Chapter 20
“Can you restock the gauze and bandages in the rig before you leave?”
“Yeah, of course.” I smile at Casey, my new co-worker and the one I’ve been shadowing for the past few days.
Tonight marks the end of my first week as an EMT.
I’m still on cloud nine that I passed my exams and am actually here, doing this.
I’ve loved every second of the last week, and even though the job is way more work and a hell of a lot more time on my feet than my front desk gig at the inn, which I expected, and I’m hurting everywhere, even in places I didn’t even know could be sore, it’s absolutely worth it.
But I can’t lie… I’m thrilled to have the next four days off because your girl is exhausted.
Although, I don’t know how much rest I’ll be getting because I promised Georgia I’d go with her to a book convention this weekend.
We leave bright and early in the morning, and I’m already kind of regretting agreeing to go.
The idea of hauling ass through the airport, then being on my feet and on the go all day for two days straight, sounds like my personal version of hell.
Graham also didn’t seem too thrilled about it when I told him, though I don’t know why.
After I grab the supplies, I climb in the back of the ambulance—or the rig, as everybody here calls it—and make sure everything is stocked before going to the lockers and grabbing my stuff.
On my way out, I stop by my supervisor, Trent’s, office.
The door is open, and as I walk in, he glances up from his computer.
“Charley, hi. Come on in.” Trent gestures toward the chair on the other side of his desk.
“Hey, I was about to head out, but wanted to see if you needed anything before I go?”
He shakes his head. “Nope, you’re good to go. But tell me, how has it been this week? I’ve heard nothing but excellent things about you from the team.”
“Aww, well, that’s nice to hear,” I say. “It’s been great. Everybody has been nice and welcoming, and I’m excited to learn more.”
“Glad to hear it. Enjoy your time off, Charley. I’ll see you next week.”
Starting a brand-new job, especially one as demanding as this one, more than halfway through a pregnancy probably isn’t the most common move, but I couldn’t wait to get started.
I was a little nervous about being hired for the job, for that very reason, but luckily, I know the woman in the Human Resources department, and she was able to get things moving along.
I’d imagine my teammates were surprised when I showed up for my first shift with a baby bump, but nobody has said anything, other than Casey asking when I was due and if I knew the sex, and telling me she had her third baby last year.
Unlocking my car, I slide into the driver’s seat and start the engine.
I blow out a deep breath, exhaustion washing over me.
The only thing I have in mind for this evening is a nice bubble bath and my bed.
It’s almost eight by the time I park in the driveway, and as soon as I do, Graham rushes out of the shop and waves.
He’s not wearing a shirt, and I can see the sweat glistening all over his skin from here, and I can’t even bite back the groan that comes up my throat.
Of fucking course, he’s not wearing a shirt.
Lately, I’ve been going out of my mind. I’m always horny, and nothing seems to help.
No matter how many times I get myself off, it never leaves me feeling sated.
These pregnancy hormones are no joke, and it’s a cruel and unusual punishment that I’m currently not having consistent sex because it’s all I can think about.
It doesn’t help that Graham looks like that.
He’s so damn attractive all the time, and so sweet.
Being around him at all is hard, and in turn, it’s putting me on edge around him, which isn’t fair, but god, I’m so sexually frustrated.
Climbing out of the car, he meets me in front of my door. “Come in the shop,” he says, practically bouncing with excitement. “There’s something I want to show you.”
“Maybe tomorrow,” I mutter. “My feet are sore, my ankles are swollen, and I just want to go inside.”
A breeze floats by, giving me a whiff of his natural musk scent mixed with cologne or body wash, or something that smells heavenly, and my core clenches.
Fuck, why must he smell so good? My mouth waters as I imagine dragging my tongue along the center of his chest before burying my face in the crook of his neck.
I need to snap out of it, my gosh.
“Oh, come on,” he pushes. “It’ll only take a minute, I promise.”
“I said no, Graham!” I wince at how harsh that came out. I don’t ever talk to him like that. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to snap at you.”
Graham’s brow furrows. “What’s wrong?”
Oh, nothing. I’m just so horny, it’s making me aggravated. “Nothing, I’m fine,” I lie.
Taking a step closer, concern etched over his features. “You’re not fine. Did something happen at work?”
I heave a sigh. “No, nothing like that. Work was great, actually.”
“Then talk to me.”
Why does he have to be so goddamn sweet all the time? “Graham,” I say on a breath.
