Page 10 of Forget me Knot
Casting a glance down at the homeless couple and then back at the warehouse, I feel a pang of sadness. It’s not the first time we’ve seen this, and it won’t be the last. If I were to take a bet, I’d say a camping stove bursting into flames by overheating caused by using a pan of larger diameter than the burner ring. Along with sleeping bags and whatever else they’ve got in there, in this unusually dry weather, it all lit up like tinder.
But there’s no time to dwell on the could-have-been and the state of the world. As firefighters, we live in the moment, reacting to the immediate needs and leaving the rest for later—or for someone else.
After the smoke clears and the last ember is doused, we return to the station. I can’t shake the feeling that gnaws at me—the one that says I should be doing more, not just for Lily, but for people like the couple we just saved.
I mull over my thoughts back at the station as we strip off and hit the showers. It does nothing to wash away those images I’ve concocted of Lily rolling around in rose petals, slick pooling in her pussy as I nail her so hard, she’ll break in half. I groan softly as my cock springs to action, glad of the private cubicle. I grip it tightly and tug, closing my eyes as I let the fantasy of riding Lily until I knot inside her roam through my mind. I increase my speed, feeling my dick harden further in my hand as I imagine the sounds she would make, those sweet whimpers and gasps. She’d call out my name, not Jack’s, and that thought alone sends me over the edge. My release hits me like a fire truck, spurting my cum out all over my hand.
Shit. That was intense.
After I catch my breath and rinse off, I head back to my locker, feeling lighter yet more conflicted than ever. I can’t let this obsession with Lily take over. She’s Jack’s, sort of. At leastfor now. The conversation has been had once or twice about finding an omega for the pack, but I can’t say any of us have really tried actively searching. We’re all still young, in our mid-twenties. It’s not major that we mate anytime soon, but now I wonder if Lily could be that omega.
I pull on fresh clothes and know I won’t be able to escape her pull much longer. But I need Jack to step up first. Me barging in and getting to know Lily better while he’s messing about with his dick in hand is bad form. So that’s a conversation that needs to happen sooner rather than later.
As I tie my boots, I decide tonight’s the night for that chat with Jack. No more dilly-dallying. If he has feelings for Lily – feelings stronger than a casual shag – he needs to man up and tell her.
The station is quiet now, the buzz of the emergency long behind us. I grab my mobile from the locker, scrolling through for any distractions as the end of the shift arrives and the new team rolls in.
But before I can open it, my phone buzzes with an incoming call. It’s Jack.
“Hey,” I answer, trying to sound casual despite the knot that forms in my stomach whenever I think of Lily.
Jack’s voice comes through loud and clear, edged with a hint of laughter. “Sam, can you get over to Forget Me Knot?”
“Why? What’s up?” I ask curiously.
“Lily’s trying to move a giant cactus, and it’s about to become a prickly disaster. I’ve got to go, and she won’t leave it until I can get back.”
“Okay,” I murmur before hanging up and grabbing my keys. This is weird. Jack is usually so territorial over her. Ringing me to help is unprecedented at best.
On the drive over, I try to shove thoughts of Lily out of my head. It’s futile, though; she’s under my skin like splinters,impossible to ignore. Her vibrant green eyes dance in my mind’s eye, haunting me with what-ifs and maybes.
As soon as I walk into Forget Me Knot, the scent of lily and vanilla hits me like a sucker punch—Lily’s personal aroma mingling with the fresh fragrances of her flowers.
“Lily,” I call out, stepping further into the shop. Jack is nowhere in sight, which sends a strange pang of nerves shooting through me.
“Back here!”
Navigating through a maze of blooms, I finally spot her wrestling with a cactus that looks like it belongs in a desert rather than a quaint English flower shop. Her cute arse is stuck up in the air as she tries to shove the cactus through the back door of the shop. She straightens up, hands on her hips, and her light brown hair is pulled into a messy bun with strands escaping to frame her face, which is flushed with effort.
“Bloody hell, Jack wasn’t kidding about it being giant,” I joke, approaching her.
She grins, wiping sweat from her brow with the back of her hand. “Yeah, well, Jack bailed on me. You’re my knight in shining armour now. Hope you bought a reinforced suit.”
Chuckling, I immediately feel at ease with her.
“So why didn’t Jack stay to help?” I ask casually.
“He had a job,” she grunts as she places her flip-flopped foot on the cactus’s brown plastic pot and tries to shove it forward that way. “No!” she yells as it topples away from her and wobbles precariously.
I dive forward, skidding to a stop on my knees next to the cactus to grab the pot to stop it from tumbling over into the flowers nearby. I grip the pot and get to my feet, lifting it with a bit more effort than I’d like to admit. “Fuck, this thing weighs a ton! Why do you have it?”
She giggles, a sound that makes my cock go hard. “Well, funny story. I ordered one in for a customer. It was meant to be five inches, but I accidentally ordered one that was five feet!”
I let out a snort, nearly dropping the cactus at the sheer cuteness of this entire situation. “Okay, well, note to self: the omega does not know what five inches looks like.”
We lock gazes, and her scent wafts straight up my nose. She flushes a deep pink that is too adorable for words.
Clearing my throat, I force my gaze away and heft the cactus higher up. “Where to?”
