Page 9 of Dear Firefighter Hero
Louisa grumbles something under her breath but shifts over into the passenger seat. I get in and start the engine. I don’t have a specific place in mind to go when I pull out, but I know that it needs to be away from prying eyes.
Neither one of us says anything until I pull to a stop near the lookout that sits above the town of Knight’s Ridge. We won’t be bothered here.
“What are you thinking?” I ask to break the silence that’s settled between us.
“I’m thinking about how it’s been a long time that anyone has said I’m beautiful since the accident."
I glance over at her and open my mouth to tell her again. I could spend the rest of my life telling her this if it meant I got to keep her. But she puts three fingers over my mouth.
“Don’t say anything.” She shifts in her seat and pulls her shirt off over her head.
My eyes dip to the ample swell of her breasts, pushed up in a black bra, and I feel lightheaded from the sudden loss of blood in my brain moving to my dick. I can see on her arm and part of her neck the uneven discolorations from her skin grafts. I don’t know what she sees when she sees them, but it shows me that she is a strong survivor.
I reach over and brush her long dark hair off her shoulder. I lean in and kiss softly on the ridged skin on her neck and moving my lips up to her ear.
“I want you,” I breathe out the words.
I can hear her breath hitch before she pushes against my chest, and I'm back on my side of the car.
“Get out.”
“What?”
“There’s not enough room in here.” She pulls on the handle of the passenger door.
I watch her step out before I get out too. We meet in front of the car, and she unbuttons her pants, letting the fabric pool at her feet on the ground. Her legs are almost entirely covered with the same scars on her neck, shoulder, and arm.
She studies me for some negative reaction, but she won’t find one. It’s not the shell of the woman standing in here that makes my heartbeat thump in my chest and my breathing increase. It's who she is that I'm feeling this way for. I think that everything about her is beautiful inside and out, and I need to make her understand.
I pull off my shirt and toss it to the ground. Her brow creases when she sees the jagged red scar down the side of my torso. She lifts her hand and traces her fingers across the puckered line.
“I got that when the floor collapsed in an old warehouse that was burning,” I tell her.
“It’s not the same.”
“Maybe not, but everyone has a scar. It's just that for some, you can see it on their body. But every scar you can see with your eyes, just know that there internal scars that could cause the real damage for someone.” I cup her face in my hands and lean close. “If I could have spared you the pain you felt, I would take it a hundred times over. But you are strong that I don’t think you’d let someone else take that on even if you could.”
“I don’t always feel strong,” she whispers.
“I don’t either,” I whisper back. “But maybe that’s when it’s okay for someone to help take on some of the heavy load you are carrying.”
Louisa reaches up and wraps her arms around my neck. I lean down and close the distance between us. Her lips spring to life the moment mine touch hers, allowing the kiss to deepen into bliss I haven’t felt before this moment.
7
LOUISA
I never thought I could feel this way again. Again, it doesn't even cover it. I've never truly felt this much for someone in my life, and we've somehow only just met.
My body responds to Traynor’s like we’ve spent a lifetime together already. He lifts me up and lays me down on the hood of the car and pushes his hips between my thighs, and I feel the hard press of his cock against the ache building in my pussy.
I once worried that since it had been so long since I'd been with a man, that I wouldn't know what to do if ever given a chance again. But Traynor’s expert hands move along my body, guiding me and teasing me to help build the pressure already forming inside me.
Heat pools between my thighs and press against his cock for some relief. The slow pace to build the excitement between us is both magical and tortuous. I want to feel his thick cock push inside, filling me.
My own imagination of what it could feel like having him deep inside me is enough to push me into action. I sit up and tug at the belt and the button on his pants. I reach under the fabric of his boxers and grip the satin shaft as I pump it up and down.
“Oh fuck,” he pants, as his lips find mine, and I breathe in his moans of pleasure with each pump up and down on his dick.
