Angel In Blue by Mary Suzanne Page A

police force. 
        Mack tried not to slip into the black void again. He wanted to find out more about the stranger hauling him to safety, but it wasn’t to be. Another wave of dizziness seized Mack, and he closed his eyes as his rescuer picked him up into a fireman’s carry. 
    Mack came around again to the loud wail of a siren and the jostling movements of an ambulance speeding to the hospital. Opening his green eyes, he saw a man dressed in a pair of scrubs and felt the man insert an IV into his arm.
    “You’re gonna be OK,” the medic placed an oxygen mask over Mack’s mouth, “some smoke inhalation and maybe a concussion, a few bruises.”
    Mack glanced around looking for any sign of the man that saved him, but he and the EMT were the only ones in the back of the screaming ambulance.
    After settling into his hospital bed, he closed his eyes, reliving the earlier events. He wondered if he’d ever see the policeman that had valiantly saved him from the inferno.
    Mack couldn’t stop the excitement he felt over the stranger he’d only met for seconds. Remembering the way the stranger’s hand had lightly brushed his crotch brought his cock to full attention. He shifted the sheet to a tent-like position so that no one could tell he had a hard-on. A noise at the door had him glancing up self-consciously.
    A nurse bustled into the room and picked up his chart. “You have a visitor waiting in the hallway.” She replaced the chart and smiled at Mack.  “Should I send him in?”
    Mack thought it might be one of his fellow firemen, “Sure, I’m up to company.”
    She disappeared out the door and Mack waited impatiently to see who his visitor was. He couldn’t believe his luck when in walked the policeman that had saved him. A smile of welcome lit Mack’s face. Feelings of arousal rose in him over seeing this muscular stranger again. He’d always tried to dismiss the sensations he felt when seeing a handsome member of his own sex, but he found this man sexy as hell. Mack struggled to dismiss the thoughts. How does it look for a strapping fireman to be ogling another man, wishing he could bed him? No, that won’t do. He brought his wayward thoughts back to the present, but at the back of his mind, he still remembered the man’s touch as he pulled Mack to safety. 
    “You’re an angel in blue,” Mack pushed the words from his parched throat. “What’s your name?”
    The stranger pulled a chair up to the bed and sat. “Isaiah Madison, but everyone calls me Ike. I’ve never had anyone call me an angel before. You’re the first.”
    “That’s what popped into my head when I saw you tonight in the burning building.”
    “I wouldn’t try to talk anymore,” Ike said, “until they check your throat to see how much damage you have.”
    Mack nodded, but his gaze remained on Ike. There was something in Ike’s hazel stare that he couldn’t identify. When their eyes locked, Mack felt the dizziness returning.
    Watching Ike standing to leave, Mack thought he needed to find out more about him before he walked out of his life forever. “How about giving me your telephone number? I owe you a drink when I get out of here.” He knew he shouldn’t be talking, but Mack felt the need not to let Ike get away. Once he walked out the door, he might never see him again.
    “Why not,” Ike said, pulling out a pen and a small black book. He jotted down his number and ripped the page out. As he started for the door, he turned to Mack. “I’ll be waiting for your call. Take care.”
    Mack’s gaze lingered on Ike until the door closed behind him. Adrenalin pumped through his body over the thought that Ike might be approachable for more than just a drink. The thought of going to bed with another man had always been in the back of Mack’s mind, but he’d never acted on his thoughts. From the looks Ike had just given him, Mack thought he might have a chance with him.
    By the next day, the doctor signed the release