Flaming Desire - Part 1 (An Alpha Billionaire Romance) (7 page)

I suckled on his head for several moments. Then I pulled away and turned my head sideways and stroked the length of his cock with my mouth and tongue. Encouraged, I lathed first one side of his gorgeous cock with my tongue, suckled on the tip for a moment, and then gave the other side just as much attention. With one hand braced on his thigh, the other now wrapped around the base of his shaft, I gave him a blow job. I wasn’t very experienced, but I did the best I could. I supposed I was doing it okay, if the sounds he was making were any indication. Several times his hips thrust upward and his cock ventured deeper into my mouth, but I couldn’t take too much of him without my gag reflex kicking in.

I continued to swirl my tongue around his head, tracing the contours of every ridge, every vein, and then I paused to suck several times before continuing the process over again. When I sensed him beginning to lose control, I focused my efforts on his head, my tongue swirling around its slit while, with my hand, I continued to stroke his shaft, amazed at the softness and warmth of the skin, yet amazed at other rock-hard musculature underneath.

Suddenly, his hips thrust upward and he gently grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head up.

“Keep pumping,” he gritted out.

I did, watching in amazement while at the same time feeling the contractions and ripple of the musculature as the surge of semen made its way up his cock. It squirted out in pulsating gushes of hot, thick, white fluid. I had never watched a guy cum before but found it incredibly sexy. To my amazement, I felt a renewed sense of desire burst deep down in my belly, the heat enveloping me as we shared this beautiful moment.

Finally, his contractions ceased, and he gently unwrapped my fingers from around his cock. He gestured with his chin toward the glove compartment under the dashboard on the passenger side.

“There’s some Kleenex in there,” he said.

He didn’t act the least embarrassed as I reached into the glove compartment, saw the small package of Kleenex and pulled one out. I handed it to him. He nonchalantly wiped at the globs of semen that had splattered on his lower abdomen. Casually, he tossed the Kleenex behind the seat and then tucked his cock back into his pants.

He said nothing, and I didn’t either. The cab of the truck now smelled of fries and sex. What could either of us say? Still, I didn’t feel embarrassed. He had given me more pleasure than I had ever experienced with a guy before. What could I say that wouldn’t sound trite or cliché?

“Well, I guess I’d better be getting you back to your car, shouldn’t I?”

It was only then that I remembered that we were parked in the McDonald’s parking lot. A flush of heat spread upward into my cheeks, but I didn’t suppose he could see it in the semi darkness. “I suppose you should,” I said.

Without another word, he started the engine and backed out of the parking space. Neither of us said anything as he drove back to the hospital without any assistance from me. Only then did I begin to wonder if I had made a mistake. I didn’t expect anything to come of this, and that thought startled me. So what made me any better than Vanessa or Megan at this point? Self-doubt began to work its way into my brain. By the time Matt pulled up beside my Jeep, I definitely felt conflicted. What had I done? More importantly, why had I allowed it?

“You okay?” he asked, pulling the truck into the space beside the Jeep.

I nodded and offered him a smile. “Yeah, I’m okay,” I said. “Thanks for dinner and…”

He grinned, exposing a flash of white teeth in the growing darkness. “Anytime.”

I said nothing, but gave him a brief wave and a smile as I scrambled out of the truck. I still felt the dampness in my panties, and just the thought of that made my breasts tingle again. He waited, truck rumbling while I grabbed my keys from my purse, opened my car door, and slid inside. He didn’t leave until I had started my car, turned on the headlights, and began to make my way out of the hospital parking lot. He followed me to the exit. I turned right and he turned left.

For several moments, I continued to glance back into the rearview mirror until I didn’t see his tail lights anymore. He had made a turn. Now that it was over, doubts began to spring up in my thoughts again. I moaned, but this time it wasn’t from pleasure. I had done the exact same thing that I criticized Vanessa and Megan for doing. No, I didn’t sleep with anything that had a dick, but I had allowed my baser urges get the better of me—and all because Matt Drake was so damned handsome.

