Firefighter Romance Books Novels & Stories

Enola, was almost wet, she imagined being held in the sexy arms of her lover, she already felt his hands moving round her body like the crawling movement of a snail, the feeling and expression left her tumbling on her bed like someone that has restless itches on the body. The closeness of Bruno and Enola became so obvious and oppressing. He hardly make out time to be with his peers unlike before. No one questioned him, they knew that whatever that is hot would still get cold sometime. Talking with Enola on the phone became very distracting and disturbing, they talked on the phone quite very often and they end up fantasizing everything. There was one night, Bruno could not sleep because of th

she said, leaning close so he could hear her over the roar of the crowd and the fire, “if that look on your face means you want to watch it burn, or rush in and put it out.” He shook his head and looked down into her eyes. “Neither. Just looking, that’s all.” “Uh-huh. Neither? I bet it’s more like both. I read somewhere that more than half of all firefighters started out as budding arsonists in their childhood.” He pursed his lips. “Is that a fact?” “That’s what they say,” she offered nonchalantly. “Is it true?” “I don’t know,” he said. “It’s your fact.”

I had spent the past few days buried in case files, my fingers stained with highlighter marks as I sifted through endless reports. At first, the details felt like noise—just a collection of random fires scattered around the city. But the more I looked, the more I started to see a pattern. The first fire had been at a small business owned by an elderly couple. The second one, a local community center. Each incident seemed isolated at first, but I realized there was more to this than I had thought.

I knock on the door of Faith’s bedroom. Seconds pass and no answer comes. I push the door open and walk in. The room is brightly lit. Faith is sitting up in bed with a romance book in her hand. There's a picture of a shirtless guy with tattoos on the cover. His long hair is blond and his shorts leave nothing to the imagination. “Since when did you start to read such books? Did Allison give this to you?” Finally, she looks up at me. She doesn't say a word, but we are making progress.

"Usually, I fuck. Hard. No bullshit. No romantic kissing crap. I like to grab a woman, spread her legs, thrust deep, and hear her scream while she cums on my cock." Clara felt her clit pulse hard, a hot jet of lubrication dripping down her slit and soaking her lace panties. Her nipples ached from how hard they were. "That's good..." she murmured, uncrossing her legs again, opening a bit more so he could see the dark fabric of the panties clinging to her slick lips. "Because in my book, the firefighter fucks the writer until she forgets her own name. He shoves that thick cock in her pussy, then her ass, uses her like a slut until she can't walk. Want to help me write that scene? For real?"

I tell him before ducking outside and sparking up a smoke as I lean on my polished bike. My thoughts wander to the woman who called herself Flames last night. She'd had my attention as soon as her wide green eyes had met mine, her full lips curled in an amused smile as she casually dealt with Tanya. When she walked into the bar, I'd stood back and observed as everyone tracked the fiery red heads movements through the room. Whether she meant to or not, she managed to get the attention of everyone in there and I'm sure caused a few to suffer from their eyes wandering off of their ol' ladies. When she has walked away from me outside, my c**k had jumped in my trousers as I watched her round hips

“You’re playing with fire, baby.” I laugh, low and throaty, and lean back just enough to watch his face. His eyes are blown dark, pupils swallowing the green, his lips parted like he’s already tasting me. The sight of him like this, undone, desperate. It makes my pussy clench around nothing. I want to ruin him. “Maybe I like the burn,” I murmur, dragging my nails down his chest. His abs jump under my touch, the muscles twitching as I trace the hem of his shirt, then slip my fingers beneath.

After a tense silence, Thomas finally sounded utterly defeated. “That’s enough! Stop! The rescue team is already on the way! “Just… go around, don’t come this way.” I exhaled sharply and yanked the wheel, turning the car around. I had gambled right. However, moments of relief were immediately replaced by a wave of heat even stronger than before. Smoke burned in my lungs, and all I could hear was the relentless crackling of the fire. I fought to control the car, spinning through flames and smoke, gripping the wheel with every ounce of strength.

Paige Colin’s words scared me. I felt like he was planning to run from me, much like I’ve been doing to him. I was sure that he would leave my room and go back to his girls in Aurora Flame. I heard stories about Aurora Flame girls. The Alpha gets his pick of them. Most of those stories were probably about his father, Charles. Colin tosses me on my bed and climbs in to wrap his arms around my waist, pulling me closer. His touch sends shockwaves through my skin. What the hell is wrong with me? My body craves his. Why am I keeping myself at arm's length? I know Colin isn’t Cory. Cory’s touch didn’t even turn me on, which is why we did nothing more than fool around. Colin only has to look at me

“Great. Are you okay, Ruin? You seem a bit... off.” “Just cold from being outside,” I lie, rubbing my hands together. “Nothing a little fire can’t fix.” I busy myself with the firewood, trying to appear normal, but my mind is elsewhere. What are we dealing with here? What danger is lurking just out of sight? I glance over at Chloe Jane, watching her read her Braille book by the fire. She looks so peaceful, so unaware of the storm that’s brewing. I have to protect her, no matter what. That much is clear.