Hot In Here. Susan Lyons

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      Reluctantly he joined her. “Okay, sure, some of this stuff is funny. I don’t mind a joke. But it’s one-sided. Rank is totally respected. I can never get back at them.”

      “You’ll get back by passing it to the next probie. Carrying on the grand old tradition.”

      Suddenly he realized the guys had all gone in, the engine was tucked away behind a closed door and he was standing in the driveway talking to a cute, sexy lady about pranks played on the pisser.

      Was he out of his fucking mind?

      “You look really nice,” he said. Not the most brilliant come-on line in the world, but it was all he could think of at the moment.

      It seemed to do the trick, because the sparkle in her eyes changed from laughter to awareness.

      “So do you. Even wet.” She glanced down his body. “Especially wet.”

      He groaned. “There’s something about the way you say wet.…”

      Her head—which barely reached his armpits—tilted down so all he could see was the black silky crown and those wings of cascading hair. “The way I say wet makes you hard.”

      And so did the way she said hard and the knowledge that she was watching him grow. The damp uniform pants were getting really uncomfortable.

      “I want you,” he told her.

      “Right here and now?”

      “Yeah.” Man, he sounded like a horny teenager with no control, but it was the truth.

      Her head tilted, the glossy hair slid back and she lifted her face to his. Her eyes glowed like embers all ready to spark if you blew on them. “Me, too.”

      He was wondering if her pussy was all set to spark, too, when she stepped forward so their bodies touched. She reached between them and right there, within view of a whole bunch of West End apartment windows, latched onto his cock.

      It jumped, and he let out another groan. “Damn, Jenny, we can’t do it here.”

      A sparkle of humor crossed her face. “Maybe not right here, but there’s got to be someplace. My car? We could put the top up?”

      The Jeep was small but he was game to try. Until a better idea occurred to him. “You wanna see the engine?”

      “Engine? I was thinking,” she snickered, “more like your hose.”

      “Fire engine,” he said softly. “You ever make out in a fire engine?”

      “Jesus! Like in Backdraft?”

      “Up top, on the hose. Wanna try that?” Man, what a sexy thought.

      Praying everyone else was inside and would stay there, he led her to the bay where Engine 7 stood, sparkling clean, beside the Ladder 12 truck.

      Thank God the bay was deserted.

      He pulled Jenny against him and bent to kiss her. Damn, their height difference made this awkward. He had to hunch down and she was stretched up on tiptoe.

      Impatiently he heaved open the door to the back compartment of the engine, where he always rode with one of the other firefighters. Then he picked up Jenny—couldn’t weigh more than a hundred pounds—and planted her on the bottom step.

      They moved toward each other like magnets. Then her arms were twined around him; his were buried in that lush hair. God, it smelled of flowers and spice. And their mouths were going at it, hot and heavy.

      The girl sure could kiss. Her lips were wet and wild and tasted of something pink and fruity like strawberries, and her pointy tongue was flirting like crazy with his.

      Her hips ground against him as she fitted herself to his erection. Oh, yeah, the body parts were matching up just fine now.

      But they’d match even better without all the clothes on.

      He’d been going to take her up top, but now his need was too urgent. When he pulled away and fumbled with the button at the waist of her white pants, she didn’t object.

      Doll-sized clothes on a very grown-up woman. Somehow that made the whole thing even more sexy.

      Once he’d worked her zipper down he couldn’t even wait to pull down her pants, he just had to get his hand in there.

      He wormed it in, under some skimpy bit of underwear, and then he was cupping her mound. Those few silky strands of hair, then slick, swollen lips. Man, he needed to get inside there, but the pants were too tight to let even his finger enter her.

      She wasn’t helping either, moaning and pushing against his hand so he couldn’t get it back out of her pants.

      “Jenny, let me pull your pants down.”

      She did it herself, forcing the sides past her hips, and then the pants began to drop and he didn’t care what happened to them because now he could dip a finger inside her. She was so tight, her muscles sucking him in, he couldn’t believe his cock had ever fit in there.

      But it had, and sure wanted to again. Very, very soon.

      Those deft hands of hers were now working his own zipper, yanking down his pants, freeing him, but only for a second before her hands captured him, one above the other, gripping his length. His cock jumped, surged. He fought the urge to thrust. If he did, he’d come all over those sexy hands.

      “I need you now,” she said urgently.

      “God, yeah! Me, too.”

      She’d somehow freed one leg from her shoe and pant leg and was hooking it around his waist, pulling him closer.

      Hurriedly he got his hand out of the way, gripped her around the waist, positioned her just right.

      He couldn’t wait another minute, and from the way she was moaning she was right there with him.

      This was going to last all of about one second. It’d be spontaneous combustion.

      She gripped his cock, he spread her lips, he drew back his hips and—

      The fire alarm went off.

      “Fuck!” He pulled back and his cock slid out of her hand. No, this couldn’t be happening.

      When she just stared at him, looking dazed, he shook her shoulders. “Get dressed! The guys’ll be here in a second.”

      The PA system cut in, with an announcement from Dispatch about the nature of the call.

      “Oh, crap!” Jenny bent to yank her pants up.

      “You said it.” He tried to force his zipper over an aching, full-to-bursting hard-on.

      “You gotta go.” He grabbed Jenny down from the engine steps just as John-Boy flung open the door to the engine bay.

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