Page 60 of A Baby for the Firefighter
I couldn’t believe I was really fucking Dean, but I was totally doing it. He was fully sheathed in me now, and goose bumps had spread all over my skin, my insides burning and tingling in the best way. I leaned forward to kiss Dean, and by the way he responded to the touch, I knew I wasn’t the only one consumed by fire. This was just as intense for him as it was for me, and just knowing that made the whole experience even better, if that was even possible.
I was so glad my first time was with Dean. I couldn’t think of any other alpha I could have trusted with this, but Dean made it perfect.
Especially when he rolled us around again so he was back on top.
“God,” he rumbled. “I can’t even tell you how much I’ve wanted this.”
He kissed me again before I could respond, but that was okay because I was out of words anyway. He’d started to move his hips and that slow in-out motion eradicated all coherent thought from my mind. It was all colors and explosions behind my eyelids. My whole world centered around the need in my groin, the fire burning in my veins, the feeling of him inside of me and the sparks of desire running up and down my spine.
If you’d asked me, I couldn’t have told you my name.
Not that my name was particularly important. Dean sure wasn’t asking any questions now. Neither of us was quiet, though. Thank God I’d sent my mother away. We wereloud.Groaning, moaning, gasping out incoherent words. Especially when Dean upped the pace.Jesus fucking Christ.
I’d always been a bit awkward about all of this, but in the heat of the moment, I knew no shame. I was a changed omega.
And I was loving it.
Maybe a bit too much. Because once Dean got a hand on me, I tumbled over the edge at breakneck speed. There was no slow build-up. My orgasm came over me like an explosion with no regard for casualties, leaving me panting for breath and struggling not to black-out.
Dean didn’t hold on much longer than me. He came gasping, fingers digging into my hips.
He was beautiful. It was all I could think. Covered in sweat, face contorting in absolute bliss. He was beautiful like that, and it was me who’d made him look that way.
Maybe I wasn’t a total failure of an omega.
That was the last thought on my mind before I dozed off.
26
Dean
Smoke enteredmy lungs through my nose, and I felt it scratch and sting in my throat. When I looked around myself, it was everywhere, hanging thickly in the air, threatening to black out the whole building. I needed to get out of here, but I didn’t even know which way I’d come in, and there was that woman, lying right in front of me. I had to get to her and get her out. But as soon as I took just a step forward, the floor gave way underneath my feet. With a crash, I went down.
And with a start, I woke up.
My heart raced. My eyes searched the room. Griff’s room. I was still at Griff’s.
Deep breaths, Dean. It was just another dream.
These had been happening far too often lately. I suspected that my decision to join the local fire department had something to do with their increased frequency, but I hadn’t hadonerestful night of sleep this week.
At least I didn’t wake up screaming.
Griff was snoring softly beside me, still asleep. He hadn’t noticed a thing. Good, because I had no idea what I would tell him. I didn’t want to worry him, and I sure as hell didn’t want him to see me as weak. A grown alpha struggling with nightmares. Really? The idea was ridiculous.
I swung my legs out of bed and got up. Part of me wanted to cuddle up to the warmth that Griff generated, but I knew I had to get moving to burn off the adrenaline still coursing through my veins, so I threw on the clothes I’d discarded the night before and went down to the kitchen. Once there, I got the coffee machine going and searched through Griff’s fridge for something I could turn into breakfast for the two of us. He had pancake batter, so I decided on a sweet breakfast for my sugar addict.
As I moved about the kitchen, taking in the morning sun shining through the window, the nightmare I’d had slowly faded from my mind to be replaced with memories of the night before.
Griff had beenamazing.I had no idea what had gotten into him, but could it please happen again? Even just the memory sent a pleasant tingle down my spine. I loved Griff, with or without sex, but I definitely wouldn’t say no to a repeat of last night. I might, in fact, have started humming while pouring the pancake batter in the skillet. Yeah, I was in a good mood. The nightmares would go away over time, and when they left, I would still have Griff. I was sure of that, because now that I had him back in my life, I was never going to let go of him again.
When I was done cooking, I divided the pancakes on two plates, grabbed a bottle of syrup, some cutlery, put it all on a tray along with two cups of coffee—one prepared with copious amounts of sugar—and carried it up to Griff’s room.
My love was still asleep, clutching a pillow to himself and managing to look absolutely adorable even while dead to the world. I set the tray down on the bedside table and climbed onto the mattress beside him. Gently, I kissed the top of his head, his forehead, his eyelids, the bridge of his nose and then his lips, until he started to stir and come to.
“Morning, sugar.”
He blinked at me, still half-asleep. “Sugar?”
