Flames & Firehoses (Arsonist X Firefighter)

Chapter 19

"Oohhhh!" I sighed in bliss, as I awoke in the warm and comforting embrace of Henry's arms and recalled the events of the night prior.

Images of the firefighter ravaging my body and dripping candlewax onto my nipples, while he vigorously fingered my pussy and trailed soft kisses up my neck, came to mind instantly and I felt a small burst of wetness erupt within me from the thought alone! His cock had sent me over the moon in ecstacy! My pussy thanked him with copious amounts of cum, each time he switched, not only, positions; but, also, angles of penetration! I think the only reason we stopped making love last night was from sheer exhaustion!

My naked body was tangled with Henry's, the same way it had been the first time I'd slept with him. While it seemed like life was repeating the beginning of our relationship again, it had actually changed dramatically because of one word (Well, two words...)!

"He proposed to me and I said, 'Yes'!" I remembered in slight disbelief at my amazing fortune. "I'm going to be married!" I laughed to myself about how I was looking forward to it, instead of being disgusted by the notion, like I had been throughout most of my life.

"Good morning, my love!" Henry huskily murmured, as he gradually opened his eyes and stretched his arms by coursing them down my body.

"Mmm!" I smiled, when his palms brushed over the sides of my breasts; then, continued on to my waist and hips, seductively rousing my limbs into desiring more. "Yes, please!" I grinned, grinding my hips against his.

"Your sex drive is about as unbridled as your pyromania!" Henry chuckled with a grin of his own. "I'm happy to hear you say, 'Yes!' again, though! How do you feel about becoming a part of the Connors clan? You'll be Mike's sister-in-law!" he laughed.

"Can I even get married under my real name?!" I voiced the dreadful thought that I was still, technically, on the run, as always.

"Uh...about that..." Henry cringed a little; but, also, appeared to be suppressing a smile. "I took care of that already," he confessed; then, coughed into his hand, buying himself time to gauge my reaction.

"How?" I asked skeptically, coldly keeping the horrifying speculations that had entered my mind to myself.

"I...uh...Danny," my fiance dropped the name I was fearing to hear. "Danny fixed whatever traces of you were tied to his case, concerning your boss. I...uh...told him about...us."

Us. The word I had finally used the way that Henry wanted me to yesterday, now, felt like it was being thrown back at my face in the form of my own insecurities, come to life!

"What did you tell him?! When?!!" I erupted and wiggled out of the, suddenly, suffocating grasp of Henry.

"Uh...Well, it's kind of funny how it all started!" the firefighter let me go and chuckled nervously. "Remember the day you...uh...came over and frantically asked me to invite Danny out to the bar?" he asked and waited for me to respond, before continuing his story.

"Yeahh!!" I roared and nodded vehemently.

"Well, um, I told him what you wanted me to and... Then, we got drunker and started talking about you, in general, and..." Henry tripped over each phrase of his confession, as he tried to elaborate how he'd gotten to the final product of his discussion with the D.E.A agent, while I glared at him in rage. "Danny was sulking about how you just disappeared and he was trying to figure out if it was on purpose or something bad happened to you."