Shock Advised (Kilgore Fire #1) (20 page)

“What are you doing?” Tai asked warily.

“Making sure your ex-bang buddy didn’t spit in it,” I explained.

Tai froze.

“What?” He asked carefully.

I turned only my face to him and raised my eyebrow.

“You heard me,” I said, narrowing my eyes.

He held his hand up to me. “I think this is something we should discuss later. But if you’re worried about the cake, we can send it back.”

I shook my head. “No, it’s okay. I don’t see anything, and I doubt that she’d do that to
you
.”

He wisely shut his mouth and didn’t utter another word unless it was to offer me more cake.

I, of course, took the cake.

That was what any sane woman would do…right?

A real woman makes your dick hard, not your life.

-Note to self

Tai

I walked into the station only wanting to hear whether or not Luke had heard anything about Edwin or the Jenner Bitch, but got a job offer instead.

“So, I got to thinking… I really wouldn’t mind having you on the team if you’re interested,” Luke said, handing me a folder.

“What makes you think I can shoot?” I asked, taking the folder without looking at its contents. “And I don’t have any of the training you’re looking for.”

He gave me a look that clearly said, ‘
do you think I’m stupid,
’ and I laughed.

“Alright, man. I’ll think on it. When do you need my answer by?” I asked.

He looked at his watch.

“Tomorrow. That’s when we’re having tryouts…and I wouldn’t mind adding a man I know the boys will get along with,” Luke said. “You’ll have to be put through the academy to get your peace officer’s license; that’ll take about three months. The majority of it will be online, and you’ll have about four other paramedics going through it with you, so feel free to study together.”

I nodded in understanding. I wouldn’t mind getting the extra certification to become a peace officer. I only had to add the police academy to my firefighter and EMT certificates.

“This isn’t full time, right? Because I’m not leaving my job as a firefighter. I love it too much,” I said.

He shook his head.

“I’m expecting PD, Bowe, Drew and Fatbaby to apply as well,” he explained. “So you’ll be on call probably once a week. You’ll be expected to participate in any SWAT situational training with the team, but that shouldn’t be too hard for y’all. Especially since y’all have to pass the fire department’s physical requirement test once a year.”

I understood that.

Kilgore Fire Department’s physical agility test was one of the hardest in the state, and I really wasn’t sure why.

We were small-time compared to Dallas or Houston.

Yet, if I could pass the KFD’s agility test, I’d pass KPD’s.

And Luke knew it.

“Alright,” I said. “Do I need to come in and take this test with the rest of them?”

He nodded. “Yes. By law, we have to have this testing for other applicants to apply. Equal opportunity and all that bullshit. But if you boys come out, you’ll get it. No problem.”

I nodded and offered him my hand.

Then started forward only to stop and look at him again.

“You never told me about what you found out about the baby daddy and the Air Bitch,” I said.

He sighed and shook his head.

“Not a damn thing. The things Jack provided us with for Jenner Heating and Air, specifically Wanda McCarty, we can’t use since they weren’t obtained by ‘proper’ channels.” He held up his hand to stop me before I’d let loose on him. “That’s not to say that we’re not using what we know to find something we can use.”

I nodded, and he continued.

“I’ve got John running his magic on his end,” Luke said, indicating the department’s computer wizard. “And Edwin McCain has been told that Mia isn’t a suspect in the investigation for the extortion he’s been experiencing. He wasn’t happy about it, but he hasn’t been demanding Mia’s head like he had been doing. So that’s a win.”

I growled in frustration.

“Fine,” I said, frustration clearly evident in my tone. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

I started walking to the door once again.

“Tai?” Luke called.

I turned my head and looked at him.

“What?” I asked.

“You didn’t ask about the reporter,” he said.

I grinned. “I sure didn’t, did I?”

I closed the door to my house and started looking for the woman that I knew was in there.

I’d left her in my bed this morning when I’d received the call from Luke, and she’d promised to stay until I got back.

