Page 61 of Playing with Fire

Thinkingabout the last few days with Izzy made me smile. We’d spent every minute we could together. After the way Nikki and Alice responded to the idea that I was going to kiss Izzy on Saturday, I wasn’t really worried about how they would react to us being together. But I knew they would have questions. They’d both giggled this morning when I kissed Izzy on the cheek before leaving for work. It felt so natural and so right, I didn’t even give myself a moment to think about it. Starting tonight, the girls would be with Maggie for the next five days. And I planned to make the most of it with Izzy.

I stepped back and inspected the rig, pride surging through me. I loved giving it a fresh wash. Voices echoed from inside the bay, and I glanced that way. Seth stood, arms crossed, glowering at Zack, who was dancing around like a kid on Christmas morning.

“The probie smiled,” Zack announced loudly, pointing toward Seth. “It was real quick, but he smiled.”

I shook my head. Seth had slowly acclimated to us over the last couple of weeks. He was just quiet and kept to himself. Complete opposite of Zack, who was the most extroverted of all of us. Jay stood off to the side watching the scene with a smirk. He glanced my way, catching my eye, and schooled his features.

I wanted to feel bad for not telling him about Izzy and me, but I didn’t. He thought I wasn’t right for her. Too old. Too much baggage. I got it. I did. But I wasn’t ready to hear it again. Maybe once he saw how happy we were, he would be more okay with it. If not, that was his problem, not mine.

I shook my head and focused back on the truck, sighing when the alarms went off a few minutes later.

After two more calls, I collapsed back on the sofa, stretching out. My phone vibrated and I pulled it out, smiling as I clicked on the text notification from Izzy. I held back the groan that wanted to slip out from the selfie that filled my screen. Izzy, blonde curls falling down around her shoulders, a mischievous spark in her eyes, and the only thing covering her breasts was a bright pink, very tiny bikini top.

Jesus. My dick jumped in my pants.

I ignored the desire pumping through my veins and typed out a message.

Me: Where are you?

Great, Logan. Now you sound like an overbearing parent.

Izzy: Lounging by the pool at my parents house. I stopped by to help my mom with a few things.

Me: Wish I was there.

Izzy: Not sure we’d get away with much with my parents here. Lol

Me: Oh trust me, I can be very sneaky when I need to be.

Me: And we both know you can be quiet when you need to be.

Izzy:

Me: Just wait until I have you all to myself tonight.

Izzy: Food first. You promised I could cook for you tonight.

Me: I remember. And you promised I could have you for dessert.

Me: Wear a dress. No panties.

Izzy: And what if I don’t?

Me: Only good girls get rewarded, remember?

That tingle on the back of my head, like I was being watched, made me look up. Jay stood in the kitchen, leaning back against the counter, arms crossed over his chest as he narrowed his eyes at me. Did he suspect we were together? If he asked me again, I wouldn’t lie to him. At least not directly.

When the alarms went off again, we all groaned. Today was going to be one of those days. We didn’t mind the calls, but when there were multiple ones back-to-back, it could be exhausting. Sometimes physically, and other times it could feel mentally draining as well. Today ended up being busy with simple, routine calls that left most of us dragging. But at least the arsonist was still in the wind and not setting fires.

The exhaustion evaporated by the time I left the station that night. Knowing I was headed home and Izzy was there waiting for me only left me with excitement. I did mentally brace myself for Jay to say something when I changed into jeans and a Henley after taking my shower, but that proved to be a fruitless worry. Either he was too exhausted to ask, or he was waiting for a better time for both of us.

I parked my truck in the drive, entered the house from the side door, and froze. Izzy, long blonde curls cascading down her back, swayed her hips to the music playing from her phone as she stood at the stove. The aroma of something Italian wafted through the air. I set my bag down and shut the door, moving further into the kitchen.

She glanced over her shoulder at me with a smile that stole the air from my lungs. I stepped up behind her, placing my hands on her hips and bringing us flush together, matching her rhythm and moving us to the music.

My dick jumped, hardening against her ass. I fought the urge to lift her dress, bend her over the closest surface, and sink into her soft, wet pussy.

Her head fell back against my shoulder, and I skimmed her ear with my lips, eliciting a moan from her.

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