Libby's Fireman (3 page)

Dinner was full of laughter and good food.
Libby ate more pizza than any little girl Jack had ever seen. She
looked so adorable with the napkin tucked under her chin, Jack
couldn’t help but take a picture of her with his cell. He couldn’t
wait to show everyone at work the next day.
I’m acting like
she’s mine,
he realized. Now, he understood why the fathers he
knew were always bragging about and showing off their kids.

After dinner, Jack took Tara and Libby to
the playground at the park. While Libby ran from swings to slides
to merry-go-rounds, Jack and Tara sat on the bench and talked.

Jack was sorry to see the sun starting to
set. He’d really enjoyed himself with Tara and Libby. He piled
everyone in his truck and drove them home. He walked them to the
door, only to have Libby pull him inside to help her open the
doll's package as he’s promised.

When the doll was out of her packaging,
Libby took her and skipped off to her room to get ready for bed.
Jack decided that if he was going to get a goodnight kiss, he had
better take it then. He made the kiss short, but thorough, leaving
Tara with a dazed look on her face.

“Can I see you again, Tara?” Jack asked, his
voice soft. As much as he’d enjoyed the evening, he really wanted
to have some one-on-one time with Tara.

Tara nodded. “Sure. I had a really good time
tonight, Jack. And Libby adores you.”

“Do you think you can get a sitter for Libby
tomorrow night?” Jack asked.

“Libby is staying with her grandparents
tomorrow night. They’ll be here around five thirty to get her.”

Jack nodded his head. “I’ll come by about
six-thirty and pick you up.”

“Okay. That will give me time to get ready
after she leaves.”

Jack left shortly after that. He was still
grinning over his little tree-climber’s appetite and the fact he
had another date with Tara the following night.

After Libby left with her grandparents, Tara
got herself ready for her date with Jack. She put on a denim skirt
and a sleeveless white blouse, left her hair down and applied a bit
of mascara and lip-gloss.

Jack arrived right at six-thirty, ringing
the doorbell. Tara opened the door. She heard Jack suck in a breath
and smiled. “I look okay?” she asked. This was the first date she’d
been on in quite a while, so she was a little unsure.

Jack quickly rid her of her worry with the
grin on his face and the low whistle from his lips. “You look
great, Tara.”

Jack led her out to his truck. He climbed
into the driver’s seat and started the engine. “I hope you’re
hungry.”

They drove across town, pulling into a
drive-up food stand. A waitress walked out as Jack lowered his
window. He looked at Tara and waited while she placed her order,
then placed his own order and smiled over at her.

While they waited for their food to come,
Jack reached over to lace his fingers in Tara’s. They laughed and
talked, thoroughly enjoying each other’s company. When their food
came, the conversation never lessened.

Jack drove Tara home later that night. He
shut the truck off, turning to look at her. “I had a great time
tonight. We’ll have to take Libby with us next time.”

Tara was pleased that Jack wanted to see her
again and even more thrilled that he wanted to include Libby. She
was Tara’s whole world, the most important part of her life. That
this special man wanted to be part of her life and Libby’s said
just how special he was. “I had a great time too. Libby would love
the French fries there.”

Tara started to reach for the door handle
when she paused. “Would you like to come in?” She was asking for
more than a little while, but she didn’t know how to voice what she
wanted. Hopefully, Jack would pick up on her hints and take the
lead.

Jack climbed out of his side of the truck
and walked around the truck to meet Tara. He took her hand in his,
and walked with her up to her front door. Tara let them into the
house, turning on just enough light to keep them from running into
walls and furniture. She kept his hand in hers while she walked
directly to the bedroom.

“Are you sure, Tara? I’m not in any hurry.”
Jack’s voice was deeper. Tara was not the love ‘em and leave ‘em
type. Making love with her would mean something.

Tara let her hand slide from his and turned
to face him. She let her face show him how sure she was. She
stepped up to him, lifting her hand to touch his cheek. Her voice
was a breathless whisper. “I’m sure, Jack.”

Jack put his hands on Tara’s hips and pulled
her against him. He leaned down and touched his lips to hers. His
tongue swept between her lips, drawing a moan from her, and his
broad hands splayed over her lower back before sliding up to pull
her tighter against him.

Tara’s arms wound around his neck. She felt
her breasts swell and tighten as she was pressed chest to chest
with him. Her body warmed and started to tremble in
anticipation.

* * * *

Jack had felt himself start to harden at the
thought of making love with Tara. Now that he had Tara in his arms,
his cock was hard and aching. His hands moved over her back and
back down to her waist. Fisting the material in his hands, he
lifted her shirt enough to get his hands on bare skin. He groaned,
feeling her soft skin under his hands and her taste on his tongue.
He couldn’t wait to get her fully undressed to explore every curve
she had.

Tara purred softly against him.

Jack broke their kiss to lift her shirt up
and off. He stared down at her, licking his lips at the way her bra
accentuated the curves of her breasts. His eyes lifted to meet
hers. He smiled at her as his hands lifted to cup her breasts; he
let out a low chuckle when he felt the tremor move through her. His
hands massaged the firm globes, working his fingers into the top of
the cups. He tugged the satin down until he could see the rosy tips
of her nipples.