I had a feeling that I wouldn’t soon forget our little rendezvous in the McDonald’s parking lot. In fact, I had a feeling that I would never drive by that particular fast food restaurant without recalling the pleasure I had experienced behind the building.

Damn Matt and his good looks. Damn his charisma. Damn his sexual charm, and most of all, damn his skills!

The next morning on my way into work, I resolved that I would not treat Matt any differently than I had the day before. After all, he had made no declarations, asked me to date him or otherwise, so I would assume, even though I didn’t want to, that what we had enjoyed in his truck was nothing more than a one night stand of such. At the same time, I could only wonder what the hell had been running through my mind that caused me to fall so quickly to his charm, charisma, and overwhelming sexuality.

Could I really be so easily swayed by a handsome face? Obviously, I could, but it was more than that. It didn’t hurt that Matt and I shared something other than nursing. We were both wildfire fighters. I had never met anyone in Santa Fe General that had volunteered to do anything, not even after Katrina, and finding a kindred spirit in Matt had touched something deep inside me.

While I knew what had driven me to undergo the rigorous and exhaustive training of a wildfire fighter, I still didn’t know what prompted Matt to do so, other than the fact that he claimed to be an adrenaline junkie. Still, there were plenty of things that guys, and even women, could do to generate that same excitement. Sky diving, triathlon competitions, race car driving… but he had chosen to be a wildfire fighter. I knew there was a reason behind it.

Maybe we could talk about that some today while we were on the ride-along with the paramedic unit. Time would tell. I sighed, still feeling a bit shy and self-conscious about being around him today, especially after the sex in his truck. Still, I resolved that when I walked through the doors of the hospital, I would behave like the ultimate professional. Inside these doors and on the ride-along today, my focus would be on my job, taking care of patients, saving lives, and whatever else I could do to be helpful.

As I entered the side door of the emergency room department, I was bombarded with the sounds of activity. So much for a calm, quiet day. Passing through the swinging double doors that led toward the far side of the unit near the nurse’s station, I froze. There, at the far side of the short hallway that led to the break room, I saw Matt. My smile of greeting faded as I realized that he towered over Megan, the diminutive blonde staring up at him with google-eyes, licking her lips and not unobtrusively giving him a body check.

I couldn’t tell what expression Matt wore, but did notice that he had both hands resting on the wall just slightly to the side and over Megan’s head. For an instant, I felt a sense of betrayal rush through me, but then I shook it off. Why the hell should I care? I didn’t own him. Still…

“Good morning, Matt,” I said, raising my voice slightly as I strode down the hallway and headed toward the nurse’s station. “Ready for the ride-along today?”

Megan peeked around Matt’s shoulder and gave me a scowl. A second later, Matt pushed away from the wall and turned toward me, looking as if he didn’t recognize me. What the hell? Then he grinned and nodded, moving toward me.

“You bet,” he said. He paused to glance down at Megan, practically sticking to his side like glue. “I’ll catch you later, okay?”

Megan, wearing her pouty face, nodded and then turned toward the stairwell. She pushed the doors open and disappeared inside. I gave a slight shake of my head as Matt stopped beside me. I felt confused, unsettled. Why was I reacting like this? I didn’t own Matt. In fact, I had no claims on him at all. I had no right to be jealous—

“Oh good, I’m glad I caught you both here.”

I turned from Matt to find Diane walking quickly toward us. I cleared my throat, pushed any thought of sex with Matt to the nether regions of my brain, and focused on Diane. “Just got in. What’s going on?”

Matt said nothing as she turned to me. “He did okay yesterday? He’s ready for the ride-along?”

I nodded and he stared down at me for a moment before flashing another grin. “Don’t worry, Jesse, I’m up for it.”

He used those words on purpose
, I thought. I refused to rise to the bait. “Jessica.”

“Sure thing, Jesse,” he laughed.

“You know where to go, Jessica,” Diane said. “Station House Fifteen. They’re waiting for you. If they get sent on a roll-out before you get there, just wait.”

I nodded and glanced up at Matt. “Ready?”

“We don’t need to take anything with us?” he asked.

“No,” I said. “Just our hot bodies.”

