Page 11 of Always Heated

“This tight cunt was made for me. I can’t wait to fill you and watch my cum drip out of your?—”

I can’t stop imagining Travis. After shaking out my hands and several “woo-sah” breathing exercises, I imagine Zack above me, pinning my arms over my head and driving into me hard and fast. I quiet any voices and let myself feel.

It doesn’t work.

As I come hard on my hand thinking about a man I absolutely shouldn’t, my bedding soaked beneath me, I hear a faint click of a door. Seeing as I locked my front door, there’s absolutely no reason why my best friend should be entering my bedroom with my pussy on display, and my fingers still inside me. Yet, here we are.

“Ingrid! What are you doing?” There’s no use in covering up now, even with my compromising position.

She shields her eyes with her hand as she looks away. “I thought we were doing coffee! If I fucked up the days, I’m sorry, but can you please put your pussy away?”

I slide off the bed and find a comfortable top and a pair of white and black buffalo plaid pajama pants, slipping them on. “I’m no longer naked. What’s up?”

Ingrid peeks through two fingers, then drops her hand from her face when she sees I’m clothed. “I told you; we were supposed to have coffee. Did you at least come?”

“Yes,” I grumble, shouldering past her to my kitchen. She follows. “I will not be ashamed of my self-care.”

“And I will never shame you. I am, however, considering returning my key, or at least knocking.”

As I prep a cup of coffee for her with a pod in my machine, I insist, “You aren’t returning my key. I’m sorry if I mixed up the days.”

Ingrid places a hand on my shoulder and I flinch. “Whoa, are you sure you came, because you’re a bit on edge.”

Distracting myself with pulling mugs from the cupboard, I admit, “I’m sorry. I’m a little off today.” I leave out that I was thinking about Travis, but Ingrid knows me better than myself most days. It’s only a matter of time before she pries it out of me.

“Is that so?” She hums with a light chuckle. “Were you touching yourself, thinking about a hot firefighter?”

Fuck, that was fast.

“Ingrid!” I screech, pivoting to face her. “Need I remind you, I’m an engaged woman.”

“That may be, but you’re red as a tomato, and I caught you with your hand between your legs. It’s okay to fantasize, but you need to own up to the fact you’re interested in someone other than our favorite veterinarian.”

“Not true,” I fib.

“Whatever.” She rolls her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. “Are you and Zack coming to breakfast on Sunday?”

“At Pop’s?” I ask, turning to face her coffee that can’t brew fast enough. “Yeah, why?”

“Because Travis will be there… with Ashlyn.”

Ingrid’s trying to get a rise out of me. Ashlyn and Travis are friends, and I have my own suspicions about who she mightbe interested in. For the past few years, she’s been sneaking around with someone, and it’s definitely not Travis.

I slide her mug over and begin preparing my own coffee, trying to keep my voice even as I confirm, “We’re all just friends. I don’t know why you would bring it up.”

She pours creamer into her cup and teases, “Because you’re in love with my husband’s best friend.”

travis

. . .

As I pivot the ladder, my iron, Alfonso, shoots straight into the flames. It has to be hot as balls up there as the blaze continues to fight us for several hours, until two engines from Linton pull alongside me. It’s a smaller fire, but it’s refusing to budge. After what feels like eternity, we’re finally at ten percent containment. We let out a collective sigh of relief as a few water scoopers fly overhead toward the lake. Once they dump a few rounds, the wind changes and the two Linton engines leave to assist on the other side.

It takes us three fucking days to put this damn thing out. While our job is done for now, the dozers and masticators should be here in the next day or so. My buddy is in charge of the containment lines. He’s understaffed, so a few of us will be back here to help the construction crew.

Back at the station, I’m greeted by Cay and Inferno. My pup rushes to me the moment I’m in view and I drop to my knees to wrap my arms around him. “Were you a good boy while I was gone?”

Caleb chuckles, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “He was a pain in the ass.”

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