10. Chapter 10
Chapter 10
Josh
A hand slams on my back.
“Think that spot is clean enough now,” Steve chuckles. I’ve been wiping the same rear light for fifteen minutes. My mind has been on Sheila, the boys and our situation all day. She hasn’t replied to any of my calls or messages. The concern that she might walk away from this has been festering in the pit of my stomach.
“Excuse me.” A voice that immediately causes my heart to beat faster interrupts the idle chitchat of the guys.
“Josh,” Aaron calls out. I don’t need to look to know that it’s Sheila. I take a deep breath and walk round the pump.
“Hey!” I greet her and drop my sponge into the bucket. She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear nervously. I just hope she’s not nervous because she’s getting ready to dump me.
“Josh—” she stops herself and peeks behind me. I turn and see the four guys who’ve been washing the appliances with me grinning at us. Cupping her elbow, I guide her to a door leading from the garage to the main building and away from prying eyes. My office is just down the corridor and we should be uninterrupted in there.
“Are the boys okay?” I just hope that finding out about me hasn’t caused too much drama in the teenagers’ lives. I get it, it can be tough at that age and the last thing you need is another grownup bossing you around.
“I wish I could say yes.” She steps up to me and grabs my T-shirt. She seems to need the closeness.
“Tell me what happened.” My hands slide comfortingly over her arms.
“Keiran is all on board with… us. Gregory seems to be okay too. His lashing out was more down to his frustration with me not letting him go, I guess. But—” She tries to hold back the tears.
“Hey.” I pull her into my arms until she’s leaning against me, with her face buried in my chest. She seems to relax but this causes the flood of tears to finally release. I have a suspicion that she’s been holding them in since yesterday. She always tries to be so strong for the boys. But I love that she feels comfortable to let go with me.
In between sniffling and sobbing, she tells me the whole story.
“He promised us he isn’t doing drugs, but I don’t know if I believe him and that’s what kills me. My boys are not liars, I’ve always trusted them.”
I don’t know what to say. My initial instinct is to reassure her that all is okay and then go and have a word with Gregory myself. But is that the right thing to do? Probably not.
“Tell me Sheila, do you want me to fix this or do you just want to vent? ”
She raises her head and our eyes meet.
“What do you mean?”
“Helping people and fixing things is in my nature, not just because I’m a firefighter. But I respect that this is your family, and the boys have Nicholas. I don’t want to step on anyone’s toes. If you just want to vent, I’m here for it sweetheart. I can listen. You just need to tell me what you need.”
“Vent, I guess. I mean how would you even start to fix it?”
“Not sure, but I’d find a way,” I mumble, pulling her closer.
“Josh I’m sorry I pushed you away.” Sheila looks up at me with teary eyes, her bottom lip trembling. I can see vulnerability in her gaze, the way she's desperately searching for something to hold onto. I reach out and brush a strand of hair from her cheek, my fingers lingering against her skin. Yes, it hurt yesterday when she just told me to leave and I wasn’t one hundred percent sure if she meant forever.
“I want to be here for you, angel… if you’ll let me.”
“I know, I think I get that now.” She sniffles again and wipes away a stray tear.
“Good.” I give her a reassuring smile before leaning in closer. My heart is pounding in my chest. Slowly, hesitantly, I close the remaining distance and press my lips against hers.
The kiss starts off soft and tentative, but quickly grows more passionate as our bodies respond to each other's touch. The world around us fades away as we lose ourselves in the heat of the moment .
I move my hands down Sheila's back, pulling her closer to me. She lets out a soft moan against my lips, sending shivers down my spine. The desire between us is undeniable and I can feel the tension building with each passing second.
Sheila breaks away from the kiss, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her eyes are dark with lust as she looks up at me, a silent plea in her gaze.
"Josh," she breathes my name, her voice filled with need. "Fuck me."
Those two simple words send a jolt of electricity through my body. Without a second thought I turn and lock the door. The office isn’t a great place for this and I’m breaking about a million protocols but I couldn’t care less. The familiar sounds of the fire station fade into the background.
My heart races in my chest as I turn to face Sheila. She stands before me, her eyes locked on mine. There's hunger in her gaze when she reaches up and begins to slowly undo the buttons of her shirt.
I watch as she reveals more and more of herself to me. I will never get tired of this sweet torture, of the moment before I can finally touch her. She lets the shirt slide off her shoulders and pool at her feet before reaching behind her to unclasp her bra.
My breath catches in my throat as she tosses the bra aside, leaving herself completely exposed to me. Her breasts are full and supple, begging for my touch. I run my hands over them, teasing her nipples until they harden.
Sheila moans softly as I continue to explore her body with eager hands. I reach down and undo my belt, pulling off my pants and underwear in one swift motion. I fist my hard cock and pump it a few times.
