New GFY THE FIRE UNDERNEATH by S.C. Wynne

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I guess I have a little thing for firemen since this is my second story about firemen. They’re both GFY also. I know some people don’t like the GFY type of story, but I find them entertaining.

What do you suppose it is that makes us fond of the GFY storyline? Is it because we love the idea of temptation? Is it giving into our hidden desires is titillating to us humans?

Why do you enjoy GFY stories? Go ahead and leave a comment below if you would be interested in a free copy. I’ll pick one of you little rascals so you can indulge your GFY fetish. 🙂

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Firefighter Joe Allegretti has some flames that need putting out the minute he meets sexy fellow firefighter, Dallas Williams. But the heat he’s feeling has nothing to do with the burning buildings nearby.

Not counting one curious kiss with another guy in college, Joe has always dated women. But as soon as Dallas appears Joe can’t seem to ignore the scorching fire underneath that rages for the other man. But Joe struggles with what others might think of him if he dates Dallas openly, and Dallas isn’t interested in hiding what he feels for Joe. Joe’s a brave man, but is he brave enough to fight for what he wants?

 

EXCERPT:

The first time I saw Dallas, he appeared like an archangel from the burning church. Or at least, what I always imagined an archangel might look like. Tall and imposing, he strode confidently through the black smoke swirling around him like a heated tornado, and he carried Father Bronte over his shoulder like he was a feather pillow. I grabbed the padre and helped lower him onto a nearby stretcher.

“Is everyone out?” Father asked weakly. Then he fell into a coughing fit that would have made a pneumonia victim sound healthy.

“You don’t need to worry about nobody but you at the moment,” I muttered, shaking my head, and holding him down gently as he tried to sit up. “We’re in charge of saving souls right now.”

The EMTs approached, nudging me out of the way, and descended upon Father Bronte with needles and oxygen masks. Dallas and I moved back so we didn’t get stuck by mistake with one of the syringes.

Two guys from my truck ran into the building to take our places, and I pulled off my mask while Dallas did the same. His smile was white against his tanned face, and his blue eyes were rimmed by long, black lashes. I wasn’t the kind of guy who usually noticed things like that, so I was embarrassed when I did.

“Thanks for the assist,” he said, checking the back of my helmet. “Allegretti, is it?”

“No problemo.” I stuck out my hand. “Yep, name’s, Joe Allegretti. Fourth generation firefighter.”

He hesitated and pulled off his soot covered gloves. Then he grabbed my hand in his strong grasp. The warmth of his flesh against mine did weird things to my knees. What the fuck is wrong with me?

“I’m Dallas.”

“You a probie?” I asked. It was an innocent question, but he looked like I’d accused him of running off with my Aunt Marie’s silverware.

“Is that some kind of a joke?” His bright gaze that had seemed so warm and friendly earlier now looked rather hostile.

I laughed. “I only ask because I haven’t seen you around before.”

“Well, I’ve never seen you around before either, but that doesn’t mean I’d call you ugly and kick your dog.”

I wiped my face with the back of my sleeve and grimaced. “Let’s start over. I’m Joe, and you are?”

He grinned, and oh, Jesus, it was pretty too. “Dallas Williams. Not a probie.”

“You should just introduce yourself that way from now on. It’ll save a lot of trouble.”

“I might have to do that. You’re the third guy today who asked me that same question.” He glanced over his shoulder toward Father Bronte. The older man seemed to be doing better now, and his cheeks had some pink in them. “I’m no probie, but I’m new to this part of town.”

“You with 55?”

“I am now.”

It was obvious the fire was winding down since the smoke had stopped billowing from the steeple, and most of the crews were pulling in the hoses. Dallas scanned my face and his eyes stopped on my mouth. That strange fact sent a little shiver of something through me. Not an unpleasant shiver either.

“You’re Engine 480?” he asked.

I nodded. “Best damn house in the city.”

One of my guys high fived me on the way past. “Hellz yeah.” He continued on his merry way without another word after his show of solidarity.

Dallas held back a smile, but I could see amusement in his pretty eyes. “That’s going to come as a huge surprise to the boys at my house.”

“Pfft. You boys at 55 like to dream big.”

“That’s because everything about house 55 is big.” He wiggled his brows and I flushed.

