold in nothing but a pair of unsnapped, low hanging jeans. I know my mouth dropped, and my gaze was automatically drawn to the opened V like a magnet. Some part of my stunned brain acknowledged that he’d kicked the door in.

  I had a habit of locking my bathroom door when I knew I was alone in the apartment. Especially after watching too many Syfy movies, where a lot of bad things seemed to happen in the bathroom, especially in the shower. I also had a vivid imagination.

  “What–”

  “There’s a fire in your kitchen! You need to get out now!”

  “Fire?” I repeated dumbfounded
. I was trying to wrap my head around what he was saying, glancing past him to see black smoke drifting into my bedroom.

  “You need to come with me now!” His voice was laced with heavy impatience. “The fire department is on their way.”

  I was still hiding behind the curtain. “There’s no way I’m going anywhere with you naked! I–”

  I didn’t get to finish. His face turned red and he said something about not having time for this. He grabbed my hand and yanked me out of the tub. As soon as my foot hit the floor my leg shot out from under me. I would have gone down if it hadn’t been for Dean’s rock hard body stopping my fall. I let out a cry, he swore some more, and in a heart beat my breasts were smashed against his chest. I was instantly engulfed in a smoldering heat of lust as my momentum pushed him backwards into the wall.

  “Fuck!” He hit it with jarring contact. Our faces were close, we were both breathing heavily but for different reasons. I was very aware my nipples were hardening against his warm skin. “Not very good timing,” he finally said, looking down at me with amusement in his eyes.

  I didn’t pretend not to know what he was talking about. Now was my time to reveal I was just as interested. “Maybe some other time?” His mouth twitched with a slight smile and he nodded, then pushed away from the wall, and I was forced to step away from him. “I’m still not going anywhere with you naked.” I could hear the fire alarm ringing from out in the hallway and knew there would be other tenants evacuating the building.

  The next thing I knew he ripped the shower curtain off the hooks, folded it around my body a few times, bent, and threw me over his shoulder. I squealed, feeling myself slipping as he stood. “I’m falling!” I tried to wiggle my arms free but he’d wrapped me up like a cocoon.

  “Hold on!” He managed to bounce me back into position, and wrap his arms around my upper thighs. I felt my face flush, ever conscious of my size fourteen curves, although he didn’t seem to mind. I thanked God the shower curtain was red and not clear because my ass was close to his face.

  “I can walk, damnit!”

  He ignored me, and turned quickly to walk into my bedroom, through the smoke filled apartment, and toward the opened front door. We were almost there when I remembered Tootsie.

  “Wait, my cat!” I began to squirm.

  “My first priority if getting you out of here.”

  His first priority? I was more confused than ever. “But she won’t come to you!”

  We reached the door just as three firemen burst into the apartment. I glanced up from my undignified position long enough to take in that they were dressed in full uniform and weighted down by the various tools of their trade. One of them smiled at me and I lowered my head with a groan.

  “What have we got?” One of them asked.

  “Looks like an electrical, check the stove,” Dean replied, surprising me. “The fire is contained in the kitchen right now.” He moved around them and headed down the hallway. “Far as I can tell this is the only apartment affected.”

  “What’s up with the fireman’s carry ?” Another firemen yelled out as we moved down the hallway. I could hear the amusement in his tone.

  “Uncooperative female,” Dean responded, receiving loud guffaws in return.

  “Dean!” I wanted to die of embarrassment. I could hear the shuffling and mumbling of my neighbors as they vacated their apartments and headed toward the stairs. “Where are you taking me?”

  “Some place safe for the time being. Until we get your apartment fire under control and assess the damage.” He came to a door and opened it.

  We? “Are you a fireman?”

  “Yes ma’am.” He set me down on my feet. “I was returning from the mailbox when I noticed smoke coming out from beneath your door. I pulled the alarm and the rest you know.” He turned to leave.

  “Wait a minute! You can’t leave me like this.”

  His gaze moved down my curtain clad body. The only thing visible was my neck and wet head. If he left me and I fell to the floor I’d lay there like a helpless slug until his return. The corners of his mouth lifted, as if he was thinking something similar.

  “I guess it won’t hurt to turn you loose.”

  He located the ends of the plastic and slowly spun me around as if I was a ballerina on top of a music box. Every turn left him with more curtain in his hands until I was standing completely naked before him…again.

  Cool air touched my damp, exposed skin, but it was the hot interested look in Dean’s eyes that made me shiver. I ran my gaze with deliberately slowness over his chest, arms and abs, pausing at where his jeans were slightly open. God, he makes me hungry! Remembering what it had felt like when my breasts were crushed against him didn’t help. When I raised my gaze to his, I realized he was looking me over just as thoroughly.

