Chapter 15
MAC
Georgia spent forty-five minutes in the bathroom. I knew because I watched the clock. If I hadn’t heard a hair dryer go on, I’d have wondered if she had stomach problems. I might have been single, but I knew better than to question what a woman did in the bathroom. But forty-five minutes?
When I heard the front door close behind her, I finally, FINALLY, slept for a few more hours. Stirring, I grabbed my cell from the charger on the nightstand. I had a shit ton of texts and messages. Dropping back onto the side of the bed, I started to scroll through them.
Theo texted first thing, probably right after he got to the clinic and his office manager, Verna, filled him in on all the local gossip.
Heard about the calendar. If you’re going to be a cover model, you might need to start waxing now. I’ve heard that shit is painful. No one likes to see a hairy bikini line.
“What the fuck?” I said aloud, scratching my balls through my boxers. Why the fuck would I need to wax anything? My hand slid up and over my chest. So I had some hair, but I wasn’t Sasquatch. No woman yet had run away screaming or tried to French braid it. “Asshole.”
Delete.
The next was from Smutters. He was the captain on C shift.
While I couldn’t fault Pete on his skill as a firefighter or paramedic, the guy had the biggest chip on his shoulder.
Sure, he was considered handsome by the ladies and–per him–didn’t lack for bed partners, he was annoying as fuck.
The only ladder he could climb at the station was one in a fire, not from captain to chief.
That was my job. I didn’t plan to go anywhere but I knew if given a chance, he’d be putting in for it.
“Asshole,” I said again. What did he want now?
Meeting w Georgia to talk about the calendar and who should be on the front. Got anything you want me to add?
I pictured the two of them together. Pretty boy Smutters sitting across from Georgia having a cup of coffee. He might talk with her about the fundraiser, but he wanted in her pants. She was, to him, fresh pussy.
“Not fucking happening,” I growled, feeling very possessive.
I scrolled down and saw he texted again a few minutes later when I didn’t respond.
Didn’t think so. Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of her.
I clenched my teeth and was ready to throw my phone against the wall.
He thought he was getting the calendar cover over me!
Not that I wanted it, hell no, but there was no fucking way Smutters was representing HVFD on the front.
I could handle Smutters. Always had. But him and Georgia?
That was next level shit. Him taking good care of her by bringing her back to the garage apartment?
No fucking way. I’d have to burn the mattress at the next training.
The next text was from Dad.
Take the loaf of garlic bread out of the freezer to thaw.
That shouldn’t have riled me up, but it did. We usually ate garlic toast, just slices of sandwich bread with butter and garlic and seasonings. Never a fancy loaf. Except Georgia was coming for dinner. I’d have to see her and wonder if she got it on with Smutters and wished it was me.
Fuck, my dick got hard thinking about being with her again over the garage. That big bed. Her in just the purple lace. The vibrator. Reaching into my boxers, I gripped my dick, gave it a pump.
That was the last of the texts but there was one voicemail. I hit play.
Hey Mac, it’s Mallory. Just wanted you to know that Andy just told the class his new mother is coming over for dinner. I… um, didn’t know you were dating anyone, but congrats. I’m sure I’ll see you and this mystery woman around.
“Fuck!” I shouted.
Special bread. Smutters, the not-so-subtle man slut. Andy and his new mom obsession. Me with my hand around my dick. Hot water heater pilot light. All of that had one thing in common.
Georgia. Georgia. GEORGIA!