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Five Years Later

Chloe

“Have a good day at school, Cameron,” I say, ruffling my four year old son’s dark hair. He’s the spitting image of his father, and my heart swells every time I look at him. “I’ll be here to pick you up after.”

“Okay, Mommy!” Cameron says brightly, opening his arms for a hug.

I lean down, wrapping my arms around him. After a few seconds, I kiss his cheek. Cameron responds with a laugh before taking off into the building, excited to see his friends and teacher. I stand there, watching him until he gets inside, before I turn and walk back to my car.

When Dax and I met on my first and only day working at the coffee shop, I never imagined that I’d be here. The fact that he even wanted to talk to me was surprising enough. After he stopped me from moving to the city, my life completely changed.

Immediately, Dax suggested I leave the Children’s Group Home and quit my coffee shop job, citing wanting to keep me all to himself as the main reason.

I couldn’t complain, considering I’d only taken the job to get closer to him.

Now, I make his coffee exactly how he likes it with the fancy espresso machine he bought the day after I moved in.

I was never bored as a stay-at-home girlfriend then wife.

As it turns out, Dax wasn’t kidding about liking that I watched him.

We even made a game of my keeping tabs on him while he’s at the station – I observe him from whatever vantage points I can, and he tries to catch me.

And, when we aren’t playing our game, I’m volunteering there.

As it turns out, there’s quite a bit of work that needs done around the fire station, and the firefighters are always happy to have a little help.

As I take a turn onto the street where the station is located, I glance into the backseat to make sure the food I’ve packed is still upright.

Today, in addition to the giant crock pots full of pot roast, I made breakfast, too.

Truthfully, it’s a distraction for Dax’s coworkers.

If I can manage it, I’d love to get a minute alone with him.

He had to leave earlier than usual this morning, and having him gone so soon has left me unsatisfied.

When I pull into the parking lot, Dax and several of his coworkers are standing there waiting for me.

I barely come to a stop before they’re swarming my car, opening the back door, and carrying the meals into the station.

I go there so often that my arrivals are anticipated, and they have their set-up process down to a science.

“Chloe, did you pack breakfast ?!” one of the guys asks me as I get out of the car. He peeks into the pan he’s holding and whistles, saying, “I’ll be damned. You did. I thought this was bacon.”

“I just wanted to make sure our local heroes were well fed,” I say without looking at him a second time, walking directly to Dax instead. He wraps his arms around me, and I lean into his touch. “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too,” he tells me, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “Let’s get inside, there’s something I want to show you.”

“Oh?” I say, picking up on the teasing tone in his voice.

I think he might be after the same thing I am.

Dax pulls me past the communal kitchen where the rest of the firefighters are digging into their breakfast. I can’t help but giggle at how insistent he is, tugging me along like he just can’t wait.

Maybe he can’t. The station alarm could ring at any minute and then he’d have to drop whatever he’s doing to take care of the call.

I’m yanked into the sleeping quarters, and I make sure to close the door behind us. It doesn’t lock, but I have a feeling the rest of the guys will be too occupied with their meal to bother checking on us. As soon as the door shuts, Dax’s mouth is on mine.

He kisses me wildly and hungrily, and I respond with equal enthusiasm. With my arms draped around his neck, I press my body against his. He’s already starting to get hard, and I feel a thrill running through me.

“I’ve been thinking about you since I left the house this morning,” he admits when we part. “You looked so good asleep in bed that I almost took you right there.”

I let out a satisfied hum as I say, “It sounds like you need to make up for lost time, then.”

“I do,” he agrees as he kisses me again, shoving down my pants.

Without breaking our contact, I kick off my bottoms and shoes. Then I go for Dax’s belt buckle. I feel him smirk into my mouth before he reaches down to help me. As soon as I feel the flesh of his member against my hand, I pull back and look down at him.

Every part of him is gorgeous, and that includes his cock. The first time I saw it, I was entranced. I still get the same thrill every time I see it. Even though I know we don’t have much time, I still take a few seconds to stroke him, loving the way he groans in response to my ministrations.

“Chloe, sweetheart,” he moans, kissing me hard to bring my attention back to him. “Let’s get on my cot. We need to be fast.”

“I know, I know,” I say, reluctantly dropping him. “I just couldn’t help it.”

“God, I get it,” he says as he pushes me down on the mattress, lifting up my legs to start to position me. “I wish I could take my time with you.”

“You can take your time with me when you get back tomorrow,” I promise, gasping as he spreads my legs apart.

“Oh, I will,” he says, running his finger through my soaking wet folds. “You’re already wet for me, aren’t you?”

“I’ve been thinking about you all morning, too,” I admit, sucking in a breath as he circles his fingers around my clit. “Was hoping that you’d drag me in here.”

“That’s why you brought all that food, isn’t it?” Das chuckles as he lines his cock up with my opening. “You wanted to keep them all occupied so we could spend time alone.”

“Guilty,” I admit, letting out a high pitched moan as he pushes inside.

Even though we’ve had sex more times than anyone could count, the way his cock stretches me still leaves me breathless. Dax knows this, too. So, he rocks in and out of me slowly. My heart swells as he gives me time to adjust even though he knows we have to be fast.

