Flirting with the Mountain Man (Rosewood Ridge Fire #6)

Chapter 6

6

TYLER

B ianca was like a kid in a candy store as I showed her the outside of the fire truck. But when I helped her up into the passenger seat, I couldn’t help but smile.

“Can we take it out?” she asked after I’d walked her through the sirens and lights, as well as a few other features.

Take it out. The words echoed in my head. Earlier, I’d asked her if she wanted to see it, meaning the fire truck. And at the time, the sexual tension in the air seemed to increase.

It wasn’t just me with my mind in the gutter. She was thinking about it too. But the question was a pretty innocent one. She’d meant the truck, not a certain body part that was straining the confines of my underwear and fireman’s trousers.

“Nope,” I said. “It needs to stay here, just in case.”

“If a call came in, couldn’t you just go straight to the scene?”

That was a good question. I could, but the last thing I’d want to do was drag her to a dangerous situation.

“Parading this truck up and down the main road would catch some attention,” I said. “I wouldn’t look so good as a fire chief, taking the truck for a joyride.”

“Have you ever had sex in this truck?” she asked.

The question threw me for a second. I’d expect her to try to talk me into taking the truck on the main road. Or maybe an agreement that doing so was a bad idea. But instead, she’d said something that lit my entire body on fire.

“Sex in the truck?” I asked. “This one?”

She laughed. “Yes, this one.”

I’d never had sex in any truck. I’d made out in a car way back in high school and came pretty close to having sex, but actual sex?

“No,” I said.

“Is it against regulations?” she asked.

Was she hitting on me? Damn, this erection was getting almost painful. I had to resist the urge not to adjust as things shifted around behind my zipper.

“Not in writing, no,” I said. “I imagine if one of my men did something like that, I’d have to ask why he had the truck away from the fire hall.”

“Couldn’t someone have sex while it’s parked at the fire hall?” she asked.

“Nope. Cameras. It keeps everyone on the straight and narrow. I’ll be honest, though. I never even look at the footage. If something comes up, I’ll watch it.”

“So you could have sex in this truck when it’s parked here.” She turned and tried to look out her window. There was no seeing the camera from here, though. “The only one who would know is you, right? Nobody else sees the footage.”

She made a good point. Too bad my brainwaves were scrambled. I couldn’t even process the fact that she was asking a hell of a lot of questions about having sex in a fire truck while we were seated in a fire truck.

“In fact, I might want to watch that video afterward,” Bianca said. “If, you know, I was the one having sex here.”

I clenched my jaw. This could all still be talk. Maybe she was just pushing me to see how far I’d take this. Maybe she wasn’t interested in getting physical with me at all.

“You’d be disappointed,” I said.

Her face changed and not in a good way. She tensed up. No. That was bad, bad, bad.

“The camera doesn’t catch much of anything,” I rushed to add. “I’m not even sure you’d be able to see what’s going on in here.”

“But someone could come in and catch us.”

Those words did it. They told me that she wasn’t speaking about some make-believe people. She’d said “us.”

“That’s where my security cameras can pay off,” I said. “My phone alerts me whenever there’s activity in the front parking lot.”

I lifted up and pulled my phone from my back pocket. I flipped the switch to take it off silent mode and set it in front of us. If I had even a small chance that something might happen between us, I was going for it.

“We’re all alone then,” she said. “We can do anything we want.”

That brought my attention to her face. She’d turned sideways in her seat to face me, and the sight was almost my undoing. She had such a sweet face with sparkling eyes and thick, full lips. I wanted to kiss those lips more than I wanted anything.

“Would you sleep with a virgin?” she asked.

Another question. I thought we were getting somewhere, but this was starting to seem like she was just curious about me, not interested in getting involved.

“I don’t think I ever have,” I said. “My first time was with someone?—”

I paused. I didn’t want to talk about other women with her. Even if it was someone I dated two decades ago.

