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Josie curled into his shoulder and he tangled his hand in
her hair, enjoying the way the long, silky strands slid between his fingers.
Josie trailed her fingertip along the ridges of his abs.

“So how much do you have to work out to have abs like
these?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. There’s not much to do at the
station some days so we work out.”

“Well, I for one am very glad you’re putting all that
downtime to good use.”

He snorted. “I thought it was my hipbones you liked.”

“Mmm, I like those too.” She trailed her fingertip through
the hair on his lower stomach then over to his hips and followed the line of
his hipbones. “Let’s be real, the whole package is pretty fantastic.”

He grinned and kissed the top of her head. “Glad you think
so because I think your package is pretty amazing too.”

She pushed herself up on his chest and looked at him. “You
aren’t kidding are you?” Her eyes widened and she said it as if the very idea
was completely shocking.

He kissed her lips softly. “No, honey, I’m not kidding. And
if you let me get some sleep, I’ll show you again.”

She grinned and dropped down onto his chest in a flash that
made him burst out laughing. He squeezed her hip. “Go to sleep.”

“Yes sir,” she replied. And as tired as he was, he felt his
dick stir against his stomach.

* * * * *

The following week, Marco strolled into the station with a
smile on his face. He’d spent the last four days in Josie’s bed, and he
couldn’t think of a better way to spend his days off. Too bad he was starting
his rotation of four on and wouldn’t see her for a few days.

He rounded the corner to the locker room and Scott nodded to
him. “You’re on dinner tonight, Patelli.”

“Ah crap,” he groaned. “Is there anything in the fridge?”

“Fuck if I know. I’m not cooking so I didn’t bother to
look.”

“Great,” he muttered. He dropped his gear off in his locker
then wandered into the kitchen to scope out supplies. He pulled open the fridge
and cursed. Shit, he was going to get stuck on grocery duty.

Poking his head out into the hallway, Marco yelled, “Yo,
Lieu.”

Lieutenant Saunders walked out of his office and into the
hallway. “What are you yelling about, Patelli?”

“Who’s on groceries this week?” he asked, already dreading
the answer.

The other man shrugged. “I don’t know, what does the
schedule say?”

Crap. “It doesn’t.”

“Then I guess you’re up, Patelli.” Lieu grinned.

“Beautiful,” he muttered. He’d left the comfort of Josie’s
bed to come to this? He snatched the grocery list off the fridge and headed
out. Jesus, the thing was three pages long. This was going to take forever.

* * * * *

An hour later, loaded down with shopping bags, he strolled
back into the firehouse and stopped at the edge of the couch. “You lazy sacks,
go grab some groceries from my truck.”

At the mention of food four sets of eyes perked up. “What
you making?” Gunderson asked.

“Chili.”

“Good, put your purse away, get your apron on and start
cooking, I’m starving.”

Marco rolled his eyes. They each had to take a shift in the
kitchen, but because they all knew how much he hated to cook, on his night the
jokes always started flying.

Just because he could, he was going to make chili so hot it
burned their asses, after he set aside a bowl for himself. He grinned. A guy
had to get some enjoyment out of kitchen duty.

The chili had just started to boil when the fire alarm
sounded. Good thing it would keep.

Chapter Five

With the fire mostly contained and the second string of
fighters entering the building, Marco pushed his mask off his face and dropped
down onto the sidewalk.

Fuck.

His chest tightened painfully. He placed his head in his
palm and breathed deeply. Saving lives, saving people’s homes was incredibly
rewarding, but losing someone always felt as if it ripped his heart out. Some
of his coworkers were able to take it in stride. Unfortunately he wasn’t one of
them. When he’d heard the faint voice, he’d fought his way through the fire and
wreckage. The elderly woman had barely been breathing when he’d hoisted her up,
but by the time he’d been able to get back outside the woman was dead.

He took several more deep breaths then slid his mask and
helmet back on his head, pushed himself up from the curb and made his way back
into the building.

When he finally reemerged from the rubble, the apartment
complex had nearly burned to the ground. The accelerant that had been used to
light the fire had ripped through the building as if it were nothing,
destroying everything in its wake. The fact they’d managed to save twelve
people who’d been trapped inside seemed insignificant in the face of the two
people they’d lost.

