The Firefighter and the Girl From the Coffee Shop Page 7
"I know that I've known you for only a month and what I feel for you is stronger than anything I've ever felt for anyone and it scares me."
Alyssa pulled back from him and looked deep into his green eyes and she could see the affection and the fear along with a number of other emotions and she felt her heart suddenly quicken. He was in love with her, it was as plain as day.
She caught her lower lip between her teeth and nibbled nervously. Should she tell him how she felt? Just because he had those feelings towards her didn't mean he was ready to hear them uttered from her lips.
Before she could make up her mind either way, Evan slipped his free hand around her waist and pulled her flush against him. She gasped, and his lips came crashing down onto hers. His tongue forced entry into her mouth as stood and hoisted her up onto his hips. In one swift, powerful movement he twirled her around and lay her down onto the desk, his body covering hers.
Pulling her shirt out from her pants, he slipped a hand under and cupped her breast over the black lace bra. "Maybe I should make sure you forget that little fucker," Evan growled pulling his lips from hers and beginning a string of kisses down the length of her neck.
She moaned softly. ''Here? Now?" Not that she objected to doing it on the desk, but the fact that she only had a fifteen minute break crossed her mind momentarily. It was quickly followed by the fact she was working with Samantha and all thoughts of going over her allotted break time were forgotten. Screw Samantha.
To her dismay Evan stopped kissing the side of her neck and pulled his hand from under her shirt. Placing a hand on either side of her head, securing her body against the desk under him he caught her eyes with his hunger filled ones. "I don't want another man to even be a thought in the back of the mind of the woman I love."
"I...Um." Alyssa gulped down the lump forming in her throat, hardly able to believe her own ears. The woman he loved... Damn, she loved the sound of that coming from his lips. She touched the side of his face that was just showing the signs of a light morning shadow. "You love?"
"I love," Evan confirmed. "I realize it's quick. But it's how I feel about you.""
A soft smile touched her lips, as she looked up at him in disbelief.
"I think this is the part where you tell me you love me back," he teased before kissing her lightly on the lips.
"I love you Evan." Slipping her arms around his neck, she pulled his lips down to hers, her body on fire with desire for him, needing to feel him filling her. "Do you think the other guys would notice if I show you how much here and now?"
"Think I care if they do?" he murmured as he once more deepened the kiss.
A surge of desire rushed through her and the wetness between her legs increased. She needed him - badly. As her hands frantically undid his pants he worked equally as quick on hers, both of them anxious to feel their bodies joined as one. The thought that there were four men just a room away who could hear what was going on inside the tiny office turned her on rather than shy her away from the idea.
She was the first to finish undoing his pants and pushing them down over his hips and grasping his thick, erect cock in her hand, but she was first only by seconds. He quickly pulled her pants down to her ankles, and then urged her to bend her knees to her chest, doubling her over somewhat uncomfortably, before thrusting two fingers deep into her dripping wet pussy.
"Oh-my-God Evan!" Alyssa closed her eyes and moaned as she grasped the edge of the desk above her head.
Evan leaned over her, his lips grazing the side of her neck, moving upwards until his lips touched her earlobe as his fingered continued to pump her heated core. "I'll make love to you when we get home, but right now I'm going to fuck his hot little pussy of yours, fast and hard, until I feel you come over my cock," he whispered in her ear, his voice thick with his desire and sending a shiver down her spine.
"Tease!" Alyssa opened her eyes to catch his gaze.
He slipped his fingers from her, leaving her whimpering for him to once again fill her. She was not left waiting long. His cock replaced his fingers at the entrance of her needy cunt, pressing into her slowly.
"Evan, please. I need it. Now!" she pleaded, gripping tighter to the edge of the desk and moving against him, urging him to take her.
"I love it when you beg me like that ," without anther word he slammed into her, his cock filling her to the hilt, stretching her to her limits and driving deeper into her than he'd ever been before. She cried out, but his lips came crashing down on hers, muffling the noises coming from her.
Pulling out until his cock was just barely breaching her entrance he slammed into her a second time moving the desk a portion of an inch from the force. Her grip tightened to the edge of the desk as he pulled out of her pussy before slamming his dick into her once more. With each thrust the head of his shaft rubbed against her inner wall, bringing her closer and closer to the brink.
