Flash Point (Kilgore Fire Book 2) (16 page)

Most people didn’t want to give up their day off, but I liked money. I also liked helping people.

Add the two together and I was happy.

Not to mention that Booth was at work today, and ever since we’d gotten back together, a few days prior, I’d done nothing but think about the ass.

The ass who’d practically ordered me to move in with him.

I had to say, though, that I was kind of happy that he was forcing me to move in instead of giving me an option.

If I was given options, then my logical brain might try to take over my heart.

“You’re doing fine,” I nodded, backing away from the couple.

The mom was looking at her sick baby with sorrow filled eyes.

The baby was a little over four months old and had caught the flu.

She was on breathing treatments that were intended to help her draw breath into her tiny lungs, but if it didn’t get better soon, I knew the doctors would be admitting her.

“Hey,” Mia called. “Isn’t that Booth?”

I looked over and smiled at my man.

“Yep,” I agreed, watching him come out of the back of the ambulance. “And he’s covered in blood.”

He was currently straddling the man…or woman…on the gurney. Blood was all over his arms, all the way up to his elbows.

“What the hell happened?” Mia asked.

I didn’t know.

“I’ll have to ask him when he gets back out,” I frowned, walking around the side of the room and checking on the other patients in the clinic before I went to Freya, the girl that was running things for today. “Hey, I’m going to take my fifteen-minute break okay?”

Freya looked up and nodded.

She was a pretty little thing, and fresh out of nursing school with a fire lit under her ass.

She was all for helping and throwing together anything that anyone needed.

She was also a pushover.

People would walk all over her, and she’d never said a word.

I, of course, tried valiantly not to do that. It wouldn’t do to treat her the way others did.

“Oh,” Freya smiled. “I’ll come with you. I have to run and get a box of Band-Aids anyway.”

I nodded and left the front door with her at my heels.

“My man got off the ambulance with blood up to his elbows. I just wanted to see what happened,” I informed her as we walked.

She looked at me, startled.

“What?” Her mouth dropped open. “Why are you not running over there?”

I giggled.

“He’s a firefighter,” I explained. “He wasn’t actually on the ambulance for himself.”

“Ohh,” she nodded in understanding, sounding relieved. “That’s good.”

I snorted and she raised a shoulder in a silent shrug.

“So how are you liking the ER?” I asked.

She sighed. “It was okay. At first. Now I think I’m going to look for a different job.”

I blinked as I pursed my lips. “Why?”

“Freakin’ people are blaming shit on me that’s not my fault. I got in trouble for not doing something that was never asked of me to do for a patient that wasn’t mine!”

I gritted my teeth.

“Did you tell the charge nurse?” I asked.

She shook her head. “No. Not yet.”

In other words, she wasn’t going to. Ever.

“You need to learn to speak up for yourself, Freya,” I noted. “You’ll have a lot of trouble in the ER if you’re not careful. They’re a bunch of bitches, other than a few. Have you met
Lennox?” I asked.

Lennox was married to Bennett Alvarez, a man on the SWAT team.

They were a great couple, and I liked them a lot.

Lennox was the sweetest person I’d ever met.

She nodded. “She’s sweet. I like her. But I don’t work with her often. She’s cut back her hours quite a bit now that she’s pregnant.”

“Hmm,” I hummed. “She has a good friend who, I can’t remember her name right now, is a nurse there. She’s nice, too.”

I came to a halt just outside the side doors that would lead into the emergency room, and watched, wide eyed, as Booth came out of the doors with a scowl on his face.

He was still covered in blood, except for his hands which had been kept clean due to the gloves he’d been wearing.

“Whoa, big guy. What’s got your panties in a bunch?” I asked worriedly.

PD came up beside Booth and slapped him on his back.

“He had to shove his hand up inside a woman’s vagina to help deliver a baby,” PD said when Booth didn’t say anything. He was glaring at me like it was my fault he’d had to do that.

“Wow,” I said. “Was the baby okay?”

“Yes,” PD grinned. “The mother didn’t make it, though.”

