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"You need to eat."
It's not a suggestion.
"I'll make you a sandwich," I tell her, getting back on my feet and heading for the tiny fridge under the counter on the other wall.
There's not a lot of space in here. Too many desks and equipment, in addition to the tiny area set up to serve as living space several nights a week for the ranger on duty up here.
It doesn't leave much room for two people to work together, especially when they're trying to avoid bumping into each other all the time.
Case in point, the way Red's long hair brushes against the bare skin of my arm as I push past her on my way to see if there's enough food in stock up here to actually make her the sandwich I promised.
It's enough to send my whole system off balance, getting me riled up in every bit the same way she always did back when she was my best buddy's off-limits little sister.
My dick comes to life as those soft curls seem to cling and follow me and all I can think about is how bad I want to wrap them around my fist and plunge into Red's sweet pussy while I've got her bent over that damn desktop.
"You okay?"
Damn. I must have groaned out load.
"Fine. You're out of those cheese slices you like." I keep my back turned to her, acting like I'm just pissed off about the lack of food in her fridge while I try to adjust my dick in these fucking tight uniform pants that don't hide a damn thing.
Making a mental shopping list of all the shit she needs if she's going to be staying up here for days at a time before getting down to Alice's general store in town for supplies helps tame my raging hard-on, at least.
"Take a break and eat," I order, setting the plain white bread and ham sandwich down on the desk. "When's the next time you're due to get out of here?"
She leans back in her chair, looking at the sandwich I just made for her like it might bite her back before picking it up in one hand.
"Until that fire is declared one hundred percent contained, I can't leave."
Red bites into the sandwich and I've never been so fucking jealous of processed ham in my damn life.
Watching her eyes close with those thick, cinnamon-red lashes fluttering against her cheeks as she moans in satisfaction has my pants choking my cock all over again.
"I'm going to go check in with the fire crew," I jump to action, grabbing for the jacket I left hanging on the peg by the door and praying it's long enough that she doesn't notice the bulge behind my zipper.
"I'll back tomorrow with some damn groceries so you don't fucking starve up here all week."
3
MEADOW
Over the last few days, I have run into Oz's broad back twice, stumbled into that muscular ass once when I didn't notice he'd bent down to tie his boot, and we won't even discuss what's involved with trying to walk past each other on the narrow catwalk that runs the perimeter of the lookout.
This tower is too small for the both of us and I swear Ozzie gets in my way on purpose.
Or maybe I'm the one responsible for all our accidental collisions. I don't even know anymore.
What I do know is that every time I touch him, I want to do it again.
"I notice you haven't moved that box of books I hauled up all those steps."
Leaning back in his chair, he props his boots up on the desk and smirks at me with a suggestive glance over to the narrow bed against the far wall.
"I've never been into bodice-rippers."
That'd be my sister, Terra. I should take the box Ozzie brought up here home to her. She's probably depleted the entire supply of what's available in the little free library box in town.
"What rippers?"
