“Back off for a minute. I’ll bring her in for introductions soon.”
“Sure thing, kid,” Erik grinned as I passed him and walked to the front of the station to get the door. Renee is standing there looking around, her hands clasped in front of her, surveying the building. But she doesn’t look out of place. She looks intrigued.
“Hi,” I said, coming up behind her. Renee wheels to the side to look at me, a smile lighting her face when she sees me, which is undoubtedly a better greeting than the usual loathing scowl.
“Are you sure I’m okay to be here?” she asked. “It doesn’t even feel like a station. It feels like a home.”
I step towards her and reach for her hands. She doesn’t fight me. I hold them between my own hands. “You look beautiful.”
“Oh, god,” she giggled. “I look like shit, and I’m hungover as well.”
“It is not possible for you to look bad.” I raise the back of her hands to my lips and let them linger on her skin for a moment. The flush in Renee’s cheeks grew, and I winked at her. “Do you want the grand tour?”
“Yes, please.”
I drop one of her hands but keep hold of the other, then lead her first to the firetruck and ambulance bay. The place is deserted, as two trucks are already out on a call and everyone else is probably in the kitchen.
“The truck is huge,” Renee said, peering up at our red fire engine. “Do you get to drive it?”
“Sometimes.” I opened the engine door and climbed into the jump seat area, turning around to grasp Renee’s hand and help her up after me. We shut the door behind us, basking in the dim light of the powerful truck.
“This is ... sexy,” Renee said quietly, and she grinned again. God, I fucking love that grin.
“You like a man in uniform, yeah?”
“Guilty as charged.” Renee’s eyes take me in as we sit together, those emerald eyes reading me like an open book.
“Well, you might have some competition because Aaron is going to be a big-time artist, and Jake wants to be a detective, of all things.”
“I—-I didn’t know that about Jake,” Renee said awkwardly, but she didn’t look shocked. I could tell she didn’t know what else to say, and truth be told, neither did I., So we said nothing. Instead, I reached out and rested my fingers on Renee’s cheek, drinking in the warmth and softness of her skin against my own rugged hands. Renee closed her eyes and sighed, a small breath of air escaping between her lips. I leaned into her, bringing her face to mine, and kissed her. I held myself back, waiting for any indication from Renee that I was overstepping my bounds. That she didn’t want to do this. But there wasn’t a single one. Instead, she kissed me back, scooting closer as one of my hands went behind her head and the other strokes her inner thigh. Renee moans softly and bites my lip, urging me further, but then she leans back, looking flustered.
“Condom?”
I reached into my back pocket for my wallet and pulled one out. She rolled her eyes but smiled. “Of course you do.” Her hands dropped down near my lap, her fingers playing with the button on my jeans as she leaned in and kissed me again. I was already hard for her, my dick throbbing against the seam of my slacks, pleading for release. She undoes the button and frees me, her fingers circling the tip of my cock, a sexy glint in her eye. Then, with help from me, she shimmies out of her pants, kicking them aside as she sits back down.
“Jesus, you’re going to kill me,” I groan. Renee places one of my hands on her thigh, rocking her hips a bit in desire. She takes the condom from me, rips it open, and rolls it onto my dick, taking her time as each soft touch sends an explosion of need through me. Then, still smiling, she straddles me on the bench, slipping her wet pussy over me, filling herself up with me.
A groan escaped my throat as Renee began to move her hips. She threw her head back, and I kissed her neck, thrusting up to meet her, pulling her body against mine as closely as I could, molding the two of us into one. She feels so good, so fucking good, and I close my eyes as Renee leans in and slips her tongue between my lips, exploring my mouth with hers. Then she kissed me again, so hard and passionate that I felt I might explode from within. I moan again, louder this time, and Renee giggles and puts a finger to her lips to shush me.
“Oh, fuck,” she cried, and I felt her tighten around me as she came, and a second later, I released, too, holding her against me like a lifeline, both of us trembling, sweaty, and unable to let go.
We sit like that for a minute, silently leaning against each other. Renee rested her forehead against mine, smiled, then closed her eyes to catch her breath.
“You’re fucking amazing,” I whisper, kissing her neck. “Truly amazing.”
Trying to keep as quiet as possible, Renee and I get out together, acting nonchalantly as I take her hand and exit the engine. I’m relieved we’re still alone and haven’t been caught in the act.
“Come meet my friends,” I tell Renee with a grin. “They’re excited to say hello.”
Renee and I went to the kitchen hand-in-hand, where most of my crew was kicked back and relaxing.
“Everyone, this is Renee,” I announced to the room. “Renee, this is everyone.”
“Hi, everyone,” Renee said, smiling kindly. “It’s really nice to meet all of you.”
“In the kitchen is our captain Erik Hansen,” I tell her, and Erik waves at her. I point to the others as I say their names. “Paisley, Korbin, and Tanner. The others are around here somewhere.”
Renee shook each firefighter’s hand individually, smiling the entire time.
