Page 45 of Full Moon Frenzy

“I’m glad. That she made it through transport.”

He had seen two eclipses in his lifetime, the most recent being just a year or so earlier. Cambric Creek had nearly been in the path of totality, the moon passing over the sun just over Main Street, leaving a brilliant golden ring as darkness swallowed the town. Her eyes resembled that solar eclipse so entirely, Trapp couldn’t imagine ever looking at anything else as he stared down at her.

Her hand had landed on the zipper of his flight suit, drawing it down, down, low enough that it would have been in danger of dropping to the ground if the back was not pinned behind his body.

“What are you—”

His words cut off on a hiss when her palm landed on the hot shape of him, his cock immediately hardening again. Her fingers moved slowly, dragging up and down his length as his shaft swelled with blood, thickening against the heat of her hand. Her nails tracked down until they grazed his knot. It wasn’t swollen yet, but it would be soon, especially if she kept this up.

“I hate you here,” she murmured, drawing down his waistband and easing him out. “Why did you have to be here, Trapp? This was supposed to be my new start. How the fuck am I supposed to do that if you’re here?”

He couldn’t answer. His eyes fluttered shut, mouth going slack, his head dropping back as she licked a hot stripe up his length, her tongue teasing at his tip before sucking him into the hot cavern of her mouth. For what felt like a small, intensely pleasurable eternity, he was unable to speak at all. His hands found their way into her thick curtain of hair, scraping lightly over her scalp as her head bobbed, sucking him in deeper than anyone ever had. He gathered her hair up, at long last, testing its weight, finding it just as heavy in his hand as he remembered.

“Of all the fucking hospitals, of all the towns . . . why did you have to come here, Adi? This is my life. My home. And you’re ruining it already.”

A small moan broke from his throat when her hand raised to grip his sac, once he’d begun to lightly thrust against her. It was a good thing he was leaning against his passenger seat, for there was no way he’d be able to stand on his own. His legs were half-jellied by then, trembling, her knuckle pressing into his un-sunned perineum as she squeezed his balls. Trapp tightened the hand that still held her hair when he came, groaning as she milked him through it, his cock spurting up every drop of the last twenty-four hours’ worth of frustration.

Perfect timing. He raised his head hazily, seeing the ambulance pulling onto the street in the near distance, just as she released him, spent and slack in the cool air.

Adriana grabbed hold of the handgrip inside the door as he tucked himself away, pulling herself up until she was face-to-face with him. It was a bad idea to lean into her kiss, but he’d been on a bender of bad ideas for the last month, and one more couldn’t hurt, he thought, opening his mouth to meet hers roughly.

She spat the mouthful of semen against his tongue, filling his mouth, pulling back seconds before the ambulance pulled into the bay.

“This doesn’t change anything, Trapp.”

He staggered when she climbed over him, seating herself behind the wheel of his truck as he zipped the flightsuit back up to his waist, stumbling a bit as he spun on his heel, spitting the mouthful of cum out, furious that he’d already emptied his water bottle. She was pulling away the instant he stepped back, allowing the vehicle’s forward momentum to slam the passenger door shut; was already at the corner by the time he’d reached the ambulance, pulling the side door open, startling Oleg inside.

“Ope! Where’d you even come from?!”

He watched the brake lights flare just before she turned off the street, still dazed. She was going to be his ruin. Had already started doing so, and he had no script for this. No practiced smile, no central casting note, no studio audience cheering him on. Who was he, if not Trapp Hemming, friend to all, author of his own narrative?

He had no fucking idea.

Adriana

“You asked before — I have four years on fire . . . five? Almost five. Took the test to get off the road.”

Her head lifted, brows turning down in confusion for the space of a few seconds before she remembered that she had asked him about being a firefighter the previous day. Adriana looked around the ambulance, eyes narrowing as she gestured to the road beyond the dashboard, as if Trapp were imagining it to be something different.

“. . . Aren’t we on the road now?”

He blew out a huff of air through his nose, the corner of his mouth pulling up slightly, the sound so entirely familiar that for an instant, she was twenty-three years old, awkward and anxious and somehow entertaining the most handsome, popular member of their cohort. He could have sat anywhere, talked to anyone, but he’d chosen her table, and even now, a decade and a half later, Adriana still didn’t understand why.

“I’m the senior shift paramedic, so I train with all the incoming EMTs. I’ll be back on a hybrid fire rotation next month.”

“But why? At least if you’re on the street as a medic, you’re using your training, all of your education. Why would you be willing to just—”

“Because this job is a lot.” His voice held a sharp edge that silenced her. An edge she understood, Adriana thought. For a long, weighted moment, the quiet was a shadow, sitting between them, crowding the center console until Trapp broke it.

“Why did you leave the ED? That’s all you wanted in school.”

She stiffened at the loaded question, shocked that he was directly acknowledging their shared past at all. Forcing herself to stay impassive, she contemplated her answer. Because I was drowning. Because it was killing me. Because some days it felt like it would be easier never to wake up again than to go back in. “Because that job is a lot.” Her voice was soft, barely a whisper.

He nodded, not needing further explanation. Of course he understood.

Neither of them had acknowledged what had happened in the hospital lot.

She didn’t know why she’d done what she did, only knew that she’d been thinking of it most of the day. It would have been different if she didn’t already know how his cock felt in her mouth, if she didn’t already know the weight of it on her tongue . . . and then she’d watched him strip his clothes off in the back of the ambulance. He’d looked outsized in the cramped space, curling to sit on the edge of the narrow bench as he stripped down to his underwear, as if he were trying to make her crazy, doing it intentionally! Her hands, curled around the edge of her seat, had kept her in the cab, gawking at his exposed flesh. His straining erection was barely contained, but by then, he’d had nothing on his mind except the accident they were rushing towards, and her control had nearly snapped.