Page 94 of Deck the Fire Halls

He was just the absolute sweetest.

“It’ll be fine. I can do it. I’ll think of... something. No clue what, but I’ll think of something.” I sighed, softly kissing his lips one more time. “A whole week, huh?”

He nodded. “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” I said again. “If anyone understands shift work and crazy hours, it’s me.”

He finally smiled. “Yeah. And then I get five full days off in a row.”

“Every month?”

“Yep.”

“So, if you can’t come by my house at midnight for a whole week, then you get to spend five days making up for it.”

He gave me a filthy smirk. “Oh yes.”

“I really hope those days line up with my days off,” I added. “Then you can do to me over and over what you did to me last night.”

He chuckled. “Oh, believe me, I have no problem with that.”

I was half tempted to take him back to bed right then and there, or sink to my knees, but decided to feed the man instead.

“Breakfast,” I said, turning back to the eggs. “You distract me far too easily. I swear, I’ve had more sex thislast week than I’ve had in the last three years, and I still want more. It’s absurd. I haven’t been this horny since I was seventeen years old and found the editorial locker room photo shoot of the all-star hockey team in a sports magazine.”

He laughed. “Was that your awakening?”

“Partly. I knew I liked guys before that, and I’d relieved myself of many an erection to the images of guys, but that photo shoot?” I shook my head slowly. “Was the first time I’d really thought about not what I wanted to do with a man but what I wantedhimto do tome.” I gave him a smirk over my shoulder. “If you get what I mean.”

“Oh, I believe I do, yes. You saw all those jacked-up men and finally imagined what it’d be like to get railed.”

I laughed. “Thoroughly.”

He chuckled. “My true awakening was high school gym class. Naked guys in the shower. Kinda knew then that I wanted to be the one that does the railing.”

I let my head fall back. “And my god, you do it so well.”

Soren groaned. “Yeah, we really should change the subject or we can forget breakfast.”

I looked at the eggs I was still whisking and, showing a willpower I didn’t know I possessed, poured them into the frying pan. Soren made more coffee and toast, and we, at least, made it through eating before I turned him around in his seat at the table and kneeled between his legs.

I sucked him dry, and when he left for work, he insisted I leave the door unlocked again.

Which I did.

And I tried to stay awake for him, but sometime after midnight, I fell asleep and woke up around 3:00 a.m. to him pinned to my back, sound asleep.

The next night he’d planned to make it up to me but he didn’t get home until after one. “Sorry,” he whispered when I stirred. “Car accident.”

I alerted, and all those years of sleeping in a cot at the hospital between emergency shifts kicked in. I sat up, ready to go. “How many occupants? Any injuries? Where are the?—”

“Hey,” he soothed me, urging me back down. “It’s all okay. Two occupants, both taken to Mossley hospital. Just a lot of road clean-up.” He shivered. “They were lucky.”

Realizing the night he’d had, I put my arms around him and pulled him to my chest. Hoping he felt the comfort he needed, the security.

Everything I wished I’d had this last decade after terrible nights at work but never had.

I kissed the top of his head. “Go to sleep,” I murmured.

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