Life Changer (Chicago First Responders Book 2)

by BJ Harvey

  “Oh, man. I could kill a hot dog right now.”

  “Me too. And fries.”

  “And donuts.”

  “A mini-man after my own heart.”

  “Don’t you mean stomach?” my son asks, and I bury my face in Rhodes’s chest to stifle my giggle.

  “That too, bud. Let’s go,” Jake replies as they walk away, leaving us alone, Jake looks back over his shoulder and shoots us a devilish, knowing grin. “Don’t worry, parentals. We’ll take our time.” And then to Harvey, he says, “Had to get you away from the adults, bud. They’re gonna kiss, and we don’t need to see that, right?”

  “Yeah. Eww. Girls are gross.”

  Rhodes is still chuckling when he cups my face and gently tilts it to meet his. “Lucky for me, I don’t think girls are gross . . .” he murmurs against my lips. “In fact, I think this girl is a tease and a flirt, and I’m the one who’s going to get lucky when I peel her out of these jeans later.”

  I arch a brow, my lips twitching. “Is that so? And when, pray tell, did you plan on telling me that you were gonna be peeling me out of anything later?

  He presses his forehead to mine. “Adult alone time, sweet cheeks. Jake is going to a movie with friends tonight. That means—”

  “That means adult alone time,” I breathe, when inside I’m melting and swooning and doing high fives all around the joint.

  “Fuck yeah.” His eyes flash with heat before his hand is tangled in my hair and his tongue is in my mouth. It’s definitely not the most appropriate kiss for the ninth hole of a mini-golf course, but then again, with Rhodes kissing me like an unspoken promise of all the fun we’ll have later, I don’t mind one single bit.

  After downing hot dogs and fries and pop, Jake and Harvey did end up kicking our butts, winning by a clear five shots.

  But with Rhodes by my side, it’s safe to say that my mind was not on mini golf.

  Chapter 13

  Rhodes

  Dee: So . . . still want me to come over tonight?

  Rhodes: You think for one second I’m going to say no to adult alone time with you after teasing me all day in those jeans?

  Dee: It was a few hours. Surely it wasn’t THAT torturous.

  Rhodes: Anytime I’m around you and can’t touch you is torturous.

  Dee: That’s a yes to coming over then?

  Rhodes: Why aren’t you here already?

  Dee: See you in twenty then.

  “This is like living with a mooning teenager, I swear,” Jake says sarcastically.

  Looking up, I find him leaning against the doorway to the living room grinning at me.

  Raising a brow, I drop my phone in my lap. “I think you’re confused. I’m the dad, and you are the teen.”

  “Yeah. Yet you’re the one grinning at your phone while texting, whereas my phone’s on vibrate and I’m playing it cool by not responding straight away.”

  I chuckle. “Or maybe your phone’s on silent so I don’t know you’re not getting any texts at all.”

  Jake clutches his chest in mock pain. “Ouch. That one hurt, Dad.” His wide smirk makes me shake my head.

  “You still heading out?” I ask.

  He narrows his eyes. “Uh huh. Although maybe I should stay home and supervise . . .”

  “Don’t you da—”

  He throws his head back and laughs. “Gotcha!”

  “Why did I have to raise a smartass,” I mutter, rolling my eyes.

  “But to answer your question, yeah, Dad. I’m going out. Kyle’s dad is picking me up and playing security guard for the night.” I arch a brow and shoot him ‘the look,’ and he soon holds his hands up in surrender. “Yeah, I know. It’s no skin off my nose. Saves wasting money on an Uber, and he’s a bit like you anyway.”

  “How?”

  “He’s cool.”

  “Thank god. I can go to my grave having succeeded in being a cool dad.”

  “It’s true. All my friends say so. Obviously being a badass firefighter doesn’t ruin your cred either.”

  “Good to know. You need some money?”

  “Nah. I’m good. So, Dee is coming over?”

  “Yeah. You okay with that?” I ask, my tone turning serious.

  Jake’s head jerks back, his eyes flashing wide. “Dad, this is your house. You’re the adult in this relationship.” He waves his hand between us. “It’s not up to me to say anything. But if it makes you relax, I’m fine with Dee staying the night. It’s not like I’m a light sleeper, and I’m not naive enough to think you’ve been celibate for the past six years.”