Pulling his lips away from hers, he once more began to work his way down the length of her neck. Turning her head to the side she gasped, both from another powerful thrust, but also because in their distraction they'd forgotten to ensure that the window blinds were closed. The blinds were open and they were perfectly visible to anyone who was inclined to look and at that moment it was Samantha who stood on the dining room pretending to clean off the tables, but in fact was watching her co-worker get fucked on a desk in the fire station.
Her immediate impulse was to stop Evan and quickly get dressed, but his lips against the tender flesh of her neck and the feel of him bringing her closer and closer to the point of no return. His momentum had increased and she was now enjoying the deviant satisfaction she was getting from knowing Samantha was watching
"Oh, God. Harder. I need it Evan!" In the back of her mind she knew she should tell Evan that they were being watched, but she didn't. Instead she bucked harder against him, moaning louder, losing herself in the sensations his massive cock was bringing forth within her.
"Shhh. Do I have to gag you woman," he chided.
"Yes!" Letting go of the edge of the desk, she wrapped her arms around his waist and held tight to him as she was overtaken by an explosive climax. Her pussy tightened around his cock, coating it with her juices and begging him to come with her.
"Yes!" he confirmed, burying his face into her hair and driving deep into her a final time and then joining her as he released deep within her heated core.
She clung to him for a moment savouring the feel of his hard body over hers.
"Alyssa?"
"Yes," she opened her eyes and looked up to see him frowning.
"I think Samantha was watching us..."
A guilty smile touched her lips.
His mouth dropped in disbelief as he slowly pulled out of her, took her hand and pulled her up from the desk and to her feet. "Was she watching the whole time? And why in the name of God didn't you tell me?" Quickly he did up his pants and helped her with hers.
"I got caught up in the moment," she offered.
He huffed and shook his head at her. "What am I going to do with you woman?"
She slipped her arms around his neck and grinned up at him. Feeling brazen she replied teasingly, "spend the rest of your life making me happy?"
With a sigh he drew her into his arms and smiled down at her. "Hmmm. Now that’s a simply irresistible offer my darling...."
When he lowered his lips to hers once more, she melted into him and was grateful that this time, it was she, Alyssa Jennings, who found the man of her dreams at the coffee shop.
The End
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Chapter 1
Portland, Maine - Day 1
Lincoln had been watching Angelique Donovan - a twenty-eight year old bail jumper - for several days now from the cover of his black 1969 Chevy Impala SS. It wasn't the most inconspicuous car to be on a stakeout in, but it was as close to a partner as he ever got. He'd been given it by his father on his eighteenth birthday - fifteen years ago - just before both of his parents died in a head on collision with a drunk driver.
He had four sisters, though he rarely saw them; life happens like that sometimes and he'd grown to accept that. They all lived in various areas of the North East, while he’d moved to Denver eight years ago and never looked back. For the most part, the car was the closest thing to family that he had and considering he spent more time in it tracking down bail jumpers, than he did in his apartment, he considered the car his home.
The dark-haired beauty was a hard worker, he'd give her that much. She pulled in long shifts every day and of the past three days he'd watched her, two of the shifts had been doubles. Regardless of how many hours she worked, she always greeted each customer with a wide, friendly smile. If he allowed himself he could have easily been pulled in by that bright smile, and the friendly gleam in her lively blue eyes.
But he wouldn't allow himself, because this time next week he'd be handing her over in handcuffs to the authorities in Denver, Colorado, where she was to stand trial on a murder charge. He had wondered countless times over the past few days how such a sweet, pretty little thing like Angelique Donovan could murder anyone. But he'd been a bounty hunter for close to ten years and one thing he'd learned in his time capturing bail jumpers was that anyone is capable of committing a crime. And in many cases it was the people you least expected that committed the worst kinds.
Lincoln sighed. "Well, show-time," he grumbled, thrusting his pistol in his shoulder holster, stuffing a pair of handcuffs in the pocket of his black leather bomber jacket and opening the car door. Not bothering to lock the car, he strutted across the parking lot of the coffee house towards the front entrance, keeping his eyes locked on Angelique.
He wondered if she'd be the type to run when she discovered who he was and why he was there. Most were, but considering it was a public place with so many co-workers around, maybe he'd get lucky and she'd go quietly, maybe even without him having to cuff her.