My heart sank, and I walked up to Booth and pressed a kiss to his head.

“I love you,” I whispered.

Booth moved his hands out to his sides so he didn’t accidentally touch me, and I smiled at the action.

“I love you, too,” he replied grudgingly.

I grinned at him, but questions about the call whirled in my mind.

However, I held them in check as I turned to survey the carnage in the back of the ambulance.

“Wow,” I whispered.

Booth pressed a kiss to the back of my head and walked around the side of the ambulance.

“You’ll have to call in and tell them we’re going to need a few to clean this shit up,” Booth called to PD, glancing pointedly at his blood caked wrists and arms, indicating he couldn’t call himself.

PD nodded, but his eyes stayed on Freya as he called in.

“Freya,” I said once PD was done talking. “This is PD. PD, this is Freya.”

PD smiled wide at Freya, and Freya did what Freya does best.

She ran.

“Gotta go, Masen. Thank you for walking with me,” she hurried past the two big men and hurried into the ER entrance.

PD and Booth watched her go, PD longer than Booth.

“She was…nice,” PD observed.

I snorted.

“She’s shy,” I explained.

Booth pressed a final kiss to my forehead.

“You done for the day?” He asked.

I shook my head. “No. I still have about a half hour. Why?”

“I’m hungry,” his belly chose that moment to growl before he walked to the back of the ambulance and shut the door.

I didn’t bother to point out that he’d just had to deal with blood and guts.

He didn’t need me to remind him.

Paramedics, though, were a different breed.

They smiled while most would cry.

They joked while most would stay silent.

And if he was hungry, it was probably because he was hungry and not deflecting like most would.

“And you’re telling me this, why?” I asked.

I knew why.

He wanted me to bring him something, and he was too lazy to go get it.

“’Cause your food is better than my food,” he turned around once the doors were shut.

I rolled my eyes at him.

“I can’t bring you anything until I’m done here,” I pointed out.

He nodded his head eagerly.

“Taco Bell,” he said.

I raised my brow at him.

“You really want to eat that at work?” I asked.

I mean, Taco Bell had the same effect on nearly everyone. It wasn’t called Taco Hell for no reason.

He shrugged. “Yes.”

I looked at him, studying his face, and saw that something more than just the last call was bothering him.

But I didn’t know what to say to him.

He wouldn’t tell me what was wrong. Not with PD still waiting at the side of the ambulance anyway.

“I’ll bring it to you,” I told him softly.

He smiled then, making my heart skip a few beats.

“Thank you, baby.”

I waved at him and started walking back to the clinic as they pulled away.

He did, however, stop when he saw his truck.

“You ran through a mud hole!” He yelled out the side of the window.

I feigned innocence, widening my eyes at him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He narrowed his eyes at me.

“You better clean up your act, girl!” He yelled.

I raised my hands at him.

“And what are you going to do about it, big boy?” I teased.

He rolled up his window without replying, but I saw the gleam of happiness in his eyes before he did.

And I went back to work smiling.

I pulled into the fire station’s parking lot three hours and thirty minutes later with Taco Hell in one hand, and a huge gallon of sweet tea from Chick Fil A in the other, and the card from the camera pointed at my parent’s mailbox in my pocket.

He’d asked me to pick it up on my way, and like the pushover that I was, I did what he asked, even though it was about twenty minutes out of my way.

I pushed through the door to the station, my belly flipping and flopping in nervousness, and immediately was assaulted by the smell of cooking food.

Why Booth would want tacos instead of the deliciousness I was smelling was beyond me, but whatever.

“Yo,” a man called out, startling me.

I turned in the direction of the voice I’d just heard, and smiled.

“Hey, Bowe.” I said, waving at him with the bag of tacos in my hand.

He grinned.

“Whatcha got there?” He asked, gesturing to the bag with his head.

“Taco Bell,” I said. “For Booth.”

Bowe grinned.

“He’s in his bunk,” he said. “Just go through that hall right there,” he pointed to the hallway at his back with a thumb. “His door is the first on the right. He doesn’t share a room with anyone.”

