Page 40 of Bleeding Hearts

“It’s nice. I’m not surprised. The condo he insisted they live in was over the top. When the fucker moved out, he told her he couldn’t afford to keep paying his part of the rent. Cora refused to tell his parents. I’m almost positive they were the ones forking the bill, but my sister isn’t one to take handouts.”

The salty air, thick with the scent of the ocean, blows in as I lean back into him. It’s cooler now that fall is approaching, and it’s a pleasant change from the summer heat.

“So, what’s she going to do?”

“Move in with Rylee. It’s one of the first things I’m doing next week while I’m off. I don’t want my sister coming back from her trip and forced to deal with his shit.” His chin rests gently on my head, his presence warm and reassuring as we stand close, the intimacy of the moment palpable. “I really hope this trip does her more good than harm. I’m so tired of seeing her torn up over a selfish prick who was never good enough for her to begin with.”

“This is where they were getting married, isn’t it?”

I feel the slight bobbing motion as he nods his head.

“Probably best we came instead of her. She’s going to be fine, Nolan. Breakups aren’t easy, especially when you thought it was your person. Your sister’s young. She’ll bounce back and by this time next year will have moved on. Maybe with someone deserving of all she has to offer.”

“I hope you’re right.” With a playful twirl, he turns me to face him, the cane slipping from my hand with a soft thud. “Enough talk about my sister. We’re here to have fun. What do you want to do first?”

“You.”

His pupils dilate at my words. Before I can register what he’s about to do, I’m tossed over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

I can’t help but laugh. “Put me down.”

“Nope.” He smacks my ass as he carries me back inside and marches to where he dragged our luggage. “I believe this is one of your many fantasies I plan on fulfilling this weekend. This is a fireman’s hold. It’s the easiest way to carry a person allowing us to use our free arm.” He smacks my ass again. “Without obstructing our view.”

“Do all your rescues get their ass slapped?” I giggle and am rewarded with a third slap.

“No.”

“That sucks for them. It adds to the experience.” A squeal escapes me during my aerial flight, before landing softly on my back with a bounce.

And here I thought the view outside was breathtaking. This man looming over me takes my breath away for so many other reasons.

“Have you ever seen the movieBackdraft?” I reach up and run my fingers along his scruffy jaw.

“Probably. But I don’t know for sure. Why?” He reaches down and begins unbuttoning my blouse.

When his rough fingers touch my breast, I get butterflies in my stomach. “Because there’s this scene where the girl asks one brother to show him his truck and they end up getting naked on top of the hoses.”

“I remember it now. Not the best idea. Most are divided into beds with metal walls separating them. And those that aren’t are usually covered with something to protect them when not in use.” Opening my blouse, he leans forward. “Plus, you really don’t want to have sex in a fire station. Not a lot of privacy.”

His lips brush against the lace of my bra, making my nipples hard. “Unless you have a thing for public sex. Like people watching and hearing you scream. Is that something you like?”

“Not really. Does that surprise you?” I grab the bottom of his t-shirt and pull it up. “Take this off so I can admire your body.”

Before removing his shirt, he answers my question. “No. You may not be a saint, but you’ve always come across as a woman who appreciates her privacy.”

With one more kiss to the top of my chest, he steps back and yanks his dark t-shirt over his head. It’s one of those moves that is so hot it makes my mouth water. I’m not sure why, but I’mninety percent certain most women would agree with me. Once he tosses it aside, I’m blessed with a view that should be framed and hung in an art museum.

“You’re staring,” he growls, reaching down to release the button on his jeans and slides the zipper open. “Keep it up and I’ll make you suck my cock.”

I lick my lips, liking the idea. “Was that supposed to be a threat?”

“It was a promise.” As he lowers his jeans, I’m surprised to see he’s not wearing underwear.

“When did you forgo underwear?” I reach out and take his big, beautiful cock in my hand. It’s the most attractive one I’ve had the pleasure of holding. The velvety smooth skin against my palm is accentuated by the thick, rigid veins running along his shaft. The healthy pink tip opens as if to wink at me before releasing a bead of pre-cum.

“It was one less thing to take off. Seemed silly to dirty up a pair when I knew they’d only be on long enough to drive here.” With a sigh, he puts his hands on his hips and stares down at me. “You’re overdressed.”

I sit up, but I don’t release his cock. Instead, I hold on, tugging him closer so my lips are only inches from the tip when I peek up at him. “Just a taste.” My tongue darts out and I hum at the saltiness that tantalizes my tastebuds. “Delicious.”

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