Reborn as a Fire Mage!, page 2
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” I growled and pulled my dick out, spurting my seed all over her beautiful ass.
She turned her head toward me with her bottom lip poked outward. “You could have came in me. I don’t mind.”
“Yeah, I appreciate that, but I don’t want any little Masons running around. No offense.”
“I guess you’re right. I’m on the pill though,” Jen grinned.
“That’s awesome, but still too risky,” I smiled as I started to put my clothes back on.
“Where are you going?” Jen asked with her plump bottom lip protruding.
“I’m sure your friends will be up here any minute. That’ll be a little awkward, don’t you think?”
“Hell no, they’ll be thrilled. I mean, you’re fucking Mason Magrath,” the blonde hottie replied as she wiped the cum from her ass with a washcloth.
“Anyway, I need to get to the station in a few hours. This was fun.”
Jen stuck her bottom lip once more with a fake sniffle. “Okay, it was nice meeting you, Mason. Roll Tide. Oh my God, I can’t believe I even got that out of my mouth. Damn you.”
We both laughed and hugged before saying our goodbyes.
Chapter Two
My feet hit the sand once more as I headed back to my spot to get my cooler and beach chair. The crowds had begun to thin as dusk approached. I planned to grab my stuff and head to the firehouse a little early to work out for a half-hour and take a shower. I had to keep my physique in top-tier shape. As my eyes locked on my spot on the beach, I saw a couple of guys looking at my Yeti cooler. They were big dudes, not quite my size but bigger than the average guy. One of them was a couple of inches shorter than the other. He had long, blonde surfer dude hair with floral trunks on. The larger guy had a hairstyle similar to a buzz cut. His black hair was a couple of inches longer, though. He had on orange trunks with a white strip down the sides. That guy glanced from side to side before lifting it. They were fucking thieves. I’ll be damned if they are going to walk off with my $400 Yeti cooler. Did I pay way too much for something to keep soda cold? Yes, but that’s beside the point — no one is going to steal my shit.
“Can I help you with something?” I asked as I stomped toward them in the sand.
The bigger guy, who interestingly enough had an Auburn tattoo, furrowed his brow. “No, why do we need any help?”
“Alright, so you’re just stealing my cooler then?” I crossed my arms as I glared into the eyes of the Auburn fan.
The smaller guy held his hands up. “Nah, man, you got it all wrong. We’re just moving it because the tide is coming in. That’s all.”
I chuckled as my eyes rolled. “Why are you walking toward the ocean then? Wouldn’t you be walking back this way? So he’s a thief, and you’re a damn liar.”
The bigger guy dropped the cooler and grimaced. “You shouldn’t leave your cooler out here like this?”
“Why the hell does that matter? Why does that give you the right to steal it, Bozo?”
“Fuck you, man,” the big guy barked.
“I wouldn’t expect anything less from an Auburn fan,” I chuckled.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean,” The big guy's face reddened.
“Roll fucking tide, I owned your offense for four years, man. Ask your shitty QB about me.”
“Who the hell are you?”
I tossed my Costa sunglasses to the sand and stepped forward. “I’m your team’s daddy, Mason Magrath.”
Both of the men’s eyes widened. The smaller dude backed away, but the bigger guy became enraged and stepped forward. “You talk too much shit, you crippled motherfucker!”
A crowd of onlookers circled all three of us. A couple of them recorded the festivities with their phones. The big guy noticed and felt he should stand up for Tiger nation. He moved closer and shoved me. “War fucking Eagle!”
Well, now I had to carry the Alabama flag into battle with this jerk. “I’ll show you how crippled I am if you want.”
“Show me, you washed up shit stain.”
I wanted him to throw the first punch, so I shoved him in the chest, almost knocking him to the sand. He caught himself before suffering that embarrassment. I expected his friend to jump into the commotion, but he stood frozen. The big guy gritted his teeth and charged toward me like a rabid animal. He attempted a haymaker that I ducked easily. He almost dove headfirst into the sand. Instead, he turned and raised his fists as he walked toward me more controlled.