Why he was telling me that last tidbit, I didn’t know, but I’d take it.

It was obvious that Booth needed to talk about something, and I’d oblige him if he needed it.

“Thank you,” I waved, already heading in the direction of Booth.

“No problem, sweet cheeks,” Bowe clicked his tongue at me.

I tossed him the finger over my shoulder and entered the hallway on his laugh.

I didn’t knock on Booth’s door as I walked in, being sure to be quiet in case he was sleeping.

Which he was.

With the light on and classic rock on fairly high.

He was on his back, his large, buff arms were above his body, hands crossed behind his head.

The tattoos that ran across his chest and abdomen were relaxed.

His abs, though, even in their relaxed state, were still just as defined as ever.

His chest rose and fell with steady, even breaths.

His eyes were closed, his beautiful lashes fanned out across the top of his cheeks.

His hair was still wet, indicating that he’d just gotten out of the shower.

He was also only in a towel.

And his cock was perfectly outlined by said towel.

I closed the door as soft as I possibly could and then locked it for good measure.

I licked my lips as I walked towards him, stopping at the end of the bed.

Bending down, I placed the gallon of sweet tea on the floor beside the bed, and the bag directly next to it.

A soft snore came from Booth, causing me to smile and contemplate recording the snore.

But I chose not to, valuing my life.

He was always saying that he didn’t snore, and I made sure to take evidence of the snoring each and every time I caught him doing it.

But he was already in a questionable mood, so I wasn’t going to make it worse if I could help it.

Slipping my shoes off my feet, I put knee onto the bed and started to crawl up between Booth’s splayed thighs.

I hesitated over the towel, but continued on up his chest until I came to a stop right above his face.

He opened his eyes and looked at me sleepily, then smiled.

“Took you long enough,” he rasped huskily.

I smiled at him.

“It took me less time than the time I originally gave you,” I told him.

He shrugged and lifted his arms, throwing them around my waist and pulling me into his chest.

I went willingly, bringing my knees up to rest on either side of his hips.

Which then meant that my bottom half was pressed snugly into his.

My belly twinged, but not enough for me to move away from him.

“What’d you bring me?” He asked.

“Taco Hell,” I said. “Like you asked.”

He grinned. “You need to stop calling it that. It’s slander.”

I shrugged and dropped my lips down on top of his.

“It is what it is,” I said between kisses. “I can’t change that fact.”

He growled into my mouth and pulled me in tighter, pushing his hips up to let me feel the long length of his erection.

Not that I hadn’t felt it before.

It was hard to miss that massive beast.

Now, though, I could feel the long column of his cock against the seam of my pussy lips.

“You can’t do this at work,” I chastised, trying to get up and off of him.

He held me tight, though, making sure I couldn’t leave, even if I wanted to.

“I can do whatever the fuck I want,” he informed me, sitting up and fastening his mouth to the side of my neck.

I moaned and tilted my head, allowing him greater access to my neck.

Things sort of deteriorated from there.

I couldn’t say that I was responsible, because when it came to Booth, I didn’t have any control at all.

I was his, completely and forever.

If he wanted me, I couldn’t deny him.

I let him yank my pants off my legs, thankful that I’d worn crocs today instead of the usual tennis shoes.

I was even more thankful that I’d worn a thong, seeing as it was much easier to push it to the side to make room for his cock.

I heard the distinct sound of a condom tearing open, then he lifted me up and fumbled underneath me while he worked it onto his length.

Then I was being filled by him.

There was no buildup. Then again, I didn’t need any buildup.

All I had to do was walk into a room with him in it, and I was ready for him.

Today he’d already been almost naked, so I’d already been thinking about him that way, anyway.

He started to pump into me, fast and hard.

The bed underneath us squeaked as the springs groaned with our movements.

My head was swimming as he pushed into me so hard that he bottomed out, eliciting a long, deep gasp from my throat.

“Fuck yes,” I whispered, dropping my forehead down onto his.