Page 26 of Spring Break with a Fire Chief

“The Spring-Break-A-Thon is soon. Are you coming to their breakfast this weekend?”

The Spring-Break-A-Thon is an annual event meant to fundraise for a specific municipality of Love Beach. Three years ago after the dance, is when she told me she was leaving. Two years ago the Love Beach Hospital was a recipient and I remember waiting for her to show. I thought there would be no way she would miss out on her friend Candee accepting the donations and announcing how they would use it to make the hospital better. So hearing her talk about it now puts me on edge. It brings me right back to a time I don’t really want to revisit.

I nod yes to her question while running my fingers up and down her arm, trying to ground myself in the here and now.“We’ll be there. Bill asked us to do some demonstrations and let the kids shoot the water hoses at targets.”

“Is Maddox a target?”

I snicker along with her. “No, but now that you mention it, it’s not a bad idea.”

“The hospital is sponsoring the breakfast so my staff and I will be there serving.”

I roll her into my side. “That’s one way to make sure I get breakfast from you, huh?”

She smiles. “If you want to stay, I’ll make you breakfast in the morning.”

I raise a brow and lean up on my elbow. “Really now? Are you asking me to spend the night, Ms. Torre?”

“If you’d like to, yes.”

My lips twitch and my eyes travel over her body. “Know what my favorite part of your body is?” I glide my fingers down her side. “This dip in your waist. The way you wiggle when I touch it.”

“It tickles,” she says, squirming around under my touch.

“Yes, but it gets you excited, too. I see the goosebumps that break out along your skin.” I drift my fingers along her hips. “And it’s the starting point to your hips, that show off this fabulous ass of yours.”

She giggles as I smooth my hand over her round globes.

“Know what else? When you stand impatiently in front of me with your hands on your hips, in that dip, it draws attention to these breasts.” I smooth my hand back up her body, cupping her breast and rubbing my thumb over her nipple. “So full and they fit perfectly in my hand.”

She sighs at my touch. “But the best part? The way I hold you, and grab you here.” I squeeze the indent at her waist. “Direct you.” I roll her, pushing her to her stomach, then lift her by her hips and in my next breath, I’ve slid in from behind, both of usmoaning from the intrusion. “Gripping both sides of you, I can move you and direct you exactly where I need you.” I pull her tight against my body as I work my hips back and forth into her. “You’ve never had this before and yet you trustmewith it. You let me use your body for your benefit and mine. And when it’s time for you to come, you look at me like I’m the only one who can give it to you.”

I slide out, and toss her onto her back. I slide back in and begin strumming her clit while gaining speed, driving in and out of her. “Tell me I’m the one who gets you there.”

“You,” she replies breathlessly, her head rolling to the side.

“And what do I do?”

“You make me come.”

“Fuck yeah I do.” I continue pumping, bringing us both higher and higher, until we break. I cry out as I feel her pussy clenching my cock which pulls a release from me just as strong as it always did. And I know no matter what lies I tell myself, I'll never be able to leave her.

Chapter 15

Ryan

It’s Saturday morning and the Spring-Break-A-Thon Breakfast is today. The fire department is packed with people from town. We moved the firetrucks out to the front so the kids could climb inside and folding tables are lining the bay with families eating eggs, pancakes and bacon plus fruit all compliments of Love Beach Hospital. And of course the pastries from Cakeology.

I’ve walked through the line, piling my plate high and making sure to have Madeline serve me extra as I passed through. I grabbed a cup of coffee and am now sitting at the table eating with the guys.

“Guess who’s white Mercedes has Love Beach license plates now?” Maddox asks the question while chewing around his food.

I don't even look up. Sure it sparks my interest but I’m not giving him the satisfaction. “You’re such a gossip.”

“I’m a reporter. It’s a PSA, actually.”

“It’s gossip and if you need something to do there are trucks out front that need to be washed.”

Maddox leans in close to our group and whispers, “How long are you going to string her along, Chief?”

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