Page 109 of Finding Hayes
I nodded and grabbed my bag before jogging downstairs and dropping it in my new room. It wasn’t fancy or big, but it was my own space, and I appreciated it.
The next few hours were filled with paperwork and meetings.
While the guys were doing some training drills, I was placing orders to keep our house well-stocked.
We had dinner, and I was surprised how quickly the day got away from me.
When the siren sounded, we were on our way to a small fire out at the Conley ranch. It didn’t require all of us there, but you just never knew what you were walking into, so we all loaded up.
It had been a quick turnaround, and we were in and out of there in less than a half hour.
“Hey, congrats. You popped your captain cherry,” Santa teased, as we made our way back to the firehouse.
I sent Savannah a text when we’d been on our way out to the fire, because I knew she worried, and I’d sent her one when we were heading back to the firehouse.
I had someone who counted on me now, and I didn’t need her staying up late worrying.
“See you in the morning, Rambo,” a few of the guys called out, and I held my hand up as I made my way downstairs and they made their way upstairs.
When I pushed the door open, I couldn’t help but smile. My wife was sitting on my bed wearing a tan trench coat, golden brown hair falling in waves around her shoulders.
“Hey. What are you doing here?”
“Well, I got a call from Dr. Dorsey. They have an opening. They want my dad there tomorrow morning. I booked my ticket to Dallas first thing in the morning. Roddy is going to stay with King and Saylor until you get off your shift. So I wanted to see you before I left.”
I ran a hand over my face. “I wanted to go with you.”
“It’s your first week as captain. You need to be here. I’ll be gone for a week or two, and I’ll get Dad settled. He and Nadia flew out tonight. It’ll give them time to get situated before he starts treatment tomorrow.” She pushed to her feet and reached for the belt of her jacket, tugging it open to expose her gorgeous body in nothing but a pink lace bra and matching panties.
“Jesus. You’re so fucking beautiful, baby.” I tugged her closer, my arms coming around her as my hand slid down her back, and I gave her ass a squeeze.
“I’ve always wanted to have sex with you in a fire truck,” she purred.
I tipped her chin up, eyes locking with mine. “Not a fucking chance that I’m letting any of those assholes see you naked. But how about I have my way with you in my new room? Does that work?”
“Ahhh… the captain’s quarters,” she said, stepping back and moving slowly across my room as she picked up my fire hat and put it on her head. She let the trench coat drop to the floor in a heap as her teeth sank into her bottom lip. She walked toward me and plucked the suspenders off my shoulders before unbuttoning my pants and tugging down my briefs. They fell to the floor, and she pushed me back onto the bed. She dropped to her knees and unlaced my boots, one at a time, and slipped them off and tossed them to the side.
“Goddamn, woman. You’re too fucking sexy for your own good.”
“That’s because I can’t stop thinking about my husband out there fighting fires and protecting people.” She stood up, placed one leg on each side of me, and straddled me.
I reached for her hips and glided her lace-covered pussy right over my erection. Up and down, as she groaned. She found her rhythm and continued grinding along my shaft, teasing me, as I reached for her bra and tugged the cups to the side. My mouth came over one of her perfect tits first. I sucked and took turns moving from one to the next.
I was so turned on I couldn’t see straight. Her breaths were coming hard and fast, and my hands moved between us as I found the lace waistband and tore it easily from her body. She gasped when I pulled the fabric between her legs and held it up for her to see. “I’ll buy you a new pair, but I need to be inside you right now.”
She smiled as she pushed up, lining the tip of my dick with her entrance, and slid down slowly.
“I needed this, Hayes,” she whispered. “Needed you.”
I buried myself inside her and groaned as I gripped her hips and slid her up and down my cock—and nothing had ever felt so fucking good.
“I’m yours, baby. Ride me until you come all over my dick.”
“I intend to, Captain,” she purred, as I tugged her mouthdown to mine.
I drove into her over and over, needing to feel every inch of her.
Because Savannah Woodson had all of me.