“It’s weird I’ve never seen you around before.” I moved toward my truck as I spoke, and he followed like he didn’t want to stop talking with me.

“Not really. I was at a small house in upper Buffalo. I kind of miss the small town thing, but I was looking for a little more action, so I transferred to 55.”

“This city will keep you plenty busy. We got lots of pyros and lousy drivers. Never a dull moment around here.” I slammed shut one of the locker compartment doors on the engine. “It was nice to meet you, Dallas.”

“Today’s my birthday, so I guess God was smiling on me.” A lock of blond hair fell onto his forehead as he spoke, like a supermodel photo shoot arranged from heaven above.

My stomach warmed and I wrestled with the perplexing attraction I was feeling for this guy. I wasn’t into dudes. Never had been, really. Okay, I’d kissed a guy once in college when we were both drunk off our asses and curious. But since then I’d only been with women.

“Why you working on your birthday? Shouldn’t you be in a hot tub somewhere with a bottle of bubbly and a redhead?”

He ran his gaze over my auburn hair and he smirked. “The night is young.”

Oh, fuck. Was he coming on to me? The fact that I wasn’t immediately repulsed actually worried me.

I laughed and jumped a little when the Captain leaned on the horn of the engine.

“We got another call, Allegretti,” he yelled at me. “Stop flirting and get in the truck.”

I felt like it was my face that was on fire now, instead of the church. “I guess I’ll see you around.” I waved and headed for my company.

“If you feel like wishing me a proper happy birthday I’ll be at Soronto’s around eleven tonight.” Dallas wasn’t shy, that was for certain. “Ask your mom if she’ll let you come out and play with me.”

I shook my head and climbed into the truck, ignoring the curious glances of my fellow firemen.

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FLASH FICTION HOLIDAY BLOG HOP!

L.C. Chase, Thorny Sterling and Kris T. Bethke came up with a little flash fiction blog hop idea and it sounded like lcholidaybloghopfun so I signed on. I can’t wait to see what all the other authors come up with!

My story is called Christmas Lessons and it’s inspired by this photo that L.C., Thorny and Kris found:

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Blog Hop!

Here’s my free story! Enjoy. 🙂

Christmas Lessons

 

I probably should have stopped after the third egg nog and rum. But I was pissed off at Trace. The tinsel on the tree moved lazily from the chill seeping in through the windows, and the little red and blue lights blinked on and off between the green branches. Christmas Eve. Wasn’t this the time of year you’re supposed to be snuggled up on the couch with your significant other? Maybe tearing each other’s reindeer sweaters off in a fit of unbridled passion? Instead here I sat, alone. Sadly guzzling my holiday beverage from a snowflake glass.

Everybody had warned me not to get involved with Trace. Brad, he’s immature.  He’s incapable of falling in love. God, what a fucking sap I’d been. But when I thought about his husky laugh, or the way he wrapped his arms around me, resting his chin on my shoulder when we waited in line at the movie theatre my stomach fluttered like a teenager on a prom date.

I checked the time on my cell. Midnight. Awesome. Should I just call him and tell him never mind? Would I feel better about myself if I took a stand? Maybe a text would be better. That way he couldn’t talk me into anything. He had a way of doing that to me. Come on, Brad, don’t go to your family’s house this year for Christmas. Stay home with me. It’ll be amazing. You don’t want to leave me all alone, do you?

“No, Trace. Of course I wouldn’t leave you all alone on Christmas Eve. Only a heartless prick would do that to someone,” I shouted at the fireplace, and a log fell, sending sparks up into the chimney. “You need to fucking grow a pair and end it with him,” I mumbled to myself, dropping my hands to my lap feeling drained. The little pair of ceramic pug dogs on the hearth watched me with a pained expression. Jesus, even the statues had a date for the evening.

The doorbell rang and my stomach jumped. I sat there for a few seconds and the buzzer sounded again several times. Rising slowly I went to the door feeling numb. He stood on the porch looking gorgeous. Did he have to look so innocent? His black hair was ruffled from the cold wind and he was flushed, his eyes glittering in the light from the foyer.

“Now, I know you’re mad, but hear me out.” He started speaking the minute the door opened.

I stared at him trying to summons something other than the lust that radiated through me at the sight of him. God, he smelled so God damned good: cinnamon, vanilla. Whatever the mixture of fragrance was it made him smell like a delicious man cookie.

