Page 72 of The Fireman and the Flirt

“We can do it without,” I said, speech interrupted with desperate gasps for air. “You’re the only person I’ve…in a while…and you…widowered…”

“Works for me.” He tossed the condom behind him.

I looked up at the boards making up the roof, basking in the glimmers of light breaking through the cracks.

“Derek…”Derek, I’m falling in love with you. I think I want to be with you forever. You’ve exceeded all my trivial high school fantasies.

It was all on the tip of my tongue. But fear choked me at the last minute.

And then he was inside me, and my brain ceased transmission of anxious thoughts. I wrapped my legs around his waist, his thick cock plunging into the deepest parts of me.

“You’re so tight,” he said.

Low-grade anxiety kept me permanently clenched, but I kept that tidbit to myself.

“Don’t stop.” My head banged lightly against the wall.

“You okay?” Derek cradled a hand behind me while holding me wrapped around him. Again, the dexterity.

“Your fingers are going to get scraped up,” I said.

“Worth it.” He kissed my neck, then rested his head there as he huffed out ragged breaths and fucked me.

I threw my arms around him and pulled him closer, my cock rubbing against his stomach. The laughter stopped. His crystal eyes turned a dark shade like a storm brewing on the horizon.

“Let’s try a different spot.” Derek moved us to the opposite wall with a window. It wasn’t comfortable having my head against the glass, but it was better than a splintery wall. And it was better than leaning down in a car’s front seat. This was going to be our thing, wasn’t it? Sex in tight quarters.

Derek rested his forehead against mine, never taking his eyes off me as he pummeled into my opening. The orgasm built inside me, heat and lust and heart brewing an overpowering cocktail that raced through my veins.

Our sweaty limbs intertwined. My hands scratched across the prickly buzzed hairs at the base of his neck, and the hairs nested on his shoulders. I inhaled his heady scent of sweat and thanked my lucky stars that I got to have sex with men and relish all of these details.

“You feel so good, Cary. Need you,” he said through a strained breath that told me how close he was.

“Come inside me.” I wanted to feel his warmth completely.

“Yes. Yes. Yes.” They were half-grunts, half-words. Then he unleashed a final, bellowing groan as he emptied himself in my hole.

After he finished, he kept going and stroked me. “Are you close?” he asked.

“Uh huh.”

Derek plunged his half-hard cock fully inside me and stayed there. He jerked me fast, and before I could feel guilt about not helping out more, I was coming all over his stomach.

He pecked me softly on my lips as we came down from our high. Goosebumps spread across my body while he slid out of my opening. The chill of the wintry air filled the shed.

“I’ll draw up the offer,” I said, grasping at some type of reality to pull me out of our cloud of sex. I had to drive after this, after all.

Derek dipped a thumb in the mess on his stomach and tasted it, which was so hot it had to be unholy.

“Cary,” he said, his voice as warm and creamy as a hot chocolate on a snowy day. “I really like you.”

And despite my fears and reservations and oppressive need for self-preservation, I said it back.

23

DEREK

“You know the rules. No drinking. No drugs. No parties. No orgies. These are the babysitting commandments I expect you to follow.” Cal stood over his babysitter going over the rules.

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