Chapter 8
EIGHT
W in A Day With Your Fantasy Firefighter
Haley Wheat sat on her daddy’s back porch sipping her sweet tea and ogling Ian Johnson, tormentor of her soul and prime subject of her late-night fantasies.
“I think you missed the corner, sugar!” she called out and motioned for him to return and redo the last turn.
Ian looked ready to kill her, and it only made Haley’s smile widen. He did look rather adorable in his secondhand pink bra and booty shorts. It wasn’t Ian’s usual uniform of worn jeans and boots, but Haley was starting to enjoy the appeal.
The only thing better would be if he would wear nothing at all. How else was a girl to see his sculpted chest, chiseled abs, and that deliciously wicked vee of his hips? However, his ridiculous outfit did manage to show his rather impressive package to advantage.
“Oh! Ian. It looks like you need to change the bag!”
The push mower he used hadn’t been in regular action since the early eighties. It was rusted and near to collapse. Not only that, but it required that he dump the clippings every few passes, and that required him leaning over and showing his gorgeously tight ass.
From every dirty glare, Haley knew he wanted to tear her head off. But she didn’t care. Haley just grinned unrepentantly and waved her fingers. “Hurry, lovebug. We have loads to do before you’re done.”
Haley had spent many a lazy afternoon lounging in her yard, watching the Johnson boys working out, washing one of their cars, or doing yard work.
However, while she could appreciate that they all were attractive, only Ian caused her temperature to rise and her pulse to jump. Sure, she enjoyed his brothers’ magnificent forms, but they didn’t get her panties wet.
Haley was still confused about why his brothers Dennis, Dean and Derek had shown up to help her buy the date with Ian. While they had always been nice to Haley, they were older and hadn’t been a part of Haley’s friend group. It was obvious at the auction Dennis was crushing on Verity. Haley had tried to bring it up with Ver, but she wasn’t having any of it.
Now, as she lay in the summer sun working on her tan, Haley smirked as she caught Ian eyeing her cutoff shorts and frilly tank top. Likely, he was devising a way to kill her. But his eyes told a completely different story. Ian had the hots for her. They were screaming out: Fuck her hard and fast.
Haley squirmed under his gaze. The chemistry between them had always been explosive, but here in her backyard, it was sizzling. Oh, she’d gotten him good. Ian had to have felt almost naked in the booty shorts that he could barely keep up. They left nothing to the imagination. And the bra wasn’t even covering his nipples, not that it would have helped. His chest was tight and hard. The cups kept riding up and getting stuck in his armpits.
Throughout the entire affair, Haley sipped her sweet tea and called out extra things for him to do that involved bending over and reaching high, out-of-the-way places. She was punishing him for tricking her with the date. A twinge of guilt struck her—maybe he had been legitimate when he’d asked her out. But then, why would his buddies have said what they did? It hardly made sense.
“Do you want to start weeding next?” Haley called out in a sugary sweet tone after Ian had finished up the last of the mowing.
Ian turned to glare at her. His chest glistened with sweat, something that should have been disgusting, yet Haley was salivating. Glaring he began to walk toward her, reaching behind his back and yanking the silly bra off his body.
She swung her legs off the porch swing when he moved to join her. “Wha… what are you doing?”
Haley hated the breathlessness in her question, but he had once again thrown her off her game.
Ian’s hands went to the edges of his cutoff bootie shorts, and he began to push them down.
Haley’s heart rate went through the roof as every inch of tan skin revealed more and more of Ian Johnson. It wasn’t until he had yanked them off and thrown them at her that she realized he was buck naked in her backyard and fuming mad.
Haley didn’t know what to do or where to look. Not that she hadn’t already taken a peek at his long, hard dick—it was hard to ignore—emphasis on the hard.
She swallowed and stammered, “But you aren’t done yet!”
Then Ian turned, and his glorious ass was magnificently revealed.
“What are you doing?” Her voice was breathless and horrified at the same time.
When he turned back, Haley lost all control of her senses as she stared at his cock. He was long and thick, leaning slightly to the left. The longer she stared, the more it grew. Forget butterflies in the stomach, Haley had elephants tramping around in there.
Her eyes were wide with wonder and her pink tongue came out to wet her bottom lip that suddenly felt dry.
“I am done being your slave, Haley,” Ian growled.
“I have all day,” she said hoarsely.
“You’ve had far longer than that,” Ian huffed. “Don’t you get it, Haley? I like you, but this shit? It’s beneath you.”
Guilt flooded her. Ian was right. She was using him for cheap labor and objectifying his body—everything she hated about what men did to women.
“Shit, Ian,” she confessed. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I truly am.”
She could tell that he was about to walk away. Haley had to do something before he washed his hands of her.
“I like you too,” she blurted out. “Probably a lot more than I should.”
