This book is a work of fiction. All characters and events are imaginary and any resemblance to actual people, alive or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters are over the age of 18.

Bred by the Fireman Next Door: A Breeding Bunny Bad Girl Short

CHAPTER ONE

I shouldn’t have agreed to this diet. Not with my urges raging out of control.

I’m on day three of my ovulation, and my body is CRAVING something hot, reckless, and male. Especially when I’m around hunky firefighter Liam Burke—the new neighbor. He drives me wild. Makes me crazy. Causes my heat-frenzied hips to spike instead of plateau.

But my boyfriend is out of town for the week, visiting friends at Disney. The poor nut is a grad student studying to be an economics professor. Which means I’m left alone, the only object between my sexual needs and the alpha next door.

It was supposed to be a simple arrangement: eat right, exercise a little, submissive girlfriend play. But when my heat arrives, my good intentions go out the window. Impulsiveness creeps in. I forget about principles and just run out, looking to get bred.

How did I end up on my knees in the backyard, sunbathing and rocking my bloody ass in the pool, while my pink motherfucking thong bites into my juicy ass cheeks?

How did my mother’s fiancé’s son get home in the middle of this madness? I know how… it’s because I’m an impulsive breeding slut. It can’t be helped. I’m a slave to my own ovarian whims.

When the surges hit—the days of the “Estrous”—my brain turns to mush and my body screams for cock. Specifically, reckless cock. Jenna, the Breeding Slut.

Any hot guy could set you off, but it just had to be the one with the biggest, juiciest alpha steak of all time—a fireman. Jenna, you’re a bad girl.

I’m already on my knees in the grass, sweat on my forehead, thighs spreading to show off my baby basket to the new neighbor next door. I’ve got my fingers on my clit, more than ready to climax for his visual pleasure when I hear a door bang.

My head snaps up.

Liam Burke stands in the backyard, buck naked after a workout, his towel around his waist. The rest of him is a living, breathing, alpha erection with a mature face and bearded jawline. His blue eyes rake up and down my body, and a telltale smirk on his mouth tells me that maybe he’s thinking naughty thoughts, too. Because Liam is definitely not gay. And Jenna, the Breeding Slut, gets off on the idea that she could be his conduit to fatherhood.

On my knees. Scratching my seven-year-old itch with a fiery red nail. Pink thong jammed up my buttcrack, sunbathing on my back with my ass in the air like a madwoman. How did we get here again?

“Oh, fuck,” I pant, my fingers moving between my legs, “right there. Just like that.”

Heat. God damn, I’m hot. I’m so sweaty being turned on I need to get off so bad, but all I can think about is Mr. Fireman and his snake.

My nipples are barely covered by the hot pink bikini top, and my pale, titillating stomach rolls in the sun. Breeding pheromones pour out of me as I whine and moan, frivolously sunbathing while the alpha of the neighborhood finally appears.

Breed me, Daddy.

It’s the third goddamn day of ovulation. I can’t do this six more times. My non-breeding partner is in Disneyland. This diet was a mistake. I need hard cock and testosterone. I need to be filled to the brim with hot sperm by a big, strong, bad boy fireman. I want to soak his hose with babies and drop twins for the hunky hero next door, my butt and belly bloated with new life.

Jenna, you’re a no-good, breeding slut. But before I can cry out a warning, my fingers accidentally hit the jackpot and my pussy explodes like a Roman Candle in the night. My big tits shake and bounce under the pink bikini, and my toes scrunch in the grass as the waves pass through me. I’m panting, trembling, stealing pleasure from the neighbor as his cock jerks in his towel.

Liam’s breathing changes. He starts jacking off through the towel. His Adam’s apple slams up and down as he breathes through his mouth. I toss my red hair on my stomach in the sun, looking like mating bait, fat and happy and beachy, thighs spreading wide, my belly jiggling under my top.

Bigger than most girls, I love showing off my plump skin, reveling in the provocative reflection of sunlight off poolwater.

Next door, Mr. Fireman flexes his jaw and pulls his towel tighter, his cock swelling under it.

“You are one bad, breeding slut, Jenna,” I whisper. You have a boyfriend.

Another, different kind of climax builds as I watch the fireman, hot alpha of the neighborhood, caress his dick in my general direction through a clean towel. The neighbors didn’t even cut their grass, out of respect for the stud. I can’t help but fucking grin.