I found her in the laundry room, leaning over the washer as she tried to get the clothes at the bottom.

Her feet were about half a foot off the floor, and her entire head, as well as most of her torso, were missing from view.

“You need help?” I asked.

She squeaked in surprise, and I grabbed one leg before she could fall all the way in.

“Shit,” she said, pushing herself back up to her feet.

She had an arm full of clothes, and her eyes were filled with fire.

“Sorry,” I said.

She bared her teeth at me and tossed the clothes in her hands into the dryer.

I reached over and easily picked up the last few socks and tossed them to her.

She took those as well and tossed them in, then turned on the dryer before picking up what looked like the bedroom sheets and tossing those into the washer

She didn’t say another word until she’d started that load, too.

“Why are these so freakin tall?” she asked.

I shrugged.

“I got shafted,” I said. “I originally ordered a front loader washer and dryer, which required me to get those stupid pedestals,” I pointed to the platforms with the drawers at the base of the washer and dryer that lifted both appliances off the ground about a foot. “But then something happened, and they delivered the pedestals and a top loading washer and dryer. They offered me a reimbursement on the difference in pricing, but refused to give me a refund on the pedestals. So now I’m using them both out of defiance rather than for practicality.”

“That’s...not fair,” she said, giving her opinion.

I shrugged. “Life’s not fair.”

She rolled her eyes, and I could’ve sworn she
muttered something similar to ‘don’t I know it.’ But she’d been walking away at the time
, and I couldn’t be sure.

“What’s that?” She asked, pointing to the paperwork for the ‘tactical medic’ position that Luke and I had spoken about.

So I told her what it was, and she frowned.

“What’s stopping you from doing this?” Mia asked softly.

She sounded so…accepting.

Shit.

“You…and my brother,” I said honestly.

She pursed her lips.

“Tell me about the job,” she said, leaning her hips against the counter.

The top of her shirt rode up, revealing her white belly, and I had to force myself to look back at her face instead of letting my thoughts drift into how the soft skin of her belly felt against my lips.

“A tactical medic is somewhat of a new prospect, not just for Kilgore, but for the entire country,” I said, taking a seat in front of her. “This all started when the active shooter situations started to become more…frequent,” I said. “Before, they just had their own SWAT guys trained in BLS, or basic life support,” I explained.

I leaned backward and grabbed the coffee pot off the burner and poured coffee in the same cup I’d used that morning.

“Now,” I said. “They’re trying to be more prepared. They want a medic there, on site, in case any of the SWAT team members need them. Not to mention that in active shooter situations there’ll be a lot more potential for injuries not just to the SWAT team, but to innocent civilians as well.”

“So you’d be…on the SWAT team?” She asked, her brow furrowing.

I nodded.

“I would…but I wouldn’t stop working at KFD. I’d just be an ‘on call’ SWAT team member. If I’m working, obviously I wouldn’t be on call unless there was no one else available. But after all that’s happened over the last two years with the SWAT team, and how many times they’ve come under fire, they’re looking into having an actual medic on the team would fill not only the medical role but could also be a participating member of the SWAT team should the situation warrant it.

“Will you be out there…in front of the shooters?” She asked worriedly.

I shook my head. “I don’t know. But I really doubt I will be. If I get killed or hurt, that completely defeats the purpose of having a tactical medic on the team,” I explained. “But I will also be able to defend myself and my team members, if needed. I’ll have the law enforcement training and all of that fun stuff. I just won’t be the one ramming the door.”

She was quiet for a long time while her eyes stared down at the tabletop, drawing invisible designs on the white surface as she thought.

Finally, she looked up, and she smiled at me.

“Well, I can help you out with one of those. For me, if you’re doing what you love…then I’m happy for you and don’t have a problem with it,” she said. “When I started seeing you, I knew you had a dangerous job. Now, that’s not to say that I like the idea of you going out into even more dangerous situations, but I also don’t want to stop you from doing what you love or prevent you from exploring something new. If you want to do this, I’ll support you a hundred and ten percent just like I think you’d do for me.”