  I waited until his gaze met mine again before saying, “Please don’t forget my pussy when you go back.” I knew it was an outrageous thing to say, but I was rewarded when his pupils dilated. Fire exploded in my blood because that one tiny change, that he couldn’t control, told me he was turned-on. “Her name is Tootsie.”

  He didn’t miss a beat. “Big white cat?” he asked.

  He must have seen her in the window because she was an inside cat. “Yes.”

  “Okay, I gotta get back. Feel free to look for something to wear from my closet.” He turned, and closed the door behind him.

  I stood there for a moment, looking around his masculine, neat apartment. Well, at least I was naked, and in his apartment. All I had to do now was get him into bed.

  Something told me that was going to be easy.

  Chapter 2

  As I wandered toward a doorway that I was certain led to Dean’s bedroom I realized that I needed to call Shelly and tell her what happened. I was pretty sure neither of us would be able to spend the night in our apartment. Even if it was deemed safe to return by the fire department, the smell of smoke might be overwhelming, and whatever damages would have to be repaired by management. Going from past experiences, it could be a while.

  Dean’s bedroom was as masculine as the man. I had to admit he had good taste, taking in the quality of the furniture, and art that decorated his walls. It looked like he wasn’t afraid to invest good money on quality. My gaze went to his oversized bed, and I couldn’t help imagining us laying there, naked and fucking our brains out.

  I opened the closet door, and stood back, letting my gaze roam over the contents. A row of shirts caught my eye and I reached for the first one I saw. It was a pullover and I slipped it on, pulling it down over my ass. A glance in his mirror revealed it barely covered my privates, stopping at the top of my thighs. Not bad. The green color complimented my hazel eyes, and the soft material clung to my curves. I fluffed up my damp hair, going for that sultry bedroom look.

  A sound coming from the outer room had me leaving the bedroom to investigate. I halted upon seeing that Dean had returned, smiling when I noticed how he was holding Tootsie away from his body.

  “You’re back,” I said unnecessarily.

  He deposited my cat on the floor. “Your cat has claws.”

  There was several rows of scratches lining the top-half of his chest, over the area of his heart. “Oh, my!” I said. “Where’s your first aid kit?” I was eager to play nurse, anything to get my hands on him.

  “That’s okay.” He brushed it off. “I need to get back.”

  He turned but before he could take a step the door was pushed open and a fireman stepped into the room. “Fire’s out.” His interested gaze shifted from Dean to where I was standing. He gave me a quick and impersonal once over before looking back at Dean. “Looks like you were right about the oven. The wiring isn’t up to code.”

  “I wonder how many other units are the same way,” Dean said.

  The fireman shrugged. “There will have to be an investigation.” This time when he glanced at me he didn’t look away. “You can return for some of your things but you won’t be able to stay until
the investigation is complete. Maintenance will need to repair the damage, too. Do you have some place to go?”

  His friendly expression and the tone of his voice gave me the feeling that he was going to make an offer if I said the right thing. I smiled at him in return, and opened my mouth to let him know that I had friends I could call.

  “She has some place to go,” Dean said before I could get out a word. The look he and his friend exchanged spoke volumes between them. I wasn’t a dummy. It suddenly occurred to me that the fireman was purposely baiting Dean, as if he knew something I didn’t. Interesting.

  “Just thought I’d ask,” the fireman said with a grin. “See you around buddy.” He gave Dean a friendly pat on the arm and then he was gone.

  I met Dean’s eyes. “How do you know that I have some place to go?” Crossing my arms probably wasn’t the smartest move because I could feel my borrowed shirt inch up my body. It didn’t make me adjust my stance and I was glad I didn’t when Dean closed and locked his door before turning back to me with what seemed like deliberate slowness.

  There was amusement in his eyes. “Because you’re already there,” he said with confidence.

  Well, this was new! I wanted to ask him if he was the same guy at the pool the other day. The same one who’d looked me over with interest before walking away. Maybe he had a twin? No, there couldn’t be two drop dead gorgeous hunks with the same tattoo of a eagle in flight on his bicep.

  “Is this an invitation to stay here?” I didn’t want there to be any misunderstandings between us.

  “If you want.”

  “I didn’t think you were interested.”

  He looked surprised, and then grinned that crooked sexy grin that took my breath away. “Oh, I’m interested.” He started to walk toward me. “I’ve been interested in you since the first time I saw you bent over unloading groceries from your car. Your cute ass stopped me dead in my tracks.”