Page 83 of The Fireman and the Flirt

“We’ll throw it in the wash.”

“What about the rink?”

“They use the Zamboni first thing every morning to clean the ice. You should see some of the bloodshed hockey games produced. This is nothing.”

I was relieved but also concerned for all hockey players out there.

My meddlesome fingerdidn’t ruin the night, though. There was still a buzz between us as Derek drove me home.

He parked in front of my house. A plethora of thoughts circled through my always-buzzing mind. Make that a myriad. Tonight was magical. Usually, my time with Derek was limited, like there was a running timer on our interactions. But tonight, we could breathe. We could luxuriate in each other.

I really liked Derek. I thought that I wasn’t built for relationships, but he was proving me wrong. This was the greatest night I’d ever spent with another man. Maybe I wasn’t a lost cause with love.

Love? Did you just use the L-word, Cary?

Maybe I did…

“I had a great night.” He kissed my bandaged finger.

“Me, too. Not even blood could ruin it.”

He turned my hand over and kissed the center of my palm, unlocking an erogenous zone I didn’t know existed.

“Did you want to come in?” I asked. Even though we’d seen each other naked plenty, my heart pounded with nerves.

“There’s something I want to do tonight.” He kissed my wrist and moved upward. My arm was all his. “I want to make love to you in a bed.”

I laughed at the remark for a second before I realized that we had never done it in a bed. All of our sex had been heated and rushed in cramped quarters.

“I don’t want to worry about someone barging in. I want to take my time with you.” He kissed up my arm. I didn’t have the patience to wait for him to hit my shoulder, then neck, then mouth. I pulled his face to mine and locked our lips in a heated kiss.

I led us to my door. It was whatever the opposite of the walk of shame was. Derek followed behind.

A few minutes later, we were in my bedroom, taking our time undressing each other. I made myself slow down so I could enjoy seeing Derek’s body come into view. There was no invisible timer counting down, no boiling pot of sexual tension spilling over. This was something different.

“This does feel nice,” I said when I sat on my bed. “Bathroom tile is not forgiving on the back.”

“That’s for damn sure.” Derek gazed down at me, this big man making me feel pocket-sized and protected.

I unbuttoned his shirt and buried my face in his nest of chest hair, breathing in his manly scent. I could live here. Derek shucked off his shirt. I kissed down his chest and stomach. Fuck six-pack abs. The little belly Derek had was much sexier. It was real. It was him.

His erection pressed through his jeans. Yes, we were supposed to go slow, but when a beefy dick was literally staring me in the face, there was only so slow I could go.

Derek ruffled his hand through my hair, letting out a deep groan above me as I pushed down his pants and boxers.

“Take it, Cary,” he whispered.

His hot cock filled my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. Derek grunted above me in all his primal glory. His hand behind my head lightly pushed me forward, but I didn’t need any direction. I could do this all by myself. I moaned against his dick, our sounds and bodies perfectly in sync. My fingers grazed the hair of his meaty thighs, before moving behind and grabbing onto his ass.

He thrust into my mouth. Looked like I wasn’t the only one unable to go slow.

I pushed back and caught my breath. Derek bore into me with heavy-lidded, heat-soaked eyes. He pushed me backward. He undid the buttons of my shirt, his thick palm sliding down my chest.

We quickly got my pants off. Derek lay on top of me, our naked bodies stacked, dicks rubbing together. He kissed me deep and hard, exploring the contours of my mouth.

“This feels so good,” he said, rolling back onto the bed. He let out a comfortable sigh as he dug into the springs of my mattress.

“Are we having sex or shopping for a new bed?” I asked.

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