  My mouth drops open, earning an amused gaze from my son.

  “You’re a grown man, you’re not a virgin, and if anyone is gonna practice safe sex after all the lectures you’ve given me, it’s you. So have fun. I’ll text you before I come home to give you the head’s up, and I won’t be a smartass and embarrass you around your girlfriend. Deal?”

  I look at him in wonder, again thinking that when god was handing out sons, I lucked out with mine. “You’re a pretty good kid, you know?”

  Jake’s mouth quirks up. “You mean wise? Handsome? Pretty damn cool?”

  “Humble too,” I say with a laugh.

  “Yeah that.”

  “Okay. So, you sure you’re okay with it?”

  He rolls his eyes. “Dad. Relax. Have your girl over. Don’t act like I’m a ball and chain holding you back. I want you happy, and Dee makes you happy. It’s as simple as that.”

  “You make me happy too, kid. And proud.”

  His chest puffs out a little. “Well, of course. I’m awesome.” He looks me up and down. “Go have a shower and clean yourself up. You wanna make a good impression, don’t you?”

  I push myself to my feet and walk past him, bumping his shoulder as I go. “You’re lucky I love you. Otherwise, I’d start to get a complex that my kid thinks I’m a lost cause.”

  “Nah. You’re not that bad. A little direction is all you need.”

  “Gee, thanks,” I scoff. “Let me know if Jeff arrives before I’m out. Okay?”

  “Sure thing. Don’t forget the aftershave. Chicks love that shit.”

  “Chicks probably don’t like being called chicks either,” I call back.

  “Whatever. Women, then. Happy now? And I’ll tidy up in here too. Can’t have Dee thinking we live in a bachelor pad or anything.”

  . “Thanks, kid.” I reach out and ruffle his already styled hair, earning a groan of protest. And as I walk down the hall to the shower, I’m smiling.

  We did good with him, Lils. I hope I’m making you proud, baby.

  And even not getting an answer to that, I know in my heart that she’d be smiling at me with her cute lopsided grin.

  Fifteen minutes later, I see Jake off at the door, waving to Jeff. Us parents have a group chat where we fact-check and keep our fingers on the pulse of everything going on in our children’s lives, and we all take turns at playing the cab of mom and dad. It’s great for me given my work schedule and the amount of time Jake has with an empty house. Sometimes he stays with my parents or Lily’s, but generally, he’s home. I definitely hit the jackpot in the kid lottery with that one, because—touch wood—so far, apart from the need for a few minor attitude adjustments, Jake’s never done anything to break my trust.

  It’s why his grandparents and I have all put in to buy him a Ford truck to give him when he passes his driver’s test next week. He’s been saving his allowance for it, but we all felt he deserved it, and we know he’ll be responsible with it.

  Just after Jeff pulls away, Dee turns into my driveway, grinning at me through the windshield.

  When she gets out and walks along the front path and up the stairs toward me, her smile has me mesmerized. The pull between us is not only physical—it’s more than that—a feeling that just continues to grow stronger the more time we spend together. And after today’s seemingly successful outing with the kids, it’s another tick joining the many others already marked off that
have me thinking Dee was meant to come into my life. “Hey, sweet cheeks.”

  “Before I come inside, I have a question to ask . . .” she says, somewhat confusingly. “And I’ll preface this by telling you that whatever your answer, it’s totally okay and I’ll still stay. Alright?”

  My brows bunch together as I read her nervousness, something I haven’t seen from Dee before.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Oh, absolutely nothing. It’s just, well, your answer will determine whether I have to go back to my car or not.”

  “Okay, now you’re confusing me.”

  “Sorry. Sorry,” she babbles, scrunching her nose up. “Right. So, I talked with Harvey, and Sundays are Flynn’s day with him anyway. So, I was wondering if I’ll need the overnight bag I have in my car?”

  I step forward, a slow smile creeping over my face as I stop in front of her and rest my hands on her hips. “You saying I get you all night?”

  She looks at me with her big green eyes and bites her lip. “I mean, yeah. If you want a sleepover—I’m game if you are.”

  I sweep her into my arms, laughing at her squeak of surprise as I carry her inside and close the door with my foot.

