I hadn’t seen Sam and Forest since we fooled around last week and even though we had been calling and texting, we had yet to see each other. It wasn't for the lack of trying, but I wasn’t really trying that hard. I was still wrapping my head around fooling around with Sam and what this all meant for us.
What the hell were we doing? We had had dinner together a few times, we kissed several times but that night together had been playing in my head on repeat. Stroking Webber andI together as I sucked Forest's cock was an experience I didn’t think I’d ever forget. Just thinking about Forest’s commanding voice had my cock getting hard.
Barnaby meowed under the blanket deflating my hard-on.
“Ok, fine, I’m up!” I yelled, throwing the blankets off me.
The house was a little cool as I walked to the kitchen to grab his breakfast and start my coffee. If I was going to survive this benefit carwash then I needed to be caffeinated and maybe a little buzzed. I served Barnaby some dry food with his favorite gravy spread on top, full of things he needed for his skin, bones and god knows what else. I bought him the most expensive-ass food from the local vet because Barnaby was going to live longer than me.
“Here you go, Sir Barnaby.” I set the food on a tray next to his water fountain that had constantly running water.
He gave me a meow before eating three bites and then walking away from his food. I rolled my eyes at my spoiled-ass cat who liked to graze. It would take him forty-five minutes to eat this entire bowl in small bites as he leisurely walked around.
I sighed as I put a coffee pod into my machine, added a pump of hazelnut into my cup, turned the machine on and I grabbed milk out of my fridge to froth it up. There was nothing like starting the day with a good cup of coffee. As I waited for my coffee, I did fifty push-ups, took a break, then another fifty.
Washing my hands, I grabbed the sweetbread I had grabbed at the market the other day and put it on a plate. I fixed my coffee and walked outside to my patio to enjoy a quiet morning before the chaos. It had been a long time since I had had time to do something like this. I grabbed a sweatshirt for me and Barnaby. We each had our own firefighter sweater and I still laughed when I saw him with a Sterling Ridge Fire Department logo on his back. The chief's wife and daughter made it for him when they found out I had a hairless cat.
I removed the cover off one of the chairs, sat down, and grabbed Barnaby to sit on my lap so he was warmer. I scrolled through my phone, seeing that hockey preseason was coming up. I still followed the Yetis on social media and while I harbored ill feelings for the team, I still followed just to support Val, Romeo and Hunter.
This season was going to be hard on Sam, and I had no idea how to help him. I still held hope that he might be picked up mid-season, but the way he talked last time, I worried if his body was past its hockey prime. One surgery was rough, but two in such a short amount of time had to be very hard on the body and mind.
Maybe this relationship with the three of us had come at a perfect time for all of us. I liked that Sam and I were together, but having Forest with us, I don’t know, gave me the freedom to be more comfortable and not so nervous around Sam. The way he took control of the situation was exactly what I needed because I didn’t know if I'd be able to be this way if it was just Sam and me.
I was starting to think we had needed Forest all along.
It was a rather warm day and the perfect temperature for the charity carwash the fire department was hosting for Kaylee, who was diagnosed with leukemia over the summer. We always rallied behind our community, and she was eligible to get into a cutting-edge treatment program, but it was costly. So what did we do? We raised money for her.
The carwash had been advertised all around the town, at the Boozy Bandit, a few other fire departments and Nova said she had a friend in Mountain View she had passed the information along to. I tried to avoid the carwash for as long as possible, but Bailey found me, threw me a white T-shirt and shamelessly put me to work.
Casey and Weston were already working on a few cars, their shirts soaking wet with a small audience of our elderly women behind them. I shook my head feeling my cheeks heat up as I started on a car by myself, hoping I didn’t get wet. I wasn’t ashamed of my body. I worked hard on it, but knowing Forest and Sam might be here gave me stage fright. I was never one to be the center of attention anyways.
“You look too dry.”
That was all the warning I received before cold water was dumped on me.
“Son of a—” I stopped myself before I could yell a well-deserved profanity.
I looked behind me to see Casey grinning at me with Bailey cackling.
“Oh, it’s on,” I said, grabbing my bucket and throwing it at them.
Bailey screamed since she was mostly dry and Casey laughed. We fought with the water for a few minutes before we went back to washing the cars.
“Looking good, Jude!”
Someone wolf-whistled as my face heated up and I willed my face to not get red. I kept washing the cars, squatting down to get the tire as I heard “Oh my god, look at that ass.”
I was not cut out to be a sexual figure. Maybe we should have gotten Forest to do this? The white shirt was clinging to me and giving me the ick after the fifth car we did. I was getting annoyed and at this point I was over it. Casey, Ruben and anotherfirefighter took off their shirts, so it wouldn’t be a big deal if I did the same thing.
Walking to the front of the enormous truck we were washing, I took off my shirt, casually throwing it to the side, not caring if I lost it. I went back to washing the truck, hopping onto the bed of the truck to wash the top of the cabin. A few more wolf-whistles came from the crowd we had gotten and that’s when I felt eyes on me. It was different than feeling the eyes of the pervy old ladies.
Looking over my shoulder, I scanned the crowd for Forest or Sam. When I didn’t see them, I continued to wash the truck, thinking I was just hoping for them. I finished the cabin, jumped ff and continued washing the rest of the truck.
“Jesus, Jude, put your shirt on, you're making the rest of us look bad,” Weston said, slapping his stomach. “Save some ladies for us.”
“Shut up.” I pushed his shoulder. “You look fine.”
Weston was a good-looking man and he worked outwith the rest of us.
