The Bad Boy Firefighter's Secret Fling (Red Hot Reunions Book 3) (6 page)

“No, if I were at a strip club, I wouldn’t be surrounded by sixes and sevens.” Eric sighed as he cast a bored glance around the picnic tables, where the crowd was thinning as people finished their meals and retreated to the beach or down the trails for one last hike before darkness fell. “Or if I were, at least they’d be topless.” Eric shifted his attention back to Jamison. “So are you coming or not?”

“We were going to head into town,” Freddie supplied. “Thought we might hit that honky-tonk we saw near the exit to the highway, get a few beers, see if Eric has better luck with the ladies there.”

Eric leaned across the table to punch Freddie on the arm hard enough to make the smaller man grunt. “Half these women are closet dykes, man,” Eric said. “That’s the only reason I’m striking out.”

“I’m going to stay here,” Jamison said, resisting the urge to tell Eric his attitude was probably more to blame than any of the women’s sexual orientation. He had better things to do than fight with Eric, namely finding Maddie and putting an end to the suspense that had kept his stomach in knots all day.

“All right. Good luck with your girl,” Freddie said, clapping Jamison on the back as he stood and grabbed his empty plate.

“Yeah, at least one of us should get some action this weekend,” Eric said as he rose and followed Freddie.

As the two other men walked away, Jamison sent up a silent prayer of thanks that neither Eric nor Freddie had heard anything while Maddie was in his tent last night. Jamison didn’t want to share those sexy little sounds Maddie made when she came with anyone.

Speaking of Maddie…

Jamison did a casual survey of the remaining diners, heart leaping when his eyes met Maddie’s across the picnic tables. She’d been watching him. Hopefully that was a good sign, and not an indication she was thinking about ways to let him down easy.

Jamison grabbed his plate and tossed it into the garbage bin, trying not to feel guilty for leaving it half-full. He’d been too nervous too eat.

Too nervous to eat? What are you, a sixteen-year-old girl?

“Apparently,” Jamison muttered to himself, downing the rest of his beer and tossing the bottle into the recycling container, pulse picking up as Maddie excused herself and crossed the picnic grounds to meet him.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Jamison

In a dark blue sundress and pair of athletic-looking sandals, Maddie shouldn’t have taken his breath away, but she did.

He couldn’t keep his eyes from skimming over her—from the curly brown hair swirling around her shoulders, to her curves, to her toned legs disappearing into her sensible sandals. She looked good enough to eat, and Jamison suddenly found he’d recovered his appetite…though this particular appetite wouldn’t be satisfied by ribs or potato salad.

“Want to walk on the beach?” Maddie asked, a cautious look in her eyes that did nothing to allay Jamison’s fears.

So what if she tries to let you down easy? That doesn’t mean that’s the end of it.

You don’t go down easy—never have, never will.

“Sounds good.” Jamison fell in beside her as she set off toward the sound of the ocean waves pounding the shore.

It was true, he’d never gone down easy, but that wasn’t always a good thing. If he’d backed off the first time Wendy had rebuffed him, he could have spared them both so much guilt and heartache.

But he hadn’t backed off, he’d used the heated glances Wendy shot his way when she came to visit Art at the station as an excuse to cross the line, to apply another round of pressure one night when they were walking to their cars after a mutual friend’s party. Sure, Wendy had caved without more than a few whispered words, but still. Jamison knew things could have been different—
would
have been different, if he had simply taken no for an answer.

But he didn’t want to take no for an answer with Maddie. Last night had been more than insanely hot sex, it had been one of the best nights of his life, period. It wasn’t simply that he’d finally met a woman who was his match sexually, it was because that woman was Maddie, a person who had been a friend since he was too young to understand that the warm, safe feeling that filled his chest whenever he was around the Whitehouse girls was a kind of love.

And look how you confused that kind of love for something more with Naomi. Look how that turned out. Now you can barely say three words to her without wanting to make a run for it.

