Filled her up so completely that it was like I was made for her, and she was made for me.
“I love you,” I groaned. “So fucking much.”
She bit down on my forearm as I started to fuck her faster.
The door we were using to brace ourselves was solid, thank God, and only shook slightly when I fucked her hard.
So I kept it nice and fast, but kept the pounding to a minimum even though every cell in my body demanded that I take her hard. Plant my seed inside of her deeply so it could take root.
“This isn’t a good idea,” she moaned, her face pressed against the glass window that looked out to the hallway beyond.
No, it likely wasn’t.
Did either one of us stop?
Hell no.
I fucked her, making her moan, and pressed her face even harder against the window as I started to lose control.
The sheer wrongness of doing it where someone might see was enough to make my cock practically scream for release.
And I did the moment she started to ripple around me.
“Uhhh,” I grunted as I released inside of her, filling her completely. Marking her with me.
Her head moved to the side, and I dropped my stubbled face down to hers, placing a light kiss on her lips that the position would barely allow.
It was enough for now, though.
“I love you,” I breathed. “Did you say yes yet?”
She started giggling.
“Was me letting you have your way with me in a classroom that I spent a lot of my last four years in not enough of an answer?” she teased.
I withdrew from her body, my eyes automatically going down to where we’d been connected.
My come leaked down her thighs, and I had an irrational urge to do it exactly like that every damn day before we parted ways.
“You’re a perv,” she said, bending down to lift her pants back up over her perfect ass.
“Weren’t you the one who said you liked my Italian stallion ways?” I crowded her once again, pressing my still hard cock into her backside once again.
She pushed me away with her butt and turned, looking into my eyes for long moments until she was satisfied with whatever she saw there.
“Yes, my answer is yes.”
My smile filled my face.
“That’s the best news I’ve heard all week.”
Chapter 23
Your pants won’t be too tight if you don’t wear any.
-Diet Tip
Angie
I should’ve known the moment wouldn’t last.
It never did.
Not when I had a man like Troy as an ex.
“You ready for this, girl?” one of the girls I was graduating with asked.
I looked over at Etta and smiled. She was a nice girl. All of twenty-two and green at life, but I loved her attitude. She always smiled and didn’t have a negative bone in her body. Which was a good trait to have. There weren’t many people at all in this world that could honestly say they liked everybody.
“I am,” I confirmed.
She was a nice girl, and I wish I’d had her in my class for my entire nursing school stint. She was a smart cookie and actually a lot of fun to talk to.
She was a hoot.
She grinned at me, and I held my elbow out for her to take.
“Did your parents make it?” I asked as I pulled her with me to the door.
She shook her head.
“They couldn’t get away,” her lips turned down in a frown. “I think the real reason is that they couldn’t afford it, and they don’t want to admit it.”
I frowned. “Do you…”
“Move,” Jade snarled from behind me. “I’m in a hurry and you’re making the rest of us late by chit chatting.”
I pulled Etta with me to the side, and swept my hand out in an exaggerated fashion.
“After you,” I smiled sweetly.
Jade and her posse walked past us in a fog of perfume, and it took everything in me not to gag.
“I’m so glad I didn’t have to go through all four semesters with them,” Etta said as she pushed out the door with me moments later.
I turned to look at her.
“At least you don’t share a man in common with her like I do,” I mumbled. “My poor kid.”
Etta giggled with me.
“I think your ‘poor kid’ is just fine,” she murmured as her eyes went out over the crowd as we took our place in the front row next to the other graduates.
My eyes automatically started searching the crowd where Etta was looking, and a grin split my lips.
“Yeah,” I agreed. “She does look just fine, doesn’t she?”
Bowe waved, and I waved back before sitting in my seat, facing the stage.
“Why are they all dressed like that?” she asked.
“He’s working,” I muttered. “They could get a call out during the ceremony, but it’s the thought that counts. They busted their asses to get to come here today. Switched stations with another crew just so they could cover this area from the auditorium that is usually delegated to the other fire company.”
Etta smiled, her eyes dimming slightly, and I cursed myself for being so inconsiderate.
“My brother is in Iraq right now,” she smiled. “I, at least, know why he’s not here.”
I thought about my own father, and nodded in agreement.
My eyes automatically moved to the right where Jade’s mom was sitting with my dad, and the sight of the two of them together was enough to turn my stomach like it always did when I saw them so freakin’ cozy.
Then my eyes slipped back to Bowe, and my heart melted a little bit to see him holding Elise so close. My mom on one side of him and Ariel on the other.
Ariel was saying something to my mom, leaning over Bowe’s body to do it. And he was laughing at whatever was being said.
“At least your dad’s not here to see someone else,” I muttered darkly.
Her eyes went to my father and she grimaced.