“Just walk away before you embarrass yourself even more than you already have.”
“Screw you, asshole!”
“Don’t insult your friend like that,” I smirked at the smaller guy. It pissed him off, but he didn’t make a move.
Laughter erupted from the onlookers and fueled the fire of the Auburn fan. The big guy gnashed his teeth so hard that I expected them to shatter at any moment.
“Get him, Mason,” yelled one of the girlfriends of Jen.
“Fuck him up!” another fellow yelled. However, I wasn’t sure if he was in support of the other dude or me.
Another one of Jen’s girlfriends squealed and whistled at me. The entire group of girls was eye-fucking me big time. I wondered if they had already found out that Jen and I had knocked boots. I was sure that she sent a text right after I left the room. From the way these girls were drooling over me, I was convinced that I could have a fuck marathon tonight if I were off work. Dammit.
The guy threw a sloppy flurry of punches that I either dodged or blocked. I didn’t think I would convince him to walk away by the looks of things. Instead, I waited for a clean opening and smacked him on the cheek with a nasty jab. I followed with a left hook that connected perfectly, and he went down hard.
“Oh my God, that was so fucking hot!” one of the girls yelled.
I turned toward the guy’s friend and motioned to the big guy sprawled on the beach. “Take care of your bud, and don't ever try to steal my cooler again!”
“Alright, let’s break it up, people! What’s going on here?” a man in a police uniform asked loudly as he made his way through the crowd of onlookers.
“This was a simple disagreement between men,” I replied with my hands in the air.
“Disagreement? It looks like more than a disagreement.”
The big guy got to his feet with the help of his friend. “Yep, officer, everything is cool now. I’m an Auburn guy, and Mason owned my guys for years. We busted each other’s balls a bit. No harm, no foul.”
I nodded at the guy in appreciation.
The cop smiled as he squinted at me. “Damn, I thought you looked familiar. Fucking Mason Magrath. Hot damn! Can I get an autograph?”
I grinned at the man in blue. “Sure, why not? How about a selfie too?”
The cop’s eyes widened, and he nodded quickly. “That would be so great!”
Station 15 was one of the oldest firehouses in Miami. It was situated downtown. The building looked out of place in the center of the other modern architecture, but it had charm. I loved the old firehouse look with all the brick and the kick-ass fire pole that we still used happily. The amenities were great inside, but the aesthetics were old school through and through. I couldn’t complain about the comfortable beds in the bunk room or the spacious showers. A cool living area resided upstairs on the opposite side of the second floor. Leather recliners and sofas filled the big room, along with a 75 inch 4K television. There was even an arcade machine in the corner of the room that contained dozens of classics such as PAC Man, Galaga, Street Fighter 2, Mortal Kombat, and NBA Jam.
The shift I was on was pretty drama-free as well. Firefighters tend to get along well, but several paramedics and EMTs stationed there were constantly at each other’s throats. In addition, EMS employees were unbelievably salty and depressed, so we stayed away unless we had to work together.
After a workout and a shower, my shift started. I grabbed the truck #1531 binder before heading out to the bay to check off the truck. This was a process that was completed each shift. It was an instrument used to make sure all of the supplies and equipment were in the proper compartment on the apparatus. It was imperative to test the saws and generators to make sure everything was in order
“Mason, don’t you already kiss the brass’s ass enough already?” Doug asked sarcastically. “You’re making the rest of us look bad.”
“Well, I don’t have to do a damn thing to make you look bad, old man. Your face does that all on its own.”
“You jack ass!” First, Doug acted as he punched me in the stomach, and I acted like he knocked the breath out of me.
Doug was a short chubby Cuban that drove the #1531 pumper. He had been with the Miami Fire Department for 32 years. He was past retirement, but he had no plans to leave the fire service anytime soon. I had learned a lot from the old-timer, and we loved busting each other’s balls daily.
