Shock Advised (Kilgore Fire #1) (25 page)

No, he just slid right in, and the angle that he was holding my legs in caused him to go deeper than ever before, thrusting until he bottomed out inside of me. I groaned as I watched him slowly, languidly stroking into me.

I moaned loudly, looking down to watch as he moved in and out of my pussy with slow, languid strokes.

His cock was huge and hard, filling me so completely that I had to squeeze my eyes shut tightly to try to make myself last longer.

Tai was having none of me holding back, though, and he instead pushed me harder and faster, making sure I could feel him
everywhere
.

My boobs bounced, rasping lightly against the inside of my t-shirt, the turgid tips rubbing deliciously against the fabric.

He moved one hand up to cup my breast as his other hand held me in place using his makeshift handle he’d made out of my panties.

The soft slap-slap-slap of our skin, as well as my moans and his grunts, echoed in the room.

Higher and higher I climbed until I was dangling on the side of the cliff, seconds away from soaring again.

Never missing anything, Tai must have sensed this and he picked up the pace, dropping his hips slightly so the head of his cock rubbed against my G-spot with expert marksmanship.

He let go of my breast as his face tightened in concentration.

Sweat gathered on his brow, and my breathing was huffing out in soft pants.

“Tai, now,” I told him.

His eyes connected with mine, and we watched each other as I shattered in a million tiny pieces.

“Fuck!” He hissed as he felt my pussy clamp down on his cock.

He spread his lips, baring his teeth, as he came, too.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” he groaned, pouring himself into me in long, hot spurts.

After long moments, he pulled my panties from around my ankles and brought them up to wipe his release from between my legs.

I half walked, half crawled, to the side of the bed and hurried to the bathroom to clean myself up. When I got back, Tai was sound asleep on my side of the bed.

I couldn’t help staring at him, watching as he breathed evenly in and out.

He deserved everything he could ever wish for, and if he wanted a baby, who was I to deny him the chance to be the wonderful father that I knew he would be. If he wanted a baby, I’d be crazy to not want that experience with him?

He was right, anything could happen – to any of us – at any time. I was risking my heart and more pain, but I was also taking a chance on more happiness than I’d ever felt before

And, I
knew it would all be worth it, and I’d just have to pray that nothing bad ever happened.

Tai

The next day

PD, Bowe, Drew and I stared as the newcomer, Michael ‘call me Booth’ Jones, moved his belongings into what had always been Fatbaby’s locker.

He placed his bunker gear in there without a word to any of us, and I felt my heart constrict in my chest.

Fuck.

I was sure that Booth wasn’t a bad guy.

In fact, from what I’d seen of him already, he seemed like a great guy. He was a fucking military hero, for crying out loud. But regardless of how great he seemed, I was struggling with the fact that Fatbaby wasn’t coming back to work anytime soon and we had to just keep going without him

I did kinda feel bad for the guy, though, being just thrown in here, not knowing what to expect and knowing from the obvious looks on all of our faces that we were all struggling to deal with it, with him.

What made things even more awkward was the fact that he’d been very highly recommended by Fatbaby himself. Turns out that Booth is his step-brother.

But he wasn’t Fatbaby.

And what was the point of getting attached to the guy when Fatbaby was coming back? Sure, he wasn’t coming back soon, but he would eventually be back.

And when that time came, Booth would have to go.

“Alright, boys, I see you’ve met Booth,” Chief Allen said as he walked into the garage bay.

We watched Chief Allen as he approached us. None of us said a word as he did.

Booth turned to survey us, no surprise showing on his face that we were there.

“Booth will be taking over Fatbaby’s spot on shift until he’s back on his feet,” Chief Allen continued, almost ignoring the silent tension between us all.

Booth, felt it, though.

It was nothing personal.

It was just that we’d all been a team for a while now, and we worked really well together. We knew what to expect from each other. Trusted each other completely.

Fatbaby told us that Booth had been a hotshot firefighter in the Marines. He could be a bit flighty at times. And to make matters worse, he used to date Mia’s best friend, Masen.

