As the song changes to a favorite of Dave’s, he playfully scoops me up and twirls me around. This man’s not only handsome, but one of the kindest people I know.Why can’t I feel anything romantic for him?I don’t think he has a grumpy bone in his body.
This thought forces my eyes back in the direction I’d last spotted Trevor. My cheeks heat under his heated stare. For a cranky-assed newcomer with no trouble demonstrating his distaste for me, he’s sure sending a lot of energy my way.
It’s in that moment, I know. He can’t fight this attraction any more than I can. It might take me a while to break him, but break him, I will.
This isn’t about the challenge, as Alden had said. It’s clear to me I have this hot new firefighter’s attention, regardless of how he’s acted. What I do with it is up to me. This model and pastry decorator may seem superficial on the outside, but I’m bright enough to go after what I want.
And whether I like it or not, I want Trevor Laurence.
Chapter7
Trevor
“Trevor hit over there.” Jason points toward the smoldering brush along the highway.
Thank goodness we didn’t overdo it at the party last night. We’ve been on the scene of this brushfire since sun up. Who knows how these start? That’s for the fire marshal to investigate. Given the heat, dry conditions, and the location of this particular fire, it’s likely it could be related to a tossed cigarette. The complete carelessness of one individual can cause so much damage. Luckily, this one was located along the highway, far from residents or farm life.
Containing these can take a long time. The high heat of the blaze continues to feed the arid ground cover, making it difficult to get on top of it. As soon as one area is doused, another pops up several feet away. If only this wind would die down.
I quickly scan the evergreen covered mountains in the distance as sweat trickles beneath my helmet. The destruction that could occur if these embers made contact would be absolutely devastating. “Do you need a break?” Dave’s voice squeaks over the radio interrupting my bleak thoughts.
“No, man. I’m good.” This is a great group of guys. While the town is definitely smaller than I’m accustomed to, they’ve more than made up for it. That wild party was just what I needed. Well, except for the dirty thoughts of Addison on repeat.
Why can’t I stop thinking about this girl?
Watching her dancing between the guys last night had my motor running. I’m not into group kink. That wasn’t it. The appearance of her, so open and free, twirling between Matt and Dave was honestly one of the most captivating sights I can recall. The way she’d throw her head back in laughter, completely at ease with both of them. Hell, Sam didn’t need a generator to keep that party lit. Addison’s radiance could light the night sky.
And the way she moved. There was an effortless seductive quality about the way she rocked her body to the beat of each song. She seemed to be genuinely enjoying herself, not performing as I felt Ashley often did. Watching the sway of her hips as she placed her hands on their chests while she danced was mesmerizing. Fuck, I had to look away several times before my dick got hard.
Standing in this sweltering heat, my insulated turnout gear has created my own personal sauna. My mind keeps drifting to thoughts of Addison, similarly covered in sweat. Except, the only fire she’d be putting out is mine. The way her perfect tits pressed against that tiny white T-shirt and her long legs extended from her cut-off jean shorts was mouth-watering. I lay in bed after the party, unable to get myself off in the bunk room with the guys, hard as a brick, thinking about her beautiful body all spread out for me.
Addison’s the kind of girl you’d pin pictures on the walls of your room as a teen. More than spank bank material, she’s like a dream girl you imagine making your own one day. But I’ve already been there and done that with one looker.
And that dream swiftly turned into a nightmare.
Sex with Ashley had met my needs. She was beautiful, and I knew I was a lucky bastard to have her in my bed. But there was nothing particularly erotic about sleeping with her. It was pretty one-dimensional. After we moved in together, she never initiated sex. She was merely a willing participant. There was no spark. Not the undeniable current of electricity that radiated from Addison last night. And as attracted as I’d been to my girlfriend, I can’t honestly remember feeling the raw desire for her I had experienced with this feisty little flirt.Jesus. That girl is sex on legs.
An overwhelming hunger to dominate this sassy creature and teach her a lesson for her impudent behavior has taken root. A craving to spank that luscious ass until it’s burning bright pink from my hand. See her on her knees for me. Hell, I’m going to ignite in this suit if I don’t get these thoughts out of my head.
I should’ve gotten laid back home in Hanover before coming to this mountain town. I’m sure I’m just horny as hell. I should’ve tried a little harder to get some ass in preparation for a dry spell. I don’t need a hook-up with this sassy brat to be my next brush fire.
“Dave, I think I’m ready to tap out for a bit.”
“Come on out. I’ll send Matt in to take over.”
Reaching the ladder truck, shining bright red under the scorching heat of the sun, I pull off my helmet and unzip my turnout gear. The wind against my sweaty shirt and skin offers some mild relief. Pouring a cup of water onto my face, I reach back over to refill it and drink several more to lower my body heat. The weather is mild today. I’m sure my current condition is a combination of continued exposure to the brush fire, my uniform,and her.
“Hey, we’re heading to Pour Decisions on Friday. You in? Just a dive bar in town. It’s the main hangout in Sycamore. This place is more casual than the Cellar Bar from the other night,” Dave advises.
“Yeah. That sounds great.” Hell. This could be just the ticket. Hopefully, I can score and get thoughts of this off-limits girl out of my head. There has got to be one woman under the age of fifty that I could bring home.
Okay, under sixty.
Chapter8
Addy
Thank god it’s Friday. The number of birthday cakes and cupcakes needed this week for such a small town has seriously shocked me. I’m exhausted.
