“Well,” Jett said with a smile, “it kind of runs in the family. My aunt is the fire chief, my cousin Ember used to be a firefighter, and my dad was a firefighter, too. He actually died saving a family when I was really little. And when I was a kid, all I had were good memories of him, so as I got older, I guess I decided to follow in his footsteps.”
“Wow,” Riley said, “that’s impressive. Also, your family is incredibly impressive.”
“I know,” Jett said with a laugh. “I come from a family of heroes.”
“And you managed to become one, too,” Riley said.
Jett smiled awkwardly. She didn’t feel like a hero. She felt like she was just doing her job, and helping people because she had to, not because there was anything special about her. “I guess.”
Riley smiled and decided to drop the conversation, taking a long sip from her drink. “So,” Riley said after the two of them had finished their drinks, “what are we doing now?”
Jett smiled. “Well,” she said, “if I didn’t kill the mood talking about all the emotional things, would you like to go to my house?”
“Sure,” Riley said, “but if you try to make me beg again, I’m leaving.”
Jett laughed. “But you almost did it,” she said, standing up.
“Shut up,” Riley said, making her way toward the doors.
Jett wanted to tease Riley more, but thought better of it. Jett was naturally a joker—she got it from her relationship with her brother—but she didn’t want to put Riley off, especially when she didn’t know how she’d take it.
“Fine,” Jett said, following Riley to the parking lot. “We can take my car.”
“I walked from the hospital,” Riley said, “so you’ll have to drop me back off later.”
“Sure thing, sweetheart,” Jett said.
* * *
Jett didn’t even get the chance to take her coat off when she got inside her house. Because the moment she shut the front door, Riley was all over her.
Riley gripped her by her hair and pulled her down slightly so that the two of them could kiss. Jett wasn’t much taller than Riley, just a couple inches, but it was still noticeable.
Jett gasped as Riley pushed her back against the door, and their chests met. The two of them were breathing heavily, and when Riley reached for Jett’s hands to pin her down, Jett raised her hands above Riley’s head.
“Uh-uh,” Jett said. “And besides, I’m stronger than you, sweetheart.”
“This isn’t fair.” Riley pouted. “You have to let me.”
But that was a big ask for Jett and she smiled at Riley. “Maybe next time,” she said.
“Fine,” Riley said, “but I’m holding you to it.”
Jett laughed and surged forward, wrapping her arms around Riley as the two kissed passionately, and Jett walked Riley backwards until they reached the entrance of Jett’s bedroom. Jett didn’t waste any time in pushing Riley backwards and onto the bed.
“Wait,” Riley said, “I can’t pin you down, but I’m assuming you are fine with me fucking you?” Jett contemplated for a moment. She felt so wet. She didn’t always let women fuck her, but tonight might just be an exception. She didn’t like to give up control, but something about Riley made her feel safe.
And very turned on.
“Okay,” Jett said, and she let Riley switch their positions until Jett was lying flat on her back in the middle of her bed. Riley climbed on top of her and smiled.
Jett smiled back. Riley was beautiful, her brown hair escaping its band and her green eyes glittering, and even though Jett was a little nervous, she could definitely get used to this view.
“I’ll take care of you, princess,” Riley promised, and Jett couldn’t help the whimper that escaped her lips. She didn’t know what the hell had gotten into her, but as Riley reached for the hem of her t-shirt, she didn’t care.
She gasped as Riley slowly removed her t-shirt, before moving onto her bra, leaving her exposed. Riley threw the removed clothing to the floor and smiled at Jett before she reached for the button on her jeans.
Riley was absolutely sensual, whereas Jett was normally rushed and frantic. Riley took her time in undressing Jett, teasing her as her fingertips graced Jett’s bare skin, leaving her wanting more.