Page 15 of Hot Touch (Love To The Rescue #3)

ELEVEN

NATHAN

“Hey.” My girl’s head popped into the bunk area of the firehouse, and my eyes widened.

“Hey! What are you—“ The words died on my tongue the moment she stepped in.

She was wearing a pretty, light blue sundress that reminded me of a dirty little milk maid, tied up at the top, making her luscious tits jiggle with every step she took. The thing reached her calves, but it was the slit that went above her knee that had my mouth running dry.

“Baby,” I murmured, and she smiled.

That’s when I noticed.

Not only was she dressed up for me in a demure but sexy-as-sin dress, she had makeup on her face, and her hair had been blown out in long straight stands falling over her shoulders. And in her hands in front of her was a tray or cupcakes.

Fucking cupcakes. I swallowed, trying not to let the emotion get the better of me. “What are you doing?”

“Happy birthday.” She smiled. “Happy birthday. I know you said you don’t like making a big deal of things but—“ She chewed on her bottom lip as the smile on her face started to die. “Did I mess up?”

“No.” I shook my head. For some fucking reason, I couldn’t get myself to move from my end of the room.

“Are you sure? Because you look like… like this wasn’t a good surprise. Or is it a bad time for me to?—“

“No,” I answered.

I finally snapped myself out of the frozen statue. My long legs ate up the space between us, and when I looked down at the pretty, obviously homemade treats, I had to blink away the tears that threatened. Fuck.

“Hey…” She set the cupcakes down on a bunk and pressed a hand to my chest. “What is it?” She had no idea. No clue that I’d never had anyone, not a parent or partner, not just bring me cupcakes but make them for me to celebrate my birthday.

“Nothing.” I cleared my throat. “You made these?”

“Is it that obvious?” Her nose scrunched. “I tried. I got the recipe from Jackie. Some of them look a little wonky but?—“

“I love them. They’re perfect, just like you.” And it wasn’t an empty throwaway compliment, either.

“Hardly,” she snorted and then blushed.

“Perfect for me in every way.” She blinked.

“Well, I guess it’s a good thing we’re both yours.” She winked. “You’re sweet.”

“Don’t go telling people here that.” I returned her wink. “I’m only sweet to you.” Her eyes said she thought I was full of shit, but it didn’t matter. Her thinking that worked in my favor. “You see the guys when you got here?” I asked, a frown growing on my face.

“Yeah.” She nodded. “They told me where to find you.”

“Did they…” I ran my tongue over my teeth as I checked her out.

She’d walked through the firehouse in this pretty little dress holding cupcakes. Fucking hell, I was going to have to kick all their asses.

“What’s that look?” she asked. I noticed how her little nipples started to harden and come to life below the soft-looking material of her baby-blue dress.

I shut the door to the bunkroom, and she gasped.

“What are—“ Alex didn’t say another word when I pressed her pretty, curvy body against the wall next to the door.

“Shh…” I groaned, my lips dropping to her temple then making their way to her neck. Fuck, she smelled so damn good. Like vanilla cupcakes. My mouth watered. “You taste so damn good.”

“Mmm… it’s the powdered sugar,” she moaned, the sound shooting through me. “I kinda… made a mess in the kitchen.” She panted as I nuzzled the spot I knew drove her wild.

“Daddy’s girl is so fucking sweet. But you fucked up, baby.”

“I did?” she mewled and then cried softly as I nipped at her skin.

“Showing up like this.” My free hand moved down to her thighs, right to the slit of the dress. Touching nothing but silky warm skin made my cock go to full mast. The tips of my fingers dipped under and up her sundress.

“Nathan,” she gasped.

“Dressed so pretty. Daddy’s girl wanted to tease me, didn’t she?”

“Nate.”

“No one’s ever made me cupcakes, baby girl. No one’s ever made me a cake.”

“I have one,” she squeaked, “waiting for you at home.

“Whose home?”

“Our home.” I loved hearing her call it that.

“Good girl. I think my sweetness deserves a reward.”

“But it’s your birthday, Daddy. You should be the one who gets spoiled,” she argued with a breathy whine of “Oh god.” When her head hit the wall, I tsked.

“Not god, baby girl. Just your man. Your daddy.” I peppered kissed down to her collarbone.

I was tempted to mark the fuck out of her, leaving little love bites all over her skin.

Fuck, even figuring out how to leave my initials in a hickey drove through me.

But I didn’t want those assholes downstairs to see a thing even if they were my best friends. My brothers.

