The Firefighter's Girl (12 page)

She looked up to meet first Sawyer’s, then John’s eyes. “Three months at least that it’s been missing?” John asked.

She nodded.

“All right, let me look into it. In the meantime, I’m turning down this offer. If there were no jail time involved, would it be something you’d consider?” he asked.

“What happens to my record?”

His look told it all. “This goes on it.”

“Then no,” she said, glancing at Sawyer. “I didn’t do anything wrong. I’m not taking the blame for something I had nothing to do with.”

Sawyer patted her thigh. “I agree with Rebecca. She’s not taking the fall for this.”

“Let me talk to Jeff,” she said, looking more to Sawyer for permission than anything else.

But it was John to answer. “No,” John said. “Not a good idea.”

“I agree with John,” Sawyer said. “No on Jeff.”

“He can’t be agreeing to going along with this. He can’t hate me that much.”

“Rebecca,” John began. “You’re a sweet girl, and I appreciate that naiveté, but this world is not full of saints. Your ex-boyfriend is willing to throw you under a train to save his own neck. Nothing good will come out of talking to him.”

“He’s right, Rebecca. I forbid any contact with Jeff.”

At that she raised her eyebrows, then glanced at John who hadn’t flinched. She pursed her lips and sat back in her seat. “So what’s the next step?” she asked.

“Court date is set for two days from now. We’ll hear what they’ve got and hopefully have something to counter with especially now that I’ve got that detail about your driver’s license having gone missing. Anything else you can think of, the smallest details can make all the difference.”

She shook her head, again thinking of that one time she had smoked pot with Jeff, Andy, and Shannon, but choosing not to share it. “No, nothing.”

“Are you sure?” Sawyer asked. “You look like you’ve got something on your mind.”

“No, it’s nothing.”

“All right,” John said, checking his watch and rising to his feet. “Let’s go have dinner,” he said. “Try to stay relaxed, Rebecca. Worrying isn’t going to help you.”

She inhaled and exhaled loudly as Sawyer rose to stand. “It’s easier said than done,” she said.

“I know it.”

Back in the living room, Suzy still stood at the wall. In fact, it didn’t look like she had moved an inch. “All right, Suzy. Corner time is over for now. Pull up your pants and let’s eat dinner.”

“Thank you,” she said, pulling her jeans up, turning to John and looking only at him. “I’m sorry,” she said to him.

He smiled and walked to her to take her into his arms. He held her to him and kissed the top of her head, whispering something Rebecca couldn’t make out while tucking her hair behind her ear.

Rebecca was unable to take her eyes from the couple even though she knew how intimate and private this moment was between them. She watched while Suzy sniffled once and nodded at what John said, then opened her eyes and reached up to kiss him softly. She then turned shyly to Sawyer and Rebecca.

“I’m sorry you had to see that, but it was a deserved punishment. I hope it didn’t make you too uncomfortable.”

“Well, Rebecca had some questions,” John said.

“Why don’t you come help me in the kitchen and I can answer them,” Suzy offered.

Rebecca nodded and the two women walked into the kitchen. “Are you ok?” Rebecca asked.

Suzy turned to her. She was a few inches taller than Rebecca and had pretty blue eyes set wide apart and dimples that warmed her face when she smiled. “I’m more than ok,” she said. “Although my butt does still hurt!” She rubbed her bottom. “He’s got a heavy hand,” she joked. Rebecca only stared at her in disbelief. “Come on,” she said, taking out a bottle of white wine from the refrigerator and pouring two glasses. “Here you go.”

Rebecca took the glass and they both sipped.

“I imagine to an outsider it looks like cruel and unusual punishment, but I can tell you I’ve never felt more cared for and special than I do with John.”

Rebecca considered that and tried to compare it to her own feelings for Sawyer after a punishment. After a moment, she nodded. “I can understand that in a way. I guess I’m glad Sawyer’s not the only one who spanks!” she said, trying to lighten the mood.

Suzy’s smile widened. “He certainly is not. Come on, help me get the meal plated or we won’t eat until tomorrow!”