“You’re late.” I hated that I sounded like an angry fish wife. I’d hoped to come across calm, assured, unaffected by whatever this was I was ending with him. Was it a relationship? Were we just fuck buddies? I didn’t know anymore.

He shivered. “Can I come in?”

“I think you should go home.”

His perfect brows rose. “Are you kidding me? I just braved a snowstorm to be here with you.”

I waved my hand at him. “Don’t do that. Don’t start acting like I’m in the wrong here. You were supposed to be here at eight. The Moroccan chicken was delicious by the way. Yours is in the garbage disposal unfortunately.”

He dropped his head and sighed. “Brad, please let me in so I can explain what took so long.” He allowed a small, sexy smile and my gut tumbled. “I’m freezing my ass off out here.”

Well, we wouldn’t want that.

I exhaled impatiently and stepped aside. “Make it quick.” I held my breath as he walked by so I wouldn’t be seduced by his enticing scent. “But I have to tell you unless you were busy brokering world peace don’t get too comfy because you’re going home in a minute.”

He stood in front of the tree, and peeled off his jacket, supremely confident I wouldn’t be able to follow through on my threat of throwing him out. Couldn’t blame him really. I too was unsure if I had it in me. He was wearing a horrendous red and white blinking Santa Claus sweater and he watched me expectantly. It was so awful I was unable to hold back the laugh the erupted from me.

“What the hell is that?” I pointed toward his glowing shirt.

“This is me doing something for you for a change.” His smile faltered when I frowned.

“I’m not following.” He started to approach me and I took a step back. “I can hear you from there.”

“Aww, come on, Brad.” His pretty mouth turned down and my heart knocked against my ribs. How was it I felt like the bad guy for disappointing him?

“A corny sweater doesn’t make it all better.”

He grimaced. ‘No, I know that. I’m late because I drove to Buffalo to pick up something for you.”

I widened my eyes. “That’s a two hour drive each way.”

“Tell me about it. I made really good time. I did round trip in three and a half and during a blizzard too.” He puffed his chest out.

“I think you may have a brain freeze of epic proportions.”

“Brad, come on.” He ignored my go away motions and he pulled me in for a hug.

“You’re such an inconsiderate jerk,” I grumbled all the while melting into him as his hard thighs pressed against me, his lips finding mine. His kiss was warm, and gentle. I wanted to push him away but I didn’t.

Just one last kiss and then I’ll send him packing.

He lifted his head and studied my face. I could feel his heart pumping in his chest, like he was nervous. Trace was never nervous. “I know you didn’t go home for Christmas because I asked you to stay in town with me.” His voice was soft.

I nodded and buried my face into his throat, inhaling the spicy scent of him feeling sick at the idea this might be the last time. I was hurt he’d left me sitting here all night alone and I knew I couldn’t let him treat me like this. No matter how much I wanted to ignore his behavior tonight, I deserved better.

“You know Trace, I’m not in my twenties.” I pulled back and met his curious gaze.

He frowned. “Neither of us are.”

“Right.” I cleared my throat and took a step back, crossing my arms across my chest defensively. “You know the holidays mean a lot to me and I stupidly blew off my family to be here with you.”

“I know.”

“Then where the fuck were you?” My composure slipped.

He swallowed hard and he held out his hands. “You’re probably going to think I had a stroke or something, but early this morning I started thinking about how much you love the holidays.”

“So you decided to let me spend Christmas Eve alone?”

He winced. “Shit. No.” He glanced down at his silly sweater. “You told me your family always wears horrible holiday sweaters, right?”

I nodded and squinted at him.

“My epiphany hit me so late this morning I didn’t have much time to pull anything together.” He put his hands on either side of my shoulders. “Wait here.”

Turning before I could stop him, he disappeared out the front door. I stood there listening to the clock ticking and the fire popping wondering what the hell he was up to.

He came in carrying a bunch of packages which he dumped on the table. Breathing hard he turned to me grinning. “I got all the stuff you and your family usually have on Christmas day.”

I frowned and approached the table. “You did what?”

He stood with his hands on his hips. “I bought the Camellia smoked ham you guys always have, and I got those French onion ring things to go on top of that green bean casserole dealie you love.”

I stood with my mouth hanging open and he laughed nervously.

