DREW

My mind has been going fucking crazy since Charlee texted me earlier asking if she could drop by the station to talk. Of course, the first thing I thought about was dragging her to my bunk which goes against the whole not having sex plan. So instead, I’m meeting her out front where at all times we’ll have the possibility of witnesses. Speaking of my hot wife, my phone just beeped with an incoming text from her.

Charlee: I just parked.

Me: Be right out.

“I’ll be out in the bay if you guys need me. Charlee needs to talk to me real quick.”

“Just keep your splooge away from my turnouts,” Warren quips.

“Tell the missus I said hello,” Todd adds.

I shake my head. “Real funny, assholes.”

I open one of the garage doors and wait as it rolls to a stop. I shield my eyes when the sun reflects off the truck straight into my eyeballs. Once the spots have cleared, I get a beautiful glimpse of Charlee’s tanned, toned legs walking toward me.

She smiles. “Hey there, Big Guy.”

I fight the urge to pull her into my arms. “Hey there, Tiny Dancer.”

Charlee waves her hand between the two engines parked in the bay. “I’ve always wanted to ride in one of these things.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Well, mainly I just wanted to play with the lights and sirens.” She eyes the firehose attached to the side of the truck. “And maybe that big hose.”

“The hose, huh?” I wink. “You wanna hold it?”

Charlee laughs. “I bet you say that to all the girls.”

“Nah. Only the ones that I’m married to.”

She taps the tip of my nose with her index finger. “Smooth, Summers.”

I open one of the doors and pat the seat. “Climb on up.”

“Really?” She starts bouncing on her feet in excitement.

Fuck, she’s adorable. “Go for it.”

I give her a little boost as she steps into the driver’s side of the truck. I may or may not purposely graze her ass in the process.

Charlee looks down at me over her shoulder. “If you wanted to grab my ass, Drew, there’s no need to be so sneaky about it.”

I spread my arms and lean against the doorframe. I don’t miss the way her eyes automatically land on my biceps. “Is that so?”

She makes a show of stretching her body, leaning between the two front seats to look behind them. In the process, said ass taunts me in little cutoff denim shorts. My hands tighten into fists to avoid grabbing those luscious round cheeks.

You’re no fun, my dick says.

Stay out of this, I scold. You’ve gotten us into enough trouble with this girl.

“What’d you want to talk about, Charlee?”

She runs her finger over my turnout coat, tracing the name patch. We keep our protective gear in the truck so we can put it on at a moment’s notice. “You drive this thing?”

“That’s usually what the driver engineer does,” I say and wink.

“This is hot. Can I try it on?”

I groan. I literally cannot tell you how many fantasies I’ve had with Charlee wearing nothing but that coat. “Sure. But it might be easier if you step out of the truck.”

She hops out of the truck and looks up at me expectantly. I reach over her head, pull the coat off the back of the seat, and wrap it around her shoulders.

Charlee threads her arms through the sleeves and holds them out in a T-position. “Damn, this thing is heavy.”

How is it possible for someone to look so cute and so unbelievably sexy at the same time? The black and yellow reflective coat practically swallows her small frame. Only the lower half of her legs are visible but my dick is acting like she’s buck naked.

You could make the nakedness happen, he suggests.

Ignoring the persistent asshole in my pants, I nod to my pack on the floor. “That thing adds about another fifty pounds.”

“I guess it’s a good thing you’re built like the Hulk then, huh?”

“I wouldn’t go quite that far but strength training definitely helps me in the field.” I wiggle my eyebrows. “You said you wanted to talk to me about something?”

“Right.” She steps onto the running board and faces me. At this height, we’re almost eye-to-eye. “I’ve been doing some thinking about you and me.”

I finger the collar of my coat, brushing against her delicate neck. “What about you and me?”

Charlee leans into my hand. “I think we should try dating.”

I bark out a laugh. “Aren’t we a little past that point, honey?”

“Not really,” she shrugs. “Considering we never actually dated prior to getting married, I think this is perfectly reasonable.”

I link my fingers behind her back. I can’t seem to help myself and Charlee isn’t protesting in the least. “It’s not like we haven’t spent time together. We met last fall. It’s been like, ten months.”

“True.” She lifts her hand and combs her fingers through the perennial scruff on my jaw. “But until Vegas, we’ve never spent any time alone together. We don’t know much about each other.”

I nuzzle my nose into her neck. Fuck, why does she have to smell so good? Right now, she’s wearing some fruity lotion—coconut, I think. The scent is faint, but it’s intoxicating nonetheless. And when she came over right after work the other night, she smelled like garlic and red sauce which wouldn’t normally be so appealing on a person, but with her, I wanted to lick and nibble her entire body. Which I may have done when she declared that she wanted to take a shower before we filled out the annulment forms. Which now that I think about it, is probably why we never got around to doing so.

I brush her long hair aside and place my cheek against hers. “I know that I’ve never had more fun outside of the bedroom than I do with you. Or in the bedroom for that matter.”

Charlee shivers. “Drew...”

I kiss right below her ear. “I know that whenever I place my lips right here, you gasp.”

And on cue, she does just that.

