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“Is anything you do normal?” Phoenix asks as she stumbles into her kitchen, her body still naked, and her hair tanged like Medusa’s snakes.
“What?” I ask as I shove a cold slice of pizza from her fridge into my mouth, taking massive bites to curb the hunger that last night worked up.
“That’s breakfast?”
“Fuck yeah. Breakfast of champions if you ask me.” I chuckle, making a small piece of cheese land on my lip. “At the station, leftover pizza is a hot commodity.”
“Ugh, men.” She scoffs and passes by me as I stand in front of the fridge with the crust hanging out of my mouth like a cigar. “Coffee?”
“Nope.” I laugh, grabbing an open beer off the counter and rattling the can so she can see it, making her roll her eyes in a humorous disgust.
“Ewww.”
“Yummy.”
It’s domestic bliss joking around with her while she brews herself a single cup of coffee from the machine on the counter and I scarf down my second piece of pepperoni and cheese. She moves around me with a fluid grace, doing her morning routine of coffee, breakfast at the dining table, and reading the local news on her phone, then goes in for a shower.
“Wanna join me?” She asks before she closes the bathroom door.
“Nah. You do you. I’ve gotta get to the firehouse. I’ve been gone for over 24 hours and they’re gonna send out a search party soon.” I laugh, walking through her apartment, gathering my clothes and stuff before grabbing my shoes off her living room floor.
The bathroom door pops back open, and she leans her head out. “Okay. But can I come with you? I’ve never been in a fire station before.
“Hurry up then.” I tell her, shooing her back in with a wave of my hands.
It’s not long before she comes out, her body wrapped in a fluffy white towel and a puff of steam following out behind her. She smells fucking amazing and it takes everything in me not to grab her and devour her as she waltzes past me on the couch towards her bedroom to get dressed.
I sit there in her living room like a young boy waiting for a first date. I’m full of nerves, and my leg bounces up and down, my knee occasionally hitting the edge of the coffee table, but I don’t even feel it. When I’m about to lose my mind, she finally comes out, dressed in the prettiest little yellow sundress and sandals, looking fresh and beautiful, making my heart leap in my chest.
The brothers are gonna eat her up.
“Yeah I know.” I say as she comes up to me, raising her one foot and kissing me on the cheek.
Her lips are soft, and she smells like a newly cut bouquet of flowers. Her hair is pinned back from her face, and she looks so very fuckable. She’s like something fresh and virginal all over again, and I want to defile her for a second time. Over my bike in that little dress would be perfect.
“Ready?”
“Let’s go.”
You can bend her over the bike later. Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm.
“My thoughts exactly.”
“What?” She asks, taking my hand in hers and leading me to the front door.
“Nothing.”
The morning is warm with a gentle breeze, and the air smells more like the flowers on the trees and in her planters than it does like the filthy city. Maybe it’s just my outlook, I don’t know, but things just seem brighter and cleaner.
My chest aches as I lead her across the street to the bike, and hand her my helmet that surprisingly still hangs on the handle bars. In a city like this it should have been stolen within minutes of me walking away from it.
I strap it under her chin, then grab the front of it, staring in her eyes with a burning hunger that can only be fed by her, and the sight of her in my helmet, in that sexy as sin sundress about to straddle my bike has me rock hard and already second guessing taking to a place full of horny, buff, first responders.
“You’re mine. Remember that.” I say, gently shaking her head.
“Yours.” She purrs, then climbs on the bike not waiting for me to get on first, showing me that she’s already comfortable with it after just that one ride from the night we did what we did.
