Forbidden Heat: A Prequel Page 3

  “Shit!” I groaned. I arched my back hard to satisfy the tension of the muscles and to provide some sweet relief as I came hard inside this amazing woman. She moaned loudly as she felt my fluids emptying into her and bringing the two of us together in the most intimate of ways.

  I finished my orgasm and I laid down with her, cuddling Kat close to me. I kissed her hard on the mouth and rubbed her shoulders. My part was still inside of her, but I wasn’t done yet. She hadn’t finished her orgasm quite yet. I was not going to let that happen.

  “I want to feel you come,” I said. “Do it for me baby.”

  I kissed her again and then I began to hump into her once again. My member was so sensitive that this was almost painful for me, but I had to make sure that she got off good and proper. I kissed her again, our tongues mingling together, our auras bonding and unifying, as I felt her body getting closer and closer to that point of no return. I knew she’d been close. I could feel it in the way she moved, the sounds she made, and the look in her eyes after I finished. She thought I was not going to step up and take care of her. That was not about to happen.

  “Oh… yes…fuck…” Kat moaned. She was almost there. I pumped my body harder and pushed myself inside of her tightening core. Her womanhood was twitching and vibrating around me. Yes, I knew it was almost time… she was about to come…

  “Go for it baby,” I said. “Do it for me…”

  “Yes!”

  Then it happened. Kat came. Her whole body came together with her loins. It was a multisystem event for her. I could tell that she’d needed this badly. And I was more than happy to oblige her needs.

  Afterwards as we lay together talking and cuddling, I felt totally at peace as I normally did after some amazing sex. It was like all was right with the world and there was not a thing to worry about. No stress, no strain, no commitments—it was just peace and relaxation. Why couldn’t every moment be this pure?

  I woke from the dream covered in sweat. Wow…that was the most intense dream, yet. I knew without a doubt that I had to talk to Kat. I’d swore to myself that I didn’t want a relationship at this time in my life, so I’d been content to hop in and out of bed with any woman who was interested, but I realized how hollow and empty that really was.

  And I could not get Kat out of my mind. It had been almost a month since I’d been with her. She’d contacted me twice and I’d ignored it because I was holding onto this other life that I thought I wanted. But I was wrong. She was special, amazing. There was something about her that I just couldn’t stop thinking about.

  I needed her. That night had sparked a passion inside of me that I didn’t know existed. And now, it was driving me mad to not reach out to her.

  I had to call her.

  * * *

  “You are so predictable kid,” my father said.

  “I’m not a kid dad. I’m twenty-eight years old.”

  He chuckled. “Talk to me when you’re fifty-eight and tell me how much of a kid you were now.”

  “You think you will be alive in thirty years?”

  He chuckled even harder. “I have a shot. I’m in great health.”

  “Yeah, you are thirty pounds overweight, you smoke cigars constantly, and you drink a fifth of scotch a day. Sure, you are the picture of health.”

  “I’ll still probably outlive you. I don’t understand why you spend your time fighting fires. You have a much better option. Work for me and learn the business. You could help it grow to the next level. You are very smart, kid.”

  “I know dad, but I have no interest in it. I like what I do. Drop it.”

  I’d met with my father for our weekly lunch. It was usually a good time to catch up and enjoy being with my father, but without fail he always started up his thing with me taking over the business one day and continuing the family tradition. But I just wasn’t having any of it. I got to do what I loved to do and I didn’t have to worry about money. I had the best of both worlds there. Why on earth would I ever change it?

  That was lunacy.

  “What about your relationship status? Any women you might think of settling down with one day to give me some grandkids? Maybe they will take over the business when I’m gone.”

  I laughed. “I don’t see it happening. I’m not really the marrying type. I definitely don’t see kids in my future.”

  “You sleep with enough women and kids are going to be in your future one way or the other.”

  “So far I’ve been pretty lucky. Maybe it’s part of some divine plan that I do not have kids. It just reminds me that I’m doing what I’m supposed to be doing. And I’m loving every minute of it.”

  “That’s all fine and well when you are young. But in a year and a half you are going to be thirty years old. How long do you think you can keep up this playboy act? When is it going to end? You have to grow up sometime.”

  “Why? Why do I need to totally change the way I am and how I live my life?”

  “Because that’s the way it is. You might not realize this, but in twenty years you are going to be middle aged and getting tired and lonely. It sucks being without someone.”

  “Is that why you cheated on mom so many times until she divorced your ass?”

  He looked genuinely hurt by the statement, but he always did when I brought that up. I was tired of having this argument with him. It was annoying and it never amounted to anything. This man was in no position to tell me how to live my life. I was done with it.

  “Yeah, probably,” dad said. “You could learn a lot from my mistakes. I sure did. Look, I care about you kid. I want you to do well and be happy, to make the most out of your potential. Nobody ever did that by being a fun-loving playboy. Imagine if I didn’t pay your bills every month. Where would you be then?”

