Page 25 of My Three Hometown Firefighters
I squeeze my thighs together.Fuck. Of course he’s good with pussy.He has an effect on mine with his words alone.
I don’t even want to know what he could do to me with his tongue, fingers, or cock.Or maybe I do want to know…
Grabbing the last few bags of supplies, I walk back inside. Hadley is already marching around telling the guys what to do.
The animal shelter might be mine, but this was all Hadley’s idea, and frankly, way more her area of expertise than mine.
Standing off to the side, I watch as Hadley has two of the younger guys stand in front of the firetruck with one of the smaller dogs.
“Hey.” Warren steps up beside me.
I have to tilt my head back to meet his eyes. He’s so tall.
“Hey,” I say, smiling. If they aren’t going to act like this is the most awkward encounter ever, then I guess I won’t either.
“She’s kind of bossy,” he says, mirroring my position by leaning back against the wall.
I can’t help the laugh that bursts from me. “Yeah, you could say that.”
She must not like the way one of the guys is standing because she grabs the front of his shirt, moving him to the exact spot she envisioned.
“I love her, though,” I say, shrugging.
My stomach takes that moment to remind me I didn’t even get a cup of coffee this morning, let alone any breakfast.
“Are you hungry?” he asks.
“I’m fine.” His eyes narrow. “Okay, yes, I’m hungry. I was in a hurry this morning.”
“Come on,” he says, walking toward the stairs. Before starting up the steps, he glances over his shoulder at me.
One look at Hadley shows she’s got this situation fully handled. It’s not like I’m doing much anyway, so I follow behind Warren as he lumbers up the stairs.
I absolutely donotstare at his muscular ass, which happens to be right in my face the entire way to the second floor.
We walk through the living area with a few couches and chairs, and by a long table with benches on either side. The kitchen has a large island with stools lined up along one side. He motions for me to sit on one of them.
Sitting on the closest stool, I watch as he starts pulling ingredients from the fridge.
“You like eggs?”
“I do, but you don’t need to do that. I know you’re…”
He holds up his hand to stop me. “Just let me make you breakfast. I’ll make enough for the other guys if they want some too.”
Fine.
The ease with which he maneuvers around the kitchen is sexy as hell. This clearly isn’t the first time he’s cooked here. Don’t ask me why that’s so hot.
I just know I’m feeling all twitchy sitting here watching him.
The way he sliced up the onions and peppers with his huge hands should be criminal. I can’t keep my mind from picturing other things I want those hands tohandlewith that level of care.
I’m so fucked.
He slides a plate in front of me that smells delicious.
“Thank you.”
