Carefully moving my leg off his lap, Ford stands. “I’ll let her in,” he says, but before he does, he meets my gaze. Placing one hand on the back of the couch, his other comes to the arm behind me as he leans in and drops his forehead to mine. For amoment, nothing is said as we lock eyes and breathe each other in.
It’s Ford that speaks first. “Say it again.”
Smirking, a bolt of electricity shoots through my veins as I tip my head back, bringing my lips right up against his as I whisper, “I love you.”
A groan sounds from deep in his chest as his eyelids flutter closed, and he exhales a sharp breath through his nose. “Fuck, that sounds good.” Pressing a kiss to my lips, he pulls back and says, “I love you.”
There’s another knock, this time harder. “Hollis, it’s Mom,” she shouts, her voice muffled through the door. “I know you’re in there. Open up!”
We both chuckle before Ford pads over to the front door and lets her in. In typical mom fashion, she ends up staying, but I don’t mind. Once she gives me my meds, things get a bit hazy, then they go black, and when I wake up, there’s a blanket covering me, the whole house is clean, whatever’s in the oven smells delicious, and Ford’s sitting beside me with my legs pulled over his lap again while my mom tells him all about the new property she bought.
I may not have a clue what I’m doing, or know what the future holds for me and Ford, but one thing I do know is, I could get used to this.
Who knew being in love could be so warm and fuzzy?
Twenty-Eight
Ford, Three Months Later
It’s well past nine o’clock, any light left in the sky has long since faded, and yet, I still half expect to see Finn come around the corner, or worse, Remi randomly pull up next to me, as I hop out of my truck. Other than the flicker coming from Hollis’s porch, the only light to be seen is the glow from the fireflies dancing around as the crickets chirp in the distance. We’re alone out here—I know we’re alone—but that doesn’t stop my eyes from darting all around as I take the three short steps up to the porch before pounding my fist against the tall, wooden door.
“Wolf Creek Fire Department,” I call out, placing the helmet on my head as I ignore how ridiculous this feels.
The door swings open a moment later, and my heart thrashes as I almost choke on my own tongue when Hollis comes into view. “Well, howdy, Captain,” he drawls, tipping his hat while standing before me in nothing more than a tight pair of unbuttoned Wranglers that show off the thick, stiff ridge pressed against his thigh, and the old, worn boots they’retucked into. Shamelessly running his gaze over the length of me, he lifts a thick, dark brow and flashes me a smirk that’s dripping with sex. “You come all this way to help me?”
“Got a call about a possible house fire.”
The corner of Hollis’s mouth twitches, and there’s a humorous glint in his eye as he takes a step closer and drags his finger from my chest down to my belt buckle. “Oh, I’ve got a fire you can put out, alright, but it’s a big one.” Working the buckle open and never taking his eyes off mine, he practically purrs, “Think you can handle it, Captain?”
My nostrils flare as I huff out a breath, feeling absolutely ridiculous, yet oddly turned on. “Can we just go inside?” I grit out.
Hollis snorts, using his grip on my belt to pull me into him. “You’re no fun,” he grumbles before pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to the center of my chest. A zap of arousal shoots down my spine, spreading into my balls as my pulse races.
Shoving him back, I follow him into the house before kicking the door shut behind me. “You’re lucky you got what you did,” I growl, leaning in and nuzzling my face in the crook of his neck. I inhale deeply, dragging in his musky, intoxicating scent until I’m dizzy. My teeth nip at his flesh, my thickening cock more than appreciating the yelp that flies out of him.
Moaning as I hook an arm around his waist, and forcefully shove my hand down the back of his jeans, grabbing a fistful of his tight ass, he says, “Didn’t think I’d get you in the gear.”
Tugging his earlobe between my teeth, I say, “You almost didn’t.”
Hollis lets his head fall back as I pepper his neck and shoulder with kisses while his fingers work open my pants. “I’m so fuckin’ glad you wore ’em, though,” he rasps, reaching inand pulling me out. His rough, calloused hand strokes me up and down, slowly causing me to rip at the seams. “The coat, the pants, the suspenders…no shirt.” He groans. “So fuckin’ sexy, daddy.”
Turning his head, our mouths crash together in a rough, hungry fury as I walk him farther into the house and down the hall. Continuing to stroke my cock, Hollis brings his other hand to the back of my neck, nearly knocking off the helmet as his fingers dig into the flesh. Stepping into the bedroom, we both fumble with our boots, somehow kicking them off without falling on our asses. The second we’re free of those, I’m shoving his pants down to his ankles, barely giving him time to step out of them before I palm his bare ass with both hands, hoisting him into my arms before tossing him onto the bed.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” he gasps, his dark, hungry gaze watching as I shake out of my coat before climbing on the bed after him.
There’s a bottle of lube already waiting for me, and without even checking, I know Hollis is already prepped and ready for me. We’re both frantic and desperate to fall into each other after going the last almost two weeks without barely getting any time together. I’ve temporarily been on B-shift at work, which puts our schedules totally opposite. When Hollis is waking up and starting his day, I’m falling into bed, and vice versa. It’s been torture, but I’m back on my regular shift as of today. The tension and the anticipation have been building since the moment we woke up. It started with the flirting…the teasing all day long while we were working. The pictures, and the messages, painting a very salacious image of what we both want tonight—what we bothneed.
And what we need is rough, sweaty, and fast.
Swiping the bottle off the bed, I slather the cool gelall over my dick while Hollis gets himself into position. With one hand on the headboard, he uses the other to spread himself open for me, and when he meets my gaze over his shoulder, I nearly combust. A growl thunders from my chest at the sight of him, ready and just as desperate for this as I am.
I pour some lube on my fingers, bringing them to his hole. He’s already slick and ready to go, but I add a little more for good measure. A shiver wracks through his body at the touch, and his back arches, like he’s silently begging me to hurry. Bringing my body flush with his, I stroke from base to tip, and back down, before lining myself up.
“I’ve been thinkin’ about sinkin’ into this perfect fuckin’ ass for too damn long,” I husk, my lips against the shell of his ear as I press forward, feeling Hollis bear down as I slowly sink into his tight, hot channel.
The groan that comes from Hollis is deep and guttural…primal. “Fuck, me too. I’ve missed your big, fat cock, and the way you give it to me sofuckin’good, daddy.”
I chuckle darkly as I ease in the rest of the way, my hips connecting with his ass. My heart beats against my ribs as arousal swims through my veins, making my head feel light and dizzy. “I know you have,” I rasp as I kiss along the back of his neck, giving us both a minute. “I’ve missed this too. Thought I was going to end up coming in my pants before the day was over after that last one you sent.”
