sandwich.
On a long, put-upon sigh, he scooted his chair back under
the table and placed his elbows on the wood surface. “Okay, you need some sort
of proof since my word isn’t good enough.”
She opened her mouth to protest, but he held up his hand to
silence her.
“We’ll deal with your lack of trust. For now, let’s stick to
the point at hand. When I took you to the party last week, no one questioned
why I was with you.”
“I’m sure they were being polite.” Her tone was prim as her
stomach flipped over. She didn’t like where this conversation was going.
He gave a bark of laughter. “You don’t know firefighters. We
practically live together, and they’re never polite. If they wondered what I
was doing with you, they would have asked me why I needed to take my charity
fuck out in public.”
That stopped her cold and she raised a brow.
A cocky smile splayed over his gorgeous face. “Do you want
to know what they did say?”
The mature, sensible part of her wanted to say no, but the
giddy female in her couldn’t help but wonder. In an attempt to be casual, she
shrugged.
“You don’t fool me.” He slid his fingers around her wrist,
his thumb stroking the pulse point. “Let’s see, Trevor would have stolen you
right out from under me if given half a chance. Then there was Bobby, who
couldn’t stop talking about your killer body. Oh, and Jimmy asked me if I’d be
interested in a threesome.”
“Oh!” A purely feminine thrill shot through her. Smile
quivering on her lips, she straightened.
“Now I’ve got your attention.” He chuckled, his grasp
turning into a vise grip. “For the record, Trevor wouldn’t have gotten two
steps with you, I told Bobby to shut the fuck up, and I will never share
you, so get that idea right out of your wild little mind.”
The grin grew until it hurt her cheeks. Was it possible they
matched after all? “I wouldn’t do that.”
Like a bolt of lightning, he shot out from the chair, causing
it to skid across the floor. He hauled her up, making her heart pound. With a
sweep of his arm, he pushed the plates to the floor. Dishes crashed and
clattered around them as he put her on the table. That intense, territorial
gleam in his dark brown eyes. “Damn straight you won’t.”
Chapter Nine
“Look, he’s pussy whipped.” Trevor’s amused voice startled
Lukas from his Abby-centric thoughts.
Lukas shifted in his chair and tried to work up some
interest in the conversation around the station’s kitchen table. He thought
Trevor, Jimmy and Charlie were talking about some bar they’d gone to the other
night. “What?”
“You’re pussy whipped.” Trevor repeated in a slow voice, as
though Lukas might be dull-witted.
“No, I’m not.” The rejection was automatic, but the idea
didn’t appall Lukas the way it once would have. In fact, he wasn’t sure the
statement didn’t hold merit. He’d been with Abby for one month and wanted her
now more than ever.
Their relationship had progressed to the next level. Tomorrow they were going to brunch with Abby’s family, and then heading to
dinner at his mom’s on Sunday, figuring it was best to get the stress of
meeting each other’s families over within one weekend. His mom, who’d been
waiting for this day since he’d been born, was beyond excited.
But he hadn’t been thinking about tomorrow. Or the guys’
exploits. No, his mind had been on the phone sex he’d talked Abby into earlier. A horrible idea. Forced to sit in the office, staring through the big, clear
window overlooking the main floor, while he talked so dirty he’d surprised even
himself. She’d eaten it up, and his cock had ached listening to her breathy
moans and pants as she rubbed her responsive little clit until she came.
Since the call, he’d been unable to concentrate on much else.
“I don’t know.” Charlie rubbed the dark scruff on his chin
and jaw. “How long’s it been since you’ve been out with us?”
Lukas
On a long, put-upon sigh, he scooted his chair back under
the table and placed his elbows on the wood surface. “Okay, you need some sort
of proof since my word isn’t good enough.”
She opened her mouth to protest, but he held up his hand to
silence her.
“We’ll deal with your lack of trust. For now, let’s stick to
the point at hand. When I took you to the party last week, no one questioned
why I was with you.”
“I’m sure they were being polite.” Her tone was prim as her
stomach flipped over. She didn’t like where this conversation was going.
He gave a bark of laughter. “You don’t know firefighters. We
practically live together, and they’re never polite. If they wondered what I
was doing with you, they would have asked me why I needed to take my charity
fuck out in public.”
That stopped her cold and she raised a brow.
A cocky smile splayed over his gorgeous face. “Do you want
to know what they did say?”
The mature, sensible part of her wanted to say no, but the
giddy female in her couldn’t help but wonder. In an attempt to be casual, she
shrugged.
“You don’t fool me.” He slid his fingers around her wrist,
his thumb stroking the pulse point. “Let’s see, Trevor would have stolen you
right out from under me if given half a chance. Then there was Bobby, who
couldn’t stop talking about your killer body. Oh, and Jimmy asked me if I’d be
interested in a threesome.”
“Oh!” A purely feminine thrill shot through her. Smile
quivering on her lips, she straightened.
“Now I’ve got your attention.” He chuckled, his grasp
turning into a vise grip. “For the record, Trevor wouldn’t have gotten two
steps with you, I told Bobby to shut the fuck up, and I will never share
you, so get that idea right out of your wild little mind.”
The grin grew until it hurt her cheeks. Was it possible they
matched after all? “I wouldn’t do that.”
Like a bolt of lightning, he shot out from the chair, causing
it to skid across the floor. He hauled her up, making her heart pound. With a
sweep of his arm, he pushed the plates to the floor. Dishes crashed and
clattered around them as he put her on the table. That intense, territorial
gleam in his dark brown eyes. “Damn straight you won’t.”
Chapter Nine
“Look, he’s pussy whipped.” Trevor’s amused voice startled
Lukas from his Abby-centric thoughts.
Lukas shifted in his chair and tried to work up some
interest in the conversation around the station’s kitchen table. He thought
Trevor, Jimmy and Charlie were talking about some bar they’d gone to the other
night. “What?”
“You’re pussy whipped.” Trevor repeated in a slow voice, as
though Lukas might be dull-witted.
“No, I’m not.” The rejection was automatic, but the idea
didn’t appall Lukas the way it once would have. In fact, he wasn’t sure the
statement didn’t hold merit. He’d been with Abby for one month and wanted her
now more than ever.
Their relationship had progressed to the next level. Tomorrow they were going to brunch with Abby’s family, and then heading to
dinner at his mom’s on Sunday, figuring it was best to get the stress of
meeting each other’s families over within one weekend. His mom, who’d been
waiting for this day since he’d been born, was beyond excited.
But he hadn’t been thinking about tomorrow. Or the guys’
exploits. No, his mind had been on the phone sex he’d talked Abby into earlier. A horrible idea. Forced to sit in the office, staring through the big, clear
window overlooking the main floor, while he talked so dirty he’d surprised even
himself. She’d eaten it up, and his cock had ached listening to her breathy
moans and pants as she rubbed her responsive little clit until she came.
Since the call, he’d been unable to concentrate on much else.
“I don’t know.” Charlie rubbed the dark scruff on his chin
and jaw. “How long’s it been since you’ve been out with us?”
Lukas
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