“Fuck—Rachel—” I roar, burying myself to the hilt, pulsing hot inside her, thick ropes of cum filling her up, spilling out around my cock as I jerk through the aftershocks. My vision whites out, ears ringing, every nerve on fire.
We lie there on the laundry room floor for another ten minutes. Not talking, just existing in this bubble where Derek and job applications and custody battles don’t exist.
Eventually, Rachel sits up. “Jake’s going to be home soon.”
“Right. Yeah.” I stand and help her up. “Should probably make ourselves presentable.”
We get dressed quickly. Rachel rewashes Tommy’s clothes while I straighten up the folding table. By the time we hear Jake’s truck in the driveway, we’re both in the kitchen looking completely innocent.
Except we’re not innocent. Not even close.
And when Rachel catches my eye across the room while Jake’s telling Tommy to wipe his feet, I see the same thing I’m feeling.
This just got a lot more complicated.
And neither of us knows how to stop.
Chapter fifteen
Chapter 15
Cole
Theo’s been quiet all shift.
Not unusual. The kid gets in his head sometimes, especially after tough calls. But we haven’t had any tough calls today. Just routine checks, one false alarm at the high school, and equipment maintenance that took up most of the afternoon.
Still, he’s been off. Distracted. Going through the motions but not really present.
I recognize it because I’ve been doing the same thing.
“You good?” I ask him while we’re restocking the ambulance.
“Yeah. Fine.” He doesn’t look at me. Just keeps counting gauze packs like it’s the most important task in the world.
“You’ve counted that box three times.”
“Making sure we have enough.”
“We always have enough. Garcia orders extra.” I close the cabinet door. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing. Just tired.”
He’s lying. I can tell because Theo’s a terrible liar. His tells are obvious—won’t make eye contact, talks too fast, fidgets with whatever’s in his hands.
But I don’t push. Because if he’s lying about why he’s distracted, I’m guessing it’s the same reason I’ve been distracted.
Rachel.
The shift ends at six. We change out of our turnout gear in silence, grab our stuff from the lockers, and head out to my truck.
The drive home takes fifteen minutes. Theo spends the first ten staring out the window.
Finally, he speaks. “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“If you had feelings for someone you shouldn’t have feelings for, would you act on it? Or would you walk away because it’s the right thing to do?”