As the head of his cock pulses through the fabric, I slide my pink thong aside. Fans wave the smell of hot breeding spring around me.

His hand moves under the towel, up and down. Faster.

“Let’s get this over with, big boy,” I whisper, glancing down at my smoothly shaved, pink mound, focused on his cock swelling under the towel. “Finish it for Mommy.”

His hand stills. His eyes narrow.

“Oops.” No, Jenna, you’re a bad girl.

He pulls the towel away, stroking his cock in the open air. It grows to a foot long, smooth, and tangled in blonde hair. He sticks out his tongue and laughs at me as I moan, climaxing hands-free. Noah can eat his heart out. My cunt pulses with need for a real man, pussy drooling, stuck in the diet from hell as I fuck myself to the sound of Liam’s groans of pleasure.

“Mr. Burke, baby…” I pant, my clit trembling, my pussy lips swollen.

Thank god the neighbors are all away for the weekend, off attending county hot dog eating contests and family reunions.

Liam makes hot dog jokes as his balls shift and testicles pulse with anticipation of unloading a cannon of baby batter into my creamy snatch.

Oh God, I’m cumming again…all over my fingers. I let out a cry and close my eyes, making happy noises. Jenna, you’re a bad, bad girl.

I’m a hot, ready-to-breed cow, and the fireman on home visit is going to flood my insides with spawn as I dream about his cock.

My pussy is plum-shaped and drooling as I fantasize about him crawling over the fence, flashing me a bearded grin and saying, “Think you can handle Daddy’s hose? Scream my name, baby girl. Daddy wants to hear you scream.”

Oh God.

A trickle of creamy juice leaks out as I shiver with pleasure, starkly aware that the alpha fireman, the best stud this town has ever seen, has his eyes fixed on me. He’s jacking off in the open, brawny arms rippling. The head of his cock is flushed pink, and his balls pull tight, veins running up the side of the shaft.

WARNING: The new fireman next door is about to blow.

“Breed me, Daddy…”

His voice grows tense, all alpha, as testicles swell in excitement of their release. “You’re a dirty girl, Jenna. You need to breed. It’s time to fill you with alpha cream and teach you what good girls were born to do.”

“Wuuuffff,” I pant, “Big, bred bunny wants Daddy milk…”

With a bellow of “Jenna!” and a loud bellow, Mr. Fireman on home leave shoots his load, his six-pack twitching as spunk splatters on the concrete. His cock surges as he milks a steady stream of cream from his pendulous balls.

I whimper in excitement of getting my belly flooded, having all my eggs juiced by his rocket sperm. My pussy weeps with yearning as he slows, its clenching signaling its readiness to be filled with hot fireman babies.

I shudder, cumming a third time, then drop my top and lay out for a nap, hot and happy, on the grass.

As I drift off, Liam Burke wraps his towel around his waist, firing a long, hard alpha look at my sunbathing cunt as he goes inside. His body language says, “Pump my cream, drool over my big firehose, and ride me until I ignite your eggs.”

Jenna, you’re a bad, bad girl.

I giggle and slide my hand between my legs, feeling a squirt of drool tickle my knuckles. My period is over, and I’m as fertile as a bunny in spring. But the neighbor has no idea how dangerous it is to stir my wild side.

My mother’s voice from the kitchen window startles me out of my nap. “Oooh! Jenna, do you want pancakes?”

“No! I’m…tanning!” I shout back, quickly wrapping my towel around myself.

She’s the free spirit I get my sexual impulses from. Maybe THAT’S why Liam’s fire hose draws me like a moth to a bug lamp.

It takes all of thirty seconds before my cell phone rings in the grass. My boyfriend’s name pops up on the display. A minute later, I answer, careful not to sound out of breath.

“Hey, sweetie pants. How’s Comic-Con?”

“Hot as balls out here. I got sunburned. I’ve been rubbing Neosporin on my junk.”

He can’t help it. His sense of humor is so dry, I can’t tell if he’s joking or toast.

I giggle. “Did your vitamin D supplement get stuck in your pocket, sweetie pants?”

“Ha-ha, very funny. You know I don’t get enough D.”

The only D he’s getting is from me. And I have yet to meet a boyfriend who can satisfy me. The few times I brought toys into the bedroom, he made fun of mine for being “curved,” as if it were his fault I couldn’t achieve full satisfaction. Maybe that’s why I’m such a good girl to him. Being selfishly bred and used satisfies my wild maternal cravings.

