Romance Novels About Firefighters Novels & Stories

The growing flames made the air visible. Shimmering heat rose from the parched ground as the flames approached. The ground burned with embers, coals bright like eyes staring into the souls of the men who tried to stop it. The firefighters gave up ground reluctantly to the hungry flames. ***

he says with a smile. "Yes," I respond. For some reason, the fairies have been inserting pieces of Braxius's memories into his future generations. Fucking fairies! Brixtius pulls me into his body and kisses me deeply. The kiss is like an eternity, and it is like a second. But either way, the pyroclastic cloud hits us, and there is nothing after that. The End.... For Now.

I'm so sorry. A dwarf climbs onto Lucifrone and he finds her beautiful. “Lucifron, we have a mate.” - Zog says, disapprovingly. “But she is beautiful, and we are alone.” When the woman grabs Lucifron's cock and tries to introduce it into her pussy, a huge ball of fire hits her and she flies a few meters and hits a tree, falling unconscious to the ground. The other dwarves run angrily towards the source of the blast, but they are hit by another fireball and they also end up flying with the impact.

"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?"

“That adrenaline’s got you all worked up, huh? Pretty little barista getting finger-fucked by the man who just pulled her from a burning building.” I bit my lip hard, trying not to cry out as he curled his fingers inside me, hitting that perfect spot over and over. “We shouldn’t… people are right outside…” “Let them be,” he said, adding a third finger, stretching me. His thumb found my clit and rubbed fast, filthy circles. “You’re safe now. Let me take care of you.” The chaos outside, sirens, radio chatter, people yelling orders, only made it hotter. I was trembling, legs spread wide in the back of the fire truck while this muscular firefighter fingered me roughly under the blanket.

“You good? Heard about the fire. You okay?” “Yeah, I’m fine,” I said, fidgeting with my phone. “Cat’s fine too.” “Yeah, I heard something about your… firefighter roommate?” He arched a brow, smirking like he thought he’d uncovered the hospital’s juiciest gossip. “The one people saw visiting you? He’s your new boyfriend?” I opened my mouth, closed it, then scrambled for words that didn’t sound entirely incriminating. “He’s… not my boyfriend.”

His lips stuck to mine the entire time, showing me that a part of him loved me like I loved him. The afternoon falls on our bare shoulders, while it is raining outside. The windows reflect the tree branches moving sharply. This is my first day not working, and maybe the hospital is wondering why I'm missing, but I don't care when I'm next to this man. Nothing is good enough to leave alone. He caresses my back gently, while I look at the floor and see the drops falling through the small leak in my room. “They will fire me.” I commented, knowing that I would receive a scolding from the head nurse.

A real romantic. Ding! This one was from some guy named Dylan. Before she read the chat she looked at his profile. Well hellooooo there, Mr. Firefighter. A thin line of drool formed at the corner of her mouth, an instant response to the picture before her. It was a professional picture, the guy wearing no shirt, a fireman’s hat perched at a jaunty tilt. Like a stripper’s picture in a firefighter’s role. Oh, God. I can’t date a stripper, she thought. He’d have nicer g-strings than mine.

“At home. There was a fire. Guess the gas was leaking. I was fast enough to get to the scene. Then I realized Pam knew these people.” “And who are you?” “A firefighter.” It all made sense to Pam now. Luke was a firefighter. She had never imagined a cool, calm and collected young man like him could be so dogged and brave. In a flash, they were at the hospital. Gisela could hardly talk. She looked a horrible sight. Pam looked on at her with pity. “Oh my God. Gisela, I’m so sorry.” Gisela was in severe pain and could only murmur.

I think she will end up with fifty cats and a large dog if she keeps it up. Hazel likes to read about romance, and she likes to write about it. But in real life, she and romance are far from happening. I always imagined Hazel or Missy ending up with Robbie, and yet here I am kissing him. Robbie's right. It never happened. We can't let ourselves be a couple; it would ruin everything. But damn, that was fire. We're fire. The thing about playing with fire is once it gets started, it takes water to put it out.