Chapter 17
Stassi walked into the firehouse carrying a platter of cold-cut sandwiches, and as soon as the guys inside saw her, they began to whistle and cheer. She blushed as they rushed around her.
“Gray got him a good one!” one of the men yelled as he came flying down the fire pole in the middle of the station. “If he messes up, please give me a call.” The man snagged a sandwich from the platter as Grayson walked out of one of the offices.
“I ain’t messing up. Don’t worry about that,” he said.
She smiled as he approached, wearing jeans and a t-shirt with the firehouse logo, and steel-toed work boots. She loved his masculinity and his simplicity.
He removed the platter from her hands and handed it off to one of the men before hoisting her up over his shoulder. She yelped in surprise and laughed as he carried her out of sight as his men cheered boisterously behind his back.
When they were behind the privacy of his office door, he put her down and crossed his arms, staring down at her.
“So, this is my way of apologizing for our date being interrupted,” she said.
He nodded. “I didn’t require an apology,” he replied.
“I mean, you also haven’t called me,” Stassi said.
“That wasn’t punishment. I’ve been on shift,” he replied.
“And you haven’t thought about me once?” she asked. “Food must not have hit if I ain’t been a thought at all.”
“The food was great. You wet my palette for something else, though,” he mentioned slyly.
Stassi was so embarrassed that she couldn’t meet his eye contact. She turned her head to the side and folded her lips to stop herself from grinning.
“You are a bit mannish, Mr. Firefighter,” she said teasingly.
“I can be,” he admitted.
More blushing. He still stood his ground, keeping his distance, arms still folded. His defenses were up. She could tell. He may not have been mad about their date, but he wasn’t pleased about it either. His body language spoke volumes. He was going to make her work for this.
“So, you let a girl cook for you, and then you don’t call. What am I supposed to think?” she asked.
“When I’m on shift, I check out. That’s something you should know if this is going to be a thing.
I can’t be distracted. I can’t think about anything except for what I’m facing in front of me.
That’s how you keep the fear at bay, the selfishness.
You can’t think about the people you hope to see again when you’re running into a burning building,” he said.
“That sounds terrifying. The way you describe it. You almost have to turn off your emotions to do your job. Sitting at home waiting on a phone call from you from now on is going to be torture,” she said.
He unfolded his arms.
That’s progress, she thought.
“You’re beautiful,” he complimented.
She laughed. “You just go off subject. Fuck the flow of conversation.”
He chuckled. “You’re a distraction. I told you.” He peeked out the blinds at his men, who were joking around as they enjoyed their lunch. “Got these fools acting like they never ate a sandwich before.”
“I make a pretty good sandwich,” she bragged, smiling. “They ain’t never ate one like that.”
He shook his head. “Apparently,” he quipped. “What else you come all the way down here for?”
She stared into his eyes and shook her head. “I just wanted to make sure we were good. If you have any questions for me, I’ll answer them. I just…”
“Stassi. It was one date. I ain’t really qualified to start questioning you. I get it. There are other suitors in the picture. A little competition never scared me,” he said.
She smiled. She didn’t realize she was anxious about his reaction until she sighed.
“Good.”
“I’d really, really, really like to be shown a little appreciation for the effort I put into dinner,” she said. It was her turn to fold her arms. She meant business.
“Is that right?” he asked.
“Damn right,” she countered. “And for them sandwiches out there.”
He stepped closer to her and put one hand around her waist, pulling her into his body. He was built like a superhero, and he made her feel like a damsel in distress. She loved how he towered over her.
“Now kiss me,” she said. “And make it goo…”
His lips covered hers, and Stassi swooned. Yup. This was fairy tale shit. He pulled away way too soon. She wanted more.
“You really should get going. I have a rule. No girls in the firehouse,” he said.
“Okay,” she whispered. “When is your shift over?”
“In about 9 hours,” he said, checking his watch.
“You’ll call me?” she asked. “I know I sound desperate, but that kiss wasn’t enough. You’re putting me out, and I want more, but I don’t want you to burn up in a fire because you’re thinking of me, so I’ma go, but only if you promise to call.”
He chuckled. Her flattery was cute. Her arms were wrapped around his broad waist, and she bent her neck back to look up at him.
“I’ma call you as soon as I’m off,” he took his Maltese cross out of his back pocket and handed it to her. “It’s like a badge for firefighters.”
