Put Out (Kilgore Fire Book 5)(10)

By: Lani Lynn Vale

Once I was clean, I slipped my panties and bra back on, and was just slipping my feet into a pair of my brother’s coveralls that he wore in the garage so he wouldn’t get his clothes completely fucked up, when I heard the outer office door open.

“Hey!” I called to, who I thought was, my brother or sister. “Can you bring me my phone off the desk? I hear it ringing, but forgot to bring it in with me.”

I brought the coveralls up and over my shoulder, fingers on the zipper to close it up, when I looked up and noticed the shadow in the doorway.

“Thank…” I froze at seeing Bowe standing there.

He had my phone in his hand, and his eyes were on my belly.

I looked down and cursed.

The bra I was wearing today was one of my more sheer ones. Although you couldn’t actually see my nipples in them, you could definitely see the outline of them. My panties, however, were a different story.

Those were see through, and you could see the hair covering my sex, as well as the very inside of my thighs in the slit of the coveralls that I’d been about to zip up.

“Oh,” I said, my hands fumbling to spread my fingers and pull the sides of the coverall to hide my abdomen. “I’m sorry. I thought it was my brother or sister.”

“Your sister went home in her car, which I might add your brother said needs to get new tires, and your brother’s finishing up on my car. I came in here to drop the money off.” His eyes were still on my belly.

“Oh,” I replied dumbly. “Okay.”

My hands fumbled at the zipper, and finally I was able to pull it up, not stopping until the zipper was zipped up completely to my collarbone.

“Do you need a receipt?” I asked helpfully.

He looked like he was ready to bolt.

Did I scare him?

“No,” he shook his head and returned his eyes to mine. “I’m going to give him cash. We usually do this under the table.”

“Ahh,” I replied with nothing else to say to that. “Is that car street legal?”

He shook his head. “No. The tires on it are racing tires, not to mention you get them on the road and they’ll wear down quicker than you can say ‘bald.’”

I grinned.

“I didn’t think so, but it doesn’t hurt to ask.”

He was at the door now, and I took a step forward, to do what, I didn’t know.

The moment he saw my foot move, though, he was pushing out the door.

“See you later,” then he was gone, leaving me incredibly embarrassed.

I knew I wasn’t the smallest girl around.

I wasn’t the biggest, no, but I had curves.

I had a lot of them.

Boobs, butt, and hips—I had it all. I just had a lot of it all.

I wore a size ten on a good day, and a size twelve on all the others.

I had a love for pizza and all things fattening, and it showed on the days I couldn’t control my urges.

My body also disgusted me.

I hated it. I hated everything about my thighs and my boobs.

I hated that my breasts were the first things to draw a man’s attention.

I hated that I could never find jeans that fit my ass and thighs.

I hated that I couldn’t find a shirt that fit my pudgy belly and my size D boobs.

Overall, I had a definite complex when it came to my body, and to have Bowe run away after seeing it was definitely disheartening. Especially since I had the hots for the damn man.

Fucking wonderful.

With no parting words to my brother so he wouldn’t tell me to get out of his coveralls, I went out the side door in case Bowe was still there, and headed to my car.

Dammit, it was only eleven and I was already having a bad day.

Chapter 4

I am strong. But I’m fucking tired. So the bed is going to have to be enough for now. Tomorrow I’ll worry about what’s become of my life.

-Bowe’s secret thoughts


“Stupid, goddamned kids these days wouldn’t know to be scared if they heard banjo music while canoeing,” I muttered to my partner on the ambulance for tonight, Tai.

Tai looked over at me with a wide grin.

“You’re trying to tell me that you think that kid’s stupid?” He nearly said it with a straight face.


“Yes,” I replied. “Incredibly so.”

My eyes went to the kid who had tried to outrun a police officer while on a fucking bicycle, of all things.

“You’re being too hard on him,” Tai teased. “Just look. He got pretty far on it.”

“That was because Downy let him get that far,” I told him as I opened the door to the ambulance. “Now we have to go all the way down that stupid hill for him.”

“Yo,” Downy, a cop on the Kilgore Police Department, as well as a member of the SWAT team with us, called as he saw us approach. “You get the story on him?”

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