Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“You’re trying to get a day off work when you’ve been stressed about picking up more shifts or taking a second job and it has to do with this guy. Don’t bullshit a bullshitter.”
I groan and then drop my head against the back of the seat. “He’s a friend and he needs my help.” He invited me into the most personal part of his life. Fuck if I know if he sees it that way, but I do.
“You like him,” Frankie tells me.
“You sound like a child,” I reply.
“It makes sense.” He shrugs, ignoring what I said. “I didn’t really think you’d be the guy who was out banging someone different every night. It’s not your style.” He winks at me and then climbs out. I should tell him he’s wrong, but the truth is, he’s not. The point is proven by the fact that Derek is the only person I’ve touched since I moved out of Steph’s, and I told him I wouldn’t share.
Still…I get out and jog after him. “It’s not what you think. We’re just having fun. I need to have a little fun. You said so yourself.”
“I sure as fuck did.” Frankie nods. “I just never thought you’d actually do it. What are you going to do if you can’t get Jenkins to work for you?”
I look at him and answer with sincerity. “I can’t be at work on Saturday. It’s important.” If I flake on him, he’ll never ask again. He’ll continue to keep all the shit he’s dealing with to himself.
We head inside the firehouse and I get supplies to clean and stock the bus. Frankie makes up some excuse to do something else while I do the work. Just as I finish up I hear a noise behind me and turn to see Frankie step into the bus. “Finally, you fucker. You got it next time.”
“And you have Saturday off. You’re welcome.”
My brows pull together. “How…?”
“I was giving Jenkins shit about tickets to a concert I have. He wanted to buy them off me because they’re sold out. I said no before…so now I said yes.”
My heart starts thundering and I cock my head slightly to look at him. Frankie and I have always been friends…friends who don’t have shit in common but friends just the same. Still, he’s never done something like this for me. “That’s…that’s pretty fucking amazing, but I can’t let you do that. I’ll figure it out.”
I turn around and fuck with supplies that don’t need to be fucked with. It’s really fucking cool of him to do that for me. I’m not sure what to say. It’s not often I have people going out of their way for me.
“You can, and you will. I want to do this for you. Just do me a favor and get some ass out of it or something. It’s getting harder and harder to put up with your grumpiness.”
“I—”
“Shut up. Your boy needs you and you know you’re gonna be there for him. It’s how you’re built.”
Yeah…yeah, it is how I’m built. “I owe you,” I tell him and then, “He’s not my boy.”
“Whatever you say.”
As we head back into the fire station, I turn and look at him. Know I could do a little more to be a better friend to him. “We need to plan a night out.” He’s been offering for months. Why did I turn him down all the time? Because just like Derek…I don’t want to need anyone else.
“I’m always down, and you know it. Bring your boy. I want to meet him.” Frankie winks at me and walks away.
We only get a few more calls before our shift ends. It’s a little after eight on Thursday when I get home. I toss a frozen pizza in the oven, eat it, and then grab a quick shower. It’s only nine, but I still find myself climbing into bed, and wondering what Derek is doing. Reading about a captured princess or out with his friends?
My phone rings. When I look at the screen, I see his name and smile. “You’re a mind reader. I was just thinking about you.”
“You should always be thinking about me, Daddy. I’m kind of a big deal.”
I chuckle. “Only kind of, huh?”
“No, you’re right. I’m a big fucking deal. And I’m lonely. When are you going to come over and fill my hole? Since I told you it was only yours, you said you’d take care of it.”
Just like that, my dick starts to plump. “Such a naughty little boy. I will, but not tonight. You forget I’m older than you. I had a long day at work. I have to get my sleep so I can keep up with you.”
“Liar,” he says, and yeah, I am. I have no doubts in my ability where fucking is concerned.