  I grimaced. I hated being reminded of this fact, but my bills were so modest compared to my father’s fortune that he didn’t miss a dime of what his accountant sent to pay for my lifestyle. I had a five-million dollar house, a few nice sports cars, and a life of leisure.

  “I could sit around on my ass all day and just live the life, but I don’t. I work hard and I save lives. What I do is very important. So, you should be proud of me instead of criticizing.”

  “Son, I’m very proud of you,” dad said. “But I know you can do more with your life. I don’t want to get that phone call that said you were killed tragically in a fire that you did not have to be involved in.”

  The waiter came over then to take our order. I let my father’s words sink in a bit. I knew that it worried him that what I did was so dangerous. I knew that he cared. But he also wanted to make me into a robot copy of him, albeit a much better copy of him, but a copy of him all the same. I wasn’t having that.

  “You know, I hate to do this, but you really leave me no choice,” my dad said. “I’m giving you an ultimatum. If you are not married and with a grandchild for me within three years, then I’m giving all the money to charity when I die. It’s really that simple.”

  I stared at him to see if he was bluffing. He wasn’t.

  “Are you insane?” I asked.

  “No. But you are. At some point you have to grow up kid. You need to find something real in this life to hold onto. That’s the deal. Take it or leave it.”

  I finished lunch with my dad and I drove home. When I got there, I stripped naked and went for a dip in my pool. It felt good to go skinny in the water. I couldn’t believe what my dad had just told me.

  But I could see his side of things. As I thought about Kat, I realized that everything was actually coming together in a certain way. I knew what I had to do.

  I grabbed my phone and called Kat. This was going to be interesting…

  4

  Tyler

  I rolled over in the bed gasping for air. My lungs felt like they were going to burn to a crisp in a few seconds. Wow, that was wonderful. So much emotion, so much physical pleasure—it was beyond anything I’d ever had in my life before.

  And I was
tempted to not trust it.

  But was I being paranoid? Was I letting too many little birdies whisper strange, crazy, conspiracies in my head? Or was I just afraid. I knew I was. I was afraid of what this meant and where it might be headed. I didn’t know if I could stand to go through that again.

  I looked over at Tracy. She was smiling ear to ear, her face full of bliss and her eyes wide with dreams. I could tell she was really enjoying the time that we’d just spent. This was greater than just sex, especially for her. I could see the way she moved, the way she looked at me after, and how perfect her moans were during the act of lovemaking between us. And she was now as content as I’d ever seen her.

  “Well, done,” she said. “I don’t know if I’ve ever had that many orgasms in a row before. I think you broke something.”

  She leaned over and kissed me cutting off my laughter.

  “Well, I do aim to please,” I said.

  I’d met Tracy about six weeks before at a club downtown. I was hanging out with some friends and I was actually getting ready to leave when I noticed outside the club this beautiful girl who was sitting on the curb holding her head and just looking totally despondent. She was angry, frustrated, and just seemed to be all around mad at the world. But something about her drew me into her.

  “That son of a bitch!” the woman screamed as she stood up and started pacing. Apparently, she’d followed up on a hunch and caught her boyfriend out with another girl at this club. They were making out on the dance floor. They’d gotten in a huge fight and then he’d left. She was going to leave, but discovered her car battery was dead, so she was stuck. She was just about to order a ride when I walked past.

  I offered to give her a lift and she accepted. She was beautiful, sweet, and smart. I was smitten right from the very start. But I knew that I had to be very careful here and proceed with caution. We’d started dating fairly hot and heavy right away and we had not slowed down one bit. If anything, things were gaining steam between us. I’d explained to Tracy that I was never getting married again or having children. I’d made those things very clear to her right from the start, so if things progressed with us, there would be a ceiling to them, a stopping place with as far as they would go. I was never going to do that again.

  I’d been divorced from my ex-wife Amy for three years now. We had no children. I was so thankful of that. This meant that I never had to see her again. We had been in love at one time and after we got married, she changed. She was controlling, manipulative, backstabbing, and generally a holy terror to be around.

  I’d finally divorced her and she was out of my life. I was even able to get out of paying her alimony when I was able to prove to the judge thanks to the private investigator I hired that she was cheating on me. The look on her face in court when I produced that evidence was priceless. She immediately went nuts and started cursing me up one side and down the other. This led to her being in contempt of court.

  But after that experience, I pretty much was burned from the idea of marriage from now on. It just wasn’t going to happen.

  So, I was skeptical to allow things to progress with Tracy, but I knew that I was falling in love with her. She was amazing. I wanted to spend every waking moment with her. The first thought when I opened my eyes each morning was her and I had been falling asleep beside her every night for the past four nights. She fell asleep in my bed usually after a wonderful evening of lovemaking.

  Tracy was not like any woman I’d ever met. She was so strong, fiery, and very independent. I was thirty-four and she was twenty-four. But in so many ways she had a stronger handle on her life than I did. In addition to her day job as a well-respected psychologist in the best hospital in the city, she was an artist, a painter, and she was fantastic. But she was also very secretive. I’d tried to get really close to her, but some-how she always closed things off to me and would change the subject when I would ask her about her past.