Sheila licks her lips in anticipation and reaches out to take over from me. The touch of her soft, warm fingers sends a shiver down my spine.
I let out a groan of pleasure as she begins to stroke me, her grip firm but gentle. I watch as she leans in and takes me into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head before sliding further down.
The sensation is incredible, overwhelming even. I run my hands through her hair and let out a string of curses as she bobs her head up and down, taking more of me into her mouth with each pass.
My legs are trembling as she continues to work her magic. The heat of her mouth combined with the suction is driving me insane with pleasure. I can feel myself getting closer to the edge.
Just when I think I can't take it anymore, Sheila releases me from her mouth and stands back up. Our eyes meet. Breathless and on the verge of losing control, I undo her fancy trousers and push them over her round hips. She steps out of them and I pray to all the gods that we don’t have an alarm call now.
I wrap her in my arms and lift her onto my desk.
Sheila lets out a gasp as I position myself at her entrance. Without breaking eye contact I slowly push forward until we're fully connected, joining us together. I’m suddenly aware of why it feels so amazing.
“Shit, condom,” I groan.
“That’s okay. I’m on the pill. Josh, I need you bare,” she sighs. I push deeper until I’m fully seated in her .
The feeling is indescribable; it's like finally finding your place in the world but better. We stay like that for a moment, savouring the closeness before beginning to move.
Our bodies rock together in a perfect rhythm. Every thrust brings us closer to the edge, pushing us further towards the abyss. I can feel Sheila's slick walls tightening around me which sets off a chain reaction in my body.
I reach down and tease her clit with my fingers, circling it with just the right amount of pressure. I put my mouth over hers to swallow her moans and not give us away to everyone else in the station.
Sheila digs her nails into my back as the tension builds to an unsustainable level. I can feel the familiar tingle at the end of my spine and I know I’m ready to snap at any moment. With one final thrust we topple over the edge and into oblivion.
The orgasms hits us like an explosion, erasing all rational thought and leaving only pure bliss in its wake. We cling to each other desperately as our bodies convulse with pleasure, riding out the aftershocks together.
As we come down from our euphoric high I gently pull out and hold Sheila in my arms. We stand there in silence for a few moments just enjoying the intimacy of our embrace.
"Thank you," she whispers against my chest, her voice filled with genuine gratitude.
I press a kiss to the top of her head and smile. "No need to thank me," I say softly. "I'm here for you, angel."
I yawn as I shuffle into the small station kitchen. It’s ten to midnight, time for my milk and biscuits. It’s become such a routine that my body knows it’s time to go to bed afterwards. We just got back from a gruesome car accident so we can all do with an easy night and I just hope there won’t be an alarm
“Hope you cleaned that desk, Josh,” Oakley sniggers as he joins me in the kitchen.
“What do you mean?” I ask innocently, but I know exactly what he means. Of course, the guys aren’t stupid and realised what Sheila and I were doing. It’ll be all round the station by tomorrow, but we’re gossips not grasses so I’m not worried about the bosses hearing about it.
“You keep your secrets. We’re all glad you finally made a move but please tell me you cleaned the desk.”
“Thoroughly, with anti-bac stuff,” I reply with a grin. Might as well be honest.
Oak is about to reply when my phone rings, Sheila’s name on the screen.
“Hey, angel,” I greet her and ignore Oakley miming a swoon.
“Josh, he’s gone.” She sounds distressed.
“Sheila, calm down. Tell me what happened.” Oak gives me a worried look.
“When I got home, Gregory was having an argument with Nicholas because he wanted to go to some party hosted by someone we’ve never met so we said no. Gee went to bed and Nicholas left”.
Not good, so not good.
“I went upstairs half an hour ago to try and have a chat if he’d still been up and his room’s empty. I’ve called his friend’s parents but none of them know where he is. One of the kids said that he has new friends from the local college, but that’s all he knew!”
“Sheila, listen to me. What do you know about the party?” I ask looking for clues.
“He… he said something about it being outdoors and that it had to be tonight because the weather forecast was good. Some rave in the woods or something.”
“Okay, let me call the police and see if they’ve had any noise complaints. The kids wouldn’t go that far into the woods if they have to carry music equipment and stuff, and you know the people around here. Any noise after sunset will be reported. Stay put and I’ll call you back. Have you told Nicholas?”
“No, I’ll call him now,” she whispers.
“Okay, do that, and I’ll call you back as soon as I know something,” I promise and I just hope I’m not promising too much. Fellside is small, but surrounded by woods so they could be anywhere.
“He might be on the way home,” Oakley replies calmly. He’s right, fuck, I let myself get sucked into Sheila’s panic. There’s no reason to assume that he’s in any danger. He might just be getting drunk or high at a party. Not great, but not necessarily dangerous.
My firefighter brain tells me that and my rational thinking agrees, but my gut feeling is that we need to find him.