“Everything okay, sweetie pants?” Pete asks, sounding perky. “You’re ovulating, right?”

I turn to glance at Liam’s house through my sunglasses. “Yeah. It’s business as usual.”

“I scheduled a doctor’s appointment for next week. I want to see about switching to a lower-hormone patch. Not feeling like you’re breeding-ready is harshing my mellow.”

He keeps telling me he wants to be a daddy, but his heart really isn’t in it. I can’t blame him. He’s a grad student. But my animal side gets very, very bossy this time of the month.

“I’ll breed for you one day, sweetiepants,” I coo. “You’re too good to me, my little sperm donor. Breeders, unite. You’ll fertilize my eggs faster than Jack Rabbit.”

He goes quiet for a beat. “Anyway. Got to go. Halo tournament.”

I hear the click before I can say, “Bunny, you’re only getting bred once I’ve done…other things.”

With my cell phone balanced on my bare thighs, I glance over at the Burke backyard. Liam’s shadow appears in his kitchen window.

My ovaries flutter like a thousand butterflies. You’re an animal, Jenna. But I’m about to become a MOM.

CHAPTER TWO

If I were still in control of my impulses, I might keep my pink bikini top in place instead of sunbathing topless on my mother’s side of the shared backyard fence. As it stands, I’m all sweaty and sprawled out on my stomach, my bare boobs smooshed into the grass, pool float abandoned in favor of soaking up liquid sunshine.

If my boyfriend catches me breaking the “NO IMPULSE!” rule, he’s going to paddle me after his Comic-Con seminar. In a good way…but still. A little bit bad, Jenna, never ALL bad.

I smile as my mom brings me a lemonade, her hips swaying, her brown hair glowing in the late afternoon rays. Envious men and teenage boys walking down the sidewalk grow slack-jawed at the sight of her bodacious bounce, which is hereditary, just like my ovaries. She tells me I can do anything I want, be anyone I choose, as long as I’m honest and have fun along the way.

If they’ve got the stamina to keep up with a hot little strumpet, they’re in for a treat. Still, I wish she had a father-in-law who wasn’t married to a skank. My mom’s penchant for traveling—and dating foreigners—landed us in sunny California, their final stop on a tour of European beaches year before last. The last husband cheated on her with a Russian stripper named Nadya.

But we don’t hold black marks against gold-medal winners, right? I want to be a two-time gold medal winner myself one day. Three, if I’m successful on the first try. (And convincing on the second and third.)

“Enjoying the California sunshine, Bunny?”

I smile, using our private nickname. “Yes, Mom. I could get used to it. Thanks for the lemonade.”

“Don’t forget the sunscreen,” my mother admonishes. “You’re a ginger. I don’t want you coming home with sunburned areolas.”

We both glance across the fence at Liam’s house, where he’s currently waterpicking his front garden. My mouth waters at the sight of his shirtless chest and gleaming muscles, his hair-cropped beard giving him a dangerous vibe.

“You can eat strawberries off his abs.”

“Tell me about it, Bunny.”

My own nickname was a term of endearment when I was growing up, and one I now accept as a compliment. I feel like a breeding rabbit. I avoid looking down at my bare boobs and pink pool float, lest I become aroused—and I’m already secretly squirting as I drink lemonade.

Impulsiveness…it’s my curse.

“I can’t believe you and Mr. Burke are going to Vegas to meet his military friends,” I say, batting sandy red eyelashes. “Didn’t he just finish a mega-contract in South America?”

“Sweetheart, we’re not old. We can still play hard.” Mom waggles her eyebrows. “You can get up to some devilish shenanigans while you’re out of school, too.”

“Already on the devil’s playground,” I mutter, tugging my towel a little tighter.

She laughs and pats my head, then heads back inside to make more lemonade. The sun feels delicious on my bare, heavy boobs. I’ve just shut my eyes to soak it in when a voice interrupts me.

“Excuse me?”

My eyes fly open. “Oh! Hi, Mrs. Cartwright.”

I forgot about the 70-year-old on the other side of the fence. She’s peeking over the wooden slats, looking mortified by the sight of my naked backside.

“Jenna Taylor, your mother did not raise you right!”

