“I love you too, Juls, you have no idea how much. Make sure your doors are locked and be safe, please.”
“I will. I love you. I hope you get some sleep.”
“I love you, baby. Have a good night.”
I ended the call and released the tears I’d held back. I never wanted to hear him cry like that again. Dylan was so tough and strong, what horrors did he go through to bring him to his knees like that? I’d been scared of him getting hurt or killed in a fire or by cars speeding by when he’s at an accident scene, but I hadn’t really thought about the emotional toll of his work.
I emailed my supervisor, set my alarm for an hour earlier than usual, then tossed and turned for most of the night.
Me:Are you awake?
Dylan: Yes. Sorry about last night.
Me: I’m outside the firehouse. Come out.
Me: Don’t apologize, you can share anything with me.
Dylan: You’re here? Now?
Me: Yes. Come out.
A minute later,Dylan burst through the door. He didn’t slow down until I was in his arms. I wrapped my arms around his waist and rested my head on his chest. He held me tight and buried his face in my hair. Neither of us spoke for a long moment. We just soaked up the comfort we each needed from the other.
“What are you doing here? Don’t you have work?”
“I called in late. It’s fine. This is more important right now.”
“I should tell you that you didn’t need to do that, but I’m too happy to see you. Thank you.”
“I needed to see you too.”
“Come inside?”
“Sure, just for a few minutes. I brought donuts for everyone.” I pointed back toward my car. Dylan took my keys and retrieved them from the car.
He came back holding the donuts, took my hand in his, and walked us inside the fire station. I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t the domestic scene I found. Ryan was washing dishes and the rest of the guys were seated around the table or on the couches. Everyone looked momentarily surprised to see me, then warm greetings were called out from around the room. I said hi and waved, looking around so I didn’t leave anyone out. Before I could think of what to say, Dylan led me through the common area and down a hallway, barely pausing to place the donuts on the counter and certainly not giving me a chance to say more. I felt both rude and relieved.
Dylan pulled me through a doorway, kicking the door shut behind us. I think it was a bedroom, but my eyes were barely adjusted to the dim light before his hard chest blocked my view. He grabbed my hips, his fingers digging in as he backed me up until I hit the wall. He thrust his hands into my hair, gripping tight and kissing me hard. His hips pinned me to the wall, his erection digging into my stomach, his body pressed against mine as he held me in place and took what he needed. He bit my lip before sucking on it to soothe the sting. His tongue delved deep into my mouth, dueling with mine as he kneaded my breasts just shy of painfully and pushed his knee between my legs. His breathing was ragged, his movements frantic, almost desperate.
“Need you, Juls.”
“I’m all yours.”
“Need you fast and hard. Okay, baby?”
“Take what you need. I’m here for you.”
With a feral growl, Dylan pulled my pants and underwear below my knees and pulled his pants down just enough to let his erection spring free. He bent his knees to get the right angle and with one hand holding himself, the other gripping my hip, he speared into me in one swift thrust.
I cried out in shock and pain and pleasure.
He pounded into me with fast, hard thrusts. I bit my lip to keep quiet, but there was no way the other firefighters missed the sound of him thrusting me against the wall over and over.
With my pants around my ankles and Dylan holding my wrists up by my head, I couldn’t move. I could only take what he was giving me.
“Come, Juls. Now.”
Like his words were a command, my body detonated around his. A few hard thrusts later, he jerked away, pulling out and coming, spurt after spurt, onto the wood floor.