Put Out (Kilgore Fire Book 5)(7)

By: Lani Lynn Vale



This time I wasn’t so lucky as I had been the previous time. I touched Bowe from shoulders to ass, and my body was on fire.

“’Scuse me,” the orderly pushed back a little more.

Then, swear to God, the man pressed floor seven on the panel, making all of us groan.

“We’re going to the ground floor, not up,” PD growled.

I groaned, too, but not for the same reason.

My groan was due to the fact that I could feel Bowe’s breath on my neck, and his erection—or what I thought was his erection since I wasn’t going to wiggle around to verify—against my backside.

I swear I tried. I really did.

But with the closeness of our bodies, I had no other recourse but to move.

I had to see if that was really his cock.

I had to.

I couldn’t continue to live my life if I didn’t know.

I would literally die if I didn’t know.

So I wiggled.

Just a small amount.

It was enough, though, to have Bowe’s hand go to my hip and still the movement before I could get much more of a wiggle in, but it was enough.

It was his cock.

His really big...massive…oh, my god it’s huge…cock.

The hand on my hip squeezed, and the pain resulting from the move was enough to make me freeze.

What was I doing?

“I’m so sorry,” I whispered, dropping my head so my hair covered my face.

He let up the death grip, but he didn’t let go completely.

The next thirty seconds were the longest half a minute of my life.

All I could think about was bending my upper body over the gurney that was in front of me and presenting him with my ass.

Thankfully the doors opened, but the man with the gurney did nothing but stand there and force everyone to move around him.

Bowe and I being the last ones off.

“Go head,” Bowe’s deep voice growled.

I scurried around the gurney and squeezed out of the opening, not stopping until I was out the ER entrance and running down the street like my ass was on fire.

“Fuck, fuck, fuckity, fuck,” I growled to myself. “Fuck!”

My breathing, which was already way too labored, only got worse when the firetruck drove past me with none other than Bowe watching me as it passed.

Fucking wonderful.

Even better, my nipples were hard, and he smiled, letting me know he knew what he did to me.

Perfect! Just freakin’ perfect!





Chapter 3


I can’t tie a cherry stem with my tongue, but I can eat my body weight in carbs. Want to date me now?

-Angie’s secret thoughts

Angie

“Did you know that it takes a six-mile run to work off one Oreo?” my sister, my about to die of asphyxiation little bitch of a sister, asked me.

I turned my head to her so slowly that most people would’ve run, quickly.

My sister, Ariel, only smiled.

“What?” she asked innocently.

“Go away,” I mumbled, picking up a slip of paper that was a recent parts order, and filed it where it belonged.

“Ang!” my brother called from the garage. “Can you bring me something to wipe my eyes? There’s dirt in them!”

Rolling my eyes at my brother’s inability to prevent shit before it happened—and he damn well knew it would happen—I grabbed a wipe from the box on the corner of my desk and headed in his direction.

“What happened to make you eat like that?” Ariel asked as she stayed at my side.

I looked down at her.

“Nothing.”

“It was the firefighter again, wasn’t it?” she challenged. “That’s the only reason you would poison your body with Oreos.”

I looked down at her again and glared, then reached and snatched the half-eaten cookie out of her hand.

“These are mine,” I growled. “Don’t eat them.”

She stuck her tongue out, her teeth and mouth covered in Oreo residue, and I gagged.

“Gross,” I grumbled. “Why aren’t you at school?”

She pursed her lips and refused to answer.

When I arrived at Alec’s side, I lifted the wipe and vigorously rubbed his face clean.

“Thanks,” Alec said dryly as he pushed up.

He was standing under a car lift, an old piece of crap racing car that came in once every two weeks above his head.

He had his one hand holding the transmission in while the other tightened a nut somewhere I couldn’t see.

“You know,” I said to him. “I got you glasses for a reason.”

My brother spared me a glance, and grunted in reply.

“What are you doing here, Ariel?” Alec grunted. “Didn’t you have an award ceremony this morning?”

I looked to her and grinned.

“Busted,” I teased.

When Ariel’s face still didn’t lose the frown, I started to worry.

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