Page 74 of A Baby for the Firefighter
When we got there, Shane had already gotten the marshmallow roasting started with Jake and Conner. “Took you two long enough!” he greeted us.
I gave him a sheepish smile. “We had important things to discuss,” I said, knowing he wouldn’t believe me anyway.
“Yeah right.” He turned back to the fire.
I exhaled quietly and grabbed one of the twigs we’d prepared earlier, speared some marshmallows on it and started to roast them. Dean put his arms around my waist from behind. I leaned back into him, hoping my presence could chase the demons from his mind just for a little while.
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Dean
We withdrewfrom the fire after a little bit. I told Shane that I wasn’t feeling well, but he probably thought I was making shit up so I could be alone with Griff. I didn’t blame him; Ididwant to be alone with Griff.
My omega was amazing. He kept surprising me with his love and kindness in ways that made me want to squeeze him close to myself and never let go. Every time I got to hold him in my arms and breathe in his scent, I felt lucky.
And I wanted him to get lucky tonight. Screw being within earshot of the others, we could do this quietly. I just needed to feel him right now, to hold him as close as possible, and to know that I was giving him pleasure.
He hissed my name when I pulled his back against my chest, kissed his neck and cupped him through the fabric of his jeans. “We shouldn’t be doing this right now,” he said.
“Don’t worry, we’ll be decent. No loss of clothing required.” I could totally make him come in his pants.
“They’ll hear us.”
“No, they won’t.” I smiled at him in the glow of the flashlight we’d brought into the tent with us—and then I turned it off and turned Griff around in my arms to kiss him. He hesitated for only a second before kissing me back. Couldn’t resist, could he?
Not that I was one to talk. Sharing this small space with him was driving me crazy. Especially after all this time we’d spent getting interrupted any time we wanted to get intimate. I needed to touch more of him, feel more of him—and judging by the desperate way Griff’s breath hitched when I lowered us unto the ground, me on top of him, he felt the same way.
To keep him from making any further noise, I simply sealed his lips with my own. There was no better place for my mouth anyway—aside from maybe his cock, but I wasn’t going to go there tonight. Someday I would, and I was looking forward to it, but right now, Griff wanted me to keep him quiet and decent, so that had to wait for another time.
I would never do anything Griff wasn’t cool with, but I didn’t hear him utter complaints when I lined our groins up until I could feel the hardness in his jeans pressing against my own. The small sound he did make was muffled, but it sounded like approval. And there was definite approval in the way he dug his fingers into my back. Yeah, this would work. Not exactly textbook sex, but that didn’t matter as long as I could be with Griff, taste the sweetness of his lips, feel his warmth in my arms and draw his scent into my nose. The fact that I could also feel him buck up against me in search of friction only added to the experience.
Heat blazing through me, I dug my hands under his ass to keep him in place as I ground into him, our cocks sliding against fabric and each other. I swallowed a moan before it could escape me. Trying to get off like this was such delicious torture—and something I hadn’t done since my teenage years.
It seemed fitting, though, to do this with Griff now. He’d been the star of all my teenage dreams after all, and those dreams hadn’t lost their intensity even now. I still wanted him just as much as my horny teenage self had wanted him, only now I got to live those fantasies, and it was every bit as good as I’d imagined. Better, even. Dreams couldn’t come close to actually smelling the sweat build on Griff’s skin as he squirmed against me, trying to relieve the ache in his pants.
Not that I was faring much better. I wanted to moan, but I kept kissing him instead, even though he sounded breathless as well. We couldn’t make too much noise, though. Shane already suspected what we were doing, and I didn’t want to give him more evidence. I sure as hell didn’t want him to have to explain to the kids. Griff would kill me in the morning.
It wasn’t easy to keep that in mind as the need in my groin built, though. Something about our breathless kisses spiraled it even higher, as though my brain knew I was going to asphyxiate if this didn’t end soon. I’d rather stop breathing than stop kissing my omega.
“Dean,” Griff gasped between kisses, voice shaky. “Dean, I’m gonna…”
I captured his lips again to keep him from speaking as he tightened his grip on me, his whole body going tense and his hips jerking against me as he came.
I followed soon after. No way could I keep my cool after feeling Griff come unraveled because of me. There was nothing sexier than feeling him cling on to me, body shaking with pleasure.
“Wow,” he uttered once we were both sticky.
I smiled at him in the darkness of the tent. “Told you we could do this.”
He laughed softly. “Thank you.”
“I’m the one who needs to say thank you,” I told him honestly. I still couldn’t get over how wonderfully he’d handled my earlier confession.
“You don’t have to thank me for anything,” he insisted. “I only want you to feel better.”
“I will,” I promised. I wasn’t quite sure yet what to do about my problem, but I knew I was going to figure something out. Nothing could really scare me for as long as I had Griff by my side.
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