Page 32 of Silver Fox Firefighters Next Door

He grinned. “Fuck yeah, you are.”

He shoved my shirt up around my throat and went back to my nipples. He sucked and bit until I begged him for more. Only when I’d begged him over and over again did he lift his hips long enough to pull his cock out and yank my shorts and underwear to the side. When he sank his full length into me, I felt the rough denim of his pants bite into my inner thighs and a deep pleasure that made my toes curl.

“Yes! Aiden!” I wanted to grab him but all I could do was lie there and take him.

He gripped my thighs and held them tight as he fucked me. He drove into me like he’d die if he didn’t. His eyes bore into mine as he took me hard. “Say it again, Evie.”

I tipped my head back and moaned through my teeth. “I’m yours!”

“Again!” My bed slammed into the wall behind it and creaked like it would collapse at any minute. He pumped into me harder and faster, gritting his teeth as he stared down at me. “Louder, Evie!”

“Yours!” I screamed as an orgasm exploded through me, tearing me to pieces and setting me ablaze. Pleasure pulsed through me in waves and left me breathless. I felt Aiden coming inside me and felt him locking his arms around me before collapsing on top of me. He anchored me to the bed as I came apart, his weight and warmth never letting me forget who was there with me.

Aiden reached up after a few minutes and untied my good hand. Lifting his head to look it over, he glanced at me and his lips lifted in a tired smile. “I’m sleeping here.”

His high-handedness should’ve annoyed me but I felt too good to fight him. I wrapped my arm around his shoulders and stroked his back. “I don’t care.”

“You’re mine, Eve.” He pressed his mouth to my shoulder and sighed. “Evie.”

Hearing him whisper the softer version of my name sent a shiver through me. I liked it. Too much. However, that was a problem for a different day.

CHAPTER 25

Nash

I knocked on Eve’s door and stepped back. She’d ignored me the night before but I wasn’t going anywhere until I saw her. I knew Aiden had eventually gotten in and spent the night with her and I was glad she’d let one of us in. I would’ve preferred if it’d been me, but I’d take what I could get.

I heard her on the other side of the door and sighed when she didn’t open it right away. “I’m not leaving until you open the door, Eve.”

After a few more seconds, the door opened and Eve stepped back. “Just barge on in.”

I stepped inside and pushed the door shut behind me. Eve was already walking away from me, her ass swaying as she went. In tiny shorts and a t-shirt, she looked edible. “How’s your hand?”

She put the island between us and frowned down at her bandaged hand. “Aiden wrapped it up before he left this morning. It’s annoying. I can’t work with my hand like this.”

“Want me to look at it?” I allowed her to keep the space between us but all I wanted was to pull her into my chest.

“Will you let me leave it uncovered?”

“Nope.”

She groaned. “Then I don’t want you to look at it.”

I smiled. “How are you doing, other than trying to set yourself on fire?”

“I didn’t try to set myself on fire. I helped put the fire out. I could’ve taken your job yesterday.” She bit her lip to fight a smile and then turned away when it was clear she was losing that fight. “Do you want something to drink?”

“I can’t stay. I have to go to the job you could’ve taken. I just wanted to check on you.” I walked around the island and stopped in front of her. Our feet were inches apart and she stretched her neck back to look up at me. “You didn’t tell me how you’re doing. What we did, it can be overwhelming. I just want to make sure you’re okay, Eve.”

A small smile stretched her mouth as she looked down. “I’m okay. I might’ve panicked a little yesterday but it’s fine.”

“Aiden said your ex was calling you over and over again.” I frowned and cleared my throat. I wasn’t going to act like a jealous prick. That wasn’t our thing. We didn’t get jealous because we had no claim over the women we slept with. It was all temporary.

“Aiden is a gossip.” She absently fiddled with the front of my t-shirt, running her fingers over the material. “I haven’t talked to my ex in months. When I came home yesterday, he’d texted me and it threw me for a loop.”

“Do you still have feelings for him?” I had no right to ask. I should’ve shut up and just left for work.

“Does it matter?” Her eyes met mine and I saw the challenge in them. She was quietly calling me on my bullshit.

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