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We ride out our orgasms together and, when she’s spent, she slips off my cock, collapsing back into my chest. We lie like that, God only knows how long, basking in the amazing afterglow of the hottest sex I’ve ever had.

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TRINA

I stretch out like a cat as I wake up from my nap, only opening my eyes when my right hand hits something hard.

“What the hell?” I mutter to myself. My eyes open and I’m staring at the dashboard and windshield of Ben’s SUV.

My body moves with the vibrations of a laugh—Ben’s laugh—from underneath me.

“You finally awake, sweetness?” His voice is gravelly, and it causes a tingling in my core.His hands grip my hips possessively.

“What’s happening?” I ask, my voice raspy and dry. I look down and realize I’m naked on my lower half.

“You fell asleep after we… well, after. I didn’t have the heart to wake you to go inside, so I figured I’d wait it out.”

“What?” I whisper. “Shit, I’m sorry. You must be so achy.”

“Nah, I don’t mind. It was the perfect way to spend the last hour,” Ben says as he places a gentle kiss on my neck.

“An hour? Oh, my God.”

Ben chuckles. I lean forward and turn my head to look at him. His eyes are glistening with joy and he’s smiling as he lifts his left hand to brush some stray hairs from my face.

“Trina, I’m serious. I literally wouldn’t want to have spent the last hour any other way.”

CHAPTER24

TRINA

I wake with a startle to someone shaking my shoulder and masculine laughter filling the air. As those close to me know—including my crew here at Station Three—I don’t wake up easy. Instead, I growl at the intruder and the laughter in the air around me increases in volume.

I bolt up in the bed. “Who the fuck is wak—” My eyes land on Jack. “Oh. Jack, what are you doing here in the middle of the night?” I look around and my crew are all in similar states as me, Gio and Tony still lying down but rubbing their eyes, Thompson still asleep with the blankets pulled over his head, and Frankie and Ian sitting upright at the side of their beds, both stretching.

“It’s not the middle of the night. You guys must’ve had a quiet night for emergencies because it’s after eight and we came up here to find all you sleeping beauties still snoring away,” Fitz chimes in.

“Hey, I am a sleeping beauty, but I definitely don’t snore,” Gio argues.

“Okay, Gio. Whatever you say,” I add. As a female firefighter, the department would accommodate me with a room for separate sleeping quarters, but I opt not to. I trust every one of these men with my life and they do likewise in trusting me with theirs. So, I can sleep in the same room as them and feel safe.

Over the next few minutes, my crew gradually climbs out of bed, slips on their boots, and says goodbye to those of us who haven’t left yet. I’m the last one left because, again, I’m not a morning person.

I pick up my phone and glance down, expecting to see nothing except maybe a few social media alerts from groups I follow. Instead, I see several alerts that my security system detected motion around my house overnight. When I open the app and look at the system status, everything seems okay except one of the window contact monitors shows the window is open. I never leave my windows open when I’m gone. Never. All the alerts are from around three thirty this morning, but I slept through the messages since I put my phone on ‘do not disturb’ after midnight.

I’m still gazing at the phone, not able to move. A few minutes later, a voice interrupts my stare-a-thon at my phone screen.

“Trina? Are you okay?” It’s a familiar voice, because it sounds like Ben, but not quite right. I look up to see Jack.

“I… I think I need Ben. C-can you call him for me?” I whisper.

“Sure.” Jack’s voice is reassuring. “I’ll be back in a second, okay?”

I look up at him and nod. The concern in his eyes is obvious. I spend the next few minutes squeezing my hands together, my phone in my lap as I wait for Ben. It registers that Jack comes in at some point and sits on the bed across from me. He says nothing, simply sits with me while we wait for Ben.I don’t let myself look him in the eye, hating that he’d be able to read the fear in my expression.

About ten minutes later, Ben rushes into the room. The panic-stricken look on his face and his rapid breathing are only there for a split second before he quickly schools his features to a more neutral expression—for my benefit, I’m sure. While Ben squats in front of me, his hands on my knees, Jack stands and quietly leaves the room, pulling the door closed behind him.

“I’m here,” Ben assures me. “You okay?”

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