Page 94 of Packed in the Fire house

Yes.

When he stepped away from me, I was about to whimper until he pulled the tray out of the oven and tossed it onto the counter blindingly fast. I blinked, and he was already on me again.

Smart man. I didn’t have the brain cells to think about the food in this moment.

My hands reached under his shirt, grasping at the muscles there, memorizing every ridge. If I had my way, I was going to be getting up close and personal with every inch of Rune Devereux.

Our tongues battled, neither of us pulling away, despite the lack of oxygen.

Breathing wasn’tthatimportant.

Tasting Rune was.

“Fuck,” he muttered, pulling back, a conflicted look on his face.

I stilled. “If you are about to back out, I’ll totally respect that, but I will be cranky because getting me worked up and not following through is mean.”

Rune broke off into laughter, pulling me in for a bone-crushing hug.

Unable to help myself, I reached forward and gently grasped his cock through his pants.

He moaned through a chuckle. “I’m just trying to figure out where we are going to do this?”

I cocked my head to the side. “What do you mean?” I asked, still rubbing my hand up and down his covered length. The entire kitchen was starting to smell like a sexy, needy lemon bar. Graham cracker and lemon. Pure arousal. “We smell so good together.” I sighed.

“Well… fuck, it’s hard to think with your hand on me.”

“Then don’t think. Just fuck.” I grinned.

Rune laughed again, and I narrowed my eyes at him. It was not a time to be laughing; it was a time to be having freaky sex.

“Your room currently has a toddler in it, and my room currently has two pack mates. Unless you want an audience… I know you're not adverse to being watched.”

I pulled back, eyes wide as reality hit me. The guys were asleep, so even if I did like the idea of being watched, I wasn’t going to wake them.

“Oh… yeah.” I looked around the kitchen, assessing the area. There was a large set of double doors that led to the kitchen. I had never seen them closed, but I assumed they did.

“Do those doors lock?” I asked coyly.

Rune’s eyebrows rose. “Here?”

I shrugged. “Seems like a perfectly good place, plus we can keep an eye on the food. And I wouldn't suggest locking the door if it wasn't for the fact that there are firefighters in this building that I would rather not watch what I plan to do to you.”

Rune’s face flipped between a frown and a smile. “Yeah, only our pack mates get to see you like that.”

“So… do they lock?” I reiterated my earlier question.

A slow, dazzling grin spread across his face, full of excitement and promise. “They do.”

Chapter 36

Rune

Grabbing the maddening omega by the hips, I lifted her onto the counter. “Stay there,” I commanded. Fuck, she was stunning, her lips swollen from kissing, eyes glassy with need. Thanks to her slick and my arousal, the kitchen was starting to smell like a bakery.

We had never used the locks on the kitchen door, but Walker had always left the key in the lock in case it was ever needed and we couldn’t find it.

I was extremely thankful for his forethought, but I doubted he imagined we would need the locks so I could fuck our omega in the firehouse kitchen like a depraved bastard.

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