The Firefighter and the Virgin Princess (13 page)

He was already leaking a little from the tip
and before he could stop her, she licked it up and then kissed and
sucked his aching balls, her eyes wide open, watching his face the
entire time.

Joe was wild for her. He couldn't hold off
much longer.

* * * *

Suddenly he had her over his shoulder in a
fireman's hold and he was walking into another room. "This is my
bedroom, sweetheart. And right here is where I'm gonna fuck
you."

Her head was swaying by his buttocks. How
could she not take advantage of that? Those orbs were so juicy,
firm and irresistible. So she sank her teeth into the part of his
round cheek that she could reach.

She heard him draw a harsh breath and then
he spanked her ass hard, before he dropped her to the bed.

At last he was pulling her panties down,
thrusting his tongue into her pussy again even as she landed on her
back. Apparently he couldn't get enough of that treat. She'd never
realized men liked it quite so much.

He covered her in a hurry, sliding his arm
under her leg to lift it, thrusting his knob at her entrance at the
same time. Rubbing the full length of his swollen cock shaft up and
down her eager cleft.

Then he froze. "Condom." He was about to
back away again and get one.

"No!" Lily couldn't bear waiting another
moment. "Do it. Just do it. Bareback," she gasped, breathless,
"like you said."

His arms were trembling as he held himself
over her, one of her knees up over his shoulder. She gazed up into
his wild eyes.

"Fuck my pussy with that big hard cock of
yours, Rossini. I want it so bad. I want you inside me. Fuck me
sore like the first time. I don't care what you do. I love it. All
of it."

That was the last straw, it seemed, for he
thrust forward. No more reservations.

She felt his surging life— his pulse— inside
her body, the kiss of his skin inside her unhindered by latex. She
was so wet that he penetrated with one thrust and then he was balls
deep. The sensation was heart-stopping.

"You're taking a risk, Lily," he growled,
holding himself steady, a heavy, intoxicated look coming into his
eyes as he stared down at her.

"So are you," she managed.

"It's no risk to me. I get you pregnant, I'd
be happy." That smug grin eased over his lips. "I think I'd be real
happy."

Although she already knew he couldn't lie,
Lily found it hard to believe he wouldn't mind such a sudden change
to his life. Of course, it was not the same for men. Having a baby
didn't change their bodies.

He began to thrust in and out, and her hands
reached for his face, pulling it down to kiss him. Indecision raced
through her mind. This had to be a crazy thing they were doing, yet
it felt right. It felt like heaven. Could she trust this man to
love her? To stay?

With his confident smile he sent a shower of
hot sparks through her veins, and she felt the thrill of a child
staring up at a night's sky full of fireworks.

How beautiful. Magical.

And then with a deep groan he pulled out of
her and shot a stream of cum onto her stomach. "Don't worry," he
gasped out, "I wouldn't risk it. For your sake, Lily.

She was so startled she didn't know what to
say. Lying beside her, he wrapped her in his arms and kissed her
again.

Surely she was relieved that he came to his
senses, right?

His laughter tickled the side of her neck.
"What do you think of my palace? Did you like the tour?"

Lily managed a smile. "Sure."

Reaching for a fistful of tissues from a box
beside his bed, he tenderly wiped the creamy trail of spatters off
her stomach.

* * * *

Joe listened to her breathing as she slept
beside him. Moonlight streaked into the bedroom through his thin
curtains and kissed the curve made by her hip under the sheet.

Good thing she slept. He couldn't. He lay
awake worrying about his moment of madness, that brief crazy rage
when he thought about coming inside her. Thinking about getting her
pregnant.

She would never have trusted him again if he
did that, and rightfully so. He shouldn't think about doing
something reckless like that when he knew what her career meant to
her. Besides, like he'd told Donna, he didn't know when he'd be
ready for kids and all that stuff.

But tonight, when Lily
looked up at him and asked, "Should I?", he'd wanted to yell,
"
Yes! Yes!"
As if
she wasn't just asking him whether she should come with them on the
ferry, but asking whether she ought to love him.
Forever.

