Jonah's Return (Detroit Heat Book 3) (14 page)

When I finally closed my office door at six
-
thirty, the day really hit me. It wasn't just dealing with all the people, and it wasn't just the impromptu job offer. Abbey’s reaction had gotten to me. Things between the two of us had been so up in the air. There were eggshells everywhere, and both of us were stamping around on them. Holding her while she cried had been the best thing in days, months, years, maybe.

It was hard to keep anywhere near the speed limit on the way to Abbey's. I managed, knowing that my beautiful girl would be there waiting for me. I was ready to sit down at the table with her and have a serious and important conversation about our future. I was ready to tell her how just two days with those elementary school kids had made me realize just what I wanted out of life.

I knocked on the door prepared to bare my soul and tell Abbey that I loved her. When the door opened, every thought left my mind…

Abbey stood just inside the doorway wearing nothing but a smile. My mouth dropped open; I was speechless. Realizing that my girlfriend was standing naked in the doorway, I snapped out of it and stepped inside.

She jumped into my arms, and instincts took over. My hands were at her ass. We kissed with hot and furious passion. It was like both of us had been reunited after two years on desert islands. I squeezed her ass and kissed my way down her neck. I was a man dying of thirst, and Abbey was my water.

There was no way we were making it to the bedroom, so I free to hand to slide the placemats and basket from her dining table. I laid her down on it and sank to my knees. My mouth watered as I tasted her. My mind reeled at the sounds she made. My body tingled as her legs twitched on either side of me.

Abbey's moans morphed into words, "Jonah, I don't know why I'm not used to this, but you rescuing that girl? That's maybe the hottest thing on the fucking planet. It got me so turned on, I couldn't think about anything else from the moment I got home. I'm yours. Take me, use me, enjoy every bit of me."

Between her body and her powerfully sexy words, my cock was throbbing with need. My moaned and slid my tongue between her folds. Coming up for air, I smiled at her "You look like an angel, you act like the devil, and you taste like pure honey."

Abbey was going to say something else, but my lips were back in her pussy, and those words just turned into a sultry moan. As I explore every inch of Abbey's sex, my hands were at my belt. I needed her, and I needed her in that moment worse than anything else.

I could hear her voice rising, and I knew if I kept up the pleasure that she would come. I also knew that she was going to give me a dirty look when I stood up, but it was going to happen anyway.

"Oh, come on. Come on!" Just as I suspected. I gave her the devil’s smile and a drop my pants. "Don't tease me. Just hurry, Jonah."
 

I kicked my pants off and pulled my polo over my head at the same time. The second that I stepped forward, Eddie wrapped her legs around my hips. I contemplated teasing her with the head of my throbbing cock, but it would tease me worse. I plunged inside.

Abbey's back arched on the dining room table as I stretched her around me. I had gotten her so wet, but she was still so tight. Feelings of pleasure swelled around me, and for a second I thought she might make me come the second that I entered her.

I pushed inside slowly, enjoying the feeling of her tightness around me. I ran a hand up her stomach and pushed down between her breasts. She moaned at my strength as I pushed her back against the table. Abbey's eyes rolled back in her head, and I told myself to remember that moment forever.

I filled her completely, grunting as I did. Abbey made me feel so strong and manly. I wanted her to feel like a beautiful, petite princess; a beautiful, petite princess getting fucked hard.

She must've sensed it coming, because Abbey began to pull me in with her legs. I sped up, one hand on her hips to pull her back to me. She began to cry out with every thrust, and the table began to let out a dull, wooden scrape along the floor.

Dragging my nails down her body, I took in every sensation. I took in every sound, every movement of her body. Abbey was the most beautiful thing on the planet. As her cries got higher and higher, I sped up. I knew she was getting close, and I wasn't far behind.

I felt the tension growing in my stomach. I saw Abbey's eyes opened wide, and with both hands on her hips, I gave her all I had. The two of us came together, two explosions from two separate bodies, but one shared heavenly experience.

Her back arched, and I wrapped a hand around her and pulled her up right against my body. As pleasure surged through me, I held the beautiful woman against me. She twitched and cried out as I held her. Her body fit me just right, and I wanted to go back to years and kick my own ass. Where would we have been breakup never happened? I did know the answer, and I wasn't about to let it ever happen again.

"I'm not letting you go. Not again." I whispered the sweetest things I could think of in her ear as she shivered and shook in my arms.

I carried Abbey to her bedroom and laid her down in the soft sheets. We slept the sleep of the dead wrapped in each other's arms. My sleep was dark, dreamless, and restful. It was the best night’s sleep I could remember in two years.

We slept for almost twelve hours. After a workout the previous night, I figured I could skip my run for the day. Besides, it was impossible to call myself away from Jonah’s strong, sturdy body. I laid beside him in the predawn and tried to wrap my head around the thing that was Jonah and I. It was messy, complicated, even dangerous, but it was the best thing. It was imperfect and magical.

I knew he and I would talk. Maybe we would talk about kids, and maybe we wouldn't. I tried to tell myself that it was too early to think about, but it was there anyway. It was something I truly wanted, and I know wouldn't go away.

With the aroma of coffee floating through my house, I could hear Jonah stirring. When I heard him coming down the hallway, I poured him a mug. Two sugars, no milk. He took it with a sleepy smile. "Thanks."

