My Calling (10 page)

I lift my eyes to meet hers and I know I’m screwed. Lowering my face to hers, I slide my hand over her cheek into her hair. Our lips touch lightly at first. Saylor tilts her head and her tongue finds its way inside my mouth. I moan as my cock twitches and I know this has to stop. Then, out of left field, Saylor shocks me as her hand slides down my chest and over my throbbing manhood. Listening to my penis and not my brain, I grip my hand in her hair, letting her get me even more worked up as her tiny hand rubs over the denim of my pants. Then her breathy voice snaps me back to reality.

“Beck… I want you.” She’s barely able to even formulate the words she’s so out of breath.

I stand up quickly, taking a step back and running into the coffee table. “Shit,” I mutter, trying to catch the magazines from falling in the floor. “Th-thanks for dinner, Say. I should… get going, yeah, going since we have to work tomorrow.”

Saylor stands up, her chest almost touching mine as she does. Her hand moves to my white tee, her fingers fiddling with the dog tag on the end of my chain. Shit, I should’ve taken it off before she recognizes my last name on my grandfather’s necklace. As casually as I can, I pull the metal out of her hand and escape her grasp.

Quickly, I open the door and turn back to see a very disappointed Saylor frowning at me. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” I slam the door behind me, bypassing the elevator and jogging down the steps. I’ve got to get my blood flowing away from the one body part that Saylor Warner is in control of.

CHAPTER 15

Beck

Judging by the open button on her uniform, Saylor isn’t taking my sudden exit last night as a no. I’m not complaining although my aching blue balls might say differently. I hang back, letting Saylor walk ahead of me in the garage so I can admire how perfectly her BDU pants fit her round rump. My pants twitch and I sigh, knowing this is going to be a long shift.

Taking my time, I open the driver’s side of the rig and climb inside. Immediately, the sweet scent that is Saylor attacks my nostrils and I have to stifle my groan before she notices. Her blonde hair falls in waves over her shoulders and her lips are just the way I like them, natural. She hasn’t said a word to me yet, not even hello, so I’m just waiting for her to lay into me. I’d much prefer another kind of laying with Saylor and I could have it if I wanted but protecting Saylor from the dangers she isn’t aware of is far more important than physical satisfaction. I close my eyes because I know Saylor satisfaction would be mind-blowing.

The radio crackles as a call transmits over the signals about a possible broken wrist.
Yes, work!
Let me focus on work, saving lives and all that bullshit so I don’t imagine what one night would be like with Saylor and end up walking around with a hard on all day. I turn the key, starting the engine, not paying attention to the dispatcher since I know Saylor memorizes every detail that comes through.

Looking at Saylor for directions, I’m shocked when she’s in my face, leaning over me. That damn top button being undone gives me a shot right down her cleavage and the red lace that holds her perfect tits in place. I don’t even pretend to look away until Saylor starts to sit back, stopping when we’re eye to eye.

Saylor lifts her eyebrow. “Like what you see?”

“It’s against regulations to leave a button undone.” My voice almost squeaks at the end of my statement like a fuckin’ kid going through puberty.

Her lips turn up into a mischievous smile. “Well, I’m a rule breaker.”

I laugh as she sits back down and buckles her seatbelt. The radio is off and Saylor’s silence is deafening. I can’t shake the image of that red lace and those plump breasts as I listen to the GPS giving me directions to our destination.
Fuck!
I thought we could just brush last night’s kiss under the rug like the first time but obviously Saylor isn’t having any of that, which means she’s going to force me to dissect last night. Maybe it would be better if I just slept with her so we could both get it out of our system. The only problem is that it wouldn’t, for either of us. Once with Saylor would never be enough. The more time I spend with her, I’m beginning to think that a whole lifetime with her wouldn’t come close to being enough time with this woman who is currently giving me the silent treatment.

“Arrive at your destination,” the computer voice informs us.