“That’s why I went to Buffalo. I called every place locally and nobody had the ham you and your family always have. So I drove up to Buffalo to this little Polish deli that had two hams left.”

I plopped down on one of the dining room chairs and stared at him and then at the bags. “You drove two hours each way to get me a ham?”

“Merry Christmas?” he said uncertainly holding his hands out in a sweeping gesture. When I didn’t say anything he hugged his body and sighed. “I thought you’d be happy.”

“I’m in shock.” He’d paid that close of attention to me when I’d talked about my family holidays?

He knelt before me and took my hands. His dark lashes rested on his smooth cheeks and he spoke quietly. “It occurred to me when I asked you to stay here with me for the holidays that I was in real trouble.” He glanced up with a semi-guarded expression.

“God, how I wish you would speak English right now,” I muttered frowning.

He exhaled sharply. “I feel like I’m being so obvious.”

“And yet I’m confused.”

“I’m trying to say I don’t do holidays. Holidays are how I dump guys. Nothing says I don’t want anything serious with you like avoiding someone you’re fucking on Christmas. It’s not like I have a family that I’m visiting, right? I just choose not to spend the holiday with them and they usually get the message.”

My heart tightened in my chest. He was being amazingly open with me right now, it sort of made me feel unbalanced, but happy. I thought back to sitting here alone tonight and how ready I’d been to be dumped. “I assumed that was why you weren’t showing up all evening.”

A line appeared between his brows. “That’s what I’m saying. Something’s wrong with me.” He really did look concerned.

“Hmm. So you got me a ham for Christmas.” I laughed.

“And green beans, wine, potatoes.” He squinted and then snapped his fingers. “Oh, and that cabernet you like so much.”

I pulled him to me and trapped him between my thighs planting my mouth on his. He gave a tiny groan and pushed his tongue between my lips, deepening the kiss. When I finally lifted my head I was breathless and we held each other tight, as if we were at the top of a roller coaster about to plummet.

“This is a turning point for us.” I spoke slowly waiting for his response.

“Yes.” I heard him swallow next to my ear. “The whole drive to Buffalo I was excited. I couldn’t wait to surprise you.”

I pulled back and fiddled with Santa’s button eyes on his sweater. “You should have called.”

He studied my face. “Yeah. When I saw how pissed off you were it occurred to me.”

I laughed feeling amazingly light hearted all at once. “I get to have a real Christmas dinner with you?”

He grinned and then his frown returned. “God, you do realize I don’t know how to cook at all, right?”

I smirked. “Not surprised.”

“I mean I literally burn water. I stink at it big time.” He stood and riffled through the bags.

“I know how to cook. I usually help my mom do the entire meal.” I squinted at him searching the bags. “What are you looking for?”

“Found it.” He pulled an apron out and held it up. It was lime green, with a big black buckle and legs painted on the front with elf shoes. “I bought a Christmas apron.”

I chuckled. “You expect me to wear that thing?”

He winked and pulled me in close kissing me gently. Then when the kiss ended he added. “The apron is for me. You’ll be cooking naked I hope.”

“What?” I asked, laughing. “You expect me to cook Christmas dinner au natural?”

He wiggled his brows. “Well, I should get what I want for Christmas too.”

I looked at the clock on the bookcase behind his head. “You know technically it’s Christmas day, right?”

“Yep.”

“How about you put your apron on and I give you an early present?” I grinned and led him toward the bedroom.

“You’re getting me all turned on you’re so assertive tonight.”

“I did have three eggnogs and rum while I was waiting for you.” I slipped the neck of the elf apron over his head, and tied the straps behind his back.

“Was that before or after you dumped my helping of Moroccan chicken down the drain?’

I sighed. “I was lying. I put your plate in the oven so it would stay warm.”

His mouth softened. “I knew you wouldn’t let me starve.”

I leaned my forehead against his. “I can’t believe you remembered all that stuff I said about Christmas dinners at home.”

“It was a surprise to me too.” He grinned winding his arms around my waist. “So we’re good right?”

“God, as insane as it seems we’re really good.”

“Okay, well then let’s get our elf on.” He tugged me.

“Technically, I’m about to get my elf off,” I said, and we stumbled into the bedroom laughing.

If you like this story there are plenty of full stories for sale on S.C. Wynne’s website!

Merry Christmas!

S.C. Wynne