A guy can only dream.
He opened the front door of the coffee shop for a couple of elderly ladies to exit. They looked up at him, soft smiles touching their lips and muttered their thanks. He gave them a curt nod of his head and slipped through the open door. Of the three girls working the front cashes, Angelique was the only one busy so he waited in line for her.
"I can help you over here, Sir," one of the available hostesses told him but he gave a slight shake of his head.
"Nah thanks, I'll wait for Angelique."
He heard one of the girl mutter 'typical' under her breath followed by, 'she gets all the hot ones.' Lincoln grinned to himself at being referred to as a 'hot one' and removed the mirrored sunglasses that covered his stormy grey eyes and gave the hostess that made the hot one comment a wink. She flushed and scurried away into the back kitchen causing his grin to widen.
The customer before him took his coffee from the counter when Angelique presented him with it and left. His turn. Stepping up to the counter, with his thumbs hooked into the front pockets of his jeans he waited for Angelique to acknowledge him.
"How can I help you?" Angelique looked up, her eyes shining, her smile friendly. She chewed at her lower lip as she waited for his response, drawing his eyes to her full, glossed lips.
His cock stirred in his jeans and he growled at himself for letting his mind become distracted; even if it was just long enough to admire her subtle beauty. Shit, even the dorky visor sitting atop her head looked adorable.
Fuck and double fuck.
He cleared his throat, pushing his attraction for her to the back of his mind. He had a job to do and eyeing her like a teenager with a hard-on wasn't going to get it done. He slipped his hand into the inside pocket of his jacket and pulled out his badge. "Well, Angelique... you could help by coming quietly with me."
He locked gazes with her and waited for it - waiting for the pieces of the puzzle to fall into place for her and for her to realize she'd been tracked down and that she was going to be taken back to Denver.
That's it honey, think it over....
Lincoln held his breath, and before his eyes the realization set in. Her eyes widened, her smile faded, and she took a couple of steps back from the cash register.
Oh come on, don't make me chase you.
But she was going to run; he could see it in her eyes, as they quickly surveyed the restaurant around her. It was the look a deer got when it sensed a hunter and was about to make a run for it. She took another step back.
"I... I th-think you have the wrong person."
Lincoln stuffed the badge back into his inner pocket and then slipped his hand into his outside jacket pocket to produce the handcuffs. "Don't make this harder than it has to be, Angelique."
She sighed. Frowning, her eyes showed a look of resignation. "Alright," she muttered, "I'll go with you."
Slipping the cuffs back into his pocket, Lincoln let out a sigh of relief. He took a step back from the counter and waited for her to come around the counter and allow him to escort her from the restaurant.
Head down, she slowly made her way around the counter, until she hit the door for the kitchen. And just like that she made a run for it, dashing into the kitchen.
"Fuck!" Lincoln growled leaping over the counter and beginning what he assumed would be a short, yet annoying pursuit.
As he enter
ed the kitchen, he felt his feet slip out from under him. He reached out to steady himself on the stainless steel counter next to him, but it was too late. Within seconds he found himself on his back, lying on the greasy floor. He turned his head just in time to see her smirk at him, give a tiny wave and disappear out the back exit.
"Oh, that cocky little..." he bellowed as he pulled himself to his feet and continued his pursuit of her, bursting through the back and into the back lot of the coffee shop. His eyes did a quick scan and happened to see her race into an alley between two apartment buildings.
He broke into a full run chasing after her. He dodged cars as he crossed the busy street and ducked into the alley he'd seen her disappear into. The alley became a maze of dead ends and high fences, so he was certain as long as he followed where it led, he'd have her.
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Damn, damn, damn.
Tears blurred Angelique's eyes as she sat, hidden at the back of a stinky dumpster. How did life get this bad for her? Just six months ago she had everything, a promising career as a journalist at a prestigious newspaper, a nice home and was soon to be married to a man she loved and admired, Nathan Winters. Then, in the blink of an eye Nathan was dead and she was the one going to trial for his murder.
Her breath caught in her throat as she heard the sound of footsteps beside the dumpster. Just as the footsteps began to move away, she heard a squeak and felt something run across her exposed ankle. She yelped, and covered her mouth to try and stifle the noise, but it was too late. The owner of the footsteps started back in her direction.