Filthy and broken, Marco climbed onto the fire truck and
slid into his seat. They made their way back to the station in virtual silence,
each man feeling the loss of the lives they weren’t able to save.

Back at the house, Marco eased beneath the shower spray,
watching the water run off his body, washing away the night’s dirt and grime.
He toweled off, threw on his jeans and sweatshirt and wandered out into the
main sitting area. He nodded grimly to James and Scott who sat in chairs, the
TV off, not saying a word to each other.

Marco ran his hand through his hair. Man, he was glad his
shift was over. “See you guys tomorrow,” he said to the other men.

He wandered out to the back parking lot and eased his tired
body into the driver’s seat. The last thing he wanted to do was go home. Somehow
he found himself parked outside Josie’s apartment. The dashboard clock glowed
green announcing the time. 2:34 a.m. She’d be sleeping and if he was smart he’d
turn around and go home, but he couldn’t. They’d only been dating a short time,
but he needed her. He didn’t understand why the very idea of seeing her soothed
the ache in his gut, but she’d had that effect on him since the moment he’d
laid eyes on her. The innocence in the depths of her emerald eyes had called to
him.

Pulled by a force he couldn’t explain, he rapped on her
apartment door. Finally, several minutes later he heard the chain on the door
being unhooked and the door opened. Josie stood there, eyes worried, her red
hair tangled in a mess on top of her head, her baggy Winnie the Pooh pajamas
hanging loosely from her voluptuous frame.

“Marco, what are you doing here? Is everything okay?” Her
voice was soft and husky from the residual effects of being woken from sleep.

He shook his head, took two steps toward her and wrapped her
up in his arms. She instinctively returned the hug. Not saying a word, she
stroked his hair and made soft cooing sounds to him as she backed them farther
into the apartment. Somehow she managed to walk them into her living room and
the next thing he knew, he was sitting on the couch and pulling her onto his
lap. Absorbing all her warmth and compassion, he just sat surrounded by her,
allowing the feel of her, the soft curves of her body to make him forget about
everything else that had happened. He wanted to lose himself in her.

Pulling back slightly, he pressed his lips to hers. He
wanted to be gentle, had planned on it. But at the first touch of her mouth on
his, need raged through him like a rabid dog. His tongue flicked out, pressing
for entrance into her mouth.

At first, she seemed almost surprised by the touch but as he
continued deepening the kiss, she surrendered. Matching him stroke for stroke,
she wound her hands through his hair, pulling him tighter against her body.

He nipped a line along her jaw as he made his way to her
ear. Marco sucked her earlobe into his mouth. His dick twitched when she moaned
at the contact.

He couldn’t get close enough to her. Pressing his hips
against her, he ground his erection against her core. His jeans stretched
tightly against his cock, restricting him painfully. With a groan, he lowered
his hand to his jeans and flicked open the button.

“Let me,” she murmured. Josie pushed against his shoulders
so he was lying on his back on the couch. She eased his jeans and underwear
down his legs. He sighed when his cock slipped free of its confines.

Josie eyed his erection and licked her lips a moment before
her tongue swept out and licked the bead of moisture on the tip. He clenched
his jaw at the contact. Damn, her tongue felt good.

Heat engulfed the head as she wrapped her lips around his
cock and sucked it deeply into her mouth. Marco threaded his hands through her
hair, guiding the movements as his hips thrust up, fucking her mouth. His head
dropped back and he closed his eyes, giving in to the sensual feel of her
tongue curling around the underside of his cock.

His balls started to pull tightly and he groaned. As amazing
as her mouth felt, when he came, he wanted to be buried in her hot pussy. “I
want to fuck you, Red.”

He groaned when she swallowed his length. Damn. He gripped
her hair to ease her head back. Her eyes opened, twinkling with a mischievous
gleam and she sucked him back deeply.

“Seriously, Josie. I want to be buried in your hot pussy,
fucking you, making you scream beneath me.”