“Okay,” I whine, bucking up against him. “Please, Dax.”

He chuckles, but doesn’t say anything in response. Instead, he starts drilling into me. I swallow down a loud moan at the intensity of his thrusts. This is far from the first time we’ve had a quickie in the sleeping quarters, but his ruthlessness takes me by surprise every time.

I don’t think Dax is ever going to stop surprising me.

“You’re so wet for me,” he remarks as he holds himself up on one elbow. “You wanted me so badly, didn’t you?”

“I did,” I whimper, shocks of pleasure radiating through my body when he starts rubbing my clit. “Needed you, Dax. Thought I was going to go crazy without you.”

“Me too,” he groans, focusing on the tight circles he’s rubbing against the bundle of nerves. “Need you all the time, Chloe. If I could lock you away and spend all day fucking you like this, I would.”

“Please,” I whine as I grip onto the fabric of his Blackwood Falls Fire Department shirt.

With a growl, he leans down to nip at my neck. He feels incredible inside me, and the fact that anyone could walk into this room and see us only heightens the experience. The first ripples of my impending orgasm shoot through me.

My eyes roll back in my head as he continues to fuck me. With a slight change in the angle of his hips, he begins targeting my g-spot. That, along with the way he’s stimulating my clit drives me closer to the edge. Noises escape my mouth without my permission with each one of his thrusts.

“I can tell you’re feeling good, sweetheart,” he says, his breath hot against my neck. “You sound so good like this. It drives me crazy knowing that you’re forcing yourself to stay quiet. I’m sure the guys would love to hear you, but you’re all mine. Aren’t you?”

“Yours,” I whine, trying to pull him even closer to me. “I’m yours, Dax. Only yours.”

“That’s right,” he growls, lifting himself up. “You’re all mine. This pussy is mine, and you are mine.”

To punctuate his statement, he kisses me hard. I can barely keep up with him, his tongue exploring my mouth. Weakly, I roll my hips up against his, pushing myself closer and closer to the edge.

“Dax,” I whine against his lips, wanting to warn him that I’m getting close.

He shuts me up with another kiss. I’m well aware of the fact that he knows my body just as well as I know it. Right now, he’s chasing his own orgasm, timing it so we’ll take the plunge together.

I put all of my energy into kissing him back. I move one of my hands up his back, scraping my nails against the short hairs on the nape of his neck. My hips are moving without my permission, meeting each one of his thrusts and subsequently driving both of us closer to our climaxes.

“Shit,” he curses, pulling away from me to gaze into my eyes.

I get lost in the honey brown of his irises.

Even though he’s right above me, fucking me and bringing me dangerously close to orgasm, I still have a hard time believing this is real.

His body is solid, though. The touch of his hand on my most private parts is impossible to write off as imagination.

And his cock? That’s real. That’s anchoring me to this moment.

“Give it to me, Dax,” I beg, feeling like I’m on the brink of losing my mind. “I need you. I need it. Please. Please. Cum in me.”

“You want my cum, Chloe?” he asks, fucking me even harder. His orgasm is just as imminent as mine. “Is that what you want?”

“Please,” I whine, my grip on him tightening. “I’m about to cum. Wanna cum with you.”

“Yeah?” he says. “You wanna cum with me? Then go ahead. I’m right there. Your sweet pussy will get me there.”

It’s almost like his words flip a switch inside of me. My pussy clenches around him, and my orgasm washes over me. Dax’s name falls from my lips as waves of white-hot pleasure wash over me.

Just like he said, my body’s reaction to my climax milks his own out of him. He groans, connecting our mouths again to muffle the sound. His thrusts continue, steady and unrelenting as he pumps me full of his seed.

My head spins with the energy of our combined releases. I feel like I’m floating, being carried away from the stress of the world on a cloud of pleasure. If it weren’t for Dax continuing to kiss me over and over again, it would be easy to slip away from reality.

“I love you so much,” I sigh, wishing this moment would last forever.

“I love you too, Chloe,” he says, slowly pulling out of me. I can tell that he doesn’t want this to end either. “I’m so glad I found you.”

“Me too,” I reply, watching with a twinge of sadness as he tucks himself back into his pants. “You’ll be back home tomorrow morning, right?”

“I will,” he confirms, finding my pants and shoes. As he helps me put them on, he says, “But I wouldn’t complain if you and Cameron came to visit me tonight. I’m sure the guys would love to thank you for your cooking.”

“I didn’t really break my back over it,” I say. “But I’ll take the compliment.”

“That’s my girl,” he replies as he helps me to my feet. “You know, before you came along, we were living on frozen meals and instant–”

At that moment, the station alarm blares. I jump. Even though I’ve heard it regularly for five years, I’ve never gotten used to it. Dax, however, springs into action. He gives me an apologetic look before pressing a quick kiss to my lips.

“I’ll see you later!” he says as he runs out of the room.

I stand in place for a moment, grinning to myself.

Not only is my husband perfect for me, he’s a hero, too.

Once I hear the fire engine leave, I head down the stairs to clean up the mess the men were forced to leave.

And, if there’s still enough left, I might make myself a plate, too.

Dax really knows how to make me work up an appetite.