A Very Grumpy Firefighter (Wolf Valley: Grumps #5)

Chapter 9

NINE

Lilou

I smile as Milo takes my hand and leads me into Palmer’s Steakhouse. He’s taking me out to dinner, and even though I tried to tell him that we didn’t need to go anywhere so fancy or expensive, he insisted. He said he wanted to take me somewhere nice for our first date, and who am I to argue?

It feels so good to finally give in to the attraction and be with him.

“Wright. For two,” Milo tells the ma?tre d.

She nods, grabs two menus, and leads us over to a table in the corner. Milo pulls my chair out for me, and I smile at him over my shoulder as I sit down.

“Thanks.”

“Of course,” he says, leaning down and brushing a kiss against my neck before he heads for his own chair.

“Have you been here before?” I ask him as I grab my menu.

“No. You?”

“No, but I’ve heard that it’s great.”

We both scan the menu, and my stomach growls. I blush, and Milo smirks at me. Neither one of us has eaten much today. Every time we tried to leave the bedroom, we would get…distracted and end up doing other things.

Not that I’m complaining. Trying so many new positions and things with Milo has been a lot of fun.

“What looks good?” I ask him, and he grins at me.

“Besides you?” He asks, and I giggle.

“Yeah.”

“Hmm,” he says, and I smile.

It’s been kind of eye-opening to realize the power that I have over this man. He thinks that I’m sexy, irresistible even. He makes me feel bold and confident and beautiful, and I love it.

“I’m thinking the sirloin,” he says, and I nod.

“Me too.”

Our waiter comes by a moment later, and Milo orders for both of us. As soon as we’re alone again, he reaches across the table and takes my hand in his.

“I have something that I wanted to talk to you about,” he says seriously, and I nod.

“Okay.”

“It’s about your grandpa.”

I swallow hard, and he squeezes my hand.

“I know that you’re worried about him, and I have a bunch of time off, so I booked us two tickets to go down and see him. I figured that touring the facilities and seeing him in person might make you feel better about all of this.”

Tears sting my eyes, and I stare at him.

“If you don’t want to, that’s fine,” he rushes to add. “Or if you’d rather go by yourself or with Lymric, that’s cool too. I just thought I’d…”

“Thank you,” I whisper.

“I didn’t overstep?” He asks cautiously, and I shake my head no.

“No, I—It’s great. Thank you. That was really thoughtful.”

“We leave tomorrow. I mentioned it to Lena, Maple, and Saffron, and they all said to take as much time as you need.”

Tears spill onto my cheeks, and I sniffle. I’ve never had someone to take care of me the way that he does, and I love it.

I love him.

I can’t deny that anymore, not even to myself. I love how he treats me. I love how confident and special he makes me feel. I love how patient, sweet, and funny he is. I just love all of him, and I know that we haven’t been together for very long, but it feels so right. Being with him is easy and effortless. It’s right.

I need to tell him.

“Here you are,” our waiter says, breaking the moment and I blink and clear my throat.

“Thank you.”

We both start to eat, and I pause when a thought occurs to me.

“Wait. The money? We’re not married yet,” I point out to him, and he shrugs.

“I’m not going to hold that over your head, Lilou. We’ll get married whenever you want to. Whenever you’re ready.”

“Thanks,” I whisper.

I want to tell him that I’m ready now, but maybe it’s not the right time.

We both dig in, and the conversation changes to lighter topics. We talk about our favorite movies and artists. He tells me about growing up in Chicago and about his brother, Luca. I tell him more about Lymric and my grandpa, and soon our plates are cleared, and Milo is standing and offering me his hand.

He leads me out to his truck and I smile as he helps me up into the passenger seat.

“Thanks.”

“Oh, Lilou, it’s never a hardship to have my hands on your body,” he whispers as he leans in to press a kiss to my lips.

I grin, and he kisses me once more before he closes the door and heads around to climb behind the wheel. We make the short drive back to our apartment, and he holds my hand the entire way.

“I’ll get your door for you,” he says once he’s parked, and I wait for him to hop out and open my door for me.

Then he’s taking my hand in his and leading me up to our apartment. I unlock the door, and he closes it behind us and flips the lock.

“We should pack,” he says, and I nod, but I have other things that I’d rather do right now.

I start to walk towards him, and I see him swallow hard when he catches the heated look in my eyes.

“Lilou,” he says thickly.

“There’s something that I wanted to try,” I say, feeling a bit nervous.

