I cry a little bit and sniffle. “I have something stuck inside me,” I reply.
“We’re sending a unit your way. Is your door unlocked?”
I rub my forehead, wincing with every movement. I’m suing this sex toy company for every cent they’re worth. I tell her the code to get into my door and I wait. I’m mortified as I see flashing lights outside my window, knowing they’re here for me.
I want to disappear, but then I realize no one would be able to take care of Smokey.
There are a few taps on the door, and I hear it creak.
“Las Vegas Fire Department,” the deep voice says and I try to not break down completely as I realize a fucking firefighter is going to see me in this state.
If there’s a god, he hates me.
“Ma’am?” the voice says and it forces me to speak up.
“I’m back here,” I say, covering myself with my blanket as much as possible.
My worst fucking nightmare walks through the door. Fuck. How did I forget he was a firefighter? It’s my mother’s boyfriend, Nate. I’m sure they bonded not long after she kicked me out, his reaction to my scent was the entire goddamn reason she wouldn’t let me stay.
He stalls at the entry of my room, his eyes wide and nostrils flared as he inhales my scent.
I wanted to be sucked into the earth earlier, but right now I would truly like every trace of my existence to be removed from the planet.
He’s wearing his blue jumpsuit that shows off his massive arms and just how big he is. His black hair is styled and his big brown eyes just stare at me for a long moment.
Rock meet fucking bottom.
“Hailey?” he says my name and I give him a watery smile.
Yeah, please someone smite me right about now. Not only do I have a hot firefighter who I have to tell I have a toy stuck inside me, but he also happens to be one of my mother’s horde of Alphas.
I’ve never hated myself more.
“I got this. Everyone wait out here,” Nate says, shutting my bedroom door.
He takes a deep breath, like he’s trying to get himself under control as he puts on a pair of blue nitrile gloves.
“Are you okay? What happened?”
Words don’t come easily; in fact, I think I’d rather just let myself be cremated with this massive purple toy inside of me.
“Hailey, it’s okay. No one else is going to come in. I’m a firefighter paramedic, remember?”
I glance away, really trying to hold it together without sobbing.
“It wouldn’t deflate,” is all I can get out.
“Okay. Trust me, this is not the first time something like this has happened,” he says like some sort of reassurance. “Can I look?”
A small sound of acknowledgement squeaks out of me.
“Can I pull back the blanket and take a look?”
I turn away from his pretty Alpha face and pull the blanket back.
“I’m going to touch you now, okay?”
His gloved hand spreads my legs wider and now I’m somehow in pain, mortified, and turned on all at the same time.