“You’re giving it to me? Don’t you need it?” she asked.
He nodded. “I do,” he said. “So I’ma have to come get it as soon as I’m off. It’s very important.”
She smiled and put it in her handbag. She turned to walk away, and he grabbed her hand, pulling her back to him. This kiss was longer, and deeper, and Stassi was breathless.
“I have a feeling that I’m unprepared for this,” she whispered.
“I have a feeling you’re right,” he said in her ear as he pulled her into his body more.
“How I’m supposed to work like this?” he asked.
Her stomach pressed into hard dick, and he pulled her closer as she fell back into his kiss.
She moaned at just the thought of what he knew how to do with all that dick.
This was ho shit. They hadn’t even been on two dates.
She hadn’t even had a good phone conversation with him yet, and she was ready to pop pussy on top of his desk.
“I’m at work, Stassi,” he said.
“So, you should let me go, right?” she asked, between lust-filled kisses. It was the way he sucked on her tongue when he kissed her. “God, I want you to suck on my pussy, just like this,” she whispered.
“It’s so good too. I got a taste of it, and shit been stuck in my mind ever since,” he admitted. He pulled back. “You know it’s good too, don’t you?”
Stassi’s panties were ruined. From just words. Words, confidence, and masculinity had her in heat. She was so turned on that she could cum at any little touch.
“That’s why you got niggas pulling up to your door. All over this,” he said. He slid his hand up her skirt. “Your body’s making silk, Stassi,” he whispered in her ear as he rubbed her gently with the palm of his hand. “So wet.”
No, this nigga ain’t one of them talk-a-bitch-through-it niggas, she thought, mind blown.
“Grayson,” she whispered, teeth clenched as she leaned back onto the wooden desk.
“Yes, ma’am?” he asked, looking down at the puddles he was splashing in. It was his thumb that was doing the damage. He was riding her clit so hard that Stassi’s pussy lips clenched in excitement.
“I can’t wait all day,” she moaned. “God, I can’t wait.”
“If I didn’t have to make you, I wouldn’t, baby,” he whispered. “I don’t have condoms, and I promise you, these walls ain’t meant for screaming.”
She groaned as he removed his hand, but before she got up, he lowered his face, sliding those panties aside, and licked her from her taint to her clit, slurping her bud so long and hard that her back arched off the desk.
Her head fell back in satisfaction, and her mouth opened.
One lick. That was all she got. He removed her panties and put them in his pocket.
“I need those, sir,” she protested.
“I’ll return them when I’m done,” he replied, and Stassi’s pussy jumped again.
The thought of how he planned to use those panties set her on fire.
She didn’t know if he planned to smell them or beat off into them, but she was horny as fuck at the notion.
She loved a nasty-ass man, and Grayson was proving that beneath the good boy image was a grown-ass man with a vicious sexual appetite.
He was like an amusement park ride that she wasn’t tall enough to get on.
She wanted to strap in anyway and take the ride of her life.
Excitement flickered in her eyes, and she wanted to inquire more, wanted to evoke more of him.
She wanted to know his kinks, his preferences, what got him off, and what turned him on.
She wanted to watch this man do whatever he planned to do with those panties while she played with her pussy.
Foreplay before the main event. This wasn’t the time nor place, however.
He was assertive in his touch, a bit rough, but still gentle enough to let her know he was only establishing dominance and not inflicting harm. He wrapped four fingers behind her face as he caressed her lips with his thumb. “I’m intrigued by you,” he admitted. “More than I care to be.”
“Same,” she shot back. “You’re a complication I never saw coming.”
“I’ll call you when I’m off to see if you’re still up for company,” he said.
He placed one last kiss on her lips, and Stassi made her exit. She walked out of the firehouse feeling exposed, like all her newfound friends knew Grayson had just had her in precarious positions.
“Bye, beautiful! Don’t forget to come see me after you get tired of that loser! He don’t know how to treat a lady!” one of the white boy rookies shouted. “I’ll drink your bath water and rub your feet and feed you strawberries in bed! Whatever you want!”
Grayson emerged and put the kid in a playful headlock. “That’s enough. Back to work,” he said.
She laughed. “Bye, fellas,” she said. She shot him one last flirtatious look before letting him get back to his day.
Stassi was smitten, and as she got in her car, Day’s name popped up on her phone. She didn’t even consider answering it. Somebody else had her attention.
“Oh my God! Lauren, he did not!”