“I can’t believe he’s like that,” she whispered. “He looks like Mr. Feeney from Boy Meets World. So nice and unassuming.”
I agreed.
He was looking mighty old lately.
I hadn’t seen him since he signed the papers on my house over to me.
He looked like he’d aged about twenty years since then.
Shouldn’t winning the lottery mean he should look healthier, not sicker?
Was there trouble in paradise?
“Attention,” someone tapped on the microphone, gathering everyone’s attention. “We’re about to start the ceremony if everyone will have a seat.”
Everyone sat, and the sound of chairs flipping down and the quiet hum of talking dialing down to a mere whisper around us.
Etta grabbed my hand and squeezed it in her excitement, and I squeezed hers back.
My eyes went one more time in Bowe’s direction, and I smiled when I found his eyes on mine.
I love you, I mouthed, then blew him a kiss.
Bowe caught the kiss and pantomimed eating it, causing me to smile wide.
And also got a good ribbing from PD behind him who caught him doing it.
Smiling widely, I turned back to the front, preparing myself for one more boring hour until my nursing career was finally realized.
Thanks to Bowe.
It was while I was daydreaming of the days to come when something loud exploded around us, causing a loud ringing to start up in my ears, and my face to start hurting.
My heart started to pound, and I slid out of my chair, unsure exactly of what had just happened.
I was disoriented.
Really disoriented.
I couldn’t get my brain to work right.
Then another bang sounded.
Another. And another. And another.
One after the other, until I was on my knees vomiting.
***
The last twenty minutes had been something.
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nbsp; After I’d stopped vomiting, I’d immediately started to exit along with the rest of the auditorium.
As I was looking for Bowe and Elise, I’d gotten jostled and lost my shoe.
When I’d stood up after righting my shoe, it was to find myself face to face with Troy, who’d taken a hold of my hand in an impossible to break grip, and bodily dragged me away.
What stopped me from screaming my head off was the gun that he had stabbed into my side.
I followed with him down the side of the auditorium, the complete opposite side that everyone was running towards, and tried to catch the eye of anyone I passed.
However, they were too focused on getting out.
The room around us was smoky, and looked like it was getting worse by the second.
He pulled me along with him, yanking my arm so hard that I thought for sure it’d fall off on his next yank, and I had to stifle a cry.
The next yank came when I protested going into the hallway that was dark and looked like it was filled with even more smoke than where we’d just come out of.
The moment the door was closed behind us, I broke free of him by stabbing my three-inch heels into his foot and started running.
With the darkness of the hallway, and the smoke that was rising up from somewhere beyond the darkness, I completely missed the step that led up, and immediately face-planted.
What kept me going, though, was the pounding of boots at my back and the hoarse curses of Troy as he easily caught up with me.
The light above me turned on, and I cringed when I was no longer cloaked in the darkness.
I started crawling across the floor toward a classroom door, and realized that I couldn’t breathe. My breaths were burning in my chest.
The strange thing, though?
I could fucking see. The smoke, although thick, wasn’t enough to hinder my vision. Only enough to make it hard to breathe.
My elbows and hands burned like a mother fucker from my fall, and it took everything I had in me not to start bawling as I continued to move.
This was not how I had envisioned my graduation day going.
The sound of pounding boots got closer.
“No, I do not think so,” Troy laughed evilly from behind me and caught my foot before I could make it any further. “I never said you could go.”
I whimpered and rolled over onto my back, tears of frustration filling my eyes as I thought about everything I would lose if Troy won.
Which led to him dragging me again.
He pulled me into the room I’d tried to escape from earlier, sat me down in a chair and tied me up. Once assured that I was in place and couldn’t leave it, he immediately picked up a red plastic gas can and started to spread gasoline around me and my chair in a wide arc.
A loud boom shook the building, and this time I managed to stay awake and aware. This boom wasn’t like the other boom.
My questions must’ve shown on my face, because Troy gladly explained.
“Did you know you can look up how to make a bomb on the Internet?” he asked as he placed the gas can down next to my feet.
That was a fucking bomb?
The smell of the gasoline fumes filled the air, and I had to bite back my nausea in order not to puke on myself.
It wasn’t likely that there was anything left in my belly, but it would be my luck that I did and it’d land all over me.
“You can also buy everything you need to make it around town,” he grinned. “The feed store has a really nice fertilizer that worked great for my purposes.”
I remained silent; my brain, however, was working double time.
Could I get out of here without hurting myself too badly?
One tug on my hands at my back, though, had me realizing that wasn’t going to happen.
He’d tied them so tightly that I could barely move them.
“If I knew I could get money out of being with you, I would’ve kept you instead of chasing after and marrying the bitch,” Troy hissed.
“What money are you talking about?” I asked in confusion. “I don’t have any money.”
