Page 110 of My Three Hometown Firefighters
“I loveyou,” I say, bringing my hand up to cup the side of his face. “I love Jackson, too,” I add, needing him to know I love all the parts of him, his son included.
He smiles before kissing me. “I know you do, sweetheart. He loves you right back. I’m pretty sure he fell before I did.” He chuckles to himself.
“There isn’t a version of my future that doesn’t involve him,” I tell Warren honestly.
His eyes flutter closed. They’re glossy with emotion when he opens them again. “That means more to me than you’ll ever know.”
My hand rests on my stomach. “I think I’m starting to,” I say.
His smile is warm, filled with so much affection. He places the remote in my hand. “Pick whatever you want to watch or listen to while we do all this,” he says, waving his hand over all the stuff on the table.
“This doesn’t really seem like your kind of thing.” I laugh.
“You’re my thing, so that’s all that matters,” he says before walking back into the kitchen, and now my heart is a melted puddle on the floor.
Damn.
Knowing that I won’t be able to focus on a movie, I put on some easy listening music instead.
“Pick up your feet,” Grayson says, carrying a tub of steaming water.
I can’t take my eyes off the way his muscles are straining against his T-shirt with the weight of it.
He chuckles, seeing where my eyes are focused. “While I love being ogled like that, this is really heavy. Can you please pick those feet up, love?”
“Crap, sorry,” I say, swinging my feet to the side. A blush creeps up over my neck and face.
He sets it down right in front of me. With my feet in his hand, he eases them into the water. “Too hot?” he asks.
I shake my head. “No, it’s perfect.” I moan, moving my feet all the way down. The water feels heavenly against my aching feet and calves.
Grayson’s still slightly damp hands run up my bare legs. His fingers tease at the bottom of his shirt that I’m currently wearing. A pair of panties is the only other thing I currently have on.
“I love seeing you in my clothes,” he growls, his fingers teasing an inch further up my thighs.
I bite my lip, desire building within me. So much has changed since the last time I was with all of them in that way, butthe way my body aches for them hasn’t wavered. If anything, it’s only grown.
He smirks, pressing a kiss to the corner of my mouth. “Relax. Tucker’s getting some snacks ready for you.”
I want to scream at him.How am I supposed to relax when you got me all turned on and shit?
He gives me one last kiss before retreating to the kitchen.
I squirm on the couch, trying to get more comfortable and forget about how turned on I am. Eventually, I give in to the relaxing pull of the eucalyptus-smelling water.
Tucker carries in a tray of drinks. “You want a mimosa?” he asks.
I quirk a brow.
“I should have said that it’s alcohol-free champagne.”
I nod. “Yes, please.”
Warren carries in another tray of snacks, setting it on the last bit of free space on the coffee table.
He sits down beside me, grabbing my hand. “Just tell us if you want something.”
Tucker hands me a plastic flute with my mocktail.
