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I grab his comforter, throwing it over me. “Eeek…what are you doing to me? Get that thing away from me.” I start giggling and then full-on belly laugh at the look on his face.

Rhett is suddenly over me, ripping the comforter off me. My laughter dies and I gasp as he slips between my legs. I look down and see he’s hard again, and suddenly he’s inside me. I wrap my legs around his hips.

He leans down, pressing his forehead to mine. We hold eye contact as he moves slowly but forcefully in and out of me. With each thrust he hits my clit and that magical spot inside me.

Rhett and I move together slowly, savoring every sensation. His dark eyes burn into mine as he thrusts deeply, hitting all the right spots inside me over and over. I run my hands over his muscular back, loving the feel of his warm skin under my palms.

“God, I can’t get enough of you,” Rhett groans, picking up the pace slightly.

I arch my back, meeting him thrust for thrust. The tension builds rapidly as we chase our release together. Rhett's hand slides between us to rub tight circles on my clit.

“Come for me, baby,” he urges.

That's all it takes to send me over the edge. I cry out as waves of pleasure crash over me. Rhett follows right behind, burying his face in my neck as he comes with a deep groan.

We lay tangled together afterward, catching our breath. He freezes and then slips out of me, rolling to his back and closing his eyes.

“W-What’s wrong?” I get up and that is when I feel his cum run down the inside of my thighs. “Well, shoot,” I respond quietly.

Rhett gets up on his knees and cups my face with his hands. “I promise you I am clean. My physical was three months ago, and I always get tested. I’ve never fucked someone without protection, ever.”

I put my hands on his. “I believe you. You didn’t do this on purpose. Plus, I’m on birth control. We should be good.”

“Lie down, and I’ll be right back.” He grabs his boxer briefs and slips them on and then walks into his bathroom. Once he comes back, he uses a washcloth to clean me up.

It’s intimate and does something to me to watch him do it gently.

13

Rhett

Pulling up to the senior high-rise, I climb in the back and throw my medical bag over my shoulder. We unhook the gurney and push it out of the bus. An old man holds the door open for us as we head inside. Getting on the elevator, we ride it up to the sixth floor.

The apartment is luckily right across from the elevator. We leave the gurney in the hall and I step inside. A woman is on her knees next to a man on the floor.

“Please help him.” She looks up at us. “He complained of chest pain, so I called you, but then he just collapsed.”

After checking for a pulse and not finding one, I grab the defibrillator as Hawk pulls the man's shirt open. Placing the paddles on his chest, I call out “Clear!” and deliver the shock. The man's body jerks but there's no response.

“Starting compressions,” Hawk shouts, beginning CPR.

I charge the paddles again. “Clear!” Another shock, still no response.

The paramedics arrive and together we continue working on him for twenty more minutes, trading off on compressions, delivering more shocks, and administering epinephrine. But despite our best efforts, we're unable to revive him.

We get him on the gurney, and I climb on, doing chest compressions as we take him out to the ambulance. His wife sobs the entire time, luckily, she’s got someone with her. Once we reach the ambulance, I jump off and check for a pulse one last time and find nothing. I help them get him loaded up and Hawk and I head back to our bus.

“Fuck, that man is gone,” I say as we climb inside.

Hawk shakes his head. “Yeah, fuck me, that poor wife.” We head back to the station.

Once we get back, I head straight for the showers. I need to wash off the sweat and emotions from that last call. As the hot water pours over me, I can't stop thinking about that poor woman watching her husband die, because honestly, he was gone before we started CPR. It hits differently now that I have Sofia in my life. The thought of losing her...I can't even go there.

Days like this remind me why I've always been hesitant to get seriously involved with someone. The thought of leaving someone behind like that poor woman...it's almost too much to bear.

But then Sofia's face pops into my mind. Her sweet smile, her kind eyes. For the first time, the idea of having someone to come home to after a tough shift sounds...nice.

After my shower, I change into a fresh uniform and head to the kitchen. Some of the guys are gathered around, talking quietly. They all look up when I enter.

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