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  “You’re a good negotiator,” he says.

  “I don’t get it.”

  “You signed up to be a babysitter, not a nanny. That means you get to just kick back and relax when it comes to this kind of stuff.”

  “I like the sound of that,” I say.

  He knows I’m joking and reaches for a clean spatula which he taps on my shoulder. I reach to block it then he playfully slaps me on the behind with it, or as much of my behind as he can get considering I’m sitting already.

  “I’ll definitely help out moving forward,” I say.

  “It doesn’t look like you’re moving anywhere anytime soon,” he says.

  “Hey!” I say, but I can’t help but laugh. I am out of it this morning and he knows it. I like that he’s giving me this playful banter. It can be a fine line sometimes. Some people try and it just sounds mean and they come off as jerks. Some people make attempts that seem childish and kind of dumb in general. His are just right.

  He’s making it really fun being here and I haven’t even been here a complete twenty-four hours yet. He said he took some time off work so I can hardly wait to see what he’s got planned for the day.

  “I was thinking we’d go for a walk down by the beach this morning before it gets too hot. Take the stroller and bring a tennis ball for Douggie.”

  He’s read my mind.

  “That sounds really fun,” I say. “Does Douggie get in the water?”

  “Always. And that’s good thinking. We should bring a towel too.”

  I like this feeling. It’s like we make a good team. We compliment each other well without really trying to. It’s just natural.

  And naturally, like his lemonade, his “man breakfast” is delicious. I can see why he eats this way. He must burn a ton of calories every day between his work and chasing around a dog and raising a little girl.

  He took his coffee black, but he did have one of those cappuccino machines which he whipped up a quick caramel cappuccino just for me. I was definitely impressed. I didn’t think bachelors had those things. Then again if last night is any indication then he’s not going to be a bachelor much more, if he isn’t already.

  Not if I have anything to say about it.

  CHAPTER 9

  Aubrey

  I hear the popping from the popcorn maker and realize we’re just a few minutes away from some buttery popcorn to add to the ambiance of the living room. We had an incredible day down at the beach but now that evening is well underway what better way to finish it off than with a movie at home.

  Well, I can think of a few ways but this way is perfectly fine. And no need to rush into the sheets, no matter how much I know we both want to.

  At the beach he explained all the little nuances that Delilah and Douggie have. How to make them most comfortable and the things they like, at least what he thought they liked. He had to admit he was still learning himself. I really appreciated his honesty. Many guys I’ve met like to try and impress with their “knowledge” but they just come off as know-it-all blowhards who in fact know very little…especially how to listen. A guy that talks all the time is a turn-off, especially when he’s talking about nothing.

  But Bryson is different. He asks questions about me and then he listens. He really listens. I know because later in the day he’d mix in little jokes and things about what I’d said earlier. And when it was time for lunch he recommended places that had the kind of foods I like, and steered clear of the places with the types of foods that upset my stomach.

  He does so much for me and it just makes me want to do so much for him. Once the movie starts I’m going to offer a back massage, for starters. He definitely deserves it with everything that’s on his shoulders these days.

  Suddenly I hear the phone ring.

  Bryson darts through the living room in his cotton drawstring shorts and white T-shirt. He looks sexy even in lounging around gear.

  He picks up the phone from the receiver, says a few quick words and then darts toward his bedroom.

  “I have to go. Delilah and Douggie are yours.”

  “What’s going on?” I say racing towards his bedroom.

  “Fire. Big one.”

  “I thought it was your day off?”

  “Saving lives never takes a day off.”

  I watch with awe as he’s in his spare fireman’s suit in jaw dropping speed. He races toward the door, stopping quickly to kiss me on the forehead, before he’s running out the front door.

  Right then I hear the siren and see the fire truck round the corner. He literally jumps in. The truck doesn’t even stop, it just kind of slows.

  And like that he’s gone.

  I shake my head and walk back into the living room where I sit on the couch trying to process what just happened.

  I can still hear the popcorn popping.

  Did all that just happen in about, what? Two minutes?

  I go into the kitchen and look at the box the popcorn came in.

  Two minutes popping or you money back.

  Unbelievable.

  I set the popcorn bag on the stove and slowly make my way back into the living room. I don’t really feel like eating it now. And my enjoyment level has hit a sudden snag.

  Everything has been so incredible so far. So perfect.

