SCORCHED: A Firefighter Stepbrother Romance Thriller

Scorched

A Steamy
Firefighter Stepbrother Romantic Thriller

By Evelyn Graves

Copyright 2015, Evelyn Graves

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Gunner

Ever
since I was a kid, I wanted to be a hero. I wanted to save people.
To stop bad things from ever happening to them.

But
somewhere along the way, I became a bad thing that happened to Tanya, my
stepsister. I ruined her life the night I walked away, leaving her all alone
with my prick of a father.

I
thought my chances at redemption were long gone. But then I pulled her out of a
burning building and discovered the kid I’d
left
behind had turned into a gorgeous, damaged, impossible woman—one who
needed more help than she even knew.

I’m
going to save her. I won’t leave her side again.

Tanya

I’ve
spent years running from my past.
From the memories of my
abusive stepfather.
From any and all thought of Gunner, the stepbrother
who’d left me high and dry.

So when
he pulled me out of an apartment fire and saved my life, it was a trip down a
dark and painful Memory Lane that I’d never ordered.

Gunner
is hot. And the same cocky jerk he was when we were kids. But now he’s a fireman,
too, and I’ve got bigger problems than the friction between us.
Problems that only he can solve.

I’ll
let him save me. But I won’t let him into my heart.

---THE FLAME---

I was
wreathed in shadows and searching for my sunflower. The one woman in
all the
world who shared my soul—who was destined to
be mine.

Where
she’d planted herself was not any kind of place for a flower of her beauty.
This was toxic soil. If she put down roots here, it would taint her all the way
through.

I
couldn’t let her stay. Whether she liked it or not, I was here to rescue her.
To save her from this hell.
These
poisonous shadows.

I liked
seeing her again. It had been so long. Though I didn’t like seeing her
this
way. Yes, she looked at home in the
spotlight. But it was all a performance. An act. Deep down, I knew who she
really was.

The
painfully shy girl who used to steal her mom’s bridal magazines and hide them
under her pillows like she was making a wish… As if the Tooth Fairy would be
replaced by the Husband Fairy, coming in the night bearing diamonds and a white
dress.

I’d
thought that was simple. Cute. Where was that girl now? Surely, not up
there
on that stage wearing next to nothing, pulsing in time
to the lights and sounds.

God.
She was worth writing a poem over. I had a little notebook in my coat pocket,
once I carried with me everywhere. It helped organize my thoughts, filter out
the voices.
Mother’s voice.
And
Father’s.

Fire fixes
everything,
I’d
hear him say. And then my fingers would be burning, itching, yearning to strike
a match and let it drop. Let those flames do what they did best. Let them
consume.

That’s
the way these men were looking at her now. Like they wanted to consume her.
Devour her whole.

I
thought of a verse.
An incomparable verse, and not my own.

Like a fiend in a cloud

With howling woe,

After night I do
croud
,

And with night will go . . . 

Blake—William—he
was perfection.
The ultimate idol, truly worthy of worship.
A better god than the one my mother had believed in had ever turned out to be.
But the honeyed glow of his words darkened when I realized I was getting hard.
Again.

That was
bad of me. Unclean
.
I hammered it
down with my fist when no one was looking and tore my eyes away from the
goddess I adored. From that bastion of purity trapped in Sodom’s embrace . . . 

Where
my gaze fell next brought me pause. Then calamity.
Then pure,
blind rage.
Anger so thick it might as well have been smoke choking the
life out of me, burning my lungs.

What the fuck is
she
doing here?

I
watched her from the darkness. Saw her move. Saw her gyrate. She called herself
a “dancer,” as all these lost women did, but I knew what she was. She was
basking in the hellfire glow of her sin. And I’d seen her before, though it
took me a moment to realize where.

And
then my stomach turned. I didn’t understand. How could she be here, with that
siren’s call of her hips? How could she be standing in front of me, looking
straight at me, and have no idea who I was?

I shook
with fear and rage. How could she be alive, when not so very long ago, I’d killed
her?

Chapter 1

Gunner

“Keep
it down!” I hissed, balls-deep in the most succulent cunt I’d had in weeks. I’d
always loved fucking screamers, but having this chick—Brandy, I think her
name was—waking up the entire firehouse would have killed my boner like
nothing else.

Let’s
be honest—it wasn’t the idea of my fellow firefighters knowing I was
plowing some gorgeous chick on the break room table that bothered me so much. I’d
end up bragging about it in a few hours over breakfast to a score of whoops and
“
atta
-boys” from my firehouse brothers. Waking up the
fire chief was a whole other matter. It would have done no favors for my
continued employment.

“Fuck!”
she
moaned
“Gunner, it feels so good!” She squirmed
her hips as I teased at her clit with my thumb, the rest of my hand resting on
her pubic mound to keep her somewhat in one place.

