Page 30 of Redwood Blaze
“Fuck, Millie.”
My breath hitched as he said my name, a guttural whisper that sent shivers cascading down my spine. The water from the showerhead pounded against his back, steam billowing around us like a fog, making the small space our own secluded world. I could feel every inch of him, the hard muscles of his chest pressing against my back, his hands gripping my hips with adesperate need. His teeth nipping at my skin, sending shivers down my spine. The room filled with the sound of our bodies meeting over and over, a symphony of need and passion.
The pressure built within me, a coiling tension that begged for release. His hands, strong and sure, gripped my hips, anchoring me to him. There was only the dance of give and take, the push and pull, the exquisite friction that threatened to devour me.
His breath hitched, a low groan rumbling from his chest. His body tensed, his fingers digging into my flesh. My own breath came in short gasps, my body trembling with anticipation. The sensation was too much.
Too intense.
Too perfect.
I screamed out his name and he planted deep while my body racked with bodyquakes and his cock unloaded everything into me.
But that wasn’t the first time that we’d taken the chance of creating a life. And the first one in that cabin six weeks ago. Apparently we hit my cycle just right.
And possibly wrong.
And now I’m standing in front of him in the bikini that will probably not fit again, but I’m okay with that. Callum insisted we vacation earlier rather than later because in his words, “After the shit we’ve been through, we need it!”
He isn’t wrong. And now I’m cautiously optimistic that he’ll be okay with this news. Let’s be real, I’ve thrown a lot at him in the last two months, the guy might be at his breaking point for crazy shit.
I touch my stomach, worry circling my mind, but no matter what I’ll be fine.
I know I will.
There’s a knock at the door and he smiles as he backs toward the door.
“Who is it?” I call out and no one answers.
When he opens the door, I’m the one with a gaping mouth.
“Blake?! How? What?”
Blake nods next to him. “This guy. He thought we both needed a vacation, so I said yes when he called.”
The bandage on his head still relays the story of what Gideon had done to him. Gideon Batenhorst was going away for decades . Attempted murder is no joke.
“Are you still with Diamond Ridge Hotshots?” I ask, giving him a huge hug.
He shakes his head. “They let me go. So I’m looking for a job and Callum tells me that you’re looking for some new Firehawks.”
“He’s not wrong. Is that something you’d be interested in?”
“Well, I don’t think I can stay away from the forest. It… It calls to me, Mill.”
“I know that feeling.”
“We can talk about it later.” He lifts his beach bag over his shoulder. “I’ll meet you guys down at the beach. I reserved a cabana for us.”
“You didn’t have to do that.”
“Are you kidding? I’d do anything for you, Supe Archer.”
Seems like a theme.
He backs out of the room and walks down the hallway.
“That was a nice surprise,” I say running my hands over Callum’s rock-hard abs. I could go lower… but I won’t. “And now I have a surprise for you.”