It apparently had been a bad break up, and when I say bad, according to Fatbaby it was even worse than I was imagining. With her and Bowe now seeing each other, something that was going pretty well, it was bound to get ugly.

Really ugly.

We all got a taste of that only a few moments later when Mia, on time for fucking once in her life, walked into the bay with Masen in tow.

She had a massive box of cookies that she’d stayed up half the night baking.

We were having a bake sale and block party to help raise money for Fatbaby… something he was unaware of.

When they first entered the bay, Masen was smiling and laughing with Mia.

Then, the moment she saw Bowe, a shy smile spread across her face.

Her eyes shifted over to Booth then, who’d taken a giant step forward as soon as he saw Masen, and her face froze.

She was staring at Booth like she’d seen a ghost.

Fucking perfect.

Mia’s eyes widened as she hurried to me.

“What the hell’s going on?” She whispered fiercely. “What’s he doing here?”

I looked between Masen, Bowe and Booth, suddenly very wary, as I felt the tension blanketing the room

“He works here now,” I said softly.

“I thought he was in Iraq…or Afghanistan…” Mia trailed off as long seconds passed.

Mia watched, we all did, as Masen placed her cookies down on the engine’s front bumper, and then promptly turned and ran flat-out for Booth.

Booth caught her with practiced ease, and they hugged.

Masen cried.

Booth looked complete.

And Bowe looked seriously pissed.

A very fucked up situation, indeed.

“I hope you’re ready for a shit storm,” I muttered under my breath to my future wife.

Mia curled into my arms as we all watched the slow motion train wreck happening in front of us.

“Shit storm isn’t strong enough to describe what’s happening here,” she muttered her agreement.

I just want someone to bring me Chipotle and give me orgasms. Is that too much to ask?

-E-card

Tai

One year later

I pursed my lips and looked down at the crib like it was an evil invention made solely to piss me off.

“You need help?” Jack asked from behind me.

I said something volatile under my breath when the wrench I was holding slipped off the bolt.
For the eighth time.

“I could’ve used your help over an hour ago,” I muttered darkly.

Jack dropped down on his knees and held the two pieces of dark cherry wood together, and I screwed it for all I was worth.

“You could’ve just waited for me to get here,” Jack said helpfully.

I tossed him a dirty look.

“If I’d have done that, then Mia would’ve tried to put it together herself. She’s freaking the fuck out that JJ doesn’t have a fucking bed,” I growled.

Mia was also pregnant.
Again.

It seemed that, despite being the medical professionals that we both were, each of us struggled to remember birth control. This time, much like the last, was due to our inability to keep our hands off of each other.

One thing led to another, and before either of us realized what was happening, I was coming inside of her, and she was coming around me.

Call it a case of situational amnesia. Hell, I didn’t know what it was. I just knew that Mia’s pussy made me lose my fucking mind.

It’d been three and a half months since we’d been able to have sex, and I’d been consumed with want for her.

Mia chose that moment to come into to the room with JJ in her arms.

“I told him that we couldn’t keep JJ in our room anymore because he kept waking up whenever we tried to have sex,” Mia said, supplying my brother with way too much information

Jack laughed as he stood up, completely forgetting he was holding the boards together, and walked to Mia.

The boards slipped and fell on top of my hand, which elicited a string of vicious curses to fly out of my mouth.

Jack and Mia ignored me as Jack reached for JJ.

“How’s Jack Jr. doing?” Jack asked.

I rolled my eyes.

Jack and his big head.

Jack, Mr. Perfect, getting all the attention while I was over here breaking my hand and shit.

I dropped the tools and let them fall to my side before flopping down onto my back.

I looked up as Mia walked over.

At three months along, she was just barely beginning to show.

When she stopped by my head, I used the opportunity to look up the gap in her shorts, causing her to glare.

“Don’t look at me like that,” she snapped.

I held my hands up. “What’d you expect to happen here?” I asked, gesturing to how she was standing over me.