Keep this up, and you’ll wreck things with Maddie, too.

Jamison sighed as he and Maddie stepped onto the sand, grateful the sound was swallowed by the roar of the waves. It was true; he could be on the verge of ruining one of his longest-standing friendships.

But then, he’d meant what he’d said to Maddie—he could never go back to the way things were. The memory of her riding him in the moonlight filtering through his tent was permanently etched upon his brain. They were either going to move forward as more than friends, or they weren’t going to move forward at all.

The knowledge was enough to make his palms sweat as Maddie turned back to him, the setting sun catching the caramel streaks in her hair, making her even prettier than she’d been a moment before.

“So?” Jamison asked, after an uncomfortable moment of silence. “What’s the verdict?”

“What’s your end game?” Maddie asked, answering his question with a question.

Jamison blinked. “Um, nothing. I want to spend time with you.”

Maddie shook her head, the skin between her eyebrows wrinkling. “No, I mean, with dating. Why do you date? What’s your end game? Do you even have one?”

Jamison fought the urge to pull Maddie into his arms and kiss the frown from her face. It was a decent question, and one that deserved an honest answer. “I don’t know. I mean, someday I’d like to find someone, get married, I guess. I don’t want to play the field forever.”

“But you’re already thirty-one. By your age, most men who are looking for Mrs. Right have either found her, or found her and divorced her, ” Maddie said, clearly not willing to let him off easy, but then Maddie never did. It was one of the reasons Jamison had always respected her, even back when they were kids.

Jamison nodded. “You’re right. And I’m the first to admit that in the past, I wasn’t looking too hard for Mrs. Right. I was more concerned with Mrs. Right Now. Then I moved to Atlanta and I was so busy with work I didn’t have much time for dating.” He hesitated before pushing on, wanting Maddie to know at least part of the truth. “There
was
a woman last year who I thought… We cared a lot about each other, and I was hoping we’d have a future, but it didn’t work out.”

“Why?” Maddie asked, pinning him with her unflinching gaze.

He sighed. “A lot of reasons, the main one being that moving forward with me would have meant a big life change for her, and she wasn’t ready for that. In the end, she decided she’d rather stay in a familiar, less-than-perfect situation than try for something more.”

Maddie pressed her lips together, appearing to take a moment to digest what he’d said before she spoke again. “I can understand that. I think that’s why Serge stayed with me for so many years, even after he knew that he didn’t love me in that way. Our marriage was familiar, and good in a lot of ways.”

Jamison nodded, wishing Maddie hadn’t had to go through that with her ex. She seemed to be at peace with it, but he knew it had been painful, and he didn’t like the thought of Maddie hurting.

“But I don’t want good anymore,” Maddie continued, a vulnerable look in her eyes that made it harder to resist the urge to draw her into his arms. “I want passion and fun and friendship and someone who is open to dating becoming something more. I came to this retreat promising myself this would be the beginning of a new me, that I would learn to let my hair down and have a little fun while I was waiting to find the right guy, but I’ve been thinking all day…”

She sighed, turning to stare out at the water, where the waves crashed into the shore in a burst of foam. “That’s not me,” she said, almost too softly to hear over the sound of the surf. “I’m not a casual kind of person, and I don’t want to date someone who’s only after a good time.”

Jamison placed a hand on her shoulder and gently turned her to face him. “Who said I’m only after a good time?”

Maddie shrugged, nibbling at her lip for a moment before she said, “From what I’ve seen, your dating relationships don’t seem to last too long.”

“That’s not always been my choice,” Jamison said. “There are a lot of women out there who aren’t up for anything long-term, either, especially with a guy they think is a dumb meat head.”

Maddie smiled. “You’re a lot things, but a dumb meat head isn’t one of them.”

“And you’re not some random woman,” he said, letting his fingers slide up to curl around the back of her neck. “You’re Maddie. I know the type of person you are. If I wasn’t on board for something more than casual, I wouldn’t be here right now. I wouldn’t have asked to date you. And when I say “date,” I mean exclusively, you and me giving this a shot to see if we work as more than friends.”