“Quiet!”
I said
,
glancing toward the door that led out into the
hallway, dreading that a silhouette might just cross by while this loudmouth
was screaming about how thick my cock was.

And if
it wasn’t her mouth that got me in trouble, it was going to be this sweet
pussy. I was trying to hold back, trying to keep my cum in my balls until I
could pull out and let her gulp it all down, but the way she was moving had me
in a tight spot. This girl was a handful.

Brandy
bit down on her wrist, making some effort to keep quiet while I fucked her
brains out—for all the good it did. Every few seconds her back would arch
up and she’d let out a moan that could wake up the entire neighborhood.

Enough is enough,
I
thought, pulling out of her just long enough to rip her panties from around her
ankles and shove the lacy silk right into her mouth, reducing those screams to
muffled moans. I smiled at my own ingenuity before getting back to business, my
fingers still tirelessly teasing her throbbing nub.

Her
indistinct screams grew louder against the makeshift gag and those gorgeous,
round hips of hers started to buck against every thrust. I couldn’t help but
grin as I watched the makings of an earth-shattering orgasm play across her
face, her entire body writhing and flailing against my steady grip on her.

“That’s
it,” I said, driving my thick cock harder into her, eagerly shoving her over
the edge and into a warm, welcoming oblivion. “Good girl. I know what a little
slut like you needs.”

Brandy
looked up into my eyes, nodding as she threw her head back, digging her nails into
my skin as before she swooned backward. Her chest heaved and she let out a soft,
plaintive whimper with
every exhale
. Her body
glistened with sweat, a soft silver sheen of moonlight from the open windows
making her skin glow in the darkness of the station’s break room.

I
looked at her for a moment, watching the dazed expression on her face and
admiring my handwork. But I was far from done.

I
climbed up on top of the table, straddling her chest as she looked up at me, my
dick resting against the valley between her soft tits. She smiled around the
gag, pushing her breasts around my wet dick as I started to move it back and
forward between them.

Prior
experience gave me more than enough confidence that the table could hold the
two of us—even while we were fucking like animals. Hell, the damn thing
never even made a noise the entire time I fucked those pretty little tits. I
could feel my balls starting to tighten and my shaft swelling as it filled with
cum, building up pressure before it all came gushing out onto her chest.
There’s nothing better than the way a girl looks with
my cum
dripping off of her like a pearl necklace.

I could
hear moaning even louder around the wadded up panties in her mouth. She’d
managed to get a hand down between her thighs and she was
jilling
herself off in earnest, her chest working hard as I felt my climax barreling
toward me. I wasn’t about to remove those panties. I figured if she had
anything important to say, it could wait until after I finished.

My cock
spasmed
hard, and I threw my head back as a wave of
pleasure shot up from my swollen erection. I closed my eyes as I basked in the
brief glory of my own orgasm. My cum burst out of the tip in thick, white ropes
across her chest, my hips still working back and forth as I came, drenching her
in my lust.

I let
out a slow groan as I ruined those pretty tits. I couldn’t help loving the way
they bounced as my body moved on top of hers, her pert little nipples stiffening
in the cold air around her. It was almost a full minute before I tear my gaze
away from that cum-covered perfection to look into those pretty brown eyes of
hers. I could see it. She’d driven herself back over the cliff again, a massive
orgasm rolling through her like a freight train. I gazed into those eyes and I
smiled…

Just in
time to see them roll back into her head as she went limp.

“Brandy?”
I asked, keeping my voice low as I turned her face toward me, only to have it
fall back where it had been. I gently slapped my hand against her cheek, hoping
that she’d just zoned out from her orgasm, but when she didn’t stir I started
to panic.

Fuck,
I thought, climbing off
of her chest before I pulled her panties out of her mouth, tossing them aside
as I put two fingers against the vein in her neck to feel for a pulse. I could
feel her heart beating. It was like a hummingbird’s wings—fast and
frantic.

Holy. Fucking. Shit. What the fuck happened?

I put
my ear close to her mouth, hoping to at least hear and feel her breath against
my skin.

Fuck!

“Help!”
I cried, hurriedly pulling my pants on as I pushed open the door to the
hallway. “Somebody, help! Get the
fuckin
’ pads!”

I
screamed as loud as I could until the sounds of rushing firemen echoed down the
hall toward me. Two of my guys had stumbled out of our more official sleeping
quarters and were making their way to the break room. I moved out of the door
as four more firemen followed.

They
crowded around her in only a matter of seconds, checking her pulse just like
I’d done. Within an instant I watched a bare-chested fireman straddling her, ready
to start compressions if necessary. Someone else started shouting for our in-house
defibrillator. The thought crossed my mind that I might have actually fucked
her to death—until I remembered how stupid that sounded.