She glared.

I smiled as I looked up at Mia’s belly, trying hard not to allow my eyes to stray to the pink panties that were covering her pretty pussy.

“Tai!” Mia called again.

I looked up at her.

“What?” I asked.

“What are you thinking about?” She asked worriedly.

I looked down the length of my body at the erection that was straining my knit shorts, then back up at her.

“What do you think I’m thinking about?” I asked with raised brows.

I could tell she gritted her teeth.

“I’m still mad at you,” she said bluntly.

I lifted my hands to caress her ankles.

“Jack, get out of here for a little while,” I ordered.

Jack left without another word, taking JJ with him and closing the door to JJ’s room as he went.

Mia tried to take a step back, but I kept her in place with both hands gripped tightly around her ankles.

Then in a fast move she was too pregnant to avert, I was up on my knees and I had her ass in my hands as she gasped in surprise.

“Jesus, you’re like a ninja!” She growled, attempting to push my head away from her belly.

I moved my neck so her hand fell off my forehead, then buried my face into her crotch.

She started laughing, so hard, in fact, that her knees buckled.

Catching her with practiced ease, I let her see my grin.

When she was even with my eyes, I laid her backwards until her back hit the soft white carpet of the nursery floor.

“I love you,” I said. “Even if you’re being a shit head.”

She scowled. Or tried to, at least.

It came out more like a smile.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered after a few long seconds.

I shrugged and leaned forward, planting both of my hands on the ground next to her head.

Then I pressed my lips against hers.

“I know you are,” I said. “But I wish you’d just fucking marry me already.”

It sounded like a whine, and maybe it was.

But she refused to marry me until she wasn’t pregnant anymore. And with the rate that we were going, it’d never happen.

Which was what the fight had been about this morning before Mia had left to go to her mother’s for the morning to ‘cool off’ as she’d said.

So I’d used the time to put together the baby bed. As well as the new baby bed for the other baby that we’d just gotten in the mail that morning.

Apparently, you needed two beds.

One for our bedroom, and one for their bedroom.

I just hoped Mia actually did what she said she was going to start doing and that was to put JJ in his bedroom to sleep at night.

No matter how much she wanted to blame it on me for not putting together the bed, it was really because this had been very hard on her.

She still had nightmares every night, and she’d wake up gasping for air as she rolled over and felt to make sure JJ was breathing.

We’d saved the cord blood from JJ’s birth, too, just in case.

No one but Jack, Winter, Masen, and Mia’s mom babysat him.

And it was beginning to feel a bit suffocating – for ALL of us.

Something else I’d told her that morning.

“You’re going to have to let him breathe, baby?” I said softly.

She looked up at me, tears in her eyes.

“I’m going to let him breathe,” she promised.

I pressed my lips to hers and drew her into my arms.

“I love you, Mia,” I said. “And I want you to be my wife. I want you with me for the rest of my life. I need you to take my name, the same name as our babies have. I want you to stop holding back. I fucking want it all.”

Four weeks later

“Well,” Mia said against my lips. “Do you feel like you have it all?”

I smiled, lifting her ring clad finger up to my lips and kissed it before looking into her eyes.

“I have you. A healthy son, and a little girl on the way. There’s only one thing that I could wish for right now…and that’s something that I can’t give you. If I could, though, I would. So yeah, I feel like I mostly have it all.”

Tears formed in her eyes.

“He would’ve loved it here. With you. With his brother.” She pressed her hand lightly to her stomach. “With his sister. He would have been so happy.”

Her voice broke.

“But he’s looking down at us from heaven, and he’s got my mom. My sister. Your dad. Adam. My dad. He’s got just as much love up there as we have down here,” I promised.

She hiccupped.

“He does have a lot of love up there, doesn’t he?” She whispered.

I nodded. “He does.”

“I love you, Mr. Stoker.”

I pressed my lips to hers once more, then pulled back only long enough to say, “I love you too, Mrs. Stoker.”