Page 7 of Silver Fox Firefighters Next Door

My own hands were a blur between us as I worked at the buttons on his shirt. When I couldn’t get them, I tugged the sides apart and buttons went flying in every direction. His bare chest was right there for me to touch, though, so I didn’t care about the buttons. I didn’t care about anything. I pressed my hands to his tanned skin and moaned into his mouth. I raked my fingers down his chest and rolled my hips over him at the feel of his coarse chest hair and flat nipples under my palms.

“Fuck.” Tate gripped the bottom of my shirt and tugged at it, pulling the fabric up and over my head when I broke away from his mouth for as long as it took. His hands cupped my breasts and his calloused thumbs rubbed my hard nipples through the thin bra I had on.

I could feel his hardness pinned under me as I rolled my hips and I used it to get the friction I needed. He growled and dragged his mouth away from mine to press open-mouthed kisses down my throat and over my chest. Wrapping his arms around me, he pulled me back enough to capture my right nipple in his mouth. He sucked hard and I clutched his head and cried out at the sensation. He sucked through my bra, leaving a wet spot when he moved to my other nipple.

“Off.” Tate glanced up at me, his blue eyes blazing, and licked his lips. “Take it off.”

I fiddled with the hook for barely a second before I just yanked the thing over my head, bruising the skin of my arms in the process. Before I could even toss the bra away, Tate’s mouth was on me again. His tongue teased my nipples before his teeth brought out a sharp pleasure I’d never experienced before. The stinging ache of his bite became a vibrating line of pleasure straight to my core.

I ran my hand down his chest and gripped his waist tight as I continued to roll my body over his, taking just as much pleasure as he was giving. Arching my back to give him more access to my breasts, I braced myself with one hand on his knee behind me and the other I wrapped around his neck. Grinding my clit into his denim covered hardness felt more important than breathing as I hurtled closer and closer to the edge.

Tate groaned against my chest and then leaned back to look at me. His eyes ravenously moved over my body and settled on my eyes. Biting his bottom lip, he moved one hand to cup my breast. “Don’t stop until you come, Eve. I want to see you do it.”

My entire body erupted in hot tingles at his words. The expression on his face made his command easy to follow. I couldn’t stop. I was chasing a high I never wanted to come down from. I gasped for breath and moaned his name.

Tate roughly teased my nipple as his body tensed. He was going to come, too. Knowing he was going to come in his pants because of me brought a smirk to my mouth. Tate saw it and bucked his hips up at me, throwing off my rhythm. “Come, Eve.”

My body tightened all over as pressure built in me. I threw my head back and sank my teeth into my lip hard to contain a scream as the bubble burst. Liquid heat coursed through my veins as my core clenched and my clit throbbed. When my movements slowed, Tate’s hands gripped my hips and he used my body to get himself off, the same way I had his. Through pleasure hazed eyes I watched his face as he came and I used the rest of my strength to stretch forward and kiss him.

My orgasm lingered and my clit pulsed in time with my heartbeat as every brush of my body over Tate’s sent another shiver through me. I panted against his mouth and then sank deeper into him with my mouth coming to rest at his neck. He smelled like soap and the sun and the melted part of my brain wanted to know if he’d taste like the ocean.

Tate groaned at the feeling of my tongue on his neck. His hands pressed into my back, holding me tightly against him and I could feel his heart thumping against mine. He moaned my name and slowly began stroking his hands up and down my back as we both caught our breath.

I wasn’t sure I’d ever been so relaxed in a man’s arms and with that thought came an unwelcome wave of fear and guilt. Swallowing both down as deep as I could, I sat up and slowly untangled myself from Tate. I held my arm across my chest as I searched for my shirt.

“Eve.” Tate’s voice was tinged with an edge of frustration. “Don’t freak out.”

I grabbed my shirt off Grandpa’s recliner, felt a wave of shame over the close proximity of what I’d done next that recliner, and kept my gaze anywhere but on Tate. “I’m not freaking out.”

He stood up and I could see him trying to button his shirt from the corner of my eye. “Damn. This was my favorite shirt.”

Yanking my shirt over my head, I pulled my hair from under the neckline and blew out a deep breath. “I’m not freaking out. I’m not. But you have to go.”

“Yep. I figured that was coming.” Instead of leaving, he walked toward me and gripped my waist, refusing to budge until I looked up at him. When I did, I saw he was smiling at me. “I didn’t mean for that to happen but I sure as hell am not going to apologize for it.”

I felt like a bug being drawn to a bright light as I stared into his eyes, too stupid to look away to avoid being zapped. “You don’t need to.”

“Did you ever do the rodeo circuit?” His lips tipped up in a wider smile. “If not, you should’ve. You would’ve been a fucking brilliant bull rider.”

My jaw went slack and my lips parted as his words registered. I made a shocked laugh sound and then shook my head while pushing him away. “Goodbye, Tate.”

“Not goodbye, Eve. See you later.” He left whistling a tune like he’d just been out for a stroll. Knowing he’d made a mess in his pants didn’t even take away from how attractive he was.

I retreated to my room and thought about calling Billie but I didn’t. My head was full of loud thoughts and I needed to get them sorted before I talked to anyone else. Especially since the loudest of my thoughts was shock at my behavior and guilt over a relationship that ended a year earlier.

CHAPTER 7

Eve

I woke with a start early the next morning to the sound of a saw buzzing outside and something being hammered inside. I blinked at the blinding sun coming in through my windows and frowned. What time was it? I grabbed my phone and squinted at the digital clock displayed there. It was nearly noon. I thought about the mess I’d left in the kitchen and whether or not it was Grandpa banging around in the cabin and dread filled me. It didn’t matter if I was ten or fifty, the idea of Grandpa knowing I wasn’t a virgin sent a jolt of fear through me. He’d never been one of those purity pushing parents but he’d been serious about me not messing around with idiots, as he liked to call most of the boys and men I’d ever brought around.

I yanked on my robe and ran from my room to see Tate and Aiden standing by the front door, their shirts off and tool belts slung around their hips. I stopped short at the sight of all that tanned skin slick with sweat. My mouth watered and my body heat instantly shot through the roof.

I must’ve made a noise because they both turned to face me at the same time. I clutched my robe tight and spotted the alien dick on the floor between us as I dropped my eyes away from their chests. Panic seized me and I jerked into action. I all but dove on top of the dildo and rushed to push the trash down where the others were. Tying the bag off quickly, I pulled it out of the can and held it without really knowing what to do next. I’d have to go past Tate and Aiden to get the bag out of the house.

Tate walked over and took the bag. “Good morning, Eve. I’ll toss this for you.”

I squeaked out an answer as I backed away. “Morning. Morning. I’m just going to… I should get dressed.”

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