“Oh, Mrs. Cartwright,” I laugh, rolling on my side, covering my boobs with my arm, blowing her a kiss. “I was raised as a good girl. Sometimes I just stumble into bad decisions.”

“That little red thong is problematic! You’re going to get snatched by a fox and taken to his den.”

Only if I’m lucky. I giggle and roll over, showing off my sunshine-y backside to the aging fox-hunter. Maybe I’ll give her a story to share over Bridge later. I love giving back to the elderly.

Mrs. Cartwright sputters and disappears behind her fence, mumbling about young people not having any respect for squirrels.

A few more minutes of sun-thirsty happiness go by, and I almost drift off again, dreaming of a fireman’s baby castle in my inner sanctum.

Until, suddenly, there he is on the other side of the fence. Liam. Titillating Fireman. Dick of Courage. Taking out the garbage. Which, I might add, is underwhelmingly heroic compared to saving children from burning buildings, but hey.

He turns to face the pool side of his house, a smoldering sigh escaping him at the sight of my beachball-shaped butt shaking in the rays. He wears only athletic shorts, revealing a tanned six-pack, rippled arms, and a dangerous tattoo stretching down his left side. His blue eyes are permanently in squint mode, but when he looks in my direction, there’s no question I’m giving him ideas.

My eyes lock on the Clydesdale in his pants. Hello, Nurse.

When he catches me eyeballing the beast, he smirks, saying, “Enjoying the fresh air?”

“Yes,” I pant. “Lovely in the backyard.”

Making a thing of it, he hikes up his shorts, the thick beast in his pants bulging for my benefit. My insides churn and my belly flutters like I just tripped into my own fertility window.

“What a beautiful day,” I say, smiling, imagining him coating my eggs with baby sauce every day forever.

“Hmmm.” His gaze travels down my beachball ass and up my shapely back. “It’s a hot day. But I think it just got a little spicier in here.”

Without breaking eye contact, I yank up my towel so it covers my girl parts, giggling behind it as I roll over. The bottom underwear mesh does nothing to disguise the exposed, moist pink folds peeking from between my thighs.

I hear a low, animal groan coming from the other side of the fence. A sound so carnal I know we’re on the same page.

Jenna, you are a bad girl.

I arch an eyebrow at the fireman. “Is something wrong, neighbor?”

His heavy eyes rake my body, causing my surging ovaries to whimper. With an impish smirk, he continues to tingle me with judgmental heat.

“You’re going to get in trouble with a hello ass like that.”

I snicker under my breath and pat my backside, making the jelly quake a little for the alpha next door. Good. Little. Bad.

He takes out his phone and, I swear to God, snaps a picture—subtle, but I catch the movement. There’s a hard edge to his eyes that wasn’t there a second ago. Maybe I’ve sparked some wild, uncontrollable spontaneity in him, too.

I rest my chin on my hand. “Can I help you with anything, officer?”

“I think you’ve got hot girl summer fever, little rebel.” His gaze travels up my body and meets my eyes. “If you’re not careful, someone is going to treat you to a little heat this summer.”

A hot prickle races up my thighs.

“Me so bad.” I giggle as I raise a brow at him, wiggling my butt under the towel. “What if I wanna be in the heat?”

A knowing smile tugs at the corners of his mouth as he throws a trash bag in the bin, snapping the lid shut. “You know you can’t wear that cheese slicer bikini bottom around the public pool, right? You’re causing traffic accidents out here, red.”

I don’t even hesitate. “Not even if I do laps for the elderly?”

He rubs his jaw. “You can turn the next block into a geriatrics unit, but that thong ain’t gonna make it through the approval process.”

I blink, putting on my most demure little girl voice. “No breeding in the kiddie pool?”

His eyes narrow to black slits. “They make breeding pools for that, Jenna.”

I bite my lip and whisper, “Show me yours, and I’ll show you mine…” on a prurient pant.

There’s a strangled sound. I would totally pat myself on the back if I wasn’t pretty sure I’m going to climb the fence and try to bag his Magnum Dong.

“That’s a no-go, bacon. I run a clean junkyard.”

Aaaaaand DING DING DING, Jenna is officially a bad girl.

He’s staring into my soul with those blue orbs of corruption, and I have a vision of him climbing over the fence and bending me across the sun-drenched grass. I imagine the burning heat of his prick between my ass cheeks, testing the limits of my trust fund.