  “Rhodes, my bag. I need to—”

  “I’ll get it later.” I grab her underneath the ass as she hooks her legs around my hips and I stride down the hallway.

  “But what about Jak—”

  I stop outside my bedroom door and press her back against the wall, dipping my head so we’re nose to nose, her warm breath fanning over my lips as I lock eyes with hers. “Jake is out till eleven. He also knows that you’re coming over, and apparently he really likes his dad and you too, because he said he’s fine with you staying over.”

  Her mouth drops open, her surprise morphing into soft warmth.

  “Dee, in a minute, I’m gonna take you to my bed, strip those fucking sexy jeans off that delectable ass of yours, and I’ll devour your body until you tell me to stop or I exhaust myself with all the different ways I’ve imagined making you come. If either of those options don’t gel with you, now would be the time to say so.” My voice is rough with lust, visions of her laid out before me with hours to explore each other without any interruptions blowing any fantasy I’ve had about this woman in the past few weeks—okay, months since I first saw her videos—out of the water.

  She doesn’t even hesitate for a moment. Her hands grip my hair and tug my mouth to hers, her lips crushing against mine as she kisses me hard and deep and wet, her moans and my guttural groan echoing off the walls.

  I guess that’s a hell yes.

  Still kissing her, I move us sideways and carry her across to my bed before putting a knee to the mattress and lowering her on to it and covering her with my body. Our lips don’t separate as I clutch her head with one hand and drag my palm down her chest, cupping her breast in my hand and rubbing my thumb over her hard nipple.

  Dee’s back arches into my touch, her fingers tensing in my hair and pulling tight. I plunder her mouth as her tongue wrestles with mine, her body hot against me as I roll my straining erection against the seam of her jeans.

  Her hands run down my back, scrambling to grab hold of the hem of my shirt and dragging the material up.

  I tear my mouth away from hers just long enough to brace an arm on the bed and rip it off before throwing it away to a destination I don’t care about. Knifing off the bed, I pull her with me and place my hands on the hem of her top. With the jerk of her chin giving me permission, I glide the shirt over her chest. She helps me remove it, then we’re both stripping to our underwear.

  Dee stretches out on the mattress in front of me again, and I near on dive on top of her with a groan—mine—and a moan—hers. Our lips lock, my cock throbbing and telling me it desperately wants more and it wants it now. But I ignore the need to bury myself deep and focus on stripping Dee naked so that I can start the journey of discovering every inch of her body. “Fuck, baby. You’re a dream.”

  Her lips curve up wickedly. “I’ll become a nightmare if you don’t get back down here and kiss me again.”

  “Is that so?” I drag my gaze all over her exposed skin, cataloging every curve, every line, every freckle. I smooth my palms over her arms and to her shoulders before gently pulling her up to bring us chest to chest. My hands continue to move, gliding and touching as I lean my lips in so we’re touching but not kissing. Her breath fans over my skin, driving me crazy as her body goads me into giving in and taking her mouth again. I undo her black bra and, tilting my head, brush my lips against her shoulder as I somehow find the patience to slowly glide it along her arms and onto the floor.

  I glance between us, taking in this magnificent woman—the star of my dirtiest dreams and filthiest fantasies is in my bed and almost fully bared to me. I want to throw my head back and howl at the moon, but that would be a waste of precious time I could be using to make Dee scream my name over and over again.

  But Dee proves she isn’t a meek, shrinking violet when she growls in frustration, frames my jaw in her hands, and slams her mouth to mine. “Fast first, honey. Slow, later.” As if to punctuate her point, she kisses me again, sucking on my tongue while her hands roam everywhere. Falling back onto the mattress, she pulls me onto her. Our bodies align, my hips rolling into hers as she thrusts up. The switch in speed makes my head swim and my cock throb.

  I shift down the bed, straddling her thighs and wrapping my lips around her nipple. I roll the other between my fingers, loving the way she arches into my mouth. Her hands in my hair encourage me lower, and when I drag the tip of my tongue along the edge of her black satin underwear, any plan and self-control I had to take my time with Dee jumps out the window and runs down the road. I’m like a raging fire, and Dee is the fuel making me burn bright.