“Shit,
Gunner. The fuck did you do, man?”

My lips
felt numb. My face flushed. “I don’t know, I just fucked her
.!
”

“Oh,
for fuck’s sakes,” someone shouted from behind me. “Move!”

One of
the guys came through with the portable defibrillator. Only a few seconds had
went
by, the whole station working together swiftly to
assess the situation. Tensions were high, but before he could start charging
paddles, someone started laughing.

“Guy’s,
she’s just passed out,” I heard a familiar voice say from within the crowd of
men—my friend, Tom
Stoggins
. Seeing as I’d damn
near started administering CPR, I’d never been so glad he was moonlighting as
an EMT in my life. “Gunner here fucked her lights out.”

“How
the fuck was I supposed to know she was
gonna
crash
on me?” I grumbled
,
leaning my elbow on the very same
table I’d been pounding Brandy on hours before. “I mean, shit, she can take
it…”

Ten
minutes later she was back on her feet and going to be fine, but waking up
naked and surrounded by firefighters hadn’t exactly gone over well for her.
She’d run out embarrassed and angry about the whole thing. I was going to have
to screen my booty calls more thoroughly in the future…

“Maybe
you just like them limp and lifeless, Gunner,”
Stoggins
said snidely, smirking at me over his coffee. “Figured that was the only way
you’d have gotten laid in the first place.”

“Up
yours,” I said, flicking a piece of egg at him from across the table. “You’re
the one chowing down on the site of my latest conquest.”

“Yeah,
after which I had to wipe your damn
jizz
off her tits
before I could get ready to shock her back to life,”
Stoggins
laughed. Normally he’d be listening with rapt attention, but he’d never let go
of a chance to give me shit—especially one as good as this one. “Never
thought someone could actually fall asleep fucking, but somehow you managed to
be that dull in bed—or on the table.”

The
other men all laughed into their eggs, shaking their heads as they watched
me and my friend go back and forward
. This wasn’t anything
new to them,
Stoggins
and I had been together since
our very first day—he was the closest thing I had to a best friend.

“I
mean, honestly, I don’t think I’ve ever fucked a girl so bad that the only way
she thought to get out of it was to start snoring.”

“You
know what
Stoggins
? How about you kiss my—”

“Gunner
Cole!” my Captain bellowed. I visibly flinched at the sound of my full name,
like you do when you know your mom or dad are
gonna
kick your ass.

I tried
to act cool, turning around in my chair and giving Captain Simms a wide,
shit-eating smile.

“
Cap’n
!” I said with an over-eager salute. “Good morning,
sir!”

“Save
your shit, Cole, I wanted you in my office a goddamn hour ago. Get off your ass
and move!” I knew he was pissed, more pissed than I’d seen him in months, and
all that hot-headed Irish rage was about to come down right on my head.

“Sure,
Cap, right after breakfast—”

“
Now,
you useless
chucklefuck
.
I’m in no
fucking mood
for any of
your shit today,” he said, his voice lowering until it was a growl—which
was more frightening than the shouting would ever have been.

Reluctantly
I got to my feet, following after the rotund figure of Captain Simms all the
way to his cramped little office.

Along
the way I saw a few other others poking their heads out to catch a glimpse of
my “walk of shame.” I felt like I was being escorted to the principal’s office.

“Sit,”
he barked, locking the door behind me and shutting the blinds—like the
others would know exactly what was happening.

I did
as commanded, knowing that as much as I’d like to, now was not the time for
smart-
assery
.

“Have
you got any idea how bad this makes this
fuckin
’
engine look, Gunner?” he asked, his voice rising once again. He wasn’t just
doing this for me—the firehouse walls were so thin that you barely had to
strain to listen to every word that was said, especially since Captain Simms
couldn’t help but shout whenever he brought one of us into his office.

“You
brought some girl into my goddamn firehouse—something that I’ve forbidden
more times than I could count,
specifically
when it comes to
you
—and then proceed
to have her almost
die
on my fucking
dinner table?”

“She
passed out,” I started to protest.

“The
dinner table! I have to fucking
eat
on that thing,
Gunner! Now all I can think of is your—”

The
Captain stopped mid-sentence, cut off by the shrill sounds of the alarm bells that
were the only thing on this planet that would get me out of this
ass-chewing
. A fire. I wasn’t exactly a praying man, but maybe
there was a God up there watching out for me, after all…

I’d
save the prayers until I was sure nobody was hurt.

I got
out of the chair in a flash and made for the door, turning the lock before
turning back toward Simms, my grin plastered back onto my face.

“Get
out there and do your job, Gunner,” the Captain shouted.