“Jesus,” he hissed. “Your new job sucks.”
“I got my truck,” Doom said as he put a new lock on her door. “You can ride with me.”
Shutter glared at Doom’s back, but he’d have to get the fuck over it because ever since her second emergency call about a motorcycle accident, Catalina had sworn off getting on the back of mine. And she trusted me with her life, so there was no way in hell she was gonna get on the back of anyone else’s.
“Thanks, bud,” Catalina said. “I’ll go pack a bag.”
“We’re not done with this conversation, seester,” I called to her back.
“Yes, we are broooother,” she retorted, and disappeared into her bedroom.
I helped Doom with the door while Shutter paced for about five minutes before storming back to Cat’s room.
“We’re good,” Doom said, rising to his feet and testing the door. It closed and locked, so at least Cat’s place would be secure until we could figure something else out.
Silas walked back toward us carrying a duffel bag, with Cat following, coat and purse in hand. “I have an early shift tomorrow,” she said. “I want your bed, NoNo.”
I nodded. “Yeah, that’s fine. I can make other plans.”
She jabbed a finger at Silas. “You owe me a shot of tequila.”
He grinned. “I can do that.”
Cat sighed. “Let’s go then.”
“Doc’ll want to look at that eye,” Doom warned.
“He’ll find it’s just bruised.”
“I’m gonna follow you back,” I said. “Make sure you’re settled.”
Catalina nodded and we filed out of her apartment.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Posey
BANGING ON MY front door had me shooting off my sofa with a squeak. “Shit.” I checked the peep hole and pulled open the door. “I thought you were going to text me.”
“I fuckin’ did,” Shadow growled, pushing inside. “I thought something was wrong.”
I frowned, picking up my phone and sighing. “Phone’s dead.” I bit my lip. “Sorry.”
His expression softened and he leaned down to kiss me. “Charge your phone.”
“Yes, sir.” I tugged on his vest. “I really am sorry I worried you.”
“I appreciate that.”
“Do you want to talk about the emergency?”
“Let me grab the bags, then I’ll fill you in.”
“Bags?” I asked.
“I stopped at the store.”
“You did?”
“Yeah.” He grinned. “Be right back.”
“Do you need help?”
“Nope, I’m good.”
He walked out the door, returning with three full grocery bags which he sat on the counter. I helped him pull everything out, glancing over at him as I set the beer in the fridge. “Did you leave anything in the store?”
Shadow chuckled. “Couldn’t buy any fresh meat due to your stove situation, but figured we’d improvise.”
“We, huh?”
“Hell yeah.” He slid his arm around me and tugged me close. “You got any issues with that?”
“Um…”
“What?”
“Before we move forward with anything, you need to know I just got out of a really seriously fucked up relationship. We were together for three years, we lived together for two, then he cheated, and quite honestly, I should have left him earlier, but I was tired. He wore me the fuck down, so I just had no fight in me. His affair was a relief because I finally had a legitimate reason to dump his ass.”
“But he’s still callin’ you.”
“I block him, he just gets a new phone, and I block him again. It’s a dance we do. He’s a pain in the ass, and he left me with some baggage that may or may not get unpacked in the next lifetime, so I figured you should know.”
Shadow grinned.
“Why are you smiling?”
“Because you’re fuckin’ adorable when you’re melting down.”
“This ain’t no meltdown, bud. You gotta earn the right to see that.”
“Yeah? And how do I earn it?”
“Time.” I patted his chest. “So much time.”
He dropped his head back and laughed before kissing me. “Challenge accepted.”
“Sucker.”
He kissed me again and we finished putting away the rest of the groceries. Once we were done, he grabbed a couple of beers and pulled me onto the sofa beside him.
“My sister had a bad date.”
I frowned. “That was the emergency?”
“No. The emergency was the asshole trying to rape her in her apartment.”
I gasped. “Holy crap, seriously?”
“Yeah.”
“Did you deal with him?”
“Fuck yeah I did.”
I squeezed his thigh. “Good.”
“So did she.”
“She did?”
“Yeah. Direct shot with her knee to his dick.”
“Good for her.” I bit my lip. “Still, that must have been terrifying.”
“Yeah, it was.”
“One of my biggest fears.”
“Understandable.”
I turned to face him. “Then, why aren’t you with her?”
“She’s at the club, tucked into my bed, and protected by thirty or so bikers. I waited until she was asleep before I hit the store.”
“Was she okay with you leaving?”
“She told me if I didn’t leave, she’d never speak to me again. And I had to think about it for a minute.” I pushed his thigh with my foot, and he laughed.
“Are you always that mean to her?”
“I plead the fifth.”
“She was really okay?” I asked.
“Yeah, she was really okay,” he assured. “What else are you afraid of?”
“Heights, small spaces, spiders. I think all the normal things.” I cocked my head. “You?”
“Mine are more fears of the emotional kind. My sister hurt. One of my brothers, that type of thing, but nothing physical.”
“I suppose that makes you a good firefighter.”
“Not sure about that, but it makes the job easier for me.” He squeezed my calf and it felt so good I practically purred. He raised an eyebrow. “You sore?”
