Page 12 of Four-ever Single

Jones

“Thanks for coming in today,” Captain said as I put my stuff into my locker. “I wouldn’t have expected the entire B shift to be out sick, but it appears they all got food poisoning last night.”

I schooled my features, trying not to laugh that, for once, I wasn’t responsible for it.

“It’s not a problem,” I assured him.

“Most of A shift can come in today, but we have a few guys from C shift available if needed.”

“Sounds good.” I closed my locker and headed out to start checking the truck and doing an inventory count while we waited for the rest of the guys to get there. A few of them were already out there, so I gave a nod to Capshaw and Rodriguez and then got to work.

An hour later, we were all piled up in the truck, heading to the local nursing home to visit with the residents and see the new facility that had been built with money raised from a recent fundraiser. As we were driving, a call came over the radio requesting assistance from an elderly woman who was hearing sounds of distress from her neighbor’s house.

Capshaw and I exchanged a worried glance when the address came through as Lia and Bella’s. Rodriquez stepped on the gas, but it felt like we couldn’t get there fast enough.

“Alright, Rodriquez and Thompson, check in with the residents that called it in. Capshaw and Jones report to the neighbor’s house,” Captain directed. Nate was close to his team, so it wasn’t any surprise that he didn’t ask us to stand back, knowing that it was possibly Capshaw’s sister who was in trouble.

We rushed to the front door and I waited for Capshaw to pull out a key and let himself in, but instead, he pounded on the door and yelled, “Beaumont Creek Fire Department. Open the door.”

I worked my jaw back and forth, fighting the urge to break down the door and rush inside. Who knew what was going on or if Bella or Lia were injured? What if one of them fell and hit their head? What if they were unconscious? What if someone had broken into the house and attacked them? Sure, Beaumont Creek didn’t have a high crime rate, but that didn’t mean we were completely free of it.

I opened my mouth to ask him about a key but snapped it shut when he gave me a warning look and pounded his fist again.

“This is Beaumont Creek Fire Department. Please open the door, or we will break it dow—”

“Hey, what’s up?” A very breathless Bella said, answering the door wearing nothing but a thin tank top that allowed her puckered nipples to poke through and a pair of cotton booty shorts. She held the door against her body, trying to shield herself.

Capshaw looked away, clearly uncomfortable by what she was wearing and how it looked like she had been inside having hot, wild sex.

“Umm, your neighbor called regarding a woman in distress,” he explained, looking past me to the house where Rodriguez and Thompson were talking to a woman with curlers in her hair and a robe tied tightly around her waist.

Bella leaned forward and peeked around the stuccoed wall to see.

“Sorry about that,” she said, wincing as she pulled her lower lip between her teeth. “Everything is fine here.”

She stepped back and opened the door, inviting us in.

“You’re welcome to take a look around,” she said, folding her arms over her chest, which did nothing but remind me of how her nipples felt in my mouth a few nights ago.

I tried to discreetly adjust myself as I felt the strain of my hardening cock against the fabric of my pants. We didn’t have our turnout gear on as we were heading to a nursing home and not an active call, though it would have been helpful to help hide my hard-on.

“Is Lia home?” Capshaw asked, walking through the living room and kitchen, checking everything was alright.

“No,” Bella said, shaking her head. “She started her first day of her clinical rotations this morning. It’s just me.”

“And you’re not in distress?” he asked, still refusing to look at her.

“Nope. Not in the least. Must have been something else she heard.” Bella shrugged.

“She said it sounded like a woman crying out in pa—” I started, then stopped when I realized where this was going.

Bella’s cheeks flushed as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. I turned away so I didn’t continue to embarrass her and found the empty package of the flesh-colored dildo from yesterday morning on the counter. It was open and missing the dildo.

Capshaw must have noticed it at the same time because he grabbed his radio and very quietly reported back that everything was fine there and that it was a false alarm.

“Well, it appears this was a false alarm,” Capshaw replied awkwardly. “Sorry for the intrusion, Bella.”

I offered her a smile, but it fell awkwardly on my lips. I shoved my hands in my pockets and was ready to follow Capshaw out.

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