“What’s got you so irritated?”
“Oh my god, I’m horny, okay! I’m so fucking horny, I feel like I’m losing my mind. This pregnancy is making me hornier than I’ve ever been, and I can’t stand it. Nothing helps!” The blood rushes to my cheeks as soon as I get everything out, and regret settles in my chest. “Happy now?” I ask.
Pressing his lips together, Graham swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “I can help you with that,” he rasps, face stone-cold serious.
“What?” I huff a shaky laugh. “No, you can’t.”
“Yes, I can, Charley.” Taking a step closer, my back hits the side of my car. “I want to help,” he says, voice low and throaty.
My heart pounds against my ribs, and I forget how to breathe for a moment as I take in what Graham’s saying. What he’s offering.
I can’t.
We can’t…right?
But as his body crowds mine, face so close I can feel his hot breath against my face, I’m failing to remember why we shouldn’t. Heat pools between my thighs, and pressing them together does nothing to extinguish the ache.
“Let me help you, Charley,” he offers again, and it’s too much.
I need this. Desperately. He wants to give it to me, so why not? It’s just one time; it doesn’t have to mean anything. It doesn’t have to change anything either.
Fuck it.
My lips crash into his, hands grabbing the sides of his face.
Graham’s tongue slips into my mouth, exploring and rolling against mine, and he tastes so good.
His arm wraps around my waist and he presses his leg between my thighs, rubbing against my pussy.
I can’t help it; I shamelessly grind on it as his lips devour mine.
My body is on fire, every inch of my skin tingling, and as Graham brings his hand to the front of my pants and works open the button, I think I may combust. Once the zipper is down, he wastes no time shoving his hand inside.
He finds my clit easily, and it feels like heaven when he firmly circles it with two fingers.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasp against his mouth.
“Forgot about that sexy little piercing you have,” he husks, nipping my bottom lip as his middle finger sinks into my pussy.
I drop my head back onto the car as he fucks me with it before adding in a second digit, all while his thumb massages my clit. “Oh god, Graham, that feels so good.”
“I could make you feel even better with my mouth.” Graham drops his head to my neck before peppering my flesh with quick, open-mouthed kisses.
Moaning, I shake my head. “No, I haven’t showered since last night.”
“I don’t fucking care,” he growls. “Go lie on the hood of the car.”
“Graham—”
“Now, Sunny.”
A shiver rolls down my spine at the use of the nickname and the way he leaves no room for argument.
Walking around the front of the car, I do as he says.
He joins me and grabs one of my legs, removing the shoe before moving on to the next, his blazing gaze never leaving mine.
Next, he tugs my pants down, tossing them beside me before dropping to his knees, apparently not giving a damn about the gravel.
Pushing my thighs wider, Graham admires the view of me spread out for him.
“Fuck, you have such a pretty pussy,” he rasps before diving in.
I moan as his tongue licks a hot path from my ass all the way to my clit, a groan reverberating from his chest as he does it again.
“Spread your legs a little more for me.”
Doing what he says, I pull myself up on my elbows, watching him and moaning as his pointed tongue circles my clit over and over before covering it with his lips and sucking.
Graham sinks a finger inside, and then another, while never letting up on the throbbing bud.
Every lick and every suck ignites an inferno inside of me.
Pleasure soars through every inch of my body, my chest heaving, head spinning, but it’s not enough.
“Graham, oh god,” I whimper. “I need more! Please!”
“What do you need?” he asks, voice dripping with lust as he peers up at me, his lips slick with my arousal. “Tell me what you need, Sunny.”
“Fuck me…” I breathe. “I need you to fuck me.”
He’s quiet for a beat, and then,” You’re sure?”
“I’m positive,” I moan, his fingers still thrusting in and out. “Please, Graham.”
Getting one more taste, Graham stands and shoves his sweats under his balls, stroking himself as he holds my gaze. Fuck, I forgot how big he is. “Is this what you need, Sunny?” A sexy smirk tugs on the corner of his mouth. “You need this dick inside your pretty pussy?”
Whimpering, I bite down on my bottom lip as I nod.
“Say it,” he growls. My cheeks heat, and when I don’t say anything, he continues. “I wanna hear how badly you want me to fuck you, Sunny, because the last I heard, this was against your rules. So, let’s hear it.”
How the hell does Graham make being considerate and wanting verbal consent so sexy?