“Doug, don't give my man Mason a hard time. He’ll knock you out with one of his Heisman Trophies,” Vincent yelled with a smirk.
Vincent was my best friend in the house. He was a 28-year-old black man from Tampa. We graduated from the fire academy together first and second in our class. We were both on the Squad truck, and we loved it. We are like the Navy SEALs of the department, and that’s the way we like it. We were sent in for the life hazards and firefighter MAYDAYs. It would be interesting to see which one of us gets promoted to lieutenant in the future and then captain even further down the road. We were very competitive with each other, but we would die for one another if needed. Vincent was my brother from another mother.
I gave Vince a high five. “What’s up, brother, you ready to kick some ass today?”
“Always. How was your day off?” Vince asked.
“I spent the day at the beach getting this buff body tanned,” I smirked and elbowed him in the arm.
“How was the view? I’m assuming you went to South Beach.”
“The view was on point for sure.”
“Did you talk to any of the eye candy?”
“I did, and I got a taste of the eye candy, too,” I said with a chuckle.
“No shit? Details?”
I filled Vince in on my experience with Jen. I was tasteful, of course, but guys always talk...especially at a firehouse.
“Dude, I’m headed to the beach with you next time.”
“Are you sure your girl is going to like that?”
“Fuck, you have to be a Debbie-downer all the time, don’t you. Ugh, I’m getting a little sick of Dawn anyway.”
“Oh really, she’s too much for you in the sack?” I smirked.
“Hell naw, she’s just too damn controlling. We’ve been seeing each other for three months, and she wants to boss me around and keep tabs on me all the time. I’m not about that shit.”
“Yeah, those are some red flags right there. Unfortunately, life’s too short to deal with that shit.”
“I want your life, man. You’ll have to teach me, Obi-wan,” Vince laughed.
“These kinds of things can’t be taught. I’m just born with these skills and looks, bro.”
“You’re damn stupid, boy.”
“Seriously though, my life isn’t as good as you think. Do I have luck with a lot of women? Yes. However, these women are into Mason Magrath, the famous linebacker and Heisman Trophy winner. They want to be with that person. I haven’t had a mildly serious relationship since my sophomore year way back in high school. Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever meet someone actually interested in me as a person.”
“Shut the fuck up, man. I’m gonna take a shit. We’ll continue this later,” Vincent gave me a fist bump and marched toward the bathroom.
The tones blasted and jolted me awake in the bunk room. I looked at my watch to see it was 2 am. I threw my legs over to the floor and sat there for a moment to gain my bearings. Then, I wiped the sleep from my eyes and darted to the bay. I hopped in my fire boots and pulled my bunker pants upward quickly. I had all of my turnout gear on in seconds. I hopped in the back of the cab and fastened my seatbelt. Vince jumped into the truck from the other side and winked.
“What have we got?” I asked Vince, still not fully awake.
“Structure fire at Panorama Tower,” Vince said as he pulled the seatbelt over his shoulder and clicked it.
“Panorama Tower? Do you think it is just a fire alarm?”
“Dude, do you even listen to dispatch after you get up?” Vince laughed.
“Nah, I’m usually not awake until my ass is in this seat.”
“There is a fire on the tenth floor, and the sprinkler system is not working.”
“Fuck, how the hell is the sprinkler system in that nice of a skyscraper not working? Damn, it looks like we’re going to be climbing some stairs. I wonder how many people they got up there?”
“I have no clue. We’ll find out soon enough.”
The large, heavy fire apparatus erupted from the bay doors with lights and sirens blazing. Luckily Station 15 was only a few blocks away from Panorama Tower, the tallest building in Miami. Doug was a fantastic driver. The skills it took to drive a truck of that size downtown blew my mind. Back in the fire academy, I did some driving, and I sucked at it. Being precise with such a large apparatus takes incredible focus and skill. I ran over orange cones left and right. Driving was my worst subject in the academy. I excelled at everything else, but I didn’t have a handle driving a truck. I did well enough to pass, but my status as a superstar linebacker from Alabama, which would give the department good publicity helped my test scores in that class.