Dinner was more normal than Rebecca would have thought after the initial sight that greeted her when they first arrived. She found she had quite a few things in common with Suzy and quite liked the woman. She also liked what she witnessed between Suzy and John. They were very close and she’d have her hand on his, or he would have his on hers almost constantly and the flirtation between them was that of a brand new couple.

When she turned to Sawyer, she found him watching her. She smiled up at him when he held her hand under the table. After a rich meal followed by a richer dessert, they said goodbye and Sawyer drove them home.

Once home, they went inside and he locked the door behind them. “Can I take this out?” she asked, pointing to her bottom. It didn’t hurt, but it wasn’t exactly comfortable.

His expression turned mischievous and he led her to the dining room, stripping her of her jacket and reaching around to undo the button on her jeans. “Sawyer,” she managed when they reached the dining room table. “We shouldn’t…”

“Shouldn’t take it out?” he asked, turning her to face him, kissing her as he unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off, still kissing her.

She reached to pull his shirt over his head while he pushed her pants down over her hips. Her hands were on the buckle of his belt when he stood back to admire her. “I have good taste,” he said, talking about the white lace bra and matching panties. Just as she undid his belt, he leaned down to take one hardened nipple into his mouth over the lace of her bra.

Rebecca moaned and leaned into his mouth, the heat and softness of his lips and tongue opposite that of the rougher lace and teeth that pulled at her nipple.

“I love these,” he said, lifting her to lay her back on the dining room table while she laced her fingers through his hair and pulled him closer. “Just a mouthful but so responsive.” He finished with the first, then moved to the second breast. The one he abandoned felt suddenly cool until he brought his hand to it and pushed the cup just beneath it. She wrapped her legs around his back and groaned when he left her breast to trail kisses down her belly.

“And this,” he said, pushing her legs wide and closing his hot mouth over her clit over top of the lace panties.

“Oh… God…” she moaned.

She tried to pull him closer with her legs, but he held them down and spread them wide. He then took hold of her panties and pushed them to one side, exposing her sex. “Beautiful,” he continued, ignoring her plea to keep sucking on her clit and just watching her bared sex for a long moment before sliding her panties slowly down and off her legs. He then stood, keeping her legs spread wide, taking in the sight of her. “I love your pussy, Rebecca,” he said before kneeling between her legs and closing his mouth once again over her nub, tickling the entrance of her sex before turning circles around her swollen clit. He spread her pussy lips open with his fingers on either side of her and within moments, she was bucking beneath him, orgasm coming hard and fast until she could take no more and begged him to stop, to give her a moment to catch her breath.

Sawyer laughed and stood, and when he unzipped his jeans, Rebecca slid to her knees before him and took him into her mouth, hungry to taste him, to make him come. But his hands were in her hair and in no time, he was fucking her mouth, holding her steady and pumping into her, watching her all along as her eyes grew teary when he pressed deeper into her.

“Keep looking at me,” he said. “I want to see those pretty eyes while I fuck your mouth.”

She made some noise and wanted desperately for him to come in her mouth, she wanted to taste him, to swallow him whole. But he wouldn’t allow it and too soon, he was hauling her to her feet and turning her so when she faced the dining room table, he pushed her over it.

“Time to inspect your bottom,” he said, his voice hoarse. “I want to know every inch of you.”

She glanced back, her face heating with embarrassment as he nudged her legs wider and both hands were on her bottom, pulling her cheeks apart, spreading her open.

“I think we’ll plug you before all your appointments,” he said.

She moaned when she felt him take hold of the base of the plug.

“It worked rather well.”

“Please,” she managed when he began to play with it, turning it, pulling on it just a little.

“Today I’m going to fuck your pussy,” he said, drawing the plug out halfway, then pushing it back in. “But it won’t be long before I’ll want to fuck your ass, Rebecca.”

With that, he pushed his cock into her pussy and she lifted to him while he continued to play with the plug, drawing it out and pushing it back in several times while he moved slowly inside her.

“Please!” she begged. “Fuck me hard, Sawyer. I need you to fuck me hard.”

“Greedy
and
impatient,” he teased, removing the plug and gripping her hips with both hands, holding her just slightly open. “You want a good, hard fucking,” he asked, slapping one hip with the flat of his hand.