“You know I love hearing you, but here, right now, you have to be nice and quiet for daddy. Or else I’m going to have to kill every motherfucker out there,” I groaned, and she whimpered. Her eyes hooded but locked with mine. Okay, Daddy, she mouthed. Precum leaked out of my cock.

It’d been four months since the day that fire brought us together.

I had no idea how four months could feel like a lifetime, but they did.

I couldn’t remember what my days used to be like without her in them. I might have not been completely clueless about what had been missing in my life, but now that I knew just how it felt to share your time with someone who saw you, who loved you for you, it was fucking incredible.

“Take me out,” I whispered against her ear.

“How about we both get a little spoiled today before we dive into those pretty cupcakes you baked for daddy?” She nodded, and her hands quickly got to work, undoing my belt and the top button of my navy-blue pants.

My cock sprung out and into her awaiting hand.

The whole daddy/little girl thing was fucking insane, too.

It was something we enjoyed behind closed doors that made me feel closer to her than I’d ever felt with someone else.

“Just like that,” I groaned. I shoved the skirt up and over her hips, growling at the sight of her bare. “Bare,” I grunted. My nose flared as I breathed in. Her scent was heavy in my lungs. “Is this something you hoped would happen, baby?”

“Daddy, yes, please,” she cried softly, almost breathlessly.

“Such a good girl for me,” I praised and picked her up. My sweets’ legs wrapped around my waist, and without waiting or checking, I slipped my cock inside of her sloppy wet hole. “Fuck!” I cursed. My heart felt like it was going to beat right out of my chest. “Love you, baby.”

“Love you, too,” she whispered. I leaned one hand against the wall to anchor us, her back pressed to it, her legs tight around me.

“Bite down,” I demanded, because I wasn’t kidding. I didn’t want to share my sweetness’ sounds with anyone. I put my palm between her lips. “Bite,” I strained through my teeth, and when she did as she was told, my hips started to work.

It was fast and hard.

Rough without a hint of gentleness. Feral and savage as my thick length worked in and out of her body.

Her pussy was so tight and wet all we could make out was the sounds of our bodies slapping and the gentle thumping against the drywall.

Her teeth sunk in deeper just as her pussy started to spasm around me, but I was a motherfucker of a daddy.

I didn’t stop. I made sure to angle my cock so that when I went in the deepest I could, my pelvic bone prolonged her orgasm, milking it as she pulsed around me and my release flooded into her.

“Shhh…” I roughly hushed. Shit. I couldn’t seem to stop coming.

The thought of filling her womb, breeding my baby girl and starting a family, tying her to me forever, filled my head.

Those thoughts had been overwhelming every moment of my days for the last month.

“You wanted this, didn’t you, dirty girl? ”

“Yes,” she gasped, holding on tight. “I wanted to make your birthday special.” Fuck me. My eyes shut tightly as I buried my face in the crook of her neck.

Jesus, this woman.

This woman was going to be the end of me. I licked and kissed the pulsating spot that was slowly calming down.

“You did, baby girl.” I pulled away and stared into those caramel eyes. “This is the best birthday I’ve ever had because of you,” I admitted and kissed her. “Love you,” I mumbled against her puffy lips.

“Love you, too,” she whispered back. Slowly, I set her down on the ground and kneeled in front of her. She looked at me questioningly.

“Open for me,” I ordered quietly before reaching for a handkerchief I had in my pocket.

One of my hands holding the skirt of her dress up at her soft stomach gave me a pretty view of her pussy. I leaned forward and kissed her belly before gently wiping away the mess I’d left behind that had started to dribble out.

“I could have done that,” she said quietly when I stood and leaned over her, resting my hand on the wall.

“But that’s what you have me for.” The smile she gave me made her look like she glowed from the inside out. Alex’s body melted against mine.

“I didn’t know it could be like this,” she said into my chest, and I breathed in deeply, exhaling slowly.

If I was honest, I hadn’t either.

I wasn’t talking about a hot quickie against a wall in the middle of the day but the whole finding your person thing. She was mine. Completely. I tipped her chin up and looked into her eyes. All the words, some flowery and pretty, lodged in my throat. I couldn’t get anything out but three.

“I love you.” My tone sounded deeper and rougher than I’d intended. Her eyes softened as her body pressed even closer.

“I love you, too,” he said before moving to the tips of her toes, both hands pressed on my chest as her lips found mine. It was a sweet but too swift kiss before she was pulling away. “We should go have everyone sing Happy Birthday before they get too suspicious about what we’re up to.”