I wrapped my arms around her, then slowly dropped my mouth to hers.

She moaned into my mouth and things got a little heated.

Clothes went flying, and before I knew it, I was sitting in a chair as she was mounting my condom-clad cock.

Her feet barely touched the ground as she lined my cock up with her entrance, but she didn’t let that hinder her.

She slid down the length of my cock, her eyes closing even before she’d taken me all the way.

“You’re so beautiful,” I said, running my hand down the middle of her chest.

Her nipples pebbled as my hand slid past them, and she leaned her head back and bucked her hips when my hand continued on down to where we were joined.

She hissed in a breath and leaned back even further, bracing both of her hands on my knees as she did, effectively giving me an even better view of what was happening between our legs.

The sight of her moving on me, faster and faster, was mesmerizing.

The muscles of her thighs flexed with each upward movement, and I had to bite back a groan as I started to think about how this was feeling extraordinarily good.

“Slow down,” I ordered.

She ignored me, and I realized why moments later when she exploded around me.

Her heated gaze met mine, and her eyes were nearly wild as her orgasm tore through her.

She screamed so loudly that my ears would’ve hurt had I not been so focused on my cock and the climax boiling up from my balls.

I exploded right along with her, pouring what felt like years’ worth of frustration, loneliness and hope into her. Spurt after spurt jetted from my cock, filling the tip of the condom.

My eyes squeezed tightly shut as Mia’s contracting pussy milked my cock for all it was worth.

She fell forward onto my chest, burying her nose into the crook of my neck, and wrapped her arms around my shoulders.

“That just keeps getting better and better,” she whispered, placing soft, wet kisses on the cords of my neck.

I chuckled and lifted her up with two well-placed hands on either side of her ass, my fingers brushing her pussy lips as I did.

My cock fell out of her, landing against the inside of my thigh with a wet sound, and my stomach tightened as I felt the wetness of my release leaking from not just her entrance, but also my cock as well.

She moved backwards, feeling that same wetness, and stared in disbelief at the broken condom that was still wrapped around the base of my cock.

“Shit,” she said, scrambling off me.

My come leaked down the inside of her thigh, and my cock started to harden once again, despite having just come so hard that here couldn’t possibly be anything else for me to give.

The sight of it…of me…leaking out of her was so fucking erotic that I had to tamp down the urge to pull her back onto my lap.

“I’m not on the pill,” she said.

I nodded, trying not to think about what she’d look like swollen with my child.

“They have Plan B at the CVS,” I said, hoping that didn’t sound as unenthusiastic to her as it did to me.

I didn’t want her to take it.

Shit, but just the idea of a child with her was breathtaking.

“Yeah,” she said. “That’s a good idea.”

I knew she didn’t want another baby right then.

Not so soon after losing Colt just a few short months ago.

“Okay,” I said, standing up and removing what remained of the condom. “We can stop by there on the way home from Jack’s.”

She blinked at me.

“Why Jack’s?” She asked. “I thought we were going out to the pumpkin farm today?”

“We can still do that,” I said. “But I have to tell my brother that I plan on going out for the SWAT team. If he hears it from someone else, and he will, then I’ll never hear the fucking end of it.”

She nodded, and we both left to clean up.

We never did make it to the pharmacy.

Because something terrible happened.

And a pill was the very last thing on our minds.

One day someone’s going to hold you so tight that you will no longer feel broken.

-Tai to Mia
Tai

“You can’t fucking be serious,” Jack growled in frustration.

I crossed my arms over my chest and studied my brother.

I’d just told him my intentions to join the SWAT team as the tactical medic, and he’d promptly lost his mind.

My brother was protective. And he hated that he couldn’t dictate how I should live my life.

Mia sat in the corner of the couch, showing Cati her phone as she pretended not to listen.

I knew she was listening.

Mostly by the way her scowl ripped into my brother’s back as he sat glaring at me with his hands on his knees.