I’m crying as he carries me back toward his house and kicks open his front door. My lips don’t leave his. I kiss his face while my fingers tug at his hair, and I bite at his neck so hard, I might draw blood.
“Fuck you!” I scream, tears streaming down my face.
He carries me upstairs and deposits me on his bed. My breathing is uneven, my eyes blurry from the tears. He straddles me, then pulls off my t-shirt. He doesn’t speak as he unclips my bra at the front, letting my breasts free. He leans down, his mouth latching onto one nipple as he sucks and bites me until I cry out in both pleasure and agony.
His hands find their way under my skirt and into my soaked underwear, but he doesn’t stop the torture of his mouth on my sensitive bud, a finger sliding into me. I tug off his shirt, and he pulls down my underwear. I reach down, pushing his sweatpants and underwear off.
“Get on your back.” My words still him, and he does as he is told. I climb into his lap and lean down, slipping my tongue into his mouth. I slide my tongue against his, over and over, until his hips buck up and his erection meets my core. I climb onto his cock, gripping his shoulders as I sink down on him, moaning at the way he fills me. I rock against him, grinding my clit against him.
His breathing is ragged as he flips me over and lines his cock to my entrance. He thrusts into me in one fluid motion. His hot breath is on my neck as he whispers, “This isn’t going to be gentle, firefly.” I can’t respond because I don’t want to lose this or him. He slams into me with the vigor of a man in desperate need of relief, fucking me just the way I want him to. His movements are erratic, almost violent. He jerks inside me once, twice, then buries his face in my neck, groaning as we reach climax together.
“I’m sorry.” We’re lying in his bed afterward. I’m tucked into his side. I still have my skirt on, and nothing else. Neither of us have the energy or inclination to move.
“Don’t be.” My words are final.
“I just needed you,” he tells me.
I kiss his neck. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Is Brody okay?” he asks, and I feel a squeeze in my chest that he thought of my son.
“He’s okay. Desi is with him.”
He runs his hands through my hair. “I shouldn’t have stayed in that building. I just couldn’t walk away without trying.”
I close my eyes. I have heard these words so many times before. “You can’t risk your life like that, Ember.”
“I know.” He kisses my forehead.
His hands trace my ass, and I move closer to him. “Shelby, I’m really sorry for scaring you.”
“Don’t do it again,” I plead, feeling an ache in my chest, knowing that no matter what, he’llalwaysdo it again. It was the same with Drew, and I went and fell for a fireman all over.
He doesn’t reply, just kisses my head. “Let’s sleep, baby.”
Chapter 18
Ember
Iturn around, disappointed to feel the bed beside me empty. I open my eyes slowly and realize it’s light out. It’s ten a.m. already, and I place my feet on the ground, running my hands down my face. There’s a note on my nightstand. I reach for it and lie back on the bed.
Had to get Brody ready for school. Didn’t want to wake you. See you later.
- Shelby
I try not to overthink the generic tone of the note. I mean, Shelby was probably in a hurry. Seeing her so distraught last night is not something I want to make a habit of, but it’s inevitable in my line of work. And this is the reason I don’t get into long-term relationships. So what is happening between Shelby and me? It sure as fuck isn’t a fling. My phone buzzes, and I sit up and look at the display.
“Aidan Wild, to what do I owe the honor?” I answer.
“Are you getting yourself into trouble up there?”
I laugh. “Not enough.”
“Seriously, bro, how are you?”
I frown. This call is a random occurrence. “That asshole called you, didn’t he?” I feel my teeth clench.
“Yes, he did. Apparently, you disobeyed a direct order, put yourself and some of your team in danger.”