His voice was gravel. He cleared his throat and took a sip. I watched the Jonah for a few minutes. Was he really fantasy come true? Firefighter, hero, sex god; checkmark on all three.

"You know," the sleep was finally out of Jonah's eyes. "I came here last night ready to lay it all on the line. I wanted to tell you how I felt about kids and how I felt about you."

I smiled, "Now is as good a time as any."
 

He raised his mug in my direction, "I know it's only been two days, but these kids are phenomenal. They are just amazing, and I love working with them. I thought about what it would be like to have kids of my own. Scary. Definitely scary, but I think it's a scary that I want."

I could hear the emotion in his voice, but I had to jump in. "Jonah, I'm not dying for kids this minute."

"I know, I know. But you are dying for them, and I'm getting there. I'm really getting. The other thing that I was going to say the second you opened the door—until I was so pleasantly distracted—is that I love you."

Jonah said it like it was nothing. Not a bad nothing, but like it had been nothing out of the ordinary. A lump welled at my throat. It
did
feel ordinary. It was the first time saying it, but I think we both knew it right from the start.

"I love you, too." I said it like it was nothing, but it was
everything
. In that moment, I knew we would be all right. We were in it for the long haul, this time.

"Well, that's good." we laughed, and then Jonah went on, "Oh by the way, the commissioner offered me a position as public information officer for the entire fire department."

I stared at him. I stared at Jonah, and I stared some more. I couldn't believe it.
 
When I finally found my voice again, "are you serious? That's big. I mean, that's massive."

Jonah nodded. He didn't smile or go on and on about it, though. He wasn't happy period

I tilted my head, “But you don't want it." I knew Jonah. It was more of a statement than a question.

He looked around, as if the words were hidden in my kitchen somewhere. "No, I don't think I do. It's not that the job is too big or scary, I'm not worried about that." His voice suddenly became lighter. "Actually, I really like what I do now. I know I've only done it for a few days, but those kids are really cool, and they give me energy. I like talking to them and interacting with them. I'm sure the job offers a limited time only deal, but I don't think I’m gonna take it. Is that crazy?"

It wasn't crazy. Beforehand, Jonah thought he didn’t like kids. I guess they had proven him wrong. I smiled and Jonah. I smiled thinking about our future. I just couldn't help but smile.

As usual, Jonah had taken all of the bad and simply washed it away.

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Out now!

Kade’s Rescue

Life in the fire service isn’t for the weak.
 
Kade isn’t weak, but every man has his breaking point.
 
After two tragic days, he begins to feel doubt creeping into his life.
 
Is he really cut out to be part of Detroit’s Engine 37?

Layne has devoted her life to helping those in need.
 
It has done hell for her love life, but when a handsome firefighter comes to volunteer at her community kitchen, she can’t let another chance slip through her fingers.

Kade and Layne are on cloud nine until his past catches up with him.
 
With the weight of the world on his back, can Kade come out on top?
 
Can Layne do what she does best for the man she loves?
 
Will they survive the flames together?

Chapter One:

“So the purpose of therapy is twofold, Sergeant McCaffery. The first aspect is education. I’d like to first focus on educating you about some different psychological conditions. The theory there is that if you learn about them, you’ll be able to better understand them and recognize them within yourself.

“The second aspect will be treatment. We will be able to focus on distancing you from the memories that are causing your psychological conditions. I understand that these sessions are not voluntary, but I’d still like to have your full cooperation. I think we’ll be able to accomplish much more that way.”

For a few moments, the psychiatrist just stared at me. Then he picked up on the fact that I wasn’t going to say anything and gave a curt smile.

”Sergeant McCaffrey, I don’t mean to sound threatening,” it was hard to sound threatening with such a melted ice cream voice, “but I have the power to decide whether or not you continue in the fire service. I’m not going to lie—from everything I’ve heard, you are one of Detroit’s finest firefighters. I want you out there protecting our city, but I want you healthy while you do it. I don’t believe you are healthy. What do you think?”

He leaned back in his armchair and laid his pen and paper on the small table beside him. It was a Cold War; he’d wait me out. Looking over his shoulder, I saw the faux fancy clock on the shelf telling me we were only ten minutes into an hour-long session. I let out a long sigh.

“I think you’re right, Doc. I don’t think I’m healthy, either. I don’t sleep, and when I do I have nightmares. Nothing’s helped. Sleeping pills, days off, desk duty. It’s not getting any better.” It wasn’t a lie, but I didn’t think it was a problem. Firefighters were used to working without sleep and were some of the best compartmentalizers out there. If I had kept my shit together at that debriefing session, everything would’ve been cool.

He nodded, and I could see the hint of a smile. How cute. He thought he had made progress, however small. “Let’s start with why you are here. From what I’ve been told, your CISD didn’t go so well. Can you tell me about that?”

Another sigh. Nothing like reliving a horrible memory over and over again in the name of forgetting it.

“May twenty-first. Three twenty-three in the morning, my station gets dispatched to a house fire. Fairly empty neighborhood, mostly abandoned houses. We figured it would just be another surround and drown. We show up to the usual—everybody left in the neighborhood is outside with lawn chairs and beers, because it’s the only exciting thing that happens there. Night or day, it doesn’t matter…”

I remembered every detail. Hell, I remembered a fire on that street we’d been on a few months before. That one had been fully involved by the time we got there, and all we did was make sure the neighbors’ houses didn’t catch. When we went back for the one in May, its blackened remains were just as we’d left them.