I glance up, finally realizing that we’re on the local college campus. More specifically, we’re in front of one of the fraternity houses. I shift the gearshift into park and Saylor reaches for her door handle. Now it’s my turn to lean across her and I place my hand over hers, keeping the door shut.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I ask, my eyebrow raised and I force myself to not look down her shirt again.

Saylor shakes her head like I’m crazy, which I might currently be in that state of mind but I won’t let her know that.

“Um… working?”

I squeeze my hand over hers and nod toward her display of skin. “Not like that.”

She glances down at her shirt and looks back up at me. “Why not? It’s my uniform.”

Rolling my eyes, I sit up straight, jerking my thumb at her top button. “Which isn’t in regulation. Those frat guys will go crazy when they see you.”

Saylor lifts the side of her mouth. “Does that bother you?”

I let out an exasperated sigh and open my car door. “Whatever, Saylor, just button your shirt.”

I head to the back of the rig, grabbing our kit. Saylor’s door slams shut and I walk around the truck to catch up with her. Only a few steps and we’re even with each other. It only takes half a second for me to see that she didn’t follow my directions and catch another glimpse of that lacy brassiere. I grab her arm, tugging until she turns to face me. When her baby blues look up into mine, she’s grinning and thoroughly enjoying this game she’s playing. Fine, she wants to play hardball, I can do the same.

Dropping the bag to the ground, I move my hands to Saylor’s hips. Inching my fingers up ever so slowly, I walk my fingers from her waist, up her ribs, grazing those perfect tits of hers until I have each side of her shirt in one hand. I lock my eyes with her, doing my best to show my disapproval although my cock is saying the opposite. My thumb and forefinger take hold of the button and I let my fingertips touch her bare skin as I slide it through the opening on the opposite side of the material. My heart pounds against my chest and I want nothing more than Saylor Warner in this moment but I’ve made up my mind and this is as far as we go.

“Games end now, Saylor.”

Without another word, I pick up the medic bag and continue up the sidewalk. The pitter patter of Saylor’s small steps lets me know she’s running to catch up with me. She bypasses me, turning her head and calling to me over her shoulder.

“Thanks for the help, Beck.”

Her grin lets me know that she’s still teasing me. I shake my head, knowing that this isn’t the last of it.

Saylor

I kind of feel like a numbskull as I splint the pledge’s arm with this goofy smile on my face. It’s bad enough that Beck has my hormones in a torrid tornado with the two kisses we’ve shared but then he has to go and be some kind of protective, sexy alpha that makes me want him even more. Granted, I should be running in the opposite direction since the man has run every time we’ve kissed but there’s something that just draws me to him. On some subconscious level that I feel like I’m not supposed to know about, I feel like I belong with Beck, like I’m meant to be his. Maybe it’s all the years I’ve spent alone, maybe it’s the way he’s always watching out for me, or maybe it’s the way his muscles ripple under his t-shirt that has me thinking dirty thoughts. I don’t know what it is but I do know that I’m not giving up on this sexy, bearded man. 

“There ‘ya go, all better… for now.” I pull my gloves off and rub my palms on my BDU pants as I stand up. I look down at the surfer boy and try to find my best inner-maternal voice. “I know you want in this fraternity, but don’t do any more stupid shamalama stuff anymore, okay?”

He jumps up and shakes his head. “No way! These guys pick up the hottest chicks!”

Out of nowhere, Beck steps between myself and the college student only a couple years younger than me. “Don’t speak about women that way. Apologize,” Beck demands with his surly attitude.

Quickly, I step around the wall of hotness and position myself between the two men. I place my hand on Beck’s chest, really just looking for a reason to touch him and continue to tease him as I did earlier. I don’t know about him but the way he buttoned my shirt, I about lost it and melted in his arms.

I look at the pledge. “Don’t worry about it. He’ll figure out his lesson.”

Beck’s lip snarls as though he might growl, reminding me of one of the many shapeshifter books I’ve been reading lately. I take a second to picture Beck as a werewolf, which is easy to do with his bearded features and his thick hair. Hmm... now that I think of it, maybe once I convince Beck to give in to his lust between us that might be a fantasy we can play out but I’m really jumping ahead of myself. Not to mention, I highly doubt that Beck is into role play, more like primal animal urges. Oh well, either are fine with me at this point. I promptly shake my head, trying to clear any image of bedroom Beck from my mind and reminding myself that the man only kisses and runs thus far.