My hands slip under the thin tank top she’s wearing and glide up her sides, before palming her full tits. “I know that your pussy gets wet every time I touch you here.” My thumbs brush over her nipples. “Your clit pulses when I move over here.”

She moans.

After swiping my thumbs over her nipples a few more times, my hands slides down the center of her abdomen until I reach the waistband of her shorts. “And I know that if I unbuttoned these, I would find your sexy-as-fuck piercing and I would play with it until you screamed my name.”

“Drew,” she repeats. “Kiss me.”

“With pleasure, honey.”

I don’t waste any time before branding her with my mouth. Our hands roam as our tongues duel. I didn’t think my cock could possibly get any harder but when she starts rubbing me through my pants, the horny bastard proves me wrong yet again. I’m seconds away from pulling off her shorts and taking her up against this truck when the hum of an engine approaches the station.

I break away from her. “Shit. Someone’s coming.”

“Someone was about to,” she grumbles. “So much for that idea.”

I wink. “Raincheck.”

Charlee removes my coat and I adjust my boner right before the car becomes visible. Motherfuck.

“Is that your sister?”

“Yep.”

Devyn spots us inside the garage and gives me a curious look as she exits her vehicle. “Hey, Charlee. Fancy seeing you here.”

Charlee jumps off the truck. “Hey, Devyn.”

“Whatcha guys doin’?” Devyn asks with a knowing grin.

Charlee’s eyes widen. “Uh, thanks for the...tour, Drew. But I’ve gotta get going. Devyn, I’ll give you a call later to finalize the catering stuff for the wedding.”

Devyn looks at Charlee and then me and over to Charlee again. “Sure, Charlee. I’ll talk to you later.”

My sister waits until Charlee hops into her car and drives away. “What did I just walk in on, Drew?”

“Nothing.”

She rolls her eyes. “Let’s try again. Why was Charlee here in the first place? Is it the same reason she was at your house cooking you breakfast the other day?”

“Aren’t you supposed to be working right now?”

“I took a long lunch so I could swing by here and talk to you.” She puts her hands on her hips and breaks out the mom voice. “Now, quit trying to change the subject and tell me what’s going on between you and Charlee.”

I sit on the rear bumper of the engine. “Honestly? I have no fucking clue.”

She takes a seat next to me. “Talk to me, Drew.”

“What did Riley tell you?”

She shrugs. “Not much. Just that he and Brody came by your place to pick you up for golf. When they got there, you were clearly in the middle of something with a woman. And since you were being so cagey, he was 99.9% sure that woman was Brody’s sister.”

“Fuck.”

“He would never say a word to anyone but me, Drew. He doesn’t like it, but he knows better. I think he was hoping I could talk some sense into you before Brody figures it out.”

I rest my head against the back of the truck. “I don’t think that’s possible, Dev. This shit is way deeper than you’re thinking.”

“What do you mean?”

I turn my head to face her. “I like her. I really like her and for the first time ever, I can imagine being with someone for the long haul. I’ve felt this way for months now, but after Vegas, it’s been much harder to hide.”

“What happened in Vegas?”

I shake my head. “I can’t tell you.”

“Oh, c’mon, Drew. I promise I won’t say anything.”

“Not even to Riley?” I challenge.

She bites her lip. “Not even to Riley. I swear. You know I don’t like keeping things from him but I can see this is important to you and it’s not my story to tell.”

“We got hitched.”

Devyn’s eyes widen. “Holy shit.”

I smirk. One thing you need to know about my sister is that she rarely swears. If a four-letter word drops out of her mouth, you know it’s serious.

“Yeah, that sentiment seems to be going around.”

She stands and starts pacing. “How do you feel? How does Charlee feel? What does this mean? What are you going to do? What are you going to say to Brody? This is huge, Drew! I can’t believe you’re freaking married!”

“Slow your roll, Devyn.” I get up and hold her shoulders to prevent her from moving. “Calm the hell down; you look like you’re about to pass out. Jesus, even I haven’t gotten this worked up about it.”

“How can you be so calm?” she gasps. “Oh my God, you want to be married! Don’t you?”

“I don’t know,” I shrug. “Maybe. I mean, it’s not the worst idea in the world.”

She slams her hand over her mouth and just stares at me.

“Nothing more to say about that, huh?” I tease.

Her arm drops to her side. “Seriously, Drew. What are you doing about this?”

I gesture for her to take a walk around the perimeter of the station. Her nervous energy is really getting to me so hopefully, this will help burn it off.

“We’re getting the marriage annulled. Beyond that, I don’t know.”

“What do you want?”

“In a perfect world, Brody would be chill about this whole thing then Charlee and I could take some time to see where this goes.”

“So you want to be with her? In a monogamous relationship?”

“Yeah, and she feels the same. But I don’t know how to make it work. I don’t want to fuck things up with Brody. But I can’t seem to stay away from Charlee either.”

Devyn gives me a sad smile. “You have to tell him, Drew. The longer you keep this from him, the more upset he’s going to be. Maybe you don’t need to mention the wedding since that’ll be voided, but if you have any chance of making a relationship with Charlee work, you can’t hide it.”

“You’re probably right,” I say as I pull her into a side hug. “So, what the hell do I do next, smarty pants?”

“I wish I knew.”

Yeah, me too, Dev. Me too.