“Ah! Yes. Please, yes.”

He slapped again, then gripped her harder and she felt him swell inside her. He began to thrust faster in and out of her until, with a loud groan, he pushed one final time and released inside her as the walls of her pussy clamped down around his cock, drawing every last drop from him.

Chapter Nine

The next day, Sawyer drove her to the physical therapy office to pick up her last paycheck. Both were lost in their own thoughts and Rebecca didn’t even realize they had arrived until Sawyer parked and switched off the engine.

“I’ll come in with you,” he said.

Rebecca checked her watch. “No, that’s ok. I’ll just run in. It should just be Claire in there right now so I won’t have to run into anyone.”

“You’re sure?” he asked.

She nodded, but truly wasn’t sure at all. Taking a deep breath, she climbed out of the car and walked toward the office. She saw from the windows that made up the front wall that only one patient sat waiting for her appointment and at the desk was Claire. Just Claire. Rebecca breathed a sigh of relief.

The bell rang as it did any time the front door was opened and Rebecca walked inside. Claire turned to her, her expression strange for a moment, but in the next, she came around the desk and pulled Rebecca in for a hug. No, more of a very tight squeeze that caused tears to well up in Rebecca’s eyes.

“You ok, honey?” she asked. Claire was in her mid-forties, a married mother of two and one of the kindest, non-judgmental people Rebecca knew.

They separated and Rebecca wiped the back of her hand across her eyes and inhaled deeply, straightening. “Not really,” she said, smiling a small, sad smile, feeling the full weight of her situation like a rock in her stomach.

Claire rubbed her back and walked her behind the front desk. “If it makes any difference, I know you had nothing to do with any of it,” she said, holding out the box of tissues as Rebecca began to cry.

“Thanks,” she said. “It does. I had broken up with Jeff the night of the fire. Kicked him out of the apartment.”

Claire nodded and went to open a drawer at her desk. “The others will be back in about ten minutes,” she said. Rebecca was grateful that Claire understood without her having to explain. “Here’s your check and you know when this is over, you’ll be off your suspension.”

“I don’t know if I would be able to come back. God, I’m so embarrassed!”

Claire shook her head. “Nonsense. Just focus your energy on the trial now. I’ll be following it and if you need anything at all, call me.”

“I will, thank you,” Rebecca said, looking at the envelope she held. Something was stapled to it, it was a letter addressed to her with no return address but she recognized the handwriting. “When did this get here?” she asked.

“Just this morning. I attached it to your check to make sure you got it. Figured it was a patient or something.”

It wasn’t. She would know Jeff’s sloppy scribble anywhere. “Thanks, Claire. I’m going to go before I run into anyone.”

“Ok. Here, leave me a phone number where I can reach you just in case.”

Rebecca nodded and took the pen, jotting down the number to Sawyer’s house phone.

“Hang in there, honey,” Claire said, pocketing the sheet of paper.

They hugged once more and Rebecca slipped out the door.

Sawyer looked at her when she climbed into the truck. “If anyone said anything,” he began.

She smiled. “No, it was just Claire,” she said, pulling the letter free of the check. She tore the envelope open. “I got a letter,” she said, opening the folded sheet. “From Jeff.”

Sawyer had started the truck, but he put it back in park and waited for her to say more. She read the letter to herself:

Baby,

Can you believe this shit we’re in? Heard your new boyfriend got you bailed out. Do what you need to do, babe, but you know you’re in this just like we are, right? You’re going down with us and that new man of yours won’t be waiting around for you when you’re out, but I’ll be there for you. You’ll get a shorter sentence, being a woman and all. And I’m sure you’ll play your ‘I’m innocent’ card. Guess you should have thought twice before breaking up with me, huh? Sure wouldn’t be in this mess if you hadn’t pissed me off. And that old man, what was his name? The guy in the wheelchair? Poor man died because of you.

Don’t get too attached to that new boyfriend of yours. You won’t be with him too much longer, but if you come see me, I just might be able to help you out.

Your one true love,

Jeff.

“Asshole,” she said, crumpling up the letter.

Sawyer just looked at her and raised an eyebrow. “Let me see it.”