  “Please, Rhodes. I want to feel you.” Dee’s voice is a rough, velvet whisper, and it unleashes something inside of me. I tear her panties away with her help before I splay my hands on her spread thighs, my gaze drifting from her flushed face to her exposed sex. And if I wasn’t done for before, I am now. She braces herself on her elbows as I hook her legs over my shoulders and lay my chest on the bed before dragging my flattened tongue from her clit to her soaked core. Her taste explodes on my tongue, my senses jumping into overdrive. Then her fingers are gripping my hair, and I’m eating like a starving man who’s never going to dine again. My own hands frame her hips and roll her against my mouth, wanting to reach every single inch of her, needing to drive her absolutely crazy with lust until she can’t take anymore and begs for release. I want the memory of my name being torn from Dee’s lips to haunt me every single time I’m in my bed without her near me.

  I slowly push one finger inside her, vibrating my tongue against her clit, but it’s not enough. I want to bury myself deep and make us fall off the edge together.

  Surging over her body, I pull off my boxers and flick them away with my feet, leaving my bare cock sliding against her wet core.

  “Rhodes . . . I need . . .”

  “I just need to get a condom, yeah?” Then I’m kissing her hard and fast and pushing off her to stand beside the bed.

  She frowns and scrunches her nose up, making me wonder why the fuck I don’t have protection in my nightstand. It’s not like I didn’t know this could happen.

  “Where are you going?”

  Bending at the waist, I lean into my hand beside her head and touch my mouth to hers again, unable to get enough of her. “Since we promised to be honest . . . I don’t have sleepovers. I don’t bring women home, which means I don't have condoms within reach.”

  Her lips form an O, which of course I have to kiss with a grin on mine.

  “So, as much as I don’t want to break the mood, I’ll be right back.” I straighten and stride out of the room and along the hall to the main bathroom where I grab what I need from the vanity. I damn near run back to my bedroom before shutting the door and locking it behind me, grinning at a still puzzled Dee, who’
s now sitting up, leaning against my headboard, naked as the day she was born with absolutely no shame or embarrassment. My cock bobs in approval under her gaze. She looks me up and down, her smile widening when she spots the box of condoms in my hand.

  She arches a brow. “Do I wanna know?”

  “I’m a responsible parent of a sixteen-year-old, who I’m not going to talk about when I have plans for you. But I’ll be replacing this box tomorrow—since, if I have my way, we’ll be making a dent in this one in future.”

  “How about being responsible and putting one of those on and getting back into this bed with me?”

  “Best fucking idea ever.”

  She nods at the box.

  “How about you get on that before I have to take matters into my own hands . . .?”

  My eyes jump to her arms as she lifts them to her breasts and palms over her nipples before dragging her fingers over her stomach toward her spread legs. She lies flat on her back in the bed as she does it and gives me the best view ever as she runs two fingers over her clit then lower… pushing them inside where my hands and tongue just were.

  “Fuck!” I rip the box open and separate a foil packet from the strip, dropping all but the one condom onto the floor. I bring it to my mouth and tear the packaging with my teeth before spitting it out and moving to put the latex ring on.

  “Wait!” Dee says, low and breathy. She crawls on her hands and knees to the edge of the bed, craning her neck to meet my eyes and crooking her finger to bring me closer. Her warm breath fans over the head of my cock before she licks around the tip and swallows me whole, her fingers wrapping around the base and working in tandem with her lips as she draws me deeper and deeper with every stroke.

  My balls pull tight, and I grit my teeth, nowhere near ready to have this finish before I’ve lost myself inside her. Nothing less than that will do. I gently glide my fingers in her hair and pull her off me, loving her hooded, glazed eyes locking with mine as she moves sideways.

  Dee lays herself out in front of me, legs spread, hands roaming over her skin as I hurriedly roll the condom down my length and move to the bed. I press every inch of me into every inch of her, clutching her head and tilting her face to slam my lips on hers right as I align myself at her entrance. Her expression morphs with pleasure as I push my cock inside her. I clench my teeth at just how fucking good she feels—how right this feels—Dee kissing me, meeting me stroke for stroke, thrust for thrust, both of us speeding up, our desperation growing as the pressure inside gets stronger and stronger.