Ian’s brow rose, and she saw something he’d held back in his expression. There was a raw need and fierce hunger in his eyes that made her lower stomach clench. Between his erect cock and his naked body, Ian was utterly exposed to her.
It was a bravery that she’d always admired about him and something she’d envied.
“I’ve wanted you for a long time,” she rambled on like an idiot. “But I thought you didn’t like me. That I wasn’t good enough for you.”
Why was her mouth spouting out her deepest secrets? Haley wanted it to stop, but somehow his open vulnerability had shattered her own reserve, and things were spilling out like water over a dam.
“I hated all of the girls you dated. And that time at State College when I kissed you. I was devastated when you didn’t call me after.” At his frown, she stumbled on. “I know it doesn’t make any sense, and I realize that I kissed you, not the other way around. But I wanted you to see me. Not all of the stupid childhood pranks, but the real me. I just figured you saw and didn’t care.”
He moved forward like a predator, his eyes blazing and his body hot with desire. “Didn’t care? Haley, you are all I’ve thought of since puberty kicked in. Don't want you?” He laughed harshly. “You’ve no idea.”
He took her hands and yanked Haley up so that she was standing, and then, before she could take another breath, he was kissing her. Fireworks exploded around them, or perhaps it was only in her imagination, Haley couldn’t be sure. All she knew was Ian crushing her soft body against his hard one was a feeling she never wanted to forget. His hands cupped and slid along her curves, grabbing and molding as he kissed her breathless.
He slanted his mouth, deepening the kiss, and she submitted to him, her body naturally bending to his will. He was a masterful kisser. That much was apparent. Her hands grazed his skin. It was hot from the sun and sweat, but that only fueled the fire inside her.
Haley wasn’t sure how long she stood on her back porch, kissing Ian like it was her last moment on earth, but as he pulled back to nibble along her jaw, she pushed him down on the swing and sank between his open thighs.
She’d done him dirty with her trick, and now she wanted to pay him back. Haley’s lips closed around his length, and she sucked him in deep.
“Shit,” Ian muttered as he used one hand to grab the side of the swing and the other to sink into her long hair.
Haley was sure to be gentle as she lavished his cock with her tongue. It felt like an out-of-body experience. Giving head had never been her favorite. But with Ian, everything was different. She craved his touch, wanted his affection, and desired his pleasure.
She moaned and sucked him deep, pumping with her other hand so that not an inch of him was untouched.
“Haley.” He moaned her name as if he couldn’t help himself.
His excitement only seemed to spur her on. Haley sucked him until she was certain he couldn’t see straight. He was trying not to thrust into her mouth and choke her, she knew it. But his release was something she craved.
“Haley,” he uttered hoarsely, “you have to stop. I’m going to come.”
She pulled her mouth off of his length, but she continued to pump him. “Come for me, Ian. Let me see how much you want me.”
And then he was coming. His cock emptied all over her breasts in that tiny crop top and sank between the globes. She watched in fascination as he thrust his hips again and again.
“Fucking hell, Haley.” He shuddered and pulled himself away from her hands.
Haley was suddenly very much aware that she was fully clothed with Ian’s cum on her breasts, and he was stark naked with tennis shoes on. It wasn’t something she had on her life bingo card as ever happening.
Embarrassed, she began to rise, but he stopped her before she could walk away and yanked her into his lap.
“I’ve never seen anything so sexy in my life,” he rasped against her ear. “You can’t just give me the best blow job of my entire life and then think you are walking away. Especially when the woman of my dreams admits that she cares for me too—not happening.”
A fire broke out across Haley’s skin as she kissed the arrogant bastard who had been a staple in her life for as long as she could remember. She knew she was likely far too heavy to sit on his lap. But hell, he wasn’t complaining, and she wasn’t about to stop him from ravishing her. He nipped at her lips, and kissed her hard and deep. This wasn’t a boy. Ian Johnson was all man.
Her fingers sank into his hair, and she gave as good as she got.
Breaking the kiss for just a second, she whispered, “Inside. My room.”
Ian paused. “What about your mom and dad?”
“They went into the city for a new treatment. They will be there all weekend.”
That seemed to be all the encouragement Ian needed. Haley found herself being half dragged into the house, stumbling and laughing as Ian demanded to know where her room was.
They crashed into her bedroom, kissing, laughing, and never getting enough of each other. Haley reached behind her to yank the top drawer of her nightstand open. Only she was a little too forceful because it caused most of the trinkets to crash to the floor.
She didn’t care. Feeling around for the roll of condoms, Haley nearly shouted when her hand closed around them. She lifted the foil packets to his gaze as she broke their kiss.
“Well, Ian, are you ready for this?”
“Fuck, I’ve waited half my life for you, Haley Wheat,” he swore, eagerly eyeing her curvy body. “Take pity on a man.”
That was all the assurance she needed.