Maybe even marry him.

Have ten kids. Get a picket fence, a dog, a
lawnmower, a dishwasher.

Shit, maybe he
would
keep her prisoner
on Staten Island, he mused.

What the hell was happening to him?

* * * *

At some point he must have drifted off to
sleep, for he woke the next morning to find her burning toast in
his kitchen, setting the smoke detector off. Wearing a pair of his
socks and a fire department t-shirt that came down to the top of
her thighs, her hair hastily and messily tucked up into a makeshift
knot, she looked way too cute. Took his breath away.

He wanted to wake up every day from now on
and see her there, just like that.

Windows open to let out the smoke, batteries
removed from the smoke detector, he folded her in his arms and
kissed her slowly. "Thank you for the toast. I'm sure it would have
been lovely."

"I'm hopeless," she whined. "I can't
even—"

Joe stopped her with another kiss, lifted
her against the refrigerator and mounted her on his proud morning
erection in one swift move.

She wasn't prepared yet— unlike him she
clearly didn't wake up in a horny mood, but a domesticated one.
"Ouch," she exclaimed as he penetrated her unexpecting pussy.

"I'm sorry," he grunted, ready to pull out
again.

"No," she cried. "I want it."

He had to laugh at her eagerness. She went
from frustration over the burnt toast to smoldering white-hot
desire in scant seconds. Soon she was wet, her hands clawing at his
naked back and his hair as he thrust lustily, giving her a savage
knee-trembler up against the cold refrigerator door. It seemed he'd
finally found a woman who enjoyed sex as much as he did.

"You like a little sausage with your
breakfast, Princess?"

"I do now," she purred, licking his ear and
nibbling on it. Yeah, today she was hungry. Lucky Joe.

* * * *

Again he pulled out of her before he spent.
Now his t-shirt would have to be washed.

"At least I can make coffee," she said,
turning away, her heartbeat still out of kilter after the sneaky
attack up against the refrigerator. Her ass was probably bruised
from the banging.

Not that she minded at all.

What the hell was happening to her?

"Okay." Joe kissed the back of her neck and
went to get a shower.

While the coffee brewed, Lily took her own
tour of his apartment, poking into drawers, and looking at all the
framed photos scattered around. Joe fishing on a boat, family
groups at a barbecue, a cute young Joe with his brother in school
uniform. Joe in a shirt and tie with his arm around a woman in a
short, tight, shiny dress with her boobs half out.

She could still hear the water in the
shower, so she picked that cheaply framed photo up for a closer
examination. Hmm. Just what she pictured him with. They didn't look
very happy though. He was draped over Busty Malone as if he was
drunk and needed her to hold him up. Meanwhile, Busty glared at the
camera, her eyes lined with so much black that it was frightening,
her mouth slack— mid gum-chew maybe.

Lily shook her head. She shouldn't be such a
bitch about it. So judgmental. No doubt Busty wouldn't think very
highly of her either. But it was tough not being jealous of every
other woman he'd ever had. All this was new to her.

"Hey, whatcha looking at?"

Damn, he'd crept up behind her, his groin
wrapped in a towel, his body all warm and lusciously damp.

Now she'd have to ask. "Who's this?"

Joe took the photo and set it back on the
shelf, but face down. "Er...that was Donna."

"Your ex?"

"Yeah. She gave me that frame, and I had to
put something in it."

Lily was glad that he put it face down. "You
have a lot of photos," she observed softly.

"I got a lot of family."

She nodded. "I suppose so." And he wanted
her to meet them. She wasn't sure if she was up to it. Again, it
would all be new to her.

He turned her around to face him. "My mom's
gonna love you."

It was as if he'd read her anxious mind.
"How do you know?"

Joe gave her a smile that
was infectious. "Because
I
love you."

She knew her cheeks were warm. "Better than
all those other girls?"

"My god, Lily, you have no idea what you've
done to me."

Head tilted, she glanced up at him shyly.
"Explain, Lieutenant."

