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She starts to move, slowly at first, then with increasing confidence. Her hips roll and grind, each movement sending waves of pleasure through me. Her pretty lips part, and I surge up, capturing her skin between my teeth and nipping. She clamps around me, drawing a groan out of me, and she rolls her hips faster. Catching a rhythm that she likes.

I kiss up her throat and take her mouth, tongue sweeping in to steal her soft sigh. She grinds that pretty pussy against me, keeping me buried deep as she finds the friction her clit needs.

Breaking the kiss, I hold her hips as she starts to ride me. Her head falls back, hair brushing over her shoulder as she sighs. I watch her, mesmerized, as she takes control, setting the rhythm, driving me wild. The urge to possess her, to own every inch of her beautiful body, consumes me. She was always meant to be mine. Ours. Mine and my brothers’, but this is her moment.

Her time to claim what she wants.

And as she tightens around me, movements turning frantic, breath unsteady, my heart races.

“Fuck, Callie,” I groan, my hand sliding between our bodies, finding her clit. I circle and tease the nerves as I help her move with the other hand on her hip, keeping that pace she liked as I coax her body to give me what I want. What she deserves.

Her walls ripple around me.

She struggles away from my touch, but she’s so close. “Don’t fight me, Callie,” I murmur. “You can take it, I know you can.”

“Jax,” she rasps.

My cock threatens to burst. “Let me hear it, Callie,” I say between gritted teeth, fighting for my life to keep from coming before she does.

“Yes,” she moans, slamming her hips forward.

“Fuck you’re so perfect.” I press down harder on her clit right as she takes me deep and cries out. My name echoes through the woods as she falls apart, and there’s no holding back. I come hard and fast, cum coating her walls and a whimper tearing from my mouth.

Lesser men would be embarrassed, but there’s only one woman who can make me whine like this, and she’s staring at me like I hung the moon.

Fucking. Perfect.

In the middle of washing down the engine, Captain calls me over. I hand the hose to one of the guys and head into his office, closing the door behind me. Captain’s features are stern on the best of days, but right now, he looks pissed.

Captain being mad is a little scary if I’m honest. “Everything okay?”

“Sit down, Jax.”

I swallow. Does he know about what I did to Derek? Or does he know that Callie and I vandalized property a few days ago? Taking the seat opposite him, I glance at the box on his desk, brow furrowing. I press my lips together though. There’s no way I’m going to admit to busting that asshole’s kneecaps. There’s no proof, and I know he’s too scared to tell anyone the truth.

“Do you know how many people I’ve seen come through this station?”

“No, sir.”

Exhaling, he links his hands in front of his stomach. “Too many to count, Jax. Dozens who weren’t cut out for the job. Handfuls of guys whose wives made them quit because it was too dangerous. A shit ton who nearly pissed themselves on their first run, and then there’s people like us.”

“Us?”

He nods. “The ones who aren’t afraid, who can keep a cool head, who will risk their own life to save someone.” He pushes the flat box toward me. “Open it.”

This is not how I expected this conversation to go. With a steadying breath, I reach for the box, lifting the lid to reveal a framed certificate. I stare at the cream-colored paper. Jaxon Williams. Hereby certified. Fire Fighter 1. The words come at me in flashes. I knew I was almost done, but I didn’t realize Captain officially signed off on the paperwork I had presented. He must have sent it in on my behalf.

“You’re not a rookie anymore,” he says, leaning over to tap the certificate. “Are you ready to grow up and take the job I’m offering you?”

I want to, I really do, but with Callie back and the way things have been going, I’d feel weird accepting it without her approval. “I, uh, need a bit more time.”

He exhales hard. “You’re dragging your feet. Why are you afraid of your destiny?”

“Things have changed. I have a girlfriend now.” It’s not an official title, not nearly enough to explain what she means to me.

The captain gives me an understanding look. We both know that sometimes partners of fire fighters can’t deal with the constant danger we put ourselves in. It would be unfair of me to accept without talking to her.

“Talk it over and then let me know.”