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When I open my eyes, he's staring at me so intently I can almost sense those very words on the tip of his tongue, so close to escaping from the prison of his mouth.
"I get that," I say. "We just have to keep talking."
"Agreed," he says, a sly smirk rising on his lips as he takes hold of my wrist and guides my hand to his dick. "And if we're going to be talking more, we should give that jaw of yours a proper workout to get it nice and strong."
I chuckle and squeeze his dick. Guess I should put him out of his misery. I slide off the couch and onto the floor then peel down his sweatpants to his ankles. I'm greeted by the prettiest dick I've ever seen in my life—long, hard, and glistening in invitation.
My mouth waters.
Let the blow job begin.
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Courtland
"Thanks for the lift," Buzz says when I pull up outside the fire station.
"Don't mention it."
He shoots me a smile, looking sexy as fuck in his navy-blue fireman's uniform, and my heart damn near caves in on itself.
The chat we had last week was a game changer for me.
I saw something in his eyes, something I've never seen before. He wasn't just looking for assurance that I haven't done anything like what we're doing sexually with anyone else, he wanted to know if this is special.
And it is.
More special than I could adequately put into words.
Some people use humor or sarcasm as a deflection tactic, I've started using sex. It's so much easier to just grab my dick and grunt than it is to open my heart to the man I love.
That's not healthy and something I need to fix ASAP.
Because time is ticking.
It's late March. Still cold and unpredictable, but there are early signs of spring. Yesterday was unseasonably warm, hitting fifty-five during the day. Which made me think of another new arrival—Mom's baby.
"What are you thinking about?" Buzz asks, his deep voice cutting into my thoughts.
"Weirdly, Mom's baby."
"There's nothing weird about that. Anything specifically?"
"Do you think it'll be a boy or a girl?"
He scratches his chest as he thinks about it. "Honestly, that's one thing I haven't given much thought to."
"Yeah. Me neither. You got a preference?"
He snickers. "Yeah. Like what I want affects the outcome in any way."
"I know it doesn't. But if youcouldchoose. What would you prefer? Boy or girl?"
His teeth sink into his lower lip, and I try not to get distracted by how sexy that is. "Girl," he finally says.
"Why?"
"I'm surrounded by guys all the time. You. Howie. At the station. My closest friends. Some female energy might be nice."
