Page 57 of Stuck with my Brother's Firefighter Besties

“Oh, hell no,” he growled, crashing his lips against mine to claim me as his own. “It was too right. I was going to lose my mind. I need to be inside of you.”

He grabbed me and lifted me onto the dresser, pressing my back against the mirror as he tore my T-shirt off. I didn’t have anything on underneath, so my flushed skin leaned back against the cold mirror, making me squeal.

It didn’t do anything to cool me down, though. I had flames licking all over my skin. I was on damn fire.

“Come here.” He kicked off his pants and dragged me to him, his cock immediately teasing my entrance. His mouth bumped into my throat as his hand bunched up in my hair. “Fucking hell, you’re sexy.”

I pulled myself toward him and pushed him inside of me, the first thrust sending a shock wave of pleasure through me.

The intensity of it nearly sent me crashing to the floor, but luckily, he was there to hold me upright, to keep me still while each thrust caused me to see delicious stars that filled me with joy.

Fuck, I think I’m falling, too,I thought desperately as I flew to heaven.

But I couldn’t get too stuck in that thought, because the pleasure cascaded and crashed through me hard, almost shattering my bones with hot bliss.

I lost myself and my mind switched off completely as I became a slave to my sensations. Ryan had me soaring, flying high, and I didn’t want to ever leave this place—these arms, this passion and lust.

This was utter heaven, and that was exactly why I was in so much trouble.

His fingers dug deeply into my skin as the pleasure erupted from him, flooding me. I listened intently, soaking up every single sound as it vibrated from his throat.

Those sounds were fucking amazing, and so was knowing that I was the one to coax them from him.

I wanted to capture this moment, to keep it with me forever, to keep it with me always.

* * *

The storm had finally eased when I opened my eyes, though the cabin still hummed with the memory of last night’s chaos.

Sunlight filtered through the curtains, soft and pale, and for a moment, everything felt still. Peaceful, even.

I stretched, feeling Ryan’s warmth beside me. His arm was draped over my waist, his breathing slow and steady. It made me feel…safe. Whole.

I couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at my lips as I replayed the night in my mind. The passion, yes, but also the tenderness.

The way he looked at me, like I was more than just a complication in his life. Like I was someone he wanted.

For the first time in a long time, I felt empowered. Not just because of what happened between us, but because I’d let myself have it.

I hadn’t shied away, hadn’t second-guessed myself into oblivion. I took what I wanted.

But that warmth was short-lived.

My phone buzzed on the nightstand, breaking through the quiet. I frowned, reaching for it. The screen lit up, and the number was unrecognizable. A text.

>> Do you really think you can start over? You’ll never escape what’s coming. Watch your back.

A shiver ran down my spine as I read the message, the cryptic words sinking into me like cold, wet stones. My throat tightened, and I felt my pulse quicken.

Who could this be?

I stared at the screen, my mind racing through possibilities. A wrong number, maybe? Some random stranger?

But the words felt deliberate, intentional, and they unsettled me in a way I couldn’t quite explain.

“Lila?” Ryan stirred beside me, his voice groggy.

I quickly turned the screen off, setting the phone back on the nightstand. “It’s nothing,” I lied, my voice shaky. “Go back to sleep.”

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