  Now reality is hitting me in the face like a ton of bricks.

  Bryson has a job where he can be called up like this pretty much anytime and anywhere and he has to go…immediately. And not only that it’s super dangerous. It’s part of what makes firefighters so heroic, desirable especially him. He’s risking his life to save others. It’s the reason he now has a child. His very own partner risked his life and…well.

  Am I really going to be able to deal with this? What if we’re together and he has to rush out of some restaurant on our anniversary to go put out a fire? I know that’s just trivial and juvenile of me to think like that. That’s just me being selfish. But what about him? What if he…doesn’t come home one day?

  Then what? I’m a single mom to a child and a dog? A single mom with no money and possibly no home?

  This just got very, very real.

  I thought I was an adult. I thought I was a grown-up.

  Yeah, I do feel like I’m more mature than most people my age, but that doesn’t count for squat in the real world. And this is definitely the real world.

  I’m not in Kansas anymore, as the saying goes.

  I see now why he gave me the chance to leave right away when I first got here. Why he opened up and just put it all on the table so I could evaluate and make my own decision.

  But now that I see it with my own eyes it’s different.

  But what will never be different is how I feel about him.

  And I’m willing to do whatever it takes to be with him…forever.

  CHAPTER 10

  Aubrey

  I spent the next two hours holding Delilah. I couldn’t stop looking into her eyes. She is just so beautiful and so peaceful.

  With Douggie sleeping at my feet.

  My life has become a fairy tale and I don’t want to wake up.

  Delilah is now fast asleep in her crib and I let Douggie outside so he could sleep on the concrete just outside the sliding door. He must like the cool surface.

  And another hour passes when suddenly I hear the sound of the fire truck breaking out front and boots on the ground.

  Before I can even get to the door it’s opening, and I see the fire engine pull away from the curb.

  How amazing is it to live with a man who gets dropped off by a fire truck? That’s not something most people can say.

  And no man can hold a candle to him.

  “Hey,” he says. He sounds exhausted but he looks absolutely incredible…exactly like the hero he is.

  “Hey,” I say. “How are you holding up?”

  “It was a tough one, but we got everybody out in time. No injuries. No one even needed to go to the hospital. That’s the kind of feeling you live for.”


  He sets his helmet down on the table and starts taking off the heavy uniform.

  His face tightens, almost like a wince, but he quickly relaxes his facial muscles when he sees I’m looking.

  “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

  “I’m fine,” he says, continuing to take off his clothes. “You’re not offended are you? I just need to get out of this uniform.”

  Am I offended? At what? The chance to ogle your absolutely perfect body?

  “No, not at all,” I say. Thinking if he gets down to his underwear again I might not be able to resist.

  I help him with his things, setting them down on the floor and just a couple minutes later he is indeed in his underwear.

  His body has some soot smeared on it. How it got under his suit I have no idea, but the look of him is definitely starting a fire of its own. A fire in my panties.

  He really does look like a hero. A modern day warrior. A savior.

  And he is the twenty-first century’s version of all three.

  Saving lives and battling blazes. How times do change, yet how they stay the same.

  And he needs to take a shower and change out of his underwear, but he just stands there…looking at me.

  I’m in front of him after helping him with his uniform.

  Neither of us says a word.

  I look at his body and see scratches and scrapes in addition to the soot. I reach for his abdominals, wanting to nurture him back to health, but my touch isn’t a clinical one. Not at all.

  My fingers gently touch his body and I can’t help but run them down the grooves of his rock hard stomach.

  I feel his finger underneath my chin and he lifts my head gently before leaning in and kissing me softly.

  This big, rugged, strong man with the tender lips. But they’re not tender for long and I know this time nothing’s going to stop us from doing what we almost did last night.

  CHAPTER 11

  Bryson

  I never had a chance.

  Once I stepped through that door and saw her there I knew what was going to happen. Not a single doubt in my mind.

  My testosterone was running high from saving those lives.

  And her hormones were also running wild. I could see by the way she looked at me in my uniform. And that look only intensified as each piece was removed and placed on the floor.

  My cock springs to life and I’m ready to go, but I want to enjoy this first…if I can control myself.

  I feel her hand come up and she takes as much of me as she can in her grasp.

  Control is completely out the window now.

