Page 14 of Wrong Number, Right Grumpy Firefighter

She cups my balls, gently fondling them, as she runs her tongue back up my shaft.

“I’m getting out all the embarrassing confessions now, while you’re the most unlikely to run away.”

“Oh, I’m not running from you. Not tonight. Not ever again.”

“Good.” She takes me into her mouth again, but this time my cock touches the back of her throat.

“Back up,” I insist. She scoots back on the bed, my cock still fisted in her hands. I stay on my knees just off to the side. “Spread those legs for me, sweetheart. I want to feel how much sucking my cock makes you.”

I plunge a finger into her channel and swear loudly.

“Wet enough for you?” she teases.

I can’t take it anymore. I push her onto her back and crawl above her body. “I’m clean, but I’ll use a condom if you want me to.”

“I’m clean too. And on the pill.”

“You’re okay if I fuck you bare?”

She reaches between us, guiding my cock to her entrance. “Yes, Dean. I want you to come inside me.”

I slide home in one savage thrust, and she cries out as her hips arch up to take me in. I slide my hands beneath her ass, desperate to plunge deeper and deeper. I lower my mouth to hers and lose myself in every sensation between us. The hungry lips, the greedy hands, the joined parts that make us one. Her nails scrape my back as she cries out. Her pussy convulses around my dick, and I can’t hold back any longer.

I don’t want to hold back.

I thrust home one final time, holding myself as deep inside her as I can get. I release my seed in her depths, claiming the woman I know now I was always meant to be with. I’ll never waste another daynotwith her.

“You’re mine, Heather.”

She slides her hands up my neck. “Well, that means you’re mine too then.”

“Of course I am.” I claim the kiss she so freely offers, my cock still nestled in her channel. I want to tell her I love her—that I’ve loved her for years—but I know it’s too soon for that bold of a confession. “Should we try to sleep?”

“We could try,” she says, looking over my shoulder. “But I have a feeling someone’s going to throw a fit until he gets his dinner.”

Aries lets out a long, protesting meow from the bedroom doorway. If this is what my future looks like, I’m the luckiest fucking guy on the planet.

9

HEATHER

“How should we tell them?”I ask Dean as he parks along the curb in front of Nana’s house. It doesn’t matter that it’s a random Monday. Nana can find a reason to celebrate on any day of the week. Today, she decided to throw a party in honor of a dog she had thirty years ago. The best part? No one even batted an eye when the group text went out.

“We could just start making out by the cake,” Dean says.

“I’m not trying to give Penny a heart attack.”

“She’ll be happy about this, trust me.”

“How do you know?” Penny and I have been best friends since we were five years old. I’ve always shared everything with her. Except for the two-decade-long crush I’ve had on her brother. It felt too awkward to admit, especially because I never thought he’d feel the same. In my wildest dreams, I never imagined we’d end up in a committed relationship together.

And yet, here we are.

“It’s just a hunch,” Dean says.

“You don’t think she’ll be weirded out or anything?”

“She’s your best friend, Heather.”