“A little, yeah.”
“You got lotion?”
I let out a quiet gasp. “Are you going to rub my feet?”
“Well I’m not asking so I can fuck your ass… yet.”
I snorted out a laugh.
He removed his hands. “Unless you don’t want a ma—”
I scrambled off the sofa. “I’ve got the real stuff. Be right back.”
I rushed into my bathroom and grabbed my massage oil, changing into a pair of shorts before heading back to the living room.
Shadow walked out of my kitchen, another beer in his hand, and he grinned. “You got gorgeous legs, baby.”
I bit my lip. “Are they going to distract you from your task?”
“Never given anyone a massage, Posey, but I figure you can guide me. And I don’t know whether or not your fuckin’ killer legs’ll distract me, but I’m willin’ to give it a shot.”
I raised the bottle of oil slightly, the air whooshing when the towel I’d brought waved with my motion. “I’m willing to let you, because it’s been an age since anyone’s done that for me.”
“You gotta practice self-care,” he bossed, taking the oil from me and flopping back on the sofa. He removed the rings he wore, and laid the towel over his legs, then patted the cushion beside him.
I settled myself on my back, sliding my legs over his thighs… and that’s when the magic began. Good god, his hands were like heaven.
But he suddenly stopped, and I leaned up on my elbows. His eyes were closed, and he was taking long, slow breaths. “You’re done already?”
“You keep makin’ those noises, honey, and I’m not gonna be able to contain myself.”
I sighed,
flopping back onto the sofa. “Sorry. You’re just really good.”
“I’m good at other things as well,” he informed me. “But I’d like to finish this first so you can handle the exercise I’m gonna put you through later.”
I shivered, closing my eyes and forcing myself not to squeak.
Or moan.
Or whimper.
It was almost impossible.
Then he started on my feet, and I lost my mind.
“Babe,” he breathed out, and I was up.
I was up and on him like flies on a rib roast. I ripped the towel off his lap and straddled him, taking his face in my hands, and leaning down to kiss him. His fingers dug into the softness of my ass and squeezed, before sliding up under my shorts and pressing against my pussy.
“Bedroom,” I ordered. “Now.”
He stood, lifting me with him, and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me down the hall. His lips never left mine and all I could think about was how strong he was and that I wanted to kiss him forever.
“Nolan,” I rasped.
“Right here, beautiful.”
I buried my face in his neck. “I can’t get close enough.”
“Let’s fix that,” he said, setting me gently on my bed. His hand pressed gently on my sternum had me falling back. Within seconds, my shorts were slid down my legs, panties and all.
“Spread, sweetheart.”
I arched my knees, set my feet flat on the mattress, then I spread and was rewarded with his mouth on my pussy and gentle sucks to my clit. I slid a leg over his shoulder and arched into his mouth as he applied pressure to my clit with his tongue, then sucked again. Suddenly, he kissed the inside of each thigh and met my eyes.
“Don’t think I can wait to be inside you, baby,” he warned.
“Then, don’t.”
“Shirt and bra off,” he ordered, and I did that while he removed his clothes.
As soon as his shirt came off, I let out a quiet whimper of need. Jesus, he was delicious. He had a dog skull with flames behind it tattooed on his right pec, the firefighter emblem on his left. His right bicep up to the shoulder was covered with flames and a ‘Dogs of Fire’ banner across his abdomen.
His extremely muscular abdomen.
“You look like Thor. If Thor wasn’t so weird looking,” I blurted out.
He raised an eyebrow as he kicked off his jeans. “You think Chris Hemsworth is weird looking?”
I noticed the evidence of his erection pressing against his black boxer briefs and I licked my lips. We were getting distracted, but I still said, “Hell, yes, I think Chris Hemsworth is weird looking. His eyes are way too close together and the only time I thought he was hot was when he was fat Thor.”
Shadow burst out in laughter. “You were into fat Thor?”
“Well, no, not into. He was just better looking as fat Thor. I’m a Chris Evans gal all the way. Cap will always be my man. And Robert Downey, Jr., of course. Who doesn’t need a Tony Stark in their life?”
“Or a Pepper Potts,” he returned as he hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his boxers.
I bit my lip and leaned up on my elbows.
“Slowly,” I ordered, and he chuckled.
“You sure you’re ready for the thunder?”
I couldn’t stop a snort. “If you’ve got thunder in your unders, you may need to see a doctor.”
“Thunder in my unders? We may need to trademark that.”
“Just get your damn panties off already,” I hissed.
He roared with laughter even as he slid his boxers down, finally, fucking finally, releasing his cock.
“Thunder, indeed,” I rasped, as he hovered over me.
“Gonna glove up, then I’m gonna fuck you, baby. You’ll need to tell me if it’s too much, because I’m about to bust.”
I raised up slightly, running my tongue over his top lip. “Bring it.”
He rolled a condom on, then hovered his cock at my entrance. “Ready?”
I slid my hands to his face and stroked his jaw. “Absolutely.”
He grinned, sliding slowly in, letting out a quiet hiss. “You’re so tight. Jesus, so sweet.”
I raised my hips taking him deeper, gripping his biceps for balance. “More, honey.”
