Page 100 of Set Me On Fire

I wasn’t entirely sure. I was feeling well used, a little raw, but I didn’t pull away as he moved closer. Those hazel eyes stared into mine as he notched his cock against my cunt, watching my every response. No one had ever been more present during sex.

“Be sure, because I’m not scheduled on at work today, and you walking around the office with my cum leaking out of you?” He grinned. “Yeah, I like that idea a whole lot. You up for that, Millie?”

The reality was kinda uncomfortable normally, but right now, I wasn’t thinking straight. Instead, I nodded, gasping as I felt him stab into me. My hand reached for him, pulling him down as we rutted against the dining room table, with the white light of morning pouring in through the floor to ceiling windows. I felt like I was filled with it, lighting me up until I was forced to burst all around him. He gave me his cum just like he promised, sobbing out his breaths against my lips before finallypulling free. He didn’t leave me a total mess, mopping up the worst of it with a clean tea towel.

“You should call in sick,”he said as he fought to catch his breath, pulling me from the table as he sank into one of my chairs. I was left to straddle his lap, my fingers tracing the braille-like pattern of his stubble. “We could stay here today. I’d order in some food, hand feed you, massage your feet as we watch some bullshit on the TV.”

“And flake out on my new job in the first week?” I shook my head. “I can’t. I need that job.”

“We’ll support you.” Sexy Noah was gone, and a responsible one replaced him. “You don’t have to worry about money. Knox is already talking about setting up a separate account for you that we all put money into.”

I felt my cheeks get hot as I blinked, then pulled away.

“Thanks.” I got to my feet and retrieved my t-shirt, belatedly aware my neighbours might not want to see my tits at this hour of the day. “I mean I appreciate the gesture, but?—”

“You want to make sure you can look after yourself,” he said with a sigh.

“Seems to me the only smart thing to do.” I went over to the pan and started to grab a piece of bacon from it, but he was there, plating the contents and adding some toast before handing me mine.

“What we’ve got here?” I waved my hand vaguely at the two of us. “If you haven’t been with a girl before, then you don’t know that this is the honeymoon phase. You can’t keep your hands off each other.” He seemed inordinately pleased with that idea. “But that fades.” His smile did too, but not the look of determination. “Sometimes there’s something real left behindand sometimes there isn’t.” I shrugged. “I guess we’ll find out which.”

“None of that has any bearing on our financial responsibilities,” he insisted, sitting down to cut into his food. “If you don’t trust us to step up, the government will make sure we do.”

The government would make one of them step up, that’s what was being ignored, what I was trying to communicate. Noah had no experience to pull from, that even the hardest fuck boy would struggle with this situation. Being a step-dad rather than a bio dad? I didn’t know why it made a difference, but with men it seemed to.

“Let's just get the paternity test done,” I said, having found out it could be done in a few weeks. “Then we’ll talk.”

“No.” I frowned and stared at him, but he was completely unrepentant. “No, that’s not how this is going to work. You want to keep that job? You know I’ll support you, but you’ll have this too. I’m all in, Millie. There’s nothing you can throw at me that will chase me off, but I get that you still need to be convinced. Eat up.” He nodded to my plate, removing his own before scraping it clean and rinsing it, slotting it into the dishwasher. “I’ll drive you to work.”

“You don’t need to.”

“Kinda do.” He shot me a crooked smile. “My bike’s still at work, so get a wriggle on. Don’t want to be late.”

We cut it pretty fine,arriving in the car park with a minute to spare, which proved to be an issue. There were plenty of other people who’d done the same. I stayed in my car, staring out the windshield as firefighters and ancillary staff all walked towards the station. I was up and out of my car in seconds, hustling towards the building and hoping no one noticed my passenger.

“What’re you doing here?” I spun around, frantically thinking of a reply when I saw that Rhett was talking to Noah. “Your team’s not rostered on today.”

“Had to come and pick up my bike,” Noah answered coolly.

“Your bike…?” Rhett looked at Noah, then me, his smile forcing me to turn around. I started moving faster, needing to get to my desk pronto.

“Morning!”Judy said, looking up from the computer with a smile. “How’s things?”

“Not as good as you by the look of it.” I thought I was on safer ground, walking over to inspect the massive bouquet of flowers sitting on the desk. A high-end box of chocolates was sitting beneath it. “Blue send you a little something while he’s on the road?”

“No, someone sent this to you.” I froze, eyeing the flowers like they were a feral animal, not a bunch of pretty gerberas. She noted my look with a smile. “What did he do? Get pissed and sleep it off at a friend’s place? Or worse, come home and spew everywhere, leaving you to clean it up.”

“Um… no. I’m not seeing anyone at the moment.”

I touched the paper wrapping cautiously, then extracted a card.Just wanted to see that pretty little mouth smile,the card read, but I skimmed over that, getting to the bottom. Instead of a name, there was just a couple of crosses, and I let out a sigh of relief. Not for long, as irritation replaced fear. Did one of the guys send this? What the hell were they thinking? It was a lovely gesture–though, ew, dark chocolate was not my favourite–but also a stupid one. Judy’s eyes held a familiar gleam. The kind of vicarious pleasure coupled up people seemed to experience as they watched single people find their way towards each other.

“Ooh, a secret admirer,” Judy said, rubbing her hands.

“Who’s got a secret admirer?” Bloody hell, Brent walked in at just that moment, squinting at the flowers before clapping a hand over his nose. “Flowers? I’m gonna need you to move them out of here, love. My allergies go into overdrive when exposed to pollen.”

“Not a problem.”

I scooped up the bouquet and chocolates, grabbing my phone out as I went. The chocolates got dumped on one of the tables in the break room, the flowers tossed in the back of my car before I tapped out a message.

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