Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 82282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
She answered with a soft snore. One that warmed my heart.
Chapter 8
Police officers...because firefighters need heroes, too.
-Trance, age 8.
Viddy
“You stupid piece of crap.” I said to the machine in front of me.
Placing my hands on the top of the machine, I pushed with all my might, but only managed a small bump in the behemoth.
So I started kicking it.
“Give.” Kick.
“Me.” Kick.
“My.” Kick.
“Cheetos!” Punch.
My Cheetos were hanging on by a thread. The machine was the devil reincarnate. It stole something of mine at least once a week, and one would think I’d know better by now. But I didn’t. No, I fed my dollar into that stupid machine over and over again throughout the day.
Luckily, it was after school, otherwise, I would’ve never been able to do this.
I was waiting for a ride from my sister, who was over an hour late. I could have called a cab...if my phone wasn’t dead. I’d have called her cell phone...if I remembered numbers.
I hadn’t memorized a number since the summer I turned 15 and got my first cell phone. The only one I remembered off the top of my head was the one man I wasn’t talking to because I was too embarrassed.
To make matters worse, I couldn’t remember anything from the night before.
I was alone when I’d woken, in my own bed, and thoroughly disappointed.
I’d called my sister immediately to see what happened the night before, and all she’d had to say was that I’d gotten drunk and had to ride home with them because Trance was worried I wouldn’t be able to hang on for the ride home.
Which had deflated something inside of me.
I’d been at Trance’s place for going on three days at that point, and being in my own house by myself really blew.
“Need some help cupcake?” A droll voice said from behind me, making me jump and lose my footing. Mostly because my foot was in motion towards the machine for another kick.
I was stopped from falling down to the floor, which would’ve surely hurt like a mother, by Trance’s hard, muscular body.
“You scared the shit out of me,” I said breathlessly.
“I’m sorry. I thought you heard me come up. I wasn’t being quiet.” He apologized, still not letting me go.
I shook my head, latched onto his forearm as if my life depended on it, and stood up straight. “No, I was in the zone.”
He chuckled and helped me stand back on my own two feet.
Turning, a small breath of exhilaration left my lungs at the sight of his muscled body in his tight uniform. My God but the man was stunning.
His hair was unruly, as always.
The dimples in his cheeks and the cleft in his chin started a fire burning low in my core.
The uniform he was wearing was black, and the gold shield on his left breast shone brightly against his chest. The belt at his hips accentuated their trimness, and lead down to muscled thighs.
I skipped over his package, not wanting to go there with my current state of mind, and landed on his black tactical boots that looked like they could kick a person’s head in.
That was when I noticed two dogs at his feet.
“You have both of them?” I asked in surprise, going down on one knee at Trance’s feet to pet them both.
“Yeah,” he rasped. “This week starts Kosher’s training. I’ll give them about a month or so to acclimate before I start taking Kosher out by himself.”
I don’t know why I looked up right then, maybe it was the gruffness of his voice, or the simple pull of his eyes, but when I moved my eyes up his long body, studiously ignoring the bulge in his snug black pants that was growing by the second, I found myself captured by his eyes.
They were burning a hole into my soul that I was powerless to ignore.
Releasing the two dogs, I stood, moving closer and closer to his body until we were mere millimeters away from each other.
With a groan of defeat, Trance’s will broke, and he grabbed me by the braid to urge me forward until our lips met.
I melted into his body.
His mouth was absolute heaven.
Wet and hot.
When his tongue met my own, he seemed to lose some internal struggle, and I found myself pinned. My back against the lockers, and Trance’s body held my own hostage while he devoured my mouth.
His hands were clenched into fists, planted on either side of my head. One hand still held my braid tightly, which I noticed when I tried to move forward and bring him closer.
My hands were gripping the front of his shirt in desperation as I tried to meld my body with his.
Pulling on his hair, I groaned into his mouth. When he finally broke away from my mouth, staring deeply into my eyes, I fell, long and deep. Jesus, that man was a drug.
His breath billowed in and out of his lungs, and he stared at me as if I’d grown a second head. As if I was crazy.
“What?” He panted.
“Is that a flashlight, or are you happy to see me?” I panted.
He looked down and saw the huge baton on his duty belt poking me in the crotch, as well as his gun and walkie-talkie.
“Sorry,” he said as he cleared his throat. “I got a little excited. However, I am happy to see you. It’s been a long two days.”
I smiled. “Did you get off early?”
He shook his head. “Uh, no. Your sister had her baby in the middle of a Dairy Queen parking lot.”
I burst out laughing. “Ahh! That’s honest to God the best news I’ve ever heard. Is everyone okay?”
He nodded, smiling himself. “Yes, I’ve been sent to collect you. I tried calling but it went straight to voicemail.”
“Excellent. Let’s go. I’m so freakin’ excited!” I said jumping up and down against his body and clapping my hands.
His eyes closed, and I felt what most definitely wasn’t his baton as it rubbed against my belly.
“Sorry,” I said calming down. “I’m just so excited.”