Maddie’s brow furrowed again. “Really?”

“Really,” Jamison said with a smile.

“But why?” she asked, obviously still struggling. “Why now, after all these years of you teasing me like I’m your bratty little sister? What changed?”

“I guess I finally woke up,” Jamison said, bringing his face closer to hers. “And I’m glad I did, because you are the sexiest friend I’ve ever had.”

Maddie’s breath feathered out, caressing his lips, making him hungry for another taste of her. “You’re pretty sexy yourself.”

“Thanks,” Jamison said softly. “So can I kiss you now? Are we good?”

Maddie’s tongue swept out to dampen her lips, making it almost impossible to resist claiming her mouth, but Jamison forced himself to wait. He wanted to be sure they were on the same page.

“I still want to keep it a secret from Naomi and Jake until after the wedding,” Maddie said, her arms twining around Jamison’s neck, sending a wave of relief and desire sweeping through him. “And I want us to promise we won’t let anything that happens between us interfere with being good godparents to Noelle. She deserves the best from us, not any drama.”

“I agree,” Jamison said, pulling Maddie closer. “Now can I kiss you?”

Maddie smiled. “Not if I kiss you first.”

And then she kissed him, banishing any lingering doubt that last night had been a fluke. Her kiss still destroyed him, leaving him raw and stripped bare and starving for more of her, though he’d practically gorged himself on loving her the night before. But when it came to Maddie, he had a feeling he wouldn’t ever get enough of her taste, her touch, the way she moaned when the sparks between them ignited.

As her tongue danced with his and her back arched, pressing her breasts tighter to his chest, Jamison swore he literally felt the earth move. She shook things loose inside him, leaving him different than he was before. But it wasn’t a bad different, it was the kind of change that made you wonder how a world without the person in your arms could ever have been enough.

By the time they pulled apart, Jamison’s heart was pounding and his body crying out to get closer to Maddie, to get as close as two people can get and then closer still, until there was nothing separating them but skin.

“This is crazy,” Maddie said, her breath coming fast.

“What?” Jamison asked, sliding his hands down to cup her bottom, pulling her closer to where he ached.

Her lids fluttered before she met his eyes with a desire-filled look that took the last of his breath away. “I want you more than I did last night. I was pretty sure that was impossible.”

“And I want you so much, I’m tempted to take you right here on the sand.”

She bit her lip. “Why don’t we try somewhere a little more private? I saw a lifeguard stand about a mile down the beach earlier today. I checked the door and it wasn’t locked.”

“You checked the door?” Jamison took her hand, letting her lead the way across the sand. “So you were thinking about having your way with me again, were you?”

“All. Day. Long,” she said in a husky voice so sexy Jamison couldn’t resist picking her up and spinning her around until she giggled.

“Put me down,” she said, kicking her dangling feet.

“Only if you’ll race me to the lifeguard stand,” he said, loving the feel of her arms wrapped tight around his neck.

“Okay, but you know you’ll win.”

“We’re both going to win,” Jamison said with a wink as he set her on her feet. “No doubt in my mind.”

Maddie grinned as she set off across the sand with Jamison in hot pursuit.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Maddie

Maddie had never kept a secret from her sister, not once in her entire nearly thirty years of life.

Maddie and Naomi had been tight since the day Maddie was born. She’d grown up idolizing Naomi. Maddie was Naomi’s number one fan long before Naomi was a famous celebrity chef with her own TV show and a multimillion dollar line of gourmet products. Maddie shared everything with her eldest sibling: hopes, dreams, heartaches—even Naomi’s extensive shoe collection.

In other words, Maddie had no idea how she was going to keep her relationship with Jamison a secret from her sister, but she was determined to try. She didn’t want to cross the Telling-Naomi bridge until she and Jamison were certain they were going to last longer than a few weeks.