Both Diane and Matt looked at me in surprise and I realized what I said. Once again I felt the heat of a blush travel into my cheeks.
Damn!
“Oh God, I didn’t mean it like that,” I half laughed. “Come on Matt, we’ll take my car.”

He sent me another one of those grins, quite a knowing grin I thought, and with a nod toward Diane, followed me as I exited the hospital. We both wore scrubs; mine a salmon color today, his again dark blue. Each of us had pockets on the sides of our scrub pants inside which we stowed a number of tools of our trade. Mine held my nurse utility scissors with an angled edge, perfect for cutting through bandages or clothing, a penlight, and small pad of paper and pen for taking vitals or other notes in the ER.

I pulled my remote for my purse, stowed it in the back as I had done the evening before, and then unlocked the doors. By the time I climbed behind the wheel, Matt was already settling into the passenger seat. Seatbelts fastened, I glanced at him. “Did you do ride-alongs up in Sacramento?”

He shook his head. “No, they were talking about it, but nothing was ever done. It sounds like a good idea though,” he commented as I started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. “I know that in the ER or ICU, we only see the aftermath, and not the challenges that first responders come up against in getting the patients transported to us.”

I nodded in agreement.

“You been on many of these?”

I shrugged. “About a half a dozen now,” I said. “We usually do the ride-along with Unit Fifteen. They have a larger vehicle with a crew cab, so it works out perfectly.” I glanced at him. “The paramedic teams from that station are excellent.”

He nodded. “I’ve received, and I can assume that you have, rather extensive training for emergency situations out in the field, but I’m mainly talking about the wildfire scenarios. This type of ride-along is an excellent resource to enhance our training, or training for any emergency room nurse for that matter.” He paused a moment. “It never hurts to walk a mile in another man’s… or women’s, shoes.”

I looked at him, saw that grin again, and agreed. It was nice to know that Matt was all for this. Jack hadn’t been. He hadn’t liked it at all. Being on the scene of a car accident, a house fire, or any other type of accident scenario had unfortunately scared him more than served a positive purpose. Based on the way Matt had performed yesterday, I knew without a doubt that Matt was the complete opposite of Jack. In fact, he would probably enjoy it as much as I did, being a self-proclaimed adrenaline junkie. I got the sense that he didn’t mind rushing into danger rather than running away from it. I shook my head and frowned, staring through the windshield as I navigated through the streets of Santa Fe until we approached Stationhouse Fifteen. The engine was still inside the station, but the red paramedic van was pulled out into the driveway, glistening, ready to go.

I pulled my Jeep into the fire station driveway and drove slowly toward the back parking lot where the firefighters parked for their shifts. Matt said nothing as we got out of the car and walked back along the driveway toward the front of the station. By the time we rounded the side of the firehouse, I saw Sean standing at the rear of the truck.

“Hey Jessica,” he said. “How you been doing?”

I smiled. Sean was a good guy, married, with three kids and another on the way. He was older than me, probably pushing forty, with a receding hairline. I had liked him immediately. He was genuine, helpful, and I had seen him in action. Not only was he more than competent as a first responder, he showed a great deal of compassion and patience with the people he dealt with at some of the worst times of their lives.

“Sean McElroy, I’d like you to meet Matt Drake,” I introduced. “Matt’s a transfer from the ICU up in Sacramento. We’re streamlining his introduction at Santa Fe General because he already has a great deal of experience.”

Sean extended his hand and Matt took it. “Glad to have you aboard,” Sean said. “It was pretty quiet yesterday, but perhaps today will—”

The intercom inside the stationhouse blared the announcement of a possible house fire. A neighbor had reported it and the unit would be rushed out immediately. Sean quickly gestured for us to get inside the paramedic van. Opening the passenger side door, I pushed the front passenger seat forward and then scrambled into the crew cab. There wasn’t a bench seat back there, but two jumper seats bolted into each side of the cab. As Matt and I sat down, our knees faced each other as Sean climbed behind the steering wheel. His partner, Patrick, quickly joined him. Once again I made brief introductions after Patrick greeted me.