The men are having a manly showdown and as much as I’d
love
to spend the rest of our shift seeing who has more testosterone, I give Beck a slight shove to get him moving. He waits for me to walk ahead of him and once we’re outside, he passes me, throwing our bag in the back of the rig. He starts the engine and I take a seat in the passenger side. Turning to him, my giddiness from the button incident and his overbearing comment to the pledge immediately disappears. Beck’s knuckles are white as he grips the steering wheel and his jaw is clenched as tight as it can be.

I sigh, reaching over to turn on the radio as we go through the motions of the rest of our shift. I can’t get my mind off the awesome holiday we spent together yesterday. Never mind the kiss, we talked, well, mainly I talked, but Beck listened and cared… and showed compassion. Compassion that I never received from my parents. Compassion that I was only taught from my uncle. Compassion that let me know Beck is more than his hard exterior and deep down the man cares… maybe even for me.

After the longest shift of my life, Beck finally pulls the ambulance into the bay of the garage. I jump out of the truck as he shuts off the engine, letting him know I’ll clean up and restock. He verifies three different times that I’m okay on my own before he finally leaves. For probably the hundredth time, I replay each interaction I’ve had with Beck in the last twenty-four hours.

As my chest tingles at the memory of Beck’s fingers, I make up my mind and stomp to the locker room. Feeling confident, I swing open the door and freeze briefly as I see Beck before me in just his BDU pants.
Come on, Say, do it!
I throw back my shoulders and march down the row of lockers. Luckily, no one is around and Beck doesn’t hear me until he’s within my reach. As he turns in my direction, I reach out, grabbing the waistband of his pants and pulling him to me.

“Saylor—” Beck starts but I cut him off as I press my lips against his. I keep moving my body forward until his back hits the lockers. The bang of the metal encourages me, turning me on even more. Using my dominant hand, I grip his pants tighter, pulling him to me while pressing my hips against him as best I can. My left hand slides up his chest and down his arm, pinning it to the locker as though I’m actually holding him in place as he’s double my size. Beck’s free hand moves to my hair, tugging it slightly just like he did the other times and sending me into an even bigger frenzy. As his tongue rolls over mine, I remember the mission at hand and pull away just as quickly as I started this kiss.

“Game’s over, Beck. You want me as bad as I want you. Ball’s in your court.”

Using every ounce of self-control that I can muster, I pivot and lift my shoulders, exiting as confidently as I can. Beck wants the games to end, well, now it’s up to him to finish.

CHAPTER 16

Saylor

It’s after midnight and I’m still sporting my red, lace, push-up bra, which is way longer than it normally stays on. Typically, I walk in the door and the bra hits the floor. Tonight, I’m holding out for nothing short of a miracle that Beck will get his act together and show up at my door. It’s over five hours later and this baby is about to join the heap of other discarded bras in the corner of my room.

Stretching my legs out on my couch, I laugh to myself, still in disbelief that I actually pulled off that kiss in the locker room.
Gah
, his strong muscles felt so good beneath my hands and when his tongue touched mine, I was almost putty in his hands. If I hadn’t stopped that kiss when I did, I might have ended up bent over the bench while Beck did me from behind. Just the thought of that has me even wetter than I am but as the numbers on the clock change, I figure I’d better give up on the original idea I had on how tonight would end.

I move my hand to the coffee table, picking up Buzz Light Cheer. Slowly, I roll the length of the vibrator between my fingers as Buzz’s wings twist, too. My thumb flicks the toy on and it begins to pulsate against my palm. One of the girls I used to wait tables with gave it to me as a gag gift and it sat in my closet for almost a year. Then, after one too many nights alone, I decided to break it out and see what Buzz could do for me. Little did I know how awesome he would be… and that I would never be able to watch that movie the same way again.