The Firefighter’s Secret Baby (Courage County Fire & Rescue #2) Read Online Mia Brody

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary, Erotic Tags Authors: Series: Courage County Fire & Rescue Series by Mia Brody
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Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
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When the crowd is finally distracted enough, he threads my fingers through his and tugs me down the hall toward the bathrooms.

“What are you doing?” My voice is high and breathy. There are butterflies in my stomach and I’m aware of every nerve ending in my body. All thanks to the sexy man I’m with.

“We’re having a private celebration.” He winks at me before he ushers me into the women’s bathroom. He does a quick stall check, making sure we’re alone before grabbing the mop and bucket that were left in the hallway. He uses them to jam the door in place, so we won’t get any unexpected visitors.

“And what does our private celebration involve?” I hop onto the sink countertop and swing my legs. I never imagined what my first time would be like. I had friends who planned it all out down to the perfect playlist and pretty underwear. But even though the playlist is sad country songs and I’m definitely not wearing pretty underwear, this moment still feels right. Perfect, even.

He stalks across the tiled floor. “You and me and about a half dozen orgasms.”

I glance at the growing bulge in his pants and part my knees in response. My mouth is dry. “Just a half dozen?”

“I’m trying to stay modest here.” He steps between my legs, studying me. I forget how to breathe when I look into those cobalt blue eyes. His sharp, chiseled jaw and high cheek bones give him a severe look. Except that he smiles at me, and all of his features soften at once.

I don’t know how to do this. I didn’t date as a teenager. Mom was diagnosed with cancer in my freshman year and after that, everything became about her fight.

Instead of going on dates or flirting, I spent my time going to doctor’s appointments. After they gave up hope, I drove her to every crystal shop and healing center within a hundred-mile radius. I was certain the answer was out there if I could just find it. Sometimes, late at night the feeling of failure still haunts me.

He cups my face, careful to avoid jostling my glasses. “I love the color of your eyes. They’re sea green like the ocean.”

My cheeks grow warm in his hands. He likes my eyes. If that bulge in his pants is any indication, that’s not all he likes about me. “I like your eyes too.”

He angles his head and presses a soft kiss to my lips. It’s my first one, unless you count that sloppy one in third grade, and I don’t. No, this is how first kisses are supposed to be. Gentle exploration and soft teasing.

When I moan, he uses the moment to slide his tongue against mine. He strokes me slowly, savoring this moment between us.

My hands seem to have a mind of their own as they roam across his shirt. Beneath the soft material, I can feel the hard ridges of his muscles. I think again about how snugly his body fit against mine on that bull. Getting back on it each time was only partly because I wanted him to win the prize. A bigger part of me just wanted to feel his arms wrapping around me.

It’s been over a year since I’ve had anyone touching me. Once my mom passed, I retreated into myself, and my friends moved on with their own lives. My days became an endless loop of watching TV and sleeping. Until I stumbled across my brother’s birth certificate in her closet. Immediately, I push that thought away. I don’t want to be thinking about the secret brother my mom never told me about right now. I just want to be present with this hot guy.

I slip my hand under his t-shirt, feeling the way the muscles in his abdomen tense. He’s a wall of solid muscle and even though I’m nervous about what I’m doing, I trail my fingers lower until I find his belt buckle.

He breaks the kiss and captures both of my wrists in one hand, the simple motion is incredibly sexy. “Not yet. I make the rules, darlin’.”

“And what are the rules?” I challenge. He likes it when I do that. Every time I try to buck him, it makes his eyes gleam.

“The rules are that you come first. Always.” His tone is dark and dangerous, promising me sensual fun I’ve only ever dreamed about.

Always. He said always like there will be a next time. I don’t know why the idea makes my heart beat faster but it does. I want a thousand more times like this and all he’s done is kiss me.

“Well, then get to it.” I don’t know who this girl is. I just know that I like playing with and teasing my sexy stranger.

“I like it when you’re bossy, cowgirl.” He runs his teeth along the column of my throat before sucking lightly at the skin. “But you don’t get to make the rules. I decide how and when you come.”


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