“Is that what you need, Harding? To eat a predator twice your measurement?”

My head spun as my cock twitched and perked up, my complete being operating on intuition.

Nolan pushed at my chest calmly with one finger, pushing me again.

“Wouldn’t be the primary time,” he mentioned, his voice stuffed with perspective as I stumbled backward.

His phrases fell on me like a heavy metal beam.

The unmistakable realization hit me. I’d by no means assumed Nolan was into guys. Hell, I’d assumed from his lack of dialog about something exterior of labor and making my life a dwelling hell, he was simply one other dorky asshole who’d been friend-zoned by all his chick pals, which was why I didn’t really feel too dangerous about dreaming about stuffing his mouth full with my dick as punishment throughout completely happy time.

My cock throbbed with curiosity. Clearly, it had a thoughts of its personal.

My telephone had the audacity to interrupt up the splendidly tense second by sounding off the incessant rings that informed me my experience had arrived.

“Saved by the bell. Fortunate you,” Nolan quipped, hip checking me as he slid previous me, heading again towards the bar, leaving me exhausting, confused, and in shock.

What the fuck?

CHAPTER 2

Nolan

What the fuck is improper with me?

I braced my arms in opposition to the desk, the room spinning as I mentally recounted absolutely the meltdown I’d had on my method again from the lavatory.

Of all of the folks to run into, to be right here on this rattling bar tonight, of all nights…

I simply needed to run into the one firefighter who I’d been stupidly fantasizing about since I ended up assigned to this area.

As if shifting to a brand new metropolis wasn’t exhausting sufficient, it turned fairly clear, fairly quick, that I didn’t slot in. Not on the workplace, and definitely not on the firehouse that my agency labored with. Not that I slot in… nicely, anyplace actually.

My mama used to say I used to be simply “shy”, however I’m not shy. I’m awkward. Sheldon Cooper’s received nothing on me.

In my head, every thing is sensible. I can say what I would like, dreaming up eventualities the place I mix in naturally, cool as a cucumber and the lifetime of the occasion.

The place I can fake I’m somebody like Dawson Richards.

Daring, confidant. Attractive sufficient to be virtually bare on a calendar that I jack off to after a protracted, boring day of numbers and figures.

Which might be how I’d have spent my twenty-eighth birthday, had my finest good friend Allie not satisfied me to exit for as soon as. To “let free and have just a little enjoyable.” Even when I’d be doing it alone, like I had for the final couple of years since shifting right here. It wasn’t like I hadn’t tried to fulfill folks, however the city of Jasper Springs wasn’t actually all that totally different from the place I grew up. Nobody took a second look at me. Nobody besides Mr. March. At the least once I first arrived.

Dawson appeared cool. All charisma and excellent smiles, that pure flirtatious air about him that was some cross between a used automobile salesman and highschool promenade king.

I believed possibly he was totally different. Perhaps, simply possibly, shifting right here wouldn’t be so dangerous if I may make one good friend.

However all ideas of hope and happiness diminished when work referred to as us each, and Dawson’s quick consideration span rendered me forgotten.

Till I’d been referred to as out on my first declare, which occurred to be an area fireplace that Dawson had responded to.

I attempted to stay skilled, as a result of what else may I do?

I’d been promoted to Jasper Springs for a motive, and that motive was there have been far too many claims and never sufficient folks to precisely examine and shut the circumstances. I’d at all times been good at my job, assembly my quotas after which some. However I’d by no means dreamed that I’d be fought fairly this tough on them by one cussed firefighter.

Who simply had you backed up in opposition to the wall like some villain from a comic book guide.

The reminiscence of Dawson’s piercing gaze, the best way he lumbered over me, brought about my cock to stiffen like a lightning rod.

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