Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 90721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
“I work a lot. But I would love to have dinner with you sometime. We can go to the boats and gamble if that doesn’t bore you. Whatever you’d like to do.” He asked hopefully.
I smiled at his attempt to find a solution to my boredom. “I can’t say that I won’t get bored doing that, too. Just don’t get mad at me if my mind wanders easily.”
“I’ll promise not to get mad. Now, let’s go eat before I decide to do something you’re clearly not ready for.” He instructed before he started moving us out of the water.
Our bodies stayed together, even when he’d made it completely out of the water and we were standing on the shore. His hands stayed glued to my ass. My vagina continued to be so super-heated that I feared I’d need some ice a little later on. And his eyes still stayed connected with my own.
“Eat.” He said again, either trying to convince himself, or me. Maybe both.
Reluctantly, I let my feet drop from around Sebastian’s stomach. Sliding down, my crotch encountered Sebastian’s and it killed a little part of me to slide past that hard ridge.
Sebastian’s groan didn’t help any. When my feet were firmly planted on the wet sand, I let my arms slip from around his neck, and took a good two-foot step back from him, just to make sure that I didn’t try to jump on top of him and start dry humping him.
That would be embarrassing.
Sebastian’s cheeks were slightly flushed, and I wondered if it was from the sun that was just beginning to set in the sky, or the fact that he had an erection that could compete with a Louisville slugger in the hardness department.
I was betting on a little bit of both. Hell, I was flushed, and couldn’t even tell.
The rest of the afternoon went well. Winter and Shiloh were well and truly sloshed by the time we were piling them into the back of Sebastian’s truck and getting ready to go.
We were the last to leave.
It was nearing eleven o’clock at night, and most had gone home to their kids. Only a few of the ones I’d met that belonged to Sebastian’s MC were not married. They also didn’t act like any MC I knew... or thought I knew. Son’s of Anarchy couldn’t prepare me for them.
They were down to earth. Family men. Held jobs as firefighters, police officers, mechanics, and one man even owned the local hardware store. Their chapter was one of five that spread over the Southern states.
Although some of the men that attended the party were also not affiliated with the MC, they were part of the local police and fire departments; which was cool too. It made me feel like I wasn’t totally separate from the rest of them.
“You don’t think they’ll throw up, do you?” I asked worriedly, staring at the two woman who were passed out on the back seat.
“If they do, their husbands are going to be detailing my truck.” He grunted.
I smiled and leaned back. In the next instant, I was out.
I must’ve slept through pulling in to drop Winter and Shiloh off, because the next time I woke, we were in the driveway of James’ home, and the radio Sebastian had in his truck started squawking like the one in our ambulances’ did when they were receiving a call.
“Truck one, truck three, medic one, medic three. All available units to 3331 Old Miller Rd. Structure fire. Multiple occupants.” The radio did the whole white noise thing before another voice responded.
“Truck one, truck three, medic one and medic three responding. Have you called in the volunteer departments?”
And so it went.
I knew the fire had to be bad if they were calling in all available personnel. Kilgore was a small town that ran off one main fire department. We’d just started our own medics, which was good; otherwise we’d have to rely on another company to help any patients that needed it. And there was really a hit or miss on where each medic would be located at the time.
My phone, which hadn’t made one single sound all day, rang and I groaned when I saw the number. “Hello?”
“We need you to come in. Winter’s out, but we have what looks like a five alarm, and we need your skills. We’re going to have a lot of victims.” Chief Allen Shepherd snapped into the phone.
It had to be bad if he was the one doing the calling. He only worked as a higher authority now due to a heart attack that had happened a little over a year ago. His doctor had told him to slow down even more, and only now supervised. Which meant that he worked regular hours. Nothing after hours. And it being nearly midnight, they wouldn’t call him out of bed unless it was extremely serious.
“I’ll be there.” I ensured before hanging up and throwing open the driver’s door.
Sebastian, who had been standing on the front porch speaking to James in the dimness of the porch light, turned and looked at me.
“I need to go. They’re calling in all available personnel to oversee a five-alarm fire. Can you take me?” I asked urgently.
“You can’t wear that.” He informed me.
I looked down at the shorts and tank top I was wearing and grimaced. Nevertheless, James solved the problem before I could really get worked up over it. “Shiloh has some of your clothes; jeans and a t-shirt you could wear. Want those?”
I thought about it for a moment before nodding.
Ten minutes later, I was giving directions on where to go, and we arrived at a place that was utter chaos.
Chapter 7
You said quiet. Now we’re fucked.
-EMS rule number 1
Sebastian
I collapsed on the back of the tailgate, only my tired body wouldn’t even hold me up that far. I fell onto my back with a groan. My body felt like it weighed four hundred pounds, with my head being two hundred of it.
The movement of my body made the truck shift, and Baylee moaned and rolled over from her side to her back, throwing her arm over her eyes to block out the morning light.