Page 52 of A Baby for the Firefighter
Closing my eyes, I opened my mouth. “When I catch your scent, I want to throw myself on the floor in front of you,” I said, trying just to get it all out before I could get cold feet. “I want to wrap my lips around your cock. I want you to use me in whatever way you want. I want to make you come. In my mouth or in my ass, it doesn't matter, just as long as I can get your seed inside of me. Just as long as I can please you. There's moments when that feels like the most important thing in the world, just to be what you need. It's like I exist just to be your fuck toy, and part of me likes that idea way too much.” I pressed my lips together to stop myself from talking, hoping I had said enough. I was positive that my cheeks glowed red, and I couldn't make myself look at Dean. I could hardly even open my eyes. But then I felt Dean's fingers on my chin, tilting my face to him. His touch was gentle, as always.
“Griff...”
I blinked my eyes open, only to gaze into the green pools of his.
“I'm not going to deny that I'm turned on as hell right now,” he said. “But I would never ever treat you like a fuck toy. Do you get that? You're way too good for that and you mean too much to me.”
“Even now that you know what a dirty mind I have?” I tried to crack a joke, even though my voice broke a little, heavy with emotion. Did I really mean so much to him? I hoped so, because he meant the world to me.
He gave me a smile, and it made that uncomfortable, embarrassed feeling go away a little. “Especially now that I know what a dirty mind you have. Makes us fit together even better!” He leaned in and touched his lips to mine. I ran my fingers into his hair, needing something to hold on to before my emotions could sweep me off my feet. How lucky was I that an alpha as kind as Dean was into me? For the first time, I wondered if letting my instincts take over would really be so terrible.
Maybe with Dean, I could even enjoy it.
“I don’t care how long it takes you to get over your fear,” Dean said as we broke. “I love you, Griff.”
“You…” I looked at him wide-eyed. Had he just said what I thought he’d said?
Dean laughed softly, amused by my shocked expression. “You can’t tell me that surprises you.”
“But no one’s ever said that to me,” I got out.
“And that’s just my luck,” Dean said, kissing my forehead. “But no one’s ever confessed to me either. And do you know why?”
I shook my head. I couldn’t see how someone like Dean had managed to go through life without omegas throwing themselves at him left and right.
“Because I could never really get interested in the omegas who tried to date me,” Dean explained. “Because part of me was always stuck on you.”
But how could that be? I tilted my head at Dean, heart threatening to thump out of my chest. “I never knew.”
“No.” He laughed again. A good-natured sound. “You were always adorably oblivious. Of course, I didn’t think it was quite so adorable when I was a teen.”
I punched his arm. “You could have said something.”
“Nah.” He waved me off. “You weren’t interested back then and I couldn’t stand the thought of losing you.”
“I might have been interested!” I just kept myself from pouting. If Dean had confessed to me all those years ago, I would never have made out with that dick Thomas Dayson in high school.
“Might have been?” One of Dean’s eyebrows arched up.
I gave him a shrug. “You may have noticed I can be slow about these things, but I can’t picture a version of me that could have resisted you at any time. I was heartbroken when you moved.” I leaned into Dean’s shoulder.
“Were you?” A small smile tugged on Dean’s lips. “I used to think it was for the best because I didn’t know how much longer I could keep myself from kissing you.”
I laughed. Poor Dean. “How about you kiss me now?”
“Good idea.”
Our lips met again, lingering on each other just long enough for me to realize how much I loved him too. It could have been perfect if I could only give him everything he needed, everything we both wanted, and as we broke, a plan formed in my mind to do just that.
“I think we should celebrate your new job,” I said.
“Yeah? What sort of celebration did you have in mind?”
“I want to cook for you.”
Both of his eyebrows shot up. Abitunnecessary, if you ask me. “You what? You don’t even like cooking.”
“But I want to do it for you!” I insisted. After all the things he’d baked for me, it was only fair that I be the perfect omega he deservedonenight. “Friday night. You come over here, and we’ll have a romantic dinner! Come on.”