She clamped her thighs together and he grinned. She might
not admit it, but she loved when he talked dirty.

“I want to feel you milking my cock as you come, Jos. The
way it clamps on my dick like a vise.”

She moaned. The vibrations ran up the length of his cock,
drawing his balls up tight. Damn it, he didn’t want to lose it in her mouth. He
pulled on her head again and she eased her mouth off his shaft.

She stood, looked at him and bit her lip. She looked as if
she knew what she was doing. Josie lowered her pants and stepped out of them.
Her pajama top hung just low enough to almost cover her pussy, giving him a
teasing glimpse of the patch of red hair at the juncture of her thighs.

He groaned. Fuck, he wanted to bury himself in her hot
pussy.

“Condom?” she asked.

“In my jeans.”

Josie picked up his pants and pulled out his wallet. “You
gonna let me go through your wallet?” she asked sassily.

“You can do whatever you want after you fuck me.”

She grinned, pulled the condom out and dropped his wallet on
the floor.

“Is this what you’re after?” she taunted and waved the
condom in front of him. With a growl, he grabbed it out of her hand.

He tore open the wrapper and sheathed himself. Josie watched
him hungrily. He reached out his hand and grasped hers, pulling her toward him.
She eased one knee on either side of his and straddled his legs. Her wet pussy
rubbed against his stomach as she moved and he groaned.

He cupped the back of her neck and kissed her. His tongue
tangled with hers and she reached between them. The feel of her hot hand on his
cock made him ache. “Ride me, Josie.”

“I plan to,” she whispered.

She placed his cock at the entrance and sat poised, not
moving. Fuck that. He gripped her hips and buried himself deep in her pussy.
They both groaned.

“Mmm, Marco that feels so good,” she sighed and her head
dropped back, exposing the line of her throat and he ran his tongue up her
neck. She shivered and her pussy squeezed him tightly.

Josie rose up on her knees and he almost slipped free before
she eased back down slowly. Up and down she set a slow, torturous pace that had
him gritting his teeth in arousal. “You’re killing me, Red.”

“Now you know how I felt when you were teasing me,” she
murmured.

He was amazed at the transformation in her. Gone was the
shy, insecure woman and in her place was this teasing, seductive vixen. And
fuck, he liked the change in her.

She pressed her hips forward, tormenting him with her
movements.

His balls pulled up. He was close, but he’d be damned if
he’d go alone. Reaching between them, he rolled her clit between his fingers
and she bucked toward him.

“Play with your nipples,” he gritted out. Her eyes popped
open wide in shock and her cheeks flushed. Okay, maybe the shy girl wasn’t
quite gone.

“It’d be so fucking hot to watch you touch yourself,” he
told her.

She licked her lips and eyed him warily, then slowly her
hands eased up her body and cupped her breasts. Holy hell, that was sexy. Damn,
yeah, that might have been a bad idea. He wasn’t going to last long watching
that.

He leaned in and captured her lips with his and pressed his
tongue inside. His tongue tangled with hers and he thrust in and out, matching
the rhythm of his hips. Josie’s breathing hitched and she started making these
amazing little keening sounds that made his balls pull up tightly. He flicked
her clit once, twice and she lit up like a firecracker as she screamed out her
release. He gripped her hips roughly and thrust into her as her pussy milked
his dick and he grunted as he came.

Resting his chin on her head, he bit back a curse. What the
hell was wrong with him just showing up and fucking her as if she were at his
beck and call? “Sorry about that,” he said.

Josie pulled back and looked at him. “Sorry for what?”

“Just barging in here and having my way with you.”

She giggled. “I’m pretty sure I had your cock in my mouth,
so if anyone had their way with someone it was me.”

He laughed. “Fair enough.”

She stared at him. “You want to tell me what’s up?”

He ran a hand through his hair. “It was just a bitch of a
night.”

“You want to talk about it?”

Did he? Normally he’d say no. The last thing he wanted to do
was relive it but seeing the compassion in her eyes, he realized he did want to
talk about it.

She pushed the hair from his forehead and smiled.

Taking a deep breath, Marco sighed. “I lost someone
tonight.”