We were fortunate that traffic was not a problem at 2:00 am. Doug didn’t have to swerve in and out of traffic and avoid pedestrians that weren’t paying attention. We approached the building in a couple of minutes. Vince looked out his window and saw a burst of flames out of one of the windows and an orange glow from most windows on the tenth floor.
“Shit, man, we have got to get to work,” Vince barked.
I put my arms through my air pack straps and exited the truck quickly. Red lights and sirens were closing in from every direction. I grabbed my halligan bar out of one of the apparatus compartments and stood in front of the building for orders from Chief Winston. Chief Winston was a 25-year veteran who moved up the ranks quickly at the beginning of his career. He was 6’2 and 200 pounds of muscle. He was a stickler for physical fitness, and he looked great for a man that was pushing 60 years old. He had an epic bushy gray mustache that was his calling card. He loved to have a colossal cigar glowing in the corner of his mouth as well.
“Chief, what does Squad need to do?” I asked calmly but sternly.
Before he could respond, a brunette middle-aged woman darted over toward us. She was hysterical and frantic.
“Help me. My baby is up there. You have to get her out!” She grabbed Chief’s arm as she screamed.
“Ma’am, why are you down here and the baby is up there? You came from the other direction too.”
“I was out, and I hired a babysitter. You have to help, please.”
“Yes, ma’am, that is what we’re here for. So please stand over there and let us do our job, okay?”
She fell to her butt, and I knelt beside her to make sure she was okay. “Are you okay, ma’am?”
“I’m fine, but my baby is going to die! Oh my God, you have to help her. Please! I live in apartment 1020, and the babysitter’s name is Rachel. My baby girl is named Kelly.”
Things were taking too long to get set up. There were so many trucks there that they were getting in each other’s way. Chief had command of the scene, but even he was having issues getting all of this shit untangled. I knew I had to do something. I had to get in there.
I nodded at the mother and turned toward Vincent. “I’m going in.”
“What the fuck are you talking about? We have no orders to go in!”
“This is fucked. I’m going in. You can come with me or stay here!” I yelled as I put on my mask, my Nomex hood over the top of my head, and my helmet.
I didn’t wait for a response from my friend. I just took off with my halligan bar.
Vince yelled behind me. “What the fuck? Shit! You’re going to get us killed or fired!”
Shortly after those words left my friend's mouth, I heard him begin to run behind me. I knew that he wouldn’t let me go in alone. We were going to get in trouble big time with the Chief, but I had to get in there. So I darted to the stairs and began ascending as quickly and safely as I could. The gear was big and bulky, but I was in pretty good shape to maneuver well.
“I hope you know what you’re doing. We’re going to get fired or dead as fuck!” Vincent echoed in the stairwell.
“We’ll be fine. They aren’t going to fire us. We’re fixing to be heroes, man!” I looked back at him and smiled. “You need to do some cardio, man. You’re slow.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’ll fucking show you slow,” Vince growled as he sped up.
I hadn’t clicked the regulator in my air mask yet. I didn’t want to waste any air running up these stairs. The smoke didn’t begin to thicken until we reached floor nine. We passed several tenants on their way down, but I didn’t see a baby being carried by any of them. So we pressed on as quick as we could.
The radio clipped to my coat blared an angry voice. It was Chief, “What in the flying fuck are you two doing? I didn’t give you the order to go in. Get your ass back down here.”
“We’re fine Chief, get a hose up here!”
“Stop where you are. I’m sending people up. Wait for them. Don’t be stupid!” Chief growled.
“Copy that,” I replied, knowing that I was going to ignore the order and press on.
We reached the landing before the floor 10 door. Smoke spewed from the crack around the door. “Stay there. I’m going in.”
“I’m right behind you,” Vince replied as he hooked up his regulator to his air mask, and I did the same.