“It’s not that I haven’t wanted to have sex,” Bianca said, looking down at her hands. She started picking at the fabric of her sweatpants as though she saw something there. I didn’t see anything. “I just haven’t met a man I wanted to have sex with before. Until you.”

She looked up then and silence fell over the cab. I should probably say something, but I was having trouble even figuring out how to breathe.

“You—” I started but no other words were coming. I took a deep breath, regrouped, and said, “You’ve never been with a man?”

“Nope. It kind of becomes a pain after a while. You have to tell every person you date, for one. And then they get all weird about it.”

Was I being weird about it? Probably. I’d never faced this situation before.

“But if you’re up for it, I want to change things,” she said.

My eyes widened. “You want me to take your virginity?”

“I want to give it to you.”

She took a quick look around, wiggled on her seat until she was in a more upright position, and pulled the sweatshirt over her head. Beneath the shirt, she wore a white lacy bra that was far fancier than the casual clothes she wore.

“I put it on after I saw you at the door,” she said. “I felt weird about you seeing me without a bra, so I put on the sexiest bra I own.”

“Wow.”

Normally, I had game. It had been a while, but I knew how to win over a woman and get her into bed. Right now, though, I seem to have turned into the fifteen-year-old version of myself. This woman was just so…perfect. She was everything I’d ever wanted.

“You’re beautiful,” I said. “Unbelievably so.”

She closed her eyes and sucked in a deep breath. Finally, she opened those eyes and said, “Nobody’s ever said that to me.”

That was a shame. This woman should be told every day for the rest of her life that she was beautiful, gorgeous, amazing…all the things. And if it were up to me, I’d be the person saying them.

“Come here,” I said.

But even as I said the words, I was closing the distance between us, leaning way over and reaching out to loop my hand behind her neck. I tugged her toward me, hating the awkwardness of the setup but willing to figure out how to make it work.

If my girl wanted to have sex in a fire truck, we’d have sex in a fire truck. Her wish was my command.

She moaned against my mouth, and the sound sent fresh heat to my cock. That was when the distance became too much.

I started to gesture for her to climb over, but the center console between us would make that a tricky maneuver. So instead, I told her to hold on a second. Then I opened my door, climbed down from the truck, and went around to her side.

It was so awkward, getting me into the seat and her on top of me, I considered taking this party somewhere else. I was actually doing a mental inventory of the fire station. There was a sofa in the living area where the guys hung out. It had a pool table too. That might have been interesting.

But once she was settled onto my lap, straddling me, the passenger door closed once again, I decided this might work after all. The kiss deepened, and I let my hands roam over her back, quickly finding the fastening and undoing her bra.

She pulled away long enough to discard the bra and tug on my T-shirt. I helped, pulling it over my head and tossing it onto the console. We might have to get dressed in a hurry, and I didn’t want it too far out of reach.

As she came in for another kiss, I caught a glimpse of her bare breasts and held in a gasp at her large but perky breasts with pink-tipped nipples. The image stayed implanted on my brain as I closed my eyes for the kiss.

My hands began to wander, heading straight beneath the waistband of her sweatpants and pushing them down, along with her panties, until her ass was bared for my hands. But soon that wasn’t enough.

I broke the kiss and said, “Take off your pants.”

I should’ve taken her to the couch. At least then we could easily undress and I could give her body the full attention it deserved.

She scooted off of me just enough to slide the pants and her panties down. She was so slouched, though, I didn’t get to take in her full naked body. There’d be plenty of time for that later.

She started to return to straddling me but stalled with her hands on my shoulders. “You too,” she said.

I looked down. It wouldn’t be necessary to completely remove my pants. I unzipped and pulled them down to my thighs.

“Underwear too,” she said.

I was hesitant to bare my erection to her. She was a virgin. But she was also a twenty-three-year-old woman, not some kid.

As I shoved my underwear down, I kept my eyes on her face. She was still hunkered, so I couldn’t make out the small details, but her eyes were wide and her eyebrows arched. Was she surprised? Impressed? I hoped a combination of both.

