My Fireman's Secret Baby

There are so many reasons to worry. I try to put them out of my head, though, as Kyst walks into the kitchen. I put on my polite smile.

“Good morning. Ready for breakfast?” he asks.

“Yes. Can I help you with anything?” I ask.

“No,, I'll cook it up quickly,” he says with a smile.

I remain sitting there at the table, watching as Kyst prepares everything. The smell of bacon soon fills the kitchen, and I feel my stomach growl. Once everything is cooked, Kyst and I sit across the table from each other.

“Everything looks and smells great,” I compliment him. He smiles as we both fill our plates with food. I'm actually enjoying this morning.

“How are the dogs doing?” Kyst asks.

Our conversation is interrupted by a loud knocking on the front door. We both look at each other, then at the door.

“Odd. I'm not expecting anyone,” Kyst says. He gets up from the table, and I follow him.

We answer the door together, and my mouth hangs open in shock and fear when Grayson stands there. He pushes past Kyst and walks right up to me.

My ex glares at me. “I know you set that fire deliberately. Pack your bags you're leaving with me now,” he orders angrily.

Kyst looks at the both of us confused before narrowing his eyes at Grayson.

I'm speechless for a few seconds. I quickly recover myself, though. “What are you talking about, Grayson? That is where I lived and worked! I would never intentionally set fire to my house! I have no reason to!” I argue back as I try to defend myself against these accusations.

Grayson takes a step towards me and leans into my face. He's obviously trying to intimidate me like he used to when we were together. I move backward, and he glares at me.

“Yes, you did. Admit it. You set the fire to get my attention because you want me, and you need me,” Grayson snaps. My mouth is open again. I can't believe the audacity of him. “Grab your things. We are leaving now.”

“I'm not going anywhere with you!” I try and argue.

“Yes, you are. You belong to me. You know that, and I know that. So you should be with me and not shacked up here with some stranger!” Grayson yells angrily. I see he still has his temper.

I start to get emotional again. Then, to my surprise, Kyst steps in front of me. He bumps Grayson backward away from me. “You don't get to talk to her that way,” Kyst says.

My eyes are wide. I didn't know Kyst could get angry.

“You mind your own business. You don't know anything about this!” Grayson argues.

Kyst crosses his arms. “In fact, I do. I know for a fact that the fire report says the fire was from bad wiring in the vet clinic. So, therefore, it was an accident. There was no way Mylah could have started that fire, and no way did she do any of this to get your attention,” he explains, coming to my defense.

Grayson is stubborn and won't back down. Instead, he tries to intimidate Kyst by staring him down.

Kyst shakes his head. “That won't work on me. In fact, I think it's better for you if you just leave Mylah alone from now on.” His voice is deadly calm.

Grayson turns red with anger. He raises his fist to hit Kyst, but Kyst grabs him by the arm and spins him around. He pushes him towards the door, opens it, and shoves him outside.

“I don't ever want to see you here again. And don't even think about bothering Mylah anymore because if you do, you'll have to deal with me!” the fireman warns.

Grayson stomps angrily to his car. Finally, he gets and speeds away, a cloud of dirt from the driveway flying behind him.

Kyst closes the door and turns to look at me. “I'm sorry about all that,” he apologizes. I stare wide-eyed at him. “I hope I didn't frighten you, but I couldn't let him get away with treating you like that.”

We stand there for a few minutes. I'm overwhelmed. I have never had anyone stick up for me like that. It is kind of thrilling—big, strong Kyst protecting me and coming to my rescue. But then, his emotions fade, and I see him smile in that reassuring way of his. It's so gorgeous it makes me weak.

Before I know it, I’m on my knees in front of him. His face is filled with surprise as I pull down his pants and underwear, taking his cock in my hand. After a couple of quick strokes, his dick gets hard. I play with the tip, tracing it over my lips like I'm putting on lipstick. This turns us both on.

Slowly I fit his cock in my mouth inch by inch. I hear Kyst moan as I slide his cock in and out. I take all of him, letting him hit the back of my throat. I feel so full of him, and it’s terrific. He starts moving his hips, increasing the feeling. He goes deeper and deeper in. I suck all of him. My mouth sliding easily around his thick shaft. My tongue twirling over his tip. It's not enough.