Page 11 of Spring Break with a Fire Chief

“Are you going to make it right?”

I open my eyes when I hear his question and feel him disconnect from me. He’s leaning back in the chair again, his chest rising with each breath, like he’s nervous to hear myanswer. His legs are wide and I move in between them, still on my knees. His eyes flutter the slightest bit as I lay my hands on his thighs.

“If you’ll let me.”

His eyes hold mine as he speaks with intention and with a low tone that rumbles through my body. “Iwantto let you right now. I want nothing more than to have your hands on me, to see your lips stretched around my cock and your pussy in my mouth. I’ve missed tasting you and I’ve dreamt about it every night since you left.” His chest puffs with a deep breath as I work my hands higher up his thighs. “I don’t know if that makes me a sucker, pining for the woman who left me?—”

“Ryan…”

“A man with the patience of a saint because I haven't touched another since the day you left.”

I grip his thighs. “I’m so sor?—”

“Or a fool because I’m asking you to leave.” At his words, I loosen my grip and sit back on my legs. His eyes have turned from need to resolve. “I need more than what you gave me last time. And I need it longer than six months. So if your timeline has you leaving Love Beach again, then I need you to leave my house right now.”

Chapter 7

Ryan

In my head, that sounded a lot better than the way it feels actually saying it. I don’t want her to leave. I want to beg her to stay. But that didn’t work last time. So this time? I need her to make the move. I need her to say all the right things and I need her to want to stay and want me at the same time.

Kissing her almost broke me and when she wedged herself between my legs, I was ready to throw all of it out the window just to be inside her again. But we’re not kids and I’m not into playing that game. As Maddox likes to remind me, I’m getting older and I don’t want to waste time on a back and forth relationship. I’m settled in my town, in my job having earned the highest title at the fire department. The only thing missing now is her.

“I know I hurt you. I hurt us both. And I’m not going to say anything more tonight. I won’t make promises right now, but I want you to know I’m working on some things. I didn't just show up here haphazardly, Ryan. Yes, I was called, but I already had an idea forming. I could say a million words but actions speak louder, right?”

She stands and leans over me, kissing my cheek. I clench my hands to keep from reaching for her.

She walks to the door, opens it and says, “I’ll check on Ted tomorrow,” and then she steps out and gently closes it behind her.

“Fuck.” I throw the rest of my drink down my throat and grab my dick, which is achingly hard. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” I stand and head toward my bathroom. I had just gotten out of the shower before she showed up at my door but right now, I need a release. I start the warm water again, strip down and step in.

I won’t be able to sleep or think clearly if I don’t get rid of this hard on and the last thing I need to do is go back on every word I said tonight and go looking for her. Because it’s that serious right now.

I stand under the water spray and grip my cock in one hand, while leaning my forearm against the cool tile. I remember the first time we had sex. It was so intense I knew there’d never be another woman that would satiate me like she does. I squirt a bit of shower gel in my hand and work myself, remembering how her tits—which were more than a handful—bounced with my thrusts. I remember the way her ass looked so full and red from my handprint when I’d taken her from behind. The sound of her cries when I filled her and her moans of pleasure from taking me down her throat. Her lips stretched around me, her slight bites and nips at my head, the way she’d hold my balls and tug when I’d get close to coming.

My balls are tight and my dick is so hard right now I stroke faster and faster until I explode. “Madeline.” I whisper-shout her name, wanting so bad to have her here with me. My orgasm is intense and I know it's because she’s had her hands on me tonight. I’ve jerked off so many times to the thoughts of her but tonight is extra intense because I can still smell her. I can still taste her kiss.

And I know I will never be happy until I have her in my bed for good.

Chapter 8

Ryan

It’s nine in the morning and I’m slow on the draw today. It’s not because I’m hungover on whiskey. I sobered real quick once Madeline showed up. No, I’m hungover on the thought of her, the smell of her. After three years of wishing she would come back, she was finally in my house, on her knees in front of me and what did I do? I told her to leave.

I told her to leave.

I need to stop at Ted’s house first and check on him before going to the station. But first? Coffee. I park my truck in front of Cakeology, Marigold’s bakery, and jump out. Dragging my feet I pull the door open with a bit more force than necessary. The bell above rings on a whine and the patrons closest to me turn and look. I dip my head in apologies and make my way to the counter.

“Good morning, Chief Donnelly,” Poppy singsongs. I narrow my eyes at her wide smile and shining eyes.

“Morning, Poppy,” I grumble. “I’ll take a black coffee.” My eyes scan the baked goods. I can never pass up one of Marigold’sDanishes. “And a cinnamon Danish, please.” I reach for my wallet as she turns for the goods.

“Well, well, look who it is.”

I roll my eyes as I hear him before I see him. “Shouldn't you be at the station already?”

“I’m on my way right now. Looks like we had the same idea.” Maddox stands beside me and waits for me to look at him. “Rough night?” He winks and I know someone’s been talking.

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