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“Is that what you want, Harding? To eat a predator twice your size?”
My head spun as my cock twitched and perked up, my entire being running on instinct.
Nolan pushed at my chest lightly with one finger, pushing me back.
“Wouldn’t be the first time,” he said, his voice filled with attitude as I stumbled backward.
His words fell on me like a heavy steel beam.
The unmistakable realization hit me. I’d never assumed Nolan was into guys. Hell, I’d assumed from his lack of conversation about anything outside of work and making my life a living hell, he was just another dorky asshole who’d been friend-zoned by all his chick friends, which was why I didn’t feel too bad about dreaming about stuffing his mouth full with my dick as punishment during happy time.
My cock throbbed with interest. Clearly, it had a mind of its own.
My phone had the audacity to break up the wonderfully tense moment by sounding off the incessant rings that told me my ride had arrived.
“Saved by the bell. Lucky you,” Nolan quipped, hip checking me as he slid past me, heading back toward the bar, leaving me hard, confused, and in shock.
What the fuck?
CHAPTER 2
Nolan
What the fuck is wrong with me?
I braced my arms against the table, the room spinning as I mentally recounted the absolute meltdown I’d had on my way back from the bathroom.
Of all the people to run into, to be here in this damn bar tonight, of all nights...
I just had to run into the one firefighter who I’d been stupidly fantasizing about since I ended up assigned to this region.
As if moving to a new city wasn’t hard enough, it became quite clear, quite fast, that I did not fit in. Not at the office, and certainly not at the firehouse that my firm worked with. Not that I fit in... well, anywhere really.
My mama used to say I was just “shy”, but I’m not shy. I’m awkward. Sheldon Cooper’s got nothing on me.
In my head, everything makes sense. I can say what I want, dreaming up scenarios where I blend in naturally, cool as a cucumber and the life of the party.
Where I can pretend I’m someone like Dawson Richards.
Bold, confidant. Sexy enough to be practically naked on a calendar that I jack off to after a long, boring day of numbers and figures.
Which is probably how I would have spent my twenty-eighth birthday, had my best friend Allie not convinced me to go out for once. To “let loose and have a little fun.” Even if I would be doing it alone, like I had for the last couple of years since moving here. It wasn’t like I hadn’t tried to meet people, but the town of Jasper Springs wasn’t really all that different from where I grew up. No one took a second glance at me. No one except Mr. March. At least when I first arrived.
Dawson seemed cool. All charisma and perfect smiles, that natural flirtatious air about him that was some cross between a used car salesman and high school prom king.
I thought maybe he was different. Maybe, just maybe, moving here wouldn’t be so bad if I could make one friend.
But all thoughts of hope and happiness diminished when work called us both, and Dawson’s short attention span rendered me forgotten.
Until I’d been called out on my first claim, which happened to be a local fire that Dawson had responded to.
I tried to remain professional, because what else could I do?
I’d been promoted to Jasper Springs for a reason, and that reason was there were far too many claims and not enough people to accurately investigate and close the cases. I’d always been good at my job, meeting my quotas and then some. But I’d never dreamed that I would be fought quite this hard on them by one stubborn firefighter.
Who just had you backed up against the wall like some villain from a comic book.
The memory of Dawson’s piercing gaze, the way he lumbered over me, caused my cock to stiffen like a lightning rod.