As she settled into place on my lap, her hand went around my shaft. It was so quick, it startled me, but I managed to remain still. Very still. I didn’t even breathe as she ran her hand over my length, grazing the tip with her thumb.

“It’s wet,” she said. “Is that normal?”

I assumed she’d found some moisture at the tip. “It happens,” I said. “Pre-cum.”

I’d actually used that word. Was that too much? I’d be glad once we got past this early stage and I could say whatever I wanted to her.

“I’m on the pill,” she said. “Well, the rod that they put in your arm. I guess that’s not really sexy talk, but I wanted you to know that you don’t have to worry about getting me pregnant.”

“What if I want to get you pregnant?” I teased.

I wasn’t really joking. It was early, but the thought of this woman having my baby made me happy. It gave me hope for the future. For the first time in a long time, I saw a purpose to my life beyond work.

“How does this feel?” she asked.

I was trying not to think about it. Her strokes had gotten bolder, and she was staring at my face as though awaiting a response. I wanted to say something, but it was taking everything I had not to give in to these sensations.

“You’re going to have to stop,” I finally forced out. And before she could react to those words, I added, “I’m trying to hold out for you. I don’t want to finish until you’ve been fully satisfied.”

“You want to make me come before you do?”

The look that passed over her face as she said those words was even more powerful than what she was doing with her hands. I clenched my jaw again and tried to think of something, anything but that naughty look on her innocent face.

“Yes,” I said. “After this, I’m going to get a good eight hours of sleep. Then I’m having you over for dinner and afterward, I’m going to lick you until you come.”

“Oh,” she said, her eyes drifting closed.

Her movements faltered slightly, then increased with fervor. She was stroking me hard and fast. Basically, she was giving me a hand job, and that wasn’t the way this was going to happen.

“Have you ever touched yourself here?” I asked, moving my hand up her thigh.

Her hand fell away from me in the process. I missed her touch but was grateful for the relief. At least now I could focus all my efforts on pleasuring her. Once I had her trembling in my arms, I could start thinking about my own release.

“No,” she said.

The word came out on a breath as my fingers made contact with her clit. I teased it at first, then slipped into a pattern, rubbing her until she began moving her hips. I followed her rhythm, matching her movements as she slowed down, then sped up again.

“Oh God, that feels good,” she said, throwing her head back.

Her eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted. Her long, light brown hair fell around her face in waves. I was in danger of getting riled up again, but I couldn’t look away. I had a feeling I’d see this image behind my closed eyes as I tried to drift off to sleep this afternoon. I just hoped I’d have the promise of more images to replace it tonight.

“Oh yes, don’t stop.” Her movements picked up, her tits teasing me as she moved them closer to me, then farther away. “Oh God, I’m going to…this is…oh wow. Wow. Wow.”

She gripped my shoulders as she rode out her orgasm. Only when she completely stilled did I stop my movements. Her eyes remained closed for a long moment, then slowly popped open as she met my stare.

“I guess that’s what I’ve been missing my whole life,” she said in a hushed voice.

“You won’t be missing it anymore,” I said. “I’ll make it my mission to make sure you have it as often as you want.”

This talk could scare her off, but if she wasn’t thinking forever, it was best to know now. I waited for her response, holding my breath. But as her mouth spread into the biggest smile I’d seen yet, my heart soared. Yes, she was feeling this too.

“Now let’s see what we can do about you,” she said.

She wrapped both hands around my cock and began stroking. Long, bold strokes that would take me straight to orgasm in a matter of seconds if I let it continue.

I did not let it continue.

“I’m going to come if you keep doing that,” I said. “I want to be inside you. Now.”

By the look on her face, I knew she was scared. She was sure this was going to cause her pain, and she was probably right. But I’d do anything I could to keep her safe, including not having sex with her until she was fully ready.

“Okay,” she said, releasing my cock and moving above me. She positioned my tip at her entrance and looked me in the eye. “I’m ready to fuck you now.”