  She bends her knees and springs upward. My hands wrap around her waist as I catch her in midair. She wraps her legs around my waist as our faces devour each others.

  I frantically grab for the bottom of her tiny T and she lifts her hands up, allowing me to yank it up and over her head.

  Her breasts rise and then fall bouncing right in front of my eyes. No bra.

  God she is beautiful and her body is absolute perfection.

  I grab her left breast with my right hand and my mouth comes down hard on her nipple. I feel her back arch as she presses her chest into me, trying to will her entire breast into my mouth, but there’s no way it could all fit…not that I don’t want it to.

  I feel her fingers claw at my back and a whimper escapes from her lips and my ears detect it immediately. All my senses are on high alert and anything my mind can conceive as a mating call only makes me harder, hungrier, and more hurried.

  Her hands grasp my chest and then one slides down the length of my torso before she wedges it in between where our skin is making contact. She’s searching for my dick and she doesn’t have to look to hard. It’s pointing straight up, the head and part of the top of my shaft has broken free of my underwear. No way my Calvin’s can contain a full ten inches of my thickness.

  Her touch causes my dick to twitch and she releases my cock grabbing at the sides of my underwear tugging it in a downward motion as I continue devouring her breast.

  I bend at the waist and take my underwear in one hand, pulling it off and stepping out of it, while my other hands cups her ass.

  I could come right now if I wanted to, but I won’t. I need to be inside her.

  My hand that’s cupping her ass grips ahold of her cotton panties yanking them in a downward motion. I hear the fabric rip and pull again causing it to completely break away. I toss them to the side as her hips thrust forward bringing her wet pussy in direct contact with the area just above my dick.

  I can feel her lips on my skin. “Fuuuuck!” I moan.

  She whimpers.

  I reach for my dick and line it up with her opening. She lowers herself down immediately and every care in the world disappears as I feel her from the inside for the first time.

  She whimpers again and our bodies still. The feeling of her walls tightening around my dick is the greatest physical feeling in the world. And now it’s time to connect on a whole nother level.

  I grab her hips and move her body up and down. I can feel her lower half tightening…trying to move me in and out of her as quickly as possible.

  Both her hands grasp ahold of my back and her fingernails dig in even harder than before.

  She presses her entire torso against mine.

  I feel her clit as the head of my cock finds her G spot.

  Every muscle in my body tenses and I literally flex my dick trying to get even a millimeter deeper inside her.

  “Errrr,” she says through gritted teeth like an animal. “Uhhhh,” she breathes out hard.

  “I’m going to…I’m coming!”

  I feel her juices cover my cock and it sends me to the same place.

  My balls pull up and my cock flexes back before exploding forward like a canon, unleashing every last bit of my baby making juice I have deep inside her.

  My knees weaken immediately as my body puts everything it has into impregnating her.

  I stumble towards the couch, laying her down on her back and mounting her.

  I flex my ass hard sending my pelvis forward burying my dick deep inside her, as deep as humanly possible.

  My cock continues to erupt and I can’t get enough oxygen to my brain. I feel like I’m about to pass out, but if I did now it wouldn’t be passing out. It would be like dying and going to heaven. But being inside her means I’m already there.

  I feel her body jerk and then still and after another wave of fluid shoots from me I collapse on top of her.

  The night is cool, but we’re a hot sweaty mess on the couch.

  “That was incredible,” she says.

  “You’re incredible,” I say.

  Our mouths immediately find each others and I roll onto my back.

  She immediately starts riding my still hard cock.

  After what just happened I can’t believe I’m still hard, but this is a new paradigm. When it comes to her it’s all about believing the unbelievable.

  She’s unbelievable and because of her anything and everything is possible.

  And that includes the life I always wanted, with her and only her.

  The mental, the emotional, and the physical.

  Everything.

  The complete human experience with my one and only.

  And now she’s mine. Mine and only mine.

  I may have been on this earth for thirty-one years already, but it’s only now that I’ve started to actually live.

  Because of her.

  And now it’s time to make up for all that lost time.

  From here on out we’re going to do everything together.

  It’s what I want, and I know it’s what she wants too.

  But first we’re not done fulfilling our first, and most primal want for each other.

  “I’m coming again,” she says.

  Unbelievable, I think to myself. But I don’t say it because I know. I remind myself.

  Anything is possible, and believable, when the two of us c
ome together.

  CHAPTER 12