He slid his arms around her waist and pulled
her against him. "I may have had all that family around me, but
I've been alone inside. Just like you." He bent his head to rest
his brow against hers. "Until you came along and got in the way of
my fire truck."

She laughed. "Imagine if that had never
happened."

"No. I don't want to."

* * * *

He took her for a drive around the
neighborhood, showing off the playground where he grew up, the
school, the corner convenience store. She let him chatter away and
simply enjoyed his company. It was like a holiday, she mused— a
holiday from the ballet, the theater and all the stress. Today she
hadn't even stretched or practiced a single plie. Tomorrow in class
she'd probably pay for it.

She was doubly sure of that once she entered
his mother's house that afternoon and saw the massive bowl of pasta
and the plate of Italian pastries waiting for them. The air was
thick with garlic, basil and tomatoes, and noisy with loud
conversation that seemed to hit her from all angles.

The two little girls ran up to Lily
immediately, gripping her fingers and pulling her along, both
talking at the same time. When she saw Joe's sister-in-law she
wished she'd had another outfit to change into that day. Instead
she was wearing the same clothes from last night and there was no
doubt Sherri would remember, even if her husband didn't. Women took
note of things heterosexual men usually didn't.

"Lily, teach me to ploopret," Antonia
demanded at the top of her lungs. "Here's Lily, Uncle Joe's
princess. She's a ballerina."

All eyes turned to where she stood. All
conversation snapped off. There had to be about fifteen adults in
the room and ten or more kids peeping out from under chairs and
round corners.

Uncle Joe's
princess?
Shit! The girls must have heard
him call her that.

"Hi, Lily." Joe's brother leapt up. "Nice to
see you again. Come and sit down. Antonia! Don't be a pest."

The last thing she wanted was to take a seat
beside steely-eyed Sherri, so she said brightly, "I promised to
teach her a pirouette. I don't mind." She looked down at the girl.
"We need space. Shall we go into the hall?"

To her relief the child agreed and took her
out of the hot, crowded room to the hall. Teaching Antonia a
pirouette was a good excuse to escape and get some air, to compose
herself a little. It felt as if she'd been thrown into the deep end
and she wasn't ready. Ten minutes later, Joe found her. He sat on
the stairs and watched as she put his niece through her paces. Lily
had never tried to teach anyone before, but she was soon absorbed
in the task of making the girl understand. It was a challenge, and
she knew how to handle those. There was, she discovered, great
satisfaction to be had in passing knowledge along.

"Teach Uncle Joe too," Antonia giggled.

So she did. Sort of. He was all over the
place and spent more time clowning around than seriously trying. As
she might have expected.

Then his mother came out to call them to
dinner. "So you're Joey's new girl, eh?" She clasped Lily's hand in
both of hers. "Now I know why he's been hiding you." She smiled and
her eyes crinkled up at the corners. "He's been keeping you all to
himself, because you are special."

Not knowing what to say, she just stood
there like a fool.

"He used to do this with his favorite toys,"
his mother added, reaching up to pinch Joe's cheek. "Didn't want to
share with the other boys in the park."

"Ma, I shared!"

"No. You were bad at sharing. Kept things to
yourself all the time. Did things your own way. Had to be different
to your brother, always." She looked at Lily again. "And you are a
dancer, I hear?"

"Yes."

"You know he fights fires?"

"Yes. I know."

"Like my husband, his father. Did he tell
you that?"

"No."

"His father died in the towers, when they
fell."

"Ma," Joe broke in, "we don't have to talk
about that right now. Let's go eat!"

"You wait, young man. I want to talk to
her." She slapped his cheek and turned back to Lily. "It is hard
being a fireman's wife. You send them off to work and never know if
they will come home. It is very hard. We must be strong. Now I have
to live through that again with both my sons. I can't protect them
from that. Makes a mother feel helpless."

"I'm sorry," she said and really meant it.
The thought of Joe losing his father when he was young pinched her
heart. He hadn't told her that when she told him about her
parents.