Page 9 of Firefighter Billionaire
She’s an angel in my arms.
“I saw it,” she says again as I place her down onto the sheets. Her voice sounds sleepy. Like she’s hanging halfway out of a dream. “I saw our whole future together. And I was so sad because I thought it would never come true.”
I kiss her cheek. She puts her hand between the buttons of my shirt and strokes my chest. I lift my arms in the air and she pulls it over my head. She kisses my arm. I climb on top of her and kiss her neck like I’m a vampire who hasn’t fed in over a century.
My hardness presses against the inside of my jeans.
“It’s okay,” I tell her. “Everything worked out okay. We’re together now. That’s all that matters. It’s all that matters.”
She reaches down and undoes my belt. Soon, I’m naked. On top of her. The tip of my cock pressing against her opening as our lips marry and our hands explore each other's bodies.
The sun from the window slides across the bed and lights up her face. I’ll never get over how beautiful she is. I’ll never take her for granted like that asshole Terry.
Willa is my everything. More valuable than all the money in all the world.
“Yes,” she moans as I slide my cock deep inside her tight, wet opening. “Oh, God, Kaiden. You’re so damn big. It feels so fucking good.”
I pause for a second. She’s right. It feels better than I could have ever imagined being inside her. Like we’re made for each other. Two halves of the same soul.
“Baby,” I growl, “you ain’t seen nothing yet.”
Epilogue
Willa
Fifteen Years Later…
The flames surge into the sky. Red and yellow tongues of death that devour everything in their hell-ridden path.
It’s too hot to stand near.
Little bits of half-burning ash dance on the evening wind and fall slowly to the ground.
“Marty!” I say. “Get away from there. You’re going to burn yourself.”
“But, mom!” he says. “I’m cooking my marshmallow!”
He has that typical teenage tone of voice. Sulky and sullen and like he wishes I’d just vanish into thin air.
I don’t know what happened to my beautiful, baby boy.
I take the stick from his hand and push him out of the way. His marshmallow is definitely already cooked. The outside is totally black. It’s on fire. Any longer and he’d be eating a molten blob of burning goo.
“It’s done!” I say, blowing on it to cool it down.
He folds his arms over his chest and taps his foot. I can't wait for him to grow out of this stage.
“This is so lame. Greg and Ashley and Mike are all meeting in the metaverse to play games and I’m stuck here in the middle of nowhere.”
“It’s called a vacation.”
I clamp the marshmallow between two crackers with a piece of chocolate and pass him his s’more.
He rolls his eyes and walks off to sit by himself. Apparently, I can’t do anything right.
I look up at the stars. “Please, give me strength.”
Kaiden appears out of the trees with a flashlight strapped to his head. Our other two sons are traipsing along behind him. They’re both a little younger. The horrible hormones of puberty haven’t ruined them. Not yet.