Jack saw Tara’s eyes widen when he dropped
to his knees. She started to speak until his lips wrapped around
one hard peak, and then whatever she was going to say came out as a
whimper instead. His tongue teased and tormented her nipple until
he felt her hands move to his hair to hold him there. He sucked her
nipple hard, using his teeth to graze it.

The sounds Tara was making spurred Jack on.
He moved his head to her other breast, giving that one the same
treatment as the first. While he worked her nipples, his hands
moved to the snap on her skirt. He pulled the denim apart and let
the skirt fall to the floor at her feet, then pulled back from her
breast to look at her. “So beautiful,” he whispered into the
quiet.

Jack leaned in to lay an open-mouthed kiss
on her stomach. He licked his way to her navel, dipping his tongue
inside and swirling it around. He used his teeth as he moved down
to the top edge of her panties. His fingers hooked in the silk at
her hips and started pulling them down. When he got them down to
her knees, he let go and let them pool at her feet.

Jack laid a kiss on her hip and another on
the neatly trimmed patch of hair above her pussy. He pushed her
legs further apart and dipped his head between them. His tongue
slid, slowly through the wet folds to gather the taste of her. He
growled deep in his chest and dove in for a deeper taste. His
tongue found the entrance to her pussy and pushed inside. Tara’s
hips bucked. He heard her moan as he flicked his tongue in and out
of her.

Jack abandoned her entrance to wrap his lips
around the hard bud of her clit. He sucked and nipped and licked
until he felt Tara’s legs start to shake under his hands.

“Jack! I’m going to fall. My legs won’t hold
me with you doing that!” Tara’s voice was pleading. Her nails were
leaving marks in his shoulders as she tried to hold on.

Jack surged to his feet. “I won’t let you
fall, sweetheart.” He scooped Tara up in his arms and carried her
to the bed. He laid her down on top of the comforter and resumed
his place between her legs.

Jack slid his finger inside her weeping
pussy while his mouth attacked her clit. With a shriek, Tara’s body
bowed and her hips flew up off the bed. Jack drank her orgasm down,
using his tongue and finger to prolong her pleasure.

When Tara’s body calmed, Jack slid from the
bed. He quickly shed his clothes and returned to Tara’s side. His
hands moved over her soft skin until she peeled her eyes open to
stare at him with pleasure-drunken passion.

Jack smiled at her, leaning in to give her a
soft lingering kiss. He shifted his body between her legs. Lifting
his upper body above her, he started to work his cock inside. With
every flex of his hips, he went a little deeper until he was fully
seated. They both groaned.

Jack started a slow, easy thrust with his
hips, sliding in and almost out of her. Soon the slow and easy
stroking wasn’t enough, and his pace increased. When she lifted her
legs to wrap around his hips, his control was lost. He thrust hard
and fast until he felt the walls of her pussy clamp down on
him.

Tara called his name as her second orgasm
peaked. Jack managed another couple of strokes before he let his
climax take him.

Jack’s body covered Tara’s as they panted
for air. Never before had he felt so sated afterward. This woman,
this beautiful woman under him, was the reason for that. None of
the others had been her.

When they could move, Jack helped Tara under
the blankets and wrapped his body around her. It didn’t take long
for her breaths to even out in sleep. He followed her not long
after.

Weeks went by with Jack spending every
available minute with Tara and Libby. For the first time in his
life, Jack was in love and it thrilled him to death. He felt as if
he finally had the family he’d been looking for.

“Jack! There’s a call. Little girl in a
tree. Jack, it’s Tara’s house.”

Jack ran out of the firehouse and climbed in
his truck. He turned lights and sirens on, driving as fast as he
could get there.

When he pulled in the driveway, he dove out
of the truck and ran for the backyard. He stopped dead when he saw
the scene before him. Tara was dressed in a sundress, as was Libby.
There was a table set for three with flowers and candles. He slowly
got his feet moving again and approached the table. “What’s all
this?”

Tara nodded to Libby and Libby walked up to
Jack. She took his hand and led him to one of the seats. When he
sat down, Libby stood in front of him, as serious as he’d ever seen
her. “Jack. Me and Mommy loves you.” She shot a look at Tara, then
continued. “Will you marry us and be my daddy?” She bit her lip and
shifted from foot to foot, while she waited for his answer.

Jack couldn’t catch his breath. He looked
between the two girls that he loved more than his own life and
started to smile. He slid from the chair to kneel in front of
Libby. "I would be honored to be your daddy, Libby. The truth is, I
already feel like you’re my little girl. I couldn’t love any little
girl more than I love you.” He gathered Libby in his arms, hugging
her tight to his chest.

With Libby in his arms, Jack stood and
walked to Tara. He looked down at her face and saw her eyes
swimming with tears. He smiled at her. “Thank you. Thank you for
making me part of your family.”

“Thank you, Jack, for coming into our lives
and loving us.”

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