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“Again,”Cam instructs.
A groan wants to work it’s way past my lips. Somehow, I manage to hold it in. It wouldn’t be good to let my superior officer hear it. I’m exhausted and sweating profusely, and my arms are jello. The hose is heavy as I put it back on my shoulder and take the steps up and back down.
Just as I feel like I’m about to die, he blows a whistle.
“Good job.”
With a satisfied grunt, I throw the hose onto the ground.
“Pick that up and then you’re done,” he smirks, puffing out a small chuckle.
“Copy that.”
At least I’m left to my own devices as he turns and goes back into the firehouse. Part of me wants to collapse. The other part is proud of doing hard things. Shit I wouldn’t have been comfortable doing when I was younger.
I hadn’t been the type of person to stand up for myself or be seen. The half of my family who shunned us damaged me in ways I’m just now beginning to realize.
Aggravation tightens my shoulders. I fucking hate it. The fact these little doubts creep into my subconscious when I’m not actively pushing them away is an irritation I’ve not yet begun to deal with.
Tightly, I roll the hose up and place it where it should be.
After I’m done, I give a glance to make sure I haven’t left anything. When I’m satisfied that I’ve picked up the area, I head to the locker room. If I were to weigh myself, ten bucks says I’m five pounds lighter than when I reported for shift this morning.
There’s no one in the locker room when I enter. Sighing, I collapse onto one of the benches, leaning my back against the wall. I’m fucking exhausted.
The funny thing is, I’m unsure if I’m tired because of what I’ve just done physically or because I haven’t seen Hayden in two weeks. She’s gotten completely under my skin.
It’s entirely unexpected.
Knowing I won’t be alone for long, I force myself to get up and trudge over to my locker. It’s muscle memory, unlocking it and reaching in to grab out the stuff I’ll need for a shower.
Kicking off my shoes, I put them in the bottom of the locker then shut it with a satisfying smack.
Since I’m the only one back here, I decide to take the shower that’s off on it’s own. Communal isn’t the most comfortable all the time so when this one is available, we all tend to fight for it. Because I’m the Rookie, I typically have to give this one up.
But not today.
Reaching in, I crank the water, thankful that I won’t have to rush. When all of us are taking showers, they’re only warm for a few minutes then it runs almost cold. This is a treat.
Once I’ve gotten all my clothes off, I push back the curtain and gratefully step under the spray. It runs against my tight muscles like a lover’s caress. Digging into the strained flesh.
Leaning in, I press the palms of my hands against the fiberglass encasement and let the steam work its magic. Once my body is slicked, I reach over and grab the soap. Popping it open, I pour a little in my palm and rub it first along my chest and then down my abs.
My touch gets slightly too close to my cock and it stands at attention, begging for some fucking relief.
Since I gave Hayden her orgasm in the passenger seat of my Jeep, I’ve done nothing but think about it. Since that’s the last time I saw her, it weighs heavily on my mind. The fact we weren’t able to spend more time together and that we haven’t spent time together since that afternoon kills me. When I’d left her, we’d made plans, but everything has been conspiring to keep us apart.
If I close my eyes, I can remember how she felt and can smell the arousal that engulfed us in a blanket. Kept each of us on the brink of ecstasy without letting us fall over.
If we’d been given a moment to think, who knows what would have happened. I’d probably not be in the shower at the firehouse with a hard-on almost big enough that I can’t wrap my fucking palm around it.
But wrap my palm around it, I do.
And it feels better than I imagined it would. With a movement of my arm, I begin the up and down motion, jacking the smooth skin against the tightness of the erection.
Eyes closed, I imagine Hayden before me, bent over with her ass out and her palms against the shower wall.
In the dream, I grasp hold of her hips and hold tightly before I drive myself home. Burying deep and stilling. Allowing her body to adjust to the size of my arousal. With the steam from the shower making it all like a fuckin’ wet dream, I press into my hand, picking up speed.
If imagining finally getting inside her body is enough for it to be this mind blowing, I’m scared to know what it’ll be like actually getting there. I’m about six thrusts from letting myself fall over the edge. Tension grips my shoulders and my teeth clench as I fuck my palm.
Just as I don’t think I can handle anything else, my back tenses and I shoot against the shower wall, biting my lip to keep my groan to myself.
Heart pounding, light-headed, and tension releasing, I slump, hoping like hell this is enough to hold off until I can see her again.