Saved By The Firefighter
Chapter 111

Anders Point of View.

There is something just so effortlessly beautiful about Josie in one of my white work shirts, that hangs just above her knees, teamed with a belt, and a pair of high boots. Her blonde hair is in a ponytail that cascades down her back in natural waves. As always, she wears minimal make-up, showcasing her natural beauty. What can I say? I am the luckiest arsehole alive because my girlfriend, the woman I share my life with, looks sexy as f**k. There is just something about knowing it is my shirt she is wearing, that has just sent my pulse beating faster than a freight train, sending blood straight to my groin.

The urge to grab hold of that ponytail, tilt her head back and command her to bed is strong, so f*****g strong. I know she would instantly be onboard to some sexy playtime. Josie loves it, just as much, if not more so, than I do. But I also know she has been looking forward to having a night out with her friends, all of us together, and as always, her needs come before my desire to possess every inch of her in s****l gratification.

"I couldn't replace anything to wear so I decided to wear your shirt. Do you mind?" she asks me, flashing me the innocent, yet seductive smile, because the little feisty minx knows for certain the affect her dressed in my clothes has on me. "You know exactly what you are doing, and you are playing a dangerous game, firefighter Edwards." I groan at her.

She tilts her head to one side, a small smile on her face as her eyes trail up and down my body, resting on the bulge in my jeans.

"Really, so what are you going to do about it?" she asks, raising her eyebrows in a challenge.

f**k, does she actually want to make it out tonight? Or has she changed her mind and wants to spend the whole night f*****g for Britain?

I feel the low rumble of a husky growl in my chest as I take a step towards her, only she turns away with me, full of her sass and picks up a black clutch bag that matches the sexy black high heeled, knee-high boots, and turns to me with a wink. "Later, big boy. We don't want to be late."

"Josie Edwards, you are killing me girl." I tell her, following behind her like the whipped man I now am.

I may enjoy playing a Dom in our bedroom activities, but hell, this woman holds all of the power, and I am just her submissive, no matter what people think about how we enjoy our sexy time.

Josie giggles at me, as we head into the garage.

"If you want a drink, we can go in my car. I am happy to drive because I have work tomorrow." She offers.

"We can order a taxi if you want to have a couple of pints," I tell her.

"Tempting, but that is okay. I just want to spend time with everyone together. We used to do all sorts of stuff together, but lately that hasn't been happening, so it will be good to just have that time." Josie smiles.

I love how much she loves her friends and coworkers. She is always concerned about them, willing to help. Baking cakes, which now I have batches that she makes me take to work for the guys in my office. She just takes the time to show love, helping everyone. "Okay, well, if you are not drinking, I will show solidarity. After all, I have a busy day tomorrow as well." I support her, and then open the door to my 'mid-life crisis' car as she calls it, letting her climb inside, getting a flash of her beautiful thigh, as my shirt rides up, the perfect reward for my chivalry.

I press the button on the automatic eight-foot, black iron gates, starting the car, and driving through. Normally, I would leave them to just close themselves, and drive off, but after the s**t with those idiots I am related too, I wait, ensuring there is no chance of anyone slipping through and getting near or into the house.

Satisfied, I speed off down the small road, before joining the sea road, that runs past the beach, then up Dykelands Road, wondering if we would spot Ben and Lucy setting off. As we pass their house, I see the car is not on the driveway, so obviously they are on their way, or with Joanne and whip-me. We continue the 20-minute journey onto Chester Road, heading for the firefighter's favourite 'hang out' pub.

I pull up, swinging the car around at the top of the car-park, and pull into the top space, near the door, just so I can hear if the car alarm goes off. I get out of the car, quickly running round to let Josie out of her side, to be rewarded again by a flash of her tiny white thong she has on. Chivalry is well worth the effort, let me tell you!

I slip my hand in hers as we walk through the doors, feeling proud as I notice the men at the bars, all checking her out, and knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt she is mine.

Joanne waves to us, letting us know where they are sitting, and I see Whip-me beside her, looking at her with the same expression of pure love, joy, happiness and lust I have every time I look at Josie.

We head straight over to the table, and see Ben with his arm wrapped protectively around Lucy's shoulder, and it is to be hoped they make their pregnancy announcement tonight, because his other hand is constantly stroking her stomach, with a small, satisfied smile on his face, and that is the biggest give away.

"Hey, do you want a drink?" I ask Josie, then offer around the table to get a round in.

"Diet coke please." She turns and flashes me a beautiful smile.

"Joanne?" I ask.

"Ooo a diet coke as well please." She smiles, then takes a breath.

"With a little bit of Bacardi in it." She adds, making Whip-me throw his head back with laughter.

"I am okay thanks, Anders, I still have most of my pint." Whip-me states, holding up his pint of bitter.

"Just a pint of orange juice please." Ben smiles, obviously not drinking in support of Lucy.

"Can I have a bottle of ginger bear please," Lucy asks.

Cool, I will be right back. I smile at them. As I stand at the bar, I hear a familiar voice say hello. Turning round I see Jason, the copper who knows Josie, and who has been keeping me informed about what is going on with my i***t relatives.

"Hi Jason." I smile, resisting the urge to ask if they have found anything out, because the guy is clearly off shift.