  But she eventually did open up about her childhood. She’d never known her parents that she could remember. She had been in the foster care system from the age of three. She might have been adopted by a nice family, but she had two older siblings and most people didn’t want to adopt an eight-year old and a ten-year old with psychological problems.

  So, she’d had to grow up tough. Her older brother and sister had both become addicted to drugs and were both in prison now serving lengthy sentences. She had never been to see them. I didn’t pressure her about her relationships with them either.

  At fifteen, Tracy had run away from an abusive foster home. She’d had enough. And she’d been on her own since then. This woman had it rough, but I admired her strength and resilience. She’d bounced back from insurmountable odds. But I understood why it was often difficult to get close to her.

  Through it all, she’d risen up remarkably, working her way through school and becoming a psychologist. She was really remarkable. And she’d saved me in so many ways.

  But besides her troubled upbringing, I knew there were other things she had not told me about her past. I tried to let it go, but as my feelings for her developed more, I started to wonder what it was she might be hiding from me in her past. I didn’t want to get weird about it, but there were a couple of red flags there.

  I was afraid for myself though. This was how it had all started before.

  “Oh, pleasing me is something you always know how to do,” Tracy said before kissing me sweetly. I closed my eyes and allowed my being to fall away into the kiss. It felt wonderful, those soft, luscious, loving lips on mine. It was like I was no longer alone in the world. I had someone who really cared about me and she didn’t want anything from me other than me. That was not something I was used to in everyday life.

  “I’m gonna have to go soon,” I said. I’d woke up early that morning with a stiffness that would not go away. It needed Tracy’s special touch to be satisfied. So, I initiated the sex and then when she awakened she gave me some of the finest love I’d ever had in my entire life, if not the finest. We were so compatible. We just knew each other’s bodies and how to give each other maximum pleasure. That was all I had ever wanted to find in someone. I thought I’d found it once before. In fact, I’d been dead serious of this before. It was the reason I’d gotten married, but now it frightened me. To know that I was so attached to someone else, was really scary to me. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to continue this with Tracy. What if I ended up getting hurt again? It was a slippery slope of emotion.

  I rolled out of bed soon after, grabbed my stuff, and headed to the station. I loved being a fireman. I absolutely loved what I did and I thought I did it well. I got to save people. I was able to make a living helping people and making a difference.

  I wished that someone could have gotten there in time to help my parents…

  When I was ten years old, a fire broke out in the middle of the night. My parents were trapped. I couldn’t get to them. They were screaming at me to go. I had to get help. So, I made it out of my bedroom window and down the side of the house using the branches of a big tree close to the house, and then I ran to our neighbor’s house to call the fire department.

  But by the time they arrived, it was too late. My parents never made it out. I was alone. I was an orphan. I was raised by my maternal grandmother after that. I always wanted to be a fireman after this incident. I can’t help but feel that when I save someone, that I’m saving my parents in some way. It’s an odd thing to have going through your head, but that is the way that I’ve always felt about it.

  For a while, everything was fine. Becoming a firefighter had brought me a sense of pride and security. This was what I was meant to do. I’d finally started to heal some of those old scars.

  Until the day of that house fire in North Ridge. I’d never failed to save anyone. But that day I did. Two small boys died in the fire. Timmy and Jimmy Eckert, just eight and ten years old. I was carrying them both down the stairs when a beam overhead broke under the flames and fell on us. I barely managed to
get out of the way of taking a direct hit from it as I leapt from the top of the stairs.

  As I landed hard in the middle of the staircase, the two boys slipped from my grasp and fell into the flames towards the right side of the stairs towards the kitchen where a faulty kitchen appliance, a toaster oven, had sparked and caused the fire.

  They were surrounded by flames and smoke. I couldn’t get to them in time.

  I still had nightmares about it, though it had been eight months. I was totally broken then. I was asked to take some time off and I did, but during my isolation, I had just sunk deeper into a depression.

  But then I met Tracy. After giving her a ride that night, we got to talking and she mentioned she was a psychologist. I’d been told by my boss that I needed to start attending therapy before I could go back to work. I wasn’t sure I could. I could just imagine some judgmental phony who only pretended to care about me.

  But I could tell Tracy was different. She gave me her card. And I set up an appointment the next week to see her. She was brilliant. She helped me get my life back on track. And eventually this relationship turned romantic, even though we both tried to fight it. This was unprofessional, but it happened anyway. And I was glad it did.

  I went to work trying to clear my head that morning before I got there. I had so many thoughts going around my brain, most of them about Tracy. As if reading my mind when I arrived, Lance Dows was in the break room to greet me. He was sitting down with a breakfast sandwich a big cup of coffee.

  “Hey, man,” Lance said. “How’s it going? You give that lady of yours a good one this morning?”

  I rolled my eyes. “Lance, do you ever get your mind out of the gutter?”

  “Nope. It lives there rent free one hundred percent of the time,” he teased.