He stares at me with heated interest.

“I’m interested,” he assures me. “Try what?”

“I was hoping to…taste you,” I say, my fingers reaching out and toying with the button on his pants.

“Fuck, Lilou. You have me close to coming already, and you haven’t even touched me yet.”

I blush at his dirty words, and a feeling of boldness washes over me.

He watches me as I unbutton his pants and tug the zipper down. I can see he is holding his breath as I push his pants down and then kneel in front of him.

“Goddamn, Lilou. Seeing you on your knees? So fucking hot,” he tells me, and I smirk.

My hands reach for the waistband of his boxers, and I watch his jaw flex as he grits his teeth as I pull them down. I wrap my fingers around his length, and give him a few test strokes as I look up at him.

“I might not be good at this,” I warn him.

“You’re doing amazing already,” he pants, and I giggle.

“I haven’t done anything yet!”

“Just knowing that it’s you touching me is the biggest turn-on. You’re so sexy, Lilou. Without even trying, you have me hard as a fucking rock.”

I lean forward, and he watches as my lips spread and my tongue darts out to run around the tip of his cock. A drop of precum beads at the opening, and I lick that up, too. He grunts, and I lick my lips and then open wide, and he watches as his cock disappears inch by inch into my mouth.

“Fuck,” he groans, drawing the word out.

I smile up at him, or try to around his dick. I can’t fit all of him into my mouth, but he’s not complaining. I wrap my hand around the part of his cock that isn’t in my mouth and start to bob my head up and down on his length.

I go slow at first, just getting used to sucking him. He looks like I am teasing or torturing him. I use my tongue to stroke him slowly, tracing every line and ridge of his cock, trying to make him lose his mind. I can feel him trying to hold himself back, straining not to thrust into my mouth until he’s buried in my throat. But I want him to lose control.

I start to work my hand in time with my mouth, and he’s a goner.

“Lilou…fuck, I’m close. I’m going to come,” I warn her.

I hum around him and suck harder, hollowing my cheeks with each pass. His fingers thread through my hair and tighten there as his dick swells against my tongue.

“Lilou,” he chokes out in warning, and I tighten my hand around the base of his cock and swallow as he starts to come.

“Fuck!” he shouts, and I moan as I swallow down every last drop.

I pull back, and his cock slips from my mouth, slick with my saliva.

“My turn,” he grunts, and then he’s grabbing me and tossing me onto the bed.

I gasp as I bounce, and he reaches for me and starts to strip my clothes off. His cock is already starting to get hard again as he pushes my legs apart and lies between them. He spreads my legs wider apart until my clit is exposed, and then he’s burying his face between my thighs.

I’m drenched already, and he greedily licks up all of my juices before thrusting his tongue inside my snug hole. I shout his name, but he doesn’t stop. His thumb presses down on my clit, rubbing tight circles over the little bundle of nerves as his tongue continues to fuck in and out of my tight little hole. My legs clamp down around his head, and I arch off of the bed, chanting his name breathily and squirming beneath him.

“Milo!” I scream as I come against his face, and he moans, licking up all of my release.

I gasp as I sink into the mattress, and he kisses my pussy one more time before crawling up my body. His cock nudges my opening, and I spread my legs wider in invitation.

He thrusts into me until he bottoms out, and we both moan each other’s names. We’re both so worked up, so he doesn’t take it easy this time. He pulls out and then pounds back into me, starting up a rough pace.

“Milo! Oh my gosh,” I cry, my hands gripping his biceps as he fucks me harder.

“You feel so good,” he tells me.

“You’re so big.”

He grins as he grabs one of my ankles and sets it on his shoulder. He sinks into me even deeper, and we both curse as he bottoms out inside of me.

I’m close, and I can tell that Milo is, too. I’m panting, letting out these breathy moans with his every thrust, and he puts my other ankle on his shoulder and grips my hips as he pounds into me.

“Milo!” I scream as I come on his cock.

“Lilou,” he moans, my name sounding like a prayer on his lips.

We come together, and I cling to him as he rolls his hips against mine one last time, prolonging my orgasm.

I groan as my ankles drop back to the bed, and then he’s collapsing beside me.

“Hmm,” I sigh as I cuddle against his side.

“We’ll pack in the morning,” he says, trying to catch his breath, and I nod.

“In the morning,” I agree sleepily.

He rubs my back as my breathing evens out, and soon enough, my eyes are drifting shut as we fall asleep in each other’s arms.