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I’d always thought the main street here looked like something out of a travel blog or a Hallmark movie. The trees are always the perfect shade of green, the fences always perfectly painted off-white, and the sun lights everything up like Heaven, giving the town an ethereal glow that is somehow both cozy and inspirational.
“Verizon finally showed up to work on the lines, which means we’re out of Internet for the next day or so, so you don’t need to come back this afternoon,” Karla said, trying to hide the excitement in her voice.
Wait...what?
“You mean I—”
“Take the day off, Nolan. I’ll call you tomorrow to let you know an update on when it’ll be back and when you can come back to the office.”
My blood chilled as her words fell on me like heavy stones.
I hadn’t taken a day off from work since...
Well, since I moved here pretty much.
Not that I didn’t think about it, but what would I do?
It wasn’t like I had a group of friends to gallivant around with, not to mention the town itself was pretty sparse in regard to entertainment...
I guess I could go home and maybe go for my daily run a little earlier?
Put a little extra time in?
“Seriously. Go home. Watch some Netflix or something. Take a break for once. I mean it,” she said before hanging up, leaving me stunned in silence.
Well, shit.
I casually steered away from the office, slowing my speed now that I knew I didn’t have to rush back to work, passing the fire station. When I’d leased my apartment, I’d thought it was a great selling point. Being close to local first responders meant I was in safe hands if something went wrong, but now it was just another reminder that my job was my life.
Instinctually, I looked for Dawson among the crew washing the fire trucks, but he wasn’t there. Probably still chatting up his brother about everything.
Must be a slow day.
A part of my brain just couldn’t let sleeping dogs lie though, as I tried to picture him among Gina and Sharky, and some of the newer rookies, like Frank. My mind couldn’t help but remember a freshly showered and shirtless Dawson looming over me, and of course that was why my brain decided to go spiraling into thoughts of watching him get all wet and soapy, stretching those back muscles as he cleaned the truck, loose suspenders caressing the shape of his ass...
Fuck, now I’m hard.
I groaned in defeat as the light turned green, shifting in my seat to try and quell my burgeoning erection.
The high-pitched tones of Foreigner singing Hot Blooded filled the speakers, making me groan all the more. I huffed out a sigh as I pulled into my parking space at Jasper Springs Towers, the apartment complex I’d called home for the last two years. I shifted myself around once more as I exited the car, feeling rather on the spot.
It was pretty early still, and thankfully, that meant there wasn’t a lot of traffic, and kids weren’t home from school yet, so the complex itself was pretty quiet. Something I appreciated at the time.
I made my way into my apartment, relishing in the privacy of my own home as I attempted to do just what Karla instructed, and take a break.
Which consisted of me trying to get comfortable on my couch as I slipped out of my white shirt and pants down to my boxers while I doomscrolled my tv for something, anything to get my mind off Dawson, that weird phone conversation, or the last twenty four hours, really.
I settled on some older episodes of Rescue Me, trying to do exactly as Karla as said and relax. But neither my mind nor my dick seemed to get the memo.
I huffed out a sigh of frustration, rolling my eyes as I leaned back into my couch cushions, knowing there was truly only one way to quiet my thoughts and get on with my day.
I closed my eyes, slid my hand in my boxers and let my mind wander, to Dawson and his dark, sexy voice over the phone, the memory of his hot, shirtless self standing above me, remembering that spicy cedar scent and those perfect, kissable lips.
Fuck.
I’d barely gotten into my fantasy before I was pulsing with need, aching to be touched. I just wished someone else other than myself could touch me.
My mind wandered to the memory of Dawson’s hands on my skin, when he’d grabbed me, filling in the spaces of fantasy as I let my thoughts spiral, imagining those same warm, rough hands wrapped around my cock, squeezing, sliding...
