Page 49 of Breaking Clay


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I puff out a breath, “It is.”

He smiles and sits back before turning back to his computer, “Now go find your boyfriend.”

I shake my head, still feeling like the whole situation and my dad’s radical acceptance is surreal, as I step back into the station.

It doesn’t take long to find Clay in the main shop, where the fire trucks are parked. He’s shirtless, with only his worn jeans on, sprawled on a rollaway tucked underneath one of the pumpers, working on something with his tools.

I can’t help but admire him for a moment. His abs, which I’ve explored with my tongue more than once, are perfectly defined. The kind you can only get through hard work and a lifetime of working on a cattle ranch. And his jeans, tucked into his worn boots, fit snugly around his thick thighs.

Things are ending in a few weeks when I return to school, sure, but damn if I haven’t milked this fake relationship for all its worth. I lick my lips silently as I watch him work.

“You going to gawk or come over here,” he says, rolling out from under the truck and wiping his hands on a dirty rag.

“What are you doing?” I step towards him.

“Changing the oil on this truck.”

“Don’t they have mechanics for that?”

He shrugs, “I like doing it.”

And damn it if that doesn’t make my ovaries twist and flip.

Firefighter.

Cowboy.

Rancher.

Mechanic.

Underground MMA fighter.

Cooks Breakfast.

Eats pussy without being asked.

I swear there’s nothing that Clay can’t do when it comes to hard work and a little bit of patience.

“I’m on for another 24 tonight,” he says.

I nod.

“What time are you finished at the hospital?”

“I’m off tonight.”

He strokes the stubble on his jawline thoughtfully as he gazes up at me then stands. “I can’t sleep without you.”

My heart and mind stutter at his admission. I wasn’t expectingthatto come out of his mouth and the way he stated it was so simply, without hesitation or shame.

“Wh-what?”

He shrugs. “I’m used to sleeping next to you now. I didn’t get any sleep at the station last night.”

“Ok…”

“Meet me here around eight? Your dad’s off work tonight so I’m the chief in command over these assholes.”