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“What are you feeling?”

“Like I’m a goddamn rocket about to launch. Like I might cry ’cause I can’t see you. And I want you to let me. I want my hands on your body. I want to kiss your lips. And I fucking ache for you. I’m gripping my balls, but they’re so fucking tight. I need to come for you. Let me come for you.”

James whimpered in response. “I’m going to get undressed, but keep your eyes closed.”

He was on me after a moment, and I felt the glide of his dick against mine. I moaned, a sizzle of friction jolting me with each slide of our cocks.

“Come for me,” James moaned. I felt his cock riding over mine, pulsing.

“Take my hand,” I said, holding out mine. Our fingers threaded together, and with my eyes still closed, I let go fully, shouting as my balls released. At the same time, James climaxed, and his warm spurts coated my stomach. We grunted against each other until we were spent, and James collapsed down on me.

“Is it okay to open my eyes?’

“Yes, sorry. I don’t mind if you see me now.”

I opened them to see James’ face near mine. I traced my fingers over his beard and firm lips. Slowly, I gazed at his torso, the muscles defined, torso creamy and hairless down to his belly, where he had a small golden treasure trail to his cock. His dick was glossy with cum.

“You’re beautiful.” I sighed.

“Maybe you need glasses,” James joked, taking his off and pretending to hand them to me.

“I don’t.” I gently put the glasses on my nightstand. “I see just fine. Youarebeautiful, James.” I kissed his eyelids, his cheeks, his mouth. “Any guy would be lucky to be with you.”

“Please, I can’t—I’m not ready to believe those words. Can we just stick with the dirty talk?”

“How about I lick that pretty cock clean?”

He gave a relieved breath and nodded.

I shimmied down his body before he could say anything more. James raised his hips and parted his thighs. I lapped at his drying cum, the taste sugar-musk on my tongue. I made a low noise of appreciation.

Stretching out on the bed, James beside me, I wrapped my arms around him. He snuggled into my side, putting his head on my shoulder. His hand lay across my chest, where my heartbeat was only starting to return to normal. I liked how he’d only done these things with me, and it was my words that got him off.

I wanted it to be only me in his life. My hands on him. My raunchy words making him shiver. My body he straddled. My tongue bathing his cock. Me.

CHAPTER

EIGHT

“Get your gear and be careful.” Captain Smack motioned to Caleb and me.

Acrid smoke burning my lungs, I pulled on the protective gear. Flames ravaged the remains of the Mission-style house before me. This was a rough one. I wasn’t even supposed to be here, but that didn’t matter. I had to focus on the ravages of the fire. I had an unexpected shift when the newbie Wyatt had to call out sick. Since James was already heading to my apartment, I’d left him a key under my mat.

The smoke was thick, and soon, darkness engulfed us. Outside, the sky was bright and blue, but in the building, the air was gray. Another team was fighting the fire while Caleb and I searched for survivors. The building was crumbled, everything once fresh, withered memories.

We’d pulled out two people already when we found the older man, their dad, barely breathing. Caleb motioned for me to take him, so I carried the guy out and checked his pulse and breathing. When he wasn’t responsive, I tilted his chin back and began CPR. I pressed on him hard with the compressions.

Pinching his nose, I blew into his mouth. One. His chest rose. I gave a second rescue breath.

The music of “Stayin’ Alive,” which had been in my early training, played in my head and helped me keep the right rhythm. He wasn’t dying, not in my care. Not today.

Kamira ran over with the automated external defibrillator.

“Thanks,” I said quickly. She patted my back and ran off to help somewhere else. I applied the AED, giving one shock, then continuing chest compressions for two more minutes before giving a second shock.

“My kids,” he sputtered weakly.

“We got them.” The rush of triumph washed over me. Some guys described it as the ultimate high, but it was different for me. For me, it meant the world was a more hopeful place where good things could still happen.

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