Are you a blanket? Cause I'd love if you were on top of me
K.Los.Library:
I know at least three ways to make eight inches disappear
TheLibrarysKeeper:
Firefighters tie knots, right? How quick can you tie me down
DearDiaryWithLoveKloe:
I love my man like I love my burger… thick and juicy
Chapter 25
Wyatt
“Thirty-nine,forty,forty-one,”Liambarks with each push of my arms as I haul my body up and down through push-ups.
Normally, forty push-ups would be a piece of cake for me, but with the blistering California sun beating down, and my turnout gear on with my air pack strapped to my back, I’ve got a lot of added weight to account for. I’m sweating bullets inside my protective hood, beads of it dripping down my neck, and I force myself to take controlled breaths in and out.
This workout will not kill me. It’s not even going to come close. I’ve got this, I can do it. Mind over matter.
“Let’s go, Trip. You got this,” Luke claps his hands from a few feet away.
My arms are burning with each upward movement, and threaten to collapse with each downward one, but I keep going. When Brody calls out ten seconds left, there’s one last burst of power that rushes through me, giving me an additional four push-ups before he says time’s up.
“Nice dude,” Liam says as I sink to the ground with a groan. “Sixty-nine in two.”
“It’s the young blood in him.” Nate holds out a bottle of water, and I greedily accept it.
“Young, dumb, and full of cum,” Liam smirks.
He’s not wrong.
Hauling myself up to my knees, I rip my helmet off and push the hood back, sucking in a deep breath of stilted air that tears through my already burning lungs. It’s hotter than an asshole with a blow torch out, and I hungrily suck back the water like I’ve never had a drop in my life.
I’m learning that Nate has some kind of sadistic need to torture us. He walked in this morning and announced we’d be working out. Outside. In our bunker gear. Not quite in the worst heat of the day, but when you’re in your gear, it feels like it.
Still beats a twelve-hundred-degree fire, though.
We circuit trained for a while, going through the paces, and then he announced we were all going to go for one final push. One minute of burpees, full tripod crawl across the drive and lawn of the station—there and back—one minute of get-ups, and two minutes of push-ups.
Harder than it sounds.
“Incoming,” Luke mutters, and we all turn in the direction he’s facing.
The doors on a sleek looking sedan open—passenger and driver—and two women get out. The driver with short white hair, older, and unfamiliar. But the passenger I know. Silver hair, longer than the other woman’s, left arm in a cast.
Bryn’s Gran.
If she’s looking for the firefighters that helped her that night, she’ll be disappointed to learn they aren’t the ones on shift. Other than Brody.
Then Nate surprises me, greeting the woman I don’t know. “Grandma, to what do I owe this pleasure?”
He’s not geared up any longer, but he’s sweaty as hell when he envelops the short white-haired woman in a hug. She doesn’t seemto mind, squeezing her grandson just as tightly. The love between them is evident and unsurprising. I’ve seen him with Savanna.
“Being Ruby’s chauffeur,” she explains when he lets her go, waving at the other woman.