"I have some information that you need to keep under your hat for now." He says under his breath.

I glance at him and nod.

"It seems that your brother was picked up in Cornwall, trying to break into a rehab centre. It wasn't the one your other brother is in, but he was caught. They ran his details and obviously it flagged up that we have a warrant out for his arrest, they are transporting him back." Jason whispered.

"You are joking?" I ask him in shock.

Jason simply nods.

"You will be informed officially when or if we charge him." Jason tells me, then picks up his pint and walks over to his own table, with a number of his colleagues, and sits down.

For all I feel relieved, I still have a sense of trepidation, as I know the man who helped create me will retaliate, once he feels that another son will turn on him to save his own skin. Trust me, that will happen. My family have a unique sense of self preservation. I know, I possess it too. But where they use it to avoid justice, or dish out their own idea of retribution on those who dare to stand up to them, mine is to work, build businesses, create a life outside of that family. It was my sense of self-preservation that set me free from their coercive control.

With a deep sigh, I order the drinks, waiting for the barman to place them on the small round tray, then opened a tab on my card.

I make my way back to our table, taking a seat, as Davey and Kathline arrive, both looking bright and care free, as if some one had knocked a hundred tons from their shoulders. Both laughing, Davey constantly touching Kathline, a slight brush of her hand or leg, and the same look of love and desire that both Ben, Whip-me and I have in our eyes when we look at the women in our lives.

"There is a tab open at the bar Davey, get yourselves a drink, tonight is on me." I tell him.

"Wow, cheers mate." Davey grins, then walks over to the bar to collect his drinks.

Twinkle walks in, his face downcast, as Ben looks at him then to Josie.

"Guess they are arguing again." He whispers to my girl.

"My heart breaks for him. She is just awful." Josie sighs out, shaking her head, clearly upset about her friend.

"I wish he would leave her; all she thinks about is herself. She is a selfish bitch." Joanne grits out under her breath, so as Twinkle could not hear.

I do not know much about Twinkle's situation, but from what Josie has told me, I cannot help but agree with Joanne, he should just get out of the mentally abusive relationship that woman has him trapped in.

"Hey, sorry, I am late, had an issue coming tonight." Twinkle sighed.

"You are not that late, Headache and Wayne are still to arrive." Josie smiles.

"I have opened a tab at the bar, go get yourself a drink." I tell him.

"Thanks, what a gent." Twinkle smiles at me, then heads to the bar.

I am not being a 'gent' or trying to buy their friendship. The reason I want to pay for tonight, is because each of these people means something to Josie, and her team are the ones who keep her safe, shift in, shift out. Every time she comes home to me, I am grateful to each and every one of them. It is my thank you to them, and I am well aware a few pints will never cut it.

Davey walks back to the table with his and Kathline's drink.

"Jason is on the other side with PC Plod and PC Copper." He laughs.

"Yeah, I saw him at the bar." I smile, not revealing what he had told me in confidence.

I look over and see Headache and Wayne standing, talking to the table of policemen, before heading over to us. "Hey y'all, the cops are here." Wayne says with his fake American accent.

"Tab open at the bar, get what you want." I tell the young lad.

"I am not drinking, feel a little stuffy tonight." Headache says, then sits down, taking a over dramatic sniff. "f*****g Hell Headache, it is unusual for you to be ill." Davey says sarcastically. As Josie giggles slightly.

"Twinkle is on the sofa tonight...again." He continues, clearly having a brief conversation with him at the bar. Wayne joins us with a bottle of bud in his hand and what looks like hot lemonade and passes it to Headache.

"It will help with your stuffy nose, man." The lad kindly tells him.

"So, now you are all here, I have something to tell you all." Ben smiles lovingly at Lucy.

Joanne cannot keep the grin off her face, as her son begins to speak. Lucy looks at him, her face slightly blushing as her eyes light up.

"So, as you all know, Lucy had to spend some time in hospital. That was because she was and is pregnant and had a rare but very dangerous form of morning sickness. She was severely dehydrated. With medication, it is under control. However, it may come back, and she may need hospital care again. But for now, as you can see, my beautiful girl is healthy, and we are overjoyed that we are pregnant, and I wanted you all to know from me." Ben said.

I have to admit, I think that is the most I have heard him speak at one time.

Josie moves over and hugs Lucy, then Ben, one by one, those who work with him, slap him on the back, hug Lucy, and all cheer for them.

Something hits me, like a ton of bricks, in this happy moment. These guys are a family. Yes, they take the piss out of each other, but ultimately, each of them champion the other. Family is not blood, as most people think, it is those who support and champion you. This is Josie's family, as much as her parents and grandparents, and I know that she is my family.

As I look at her, smiling happily, and chatting away, wearing my shirt, and looking gorgeous, I am certain of one thing, and one thing only. I am going to get down on bended knee, and beg this woman who I love more than life itself, to marry me. So now, I am going to go to her work-brother's, as well as her father and grandfather, and ask their permission. I am going to speak with Lucy, Joanne and even Kathline, and get their thoughts on the perfect engagement ring, and then on her first night of her next off shift days, I am going to plan the most romantic night that the girls and I can come up with and hope she says yes.