He buried himself to the hilt and I wrapped my legs around his waist, pressing my heel into his ass, urging him to move.
“Fuck,” he whispered and then he thrust deep, and I thought I might lose my mind.
He continued to thrust deep, slowly at first, then faster and faster until I gripped his scalp and, in the process, pulled his hair free from the rubber band holding it back. Jesus, that’s when I came. As his hair slid over us like a curtain, brushing along my sensitive skin, I could no longer hold back my climax, crying out his name as an orgasm rushed over me.
It was captivating.
It was awe-inspiring and a little terrifying.
It was absolute perfection.
He thrust twice more, then he let out a quiet grunt, before kissing me gently and rolling us so we were facing each other but still connected.
“‘Oh captain, my captain,’” I breathed out, and Shadow grinned.
“Wrong movie.”
I smiled, sliding his hair back, then running my finger over his bottom lip. “You are seriously amazing.”
“Ditto, baby.” He kissed me again. “Just wait until I can actually process enough to take my time.”
“You’re saying this will be better next time?”
“Hell yeah, it’ll be better.”
“I don’t know if I can handle better,” I admitted.
“Give me a second. I’m gonna get rid of the rubber.”
He slid out of me gently, heading to the bathroom and returning with a warm washcloth and settling it between my legs.
Sliding under the covers, he pulled me against him and wrapped an arm tightly around my waist. “It’s gonna suck not stayin’ here tomorrow night.”
“Yeah,” I breathed out. “Want me to bring cookies by the station?”
“You don’t have an oven.”
“Don’t know how to bake cookies, either, but I could buy some.”
He kissed my temple. “Nah, we always have fresh baked goods on hand. The community likes to thank us on a pretty regular basis.”
“Just how many gorgeous women do you have parading into the station half-naked with baked goods?” I demanded.
“None. We never have gorgeous women parading into the station with baked goods. They’re always troll-like. Warts, ratty hair, somewhat green complected.”
I snorted. “Nice save.”
He rolled me so he was above me and rubbed his nose against mine. “I don’t share, Posey, and I don’t cheat. You will never have to worry about that.”
“Same, honey.”
“You want to explore this with me?”
“Be exclusive?”
His finger stroked the apple of my cheek. “Yeah.”
“You don’t think it’s too soon?”
“Do you think it’s too soon?”
“I asked you first,” I sassed.
His lips twitched. “No, I don’t think it’s too soon. I like you, Posey.”
“You like the outside Posey.”
“You don’t think I see the inside?”
“You haven’t known me long enough to see all the bad,” I admitted.
“Why do you go straight to the bad, baby?”
I shrugged. “I’m a lot, Nolan.”
“You’re enough, Posey.”
“I’m too much.”
“Bullshit,” he hissed, leaning down to kiss me. “Quit.”
“You’ll see,” I whispered.
“I won’t fuckin’ see, Posey. You need to quit.”
“You’re already seeing,” I hissed.
“Jesus,” he ground out, but he smiled. “You’re gonna push me to the limit. I can tell.”
“You might want to cut your losses.”
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nbsp; “Posey, I like this. I like your sass, I like your ridiculousness, I like your drama. What I don’t like is you saying negative shit about yourself. But we’re gonna work on that. I’ll fuck it out of you if I have to.”
I let out a quiet snort and he kissed me.
“Nolan, you’re gonna get sick of—”
He kissed me again.
“You need to listen—”
Another kiss, this time with tongue.
“Seriously?” I bit out, which awarded me another kiss.
“You need more?” he challenged.
I wrinkled my nose.
“Posey?” he pressed.
“I haven’t decided yet.”
He grinned, kissing me again. “I’m hungry.”
“It’s midnight.”
“Doesn’t mean I’m not hungry,” he said, throwing the covers back. “You want a sandwich?”
“Are you making it?”
He pulled on jeans, commando. “Baby, you burned your kitchen down when you tried to cook a box, of course, I’m making it.”
“I didn’t try to cook—oh, forget it. Yes, a sandwich would be good, thanks.”
He grinned, pulling his hair back into a rubber band, then walking out the door.
CHAPTER NINE
Shadow
POSEY HAD A full day, so I kissed her at her car and forced a smile even though I hadn’t wanted to leave her bed.
“Four?” she asked.
“Four.”
“Okay, honey, I’ll see you then.”
“Drive safe,” I ordered, and she smiled.
“No, I’m gonna run my car into a tree.”
Sliding my hand to her neck, I tugged her gently forward. “Love that sass, Posey.”
“For now.”
I kissed her with a growl. “Quit.”
She grinned, indicating she was busting my balls, and gripped my leather. “Have a good day.”
I kissed her again and then waited for her to climb into her car and drive away before taking off to the barn.
I pulled up to the club and parked, walking inside to find my sister and a couple of the old ladies playing games with the kids.
“Looks like a party,” I said, and Kinsey and Alfie came running to me.
“Uncle Shadow!” they squealed in girlie stereo.
“Shouldn’t you be in school?” I admonished as they wrapped their arms around my waist.
“In-service day,” they said, and I gave them a squeeze.
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