“Your dad won the lottery, you dipshit.” Troy looked at me like I was more stupid than he thought. “He bought you a house. Only after he found out I got you pregnant and dropped you, though. Stupid. So stupid.”
He wasn’t making any sense.
None.
“Troy,” I tried again. “Maybe we can take this outside where the building isn’t burning down around us.”
It was burning down, too.
There was smoke. More and more of it every minute that we sat here and spoke about stupid things.
He tossed me an evil look, then disappeared out into the hallway, coming back moments later with a barely conscious Jade in his arms.
He propped her up beside me, and then smiled at the two of us.
“I always wanted sisters,” he grinned manically.
I refused to respond to that.
We weren’t sisters.
We were as far away from sisters as we could be.
“So … what now?” I asked, a cough starting up in my throat.
“Now we wait.”
“Wait for what?” I asked in confusion.
He smiled but didn’t respond.
And I had my answer minutes later.
Chapter 24
If violence isn’t solving the problem, you’re not using it right.
-Fact of Life
Bowe
“Here,” I helped Ariel up into my seat in the fire truck. “Stay here with Elise. Don’t leave. I’ll find your mom and sister. Okay?”
Ariel followed my instructions and reached for Elise.
I handed her over, reluctantly, grabbed my gear off the floor by her feet, and closed the door.
I knew Elise would be okay with Ariel. What I didn’t know was if Angie was safe.
“Flash bangs,” I walked up to the command tent set up on the other side of our truck, and froze when I heard Booth’s words. “That was what those sounds were.”
“That last one wasn’t a flash bang, though,” I pointed out, gesturing to the back of the auditorium.
“You’re not going in there yet,” Chief Shepherd ordered.
I looked over at the man I respected above all others, and let him know exactly what I thought about his orders.
I shoved my feet into the bottoms of my bunker gear, then followed it up by shrugging on my jacket.
“You can try to stop me, of course, but you won’t be able to.” I reached for my SCBA—self-contained breathing apparatus—and tucked it under one arm.
The chief only watched me as I continued to dress.
And without another word, the rest of my crew got theirs on, too.
My heart started to pound.
I knew I couldn’t ask them to do this.
I shouldn’t.
But after a cursory count, we were missing more than a hundred people.
If a hundred people were in that building with a freakin’ psycho, I would’ve thought about it first.
But they weren’t just in there with a psycho. They were in there with a fire bug who also happened to be a psycho. If we waited too long, there would be no building left to go into, and the chief knew that.
“Every one of you that go in there will be written up,” Chief Shepherd reached for his turn out gear as well.
My heart jumped.
He was coming with us.
A second engine pulled into the busy lot, and people started to scatter to allow the rig room to move.
They stopped directly beside us, and Chief Shepherd pointed in the direction where they should park.
“There’s a hookup on the south side of the building,” he shrugged into his coat.
The other engine pulled around the lot to the fire hydrant, and I grabbed my things.
“Keep someone with you at least,” Chief Shepherd growled.
I looked at Booth who was already at my side.
“Sure
thing, Cap.” And we were off.
I was happy to find that the building, although filled with smoke, wasn’t fully involved yet. The only fire I could see as I made my way inside was where the explosion must’ve originated.
Which was right at the entrance.
There was a lot of smoke and dust that filled the air, but nothing to the extent that I worried for the integrity of the building.
Unfortunately, the smoke was thick enough that it would and did kill people every single day.
Smoke was sometimes more deadly than the actual fire itself.
“We’ll take left,” PD said from beside me.
I gave him a thumb up and moved right, scanning the aisles and rows of seats for anyone left behind.
After finding no one, I gestured to the side hallway.
“They must’ve taken the side exits,” I guessed. “It’s clear in here.”
Booth nodded and gestured that he would go first into the hallway.
Before we could get all the way in, though, someone came out, coughing and sputtering.
“Whoa,” I caught him before he could fall completely. “Careful.”
That’s when I realized it was Angie’s father.
He look distressed, and my heart started to race.
“My daughter, Jade.” He gasped in huge pulls of air. “My daughter Jade is in there with her husband. He’s hurting her. Has her tied up.”
My breath stalled in my chest.
“Go out and tell that to the big blonde man under the command tent,” I pushed him away. “Tell him Bowe and Booth are going in.”
The moment he limped/ran away, Booth turned to me.
“I thought all graduates were accounted for,” Booth said with confusion.
“Me, too.”
That’d been the only reason I wasn’t freaking out right now.
Knowing Angie was safe and outside had left me feeling well enough to go inside. I might not have seen her, but with a few of the teachers saying all students and personnel were accounted for, I’d definitely felt a lot better about not actually laying eyes on her.
Now, though, questions started running through my brain.
If they missed one, then they could’ve surely missed two.
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