Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 71625 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71625 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
“Oh, God,” I mewled. “That feels so good.”
His cock. The weight of his body pushing me farther into the bed. The breath stalling in my lungs.
Everything about it was so much of a turn on that one orgasm rolled into the next.
And just when I felt his body tense, I teasingly called him the name I’d been refraining from using in bed.
“Fill me up with your cum, Big Papa.”
He did.
Oh boy, did he.
I’d have to remember to say that again to him the next time we did this very thing.
Chapter 18
What starts with a P and ends with -orn?
-Popcorn
(You’re such a perv.)
Steel
“So, will we be like…stepbrother and stepsister?”
I snorted as, Sean on one side, Conleigh on the other, sat glaring at each other.
“Conleigh,” I tried to contain my laugh.
“You refused to let my mother work on your ambulance with you.” Conleigh narrowed her eyes at Sean.
Sean didn’t even blink.
“I refused to let your mother work with me because she can’t lift a cot,” he said, explaining why he’d denied Winnie a job.
I hadn’t known that happened, and Winnie wasn’t sore about it. Conleigh, apparently, was.
“You’re a shithead,” Conleigh retorted. “My mother doesn’t need to lift the cot. That’s what the EMT is there for if she needs help.”
“Company protocol says she needs to be able to lift the cot. I don’t make the rules, I just follow them,” Sean shot back.
Conleigh lifted her lip in a silent snarl. “That’s bullshit, and you know it. Ninety-nine percent of the time there’s a volunteer firefighter or paid firefighter on the scene. I’m not stupid. You can’t tell me that she’ll only ever be alone lifting that cot. If, say, the EMT couldn’t do it, there’s always a family member there you could possibly ask for help. Or, hell, even a bystander of whatever scene you’re on. It’d be a cold day in hell before there was no one there that could help. And my mom’s getting stronger every day. She’d been PRN—part time as needed—since she moved here ten years ago. Then she had her accident, and you declared her unfit for duty. That extra two hundred dollars a month paid for my baby brother’s clothes.”
Sean’s jaw firmed.
I’d bet my balls he hadn’t known anything about Winnie when he denied her working there.
“He hadn’t had a new pair of pants in a while until your father bought him some for his birthday last week.” Conleigh rubbed salt into the wound.
And it was a wound.
I knew for a fact that Sean hadn’t wanted to cut Winnie. He literally hated when someone couldn’t pass, but he was right. There were rules set in place for everyone’s safety, not just the patient’s.
But, Conleigh was correct, too.
Ninety-nine percent of the time, a medic wasn’t alone on scene. There was always a volunteer firefighter, paid firefighter, and sometimes even a cop on scene along with other random people—such as family or friends of the patient.
It was possible that she never would’ve been alone.
Sean, however, being an administrator, couldn’t pass people because he wanted to pass them. There were rules. There always would be, and it sucked, but it was what it was.
“Okay, who wants pizza?”
Winnie’s ‘pizza’ was homemade.
And, twenty minutes later, I found out that homemade pizza was better than ordering it.
“Holy shit, Winnie,” I moaned as I took another bite of food. “This is amazing.”
Winnie smiled.
“My parents used to own an Italian restaurant before my mom died. Dad got too sick to run it by himself…then I got pregnant right when I would’ve been able to help. He was so embarrassed by me that he refused to let me be anywhere near his restaurant—his pride and joy.”
I don’t think she’d meant to add that last part because she winced and looked at Conleigh.
Conleigh didn’t look worried, though.
Thankfully.
The girl had a short trigger and lost it at the drop of a hat. Luckily this wasn’t one of those times.
It was news to me, however, that Winnie still had a living parent.
I hadn’t known anything about them, and Winnie rarely, if ever, spoke about them.
“Did you know that when a male honey bee mates with a female honey bee, the male ejaculates and then his penis explodes? Sometimes a queen can mate with up to fourteen other male honey bees. And she leaves a trail of broken wieners in her wake.”
The table was silent until Sean said, “Interesting.”
“Why would you want to mate when your penis exploded?” Cody asked the table in general.
Naomi started to snicker.
Winnie only shook her head.
“That’s the million-dollar question, son,” I told Cody. “And one we’ll probably never know the answer to. Kind of like the praying mantis and the female ripping the head off when she’s finished.”
Cody blinked at me with wide eyes. “What?”
“Uhhh,” I hesitated.
Was I not supposed to tell him stuff like this?