Page 14 of Redwood Blaze (Black Timber Peak Hotshots #1)
MILLIE
Six Weeks Later
I step out of the bathroom, my gold bikini making my boyfriend’s mouth drop open the size of an orange.
“I take it that you like it.”
He just nods with his mouth still open.
That’s good because this will be the last time I’m able to wear it.
I laugh and he wraps me in his arms, his bare chest against my barely cladded one causing a chill to tingle through me. I remember to last night…
The warm water cascaded over my skin, the steam enveloping us in a cocoon of intimacy.
Callum's hands gripped tightly on my hips, his touch gentle yet firm as he guided me under the spray of the shower.
The sound of the water blended with the rhythm of our breathing in the confined space of the hotel room bathroom.
I leaned back against Callum’s chest, feeling the heat of his body against my own. His lips trailed soft kisses along my neck, igniting a fire deep within my core. Every touch, every caress, sent shivers of pleasure down my spine, making my heart race with anticipation.
As Callum's hands explored my body with a reverence that spoke of his love and longing, I closed my eyes and let myself surrender to the moment. A surge of emotion welled up inside of me, a mixture of love, desire, and vulnerability that threatened to consume me entirely.
In that moment, there was no past and no future.
Only the present. Only the two of us, wrapped in a world of heat and sensations.
Callum’s fingers traced the curve of my waist, and I couldn't help but let out a soft gasp, her breath hitching in her throat when they continued down, down, down.
I reached up, my hands finding the back of his neck, my fingers playing with the damp tendrils of his hair.
I turned in his arms, my eyes meeting his. Being with him is such a mixture of uncertainty and longing, wondering if this is just a dream and will I wake up and all of it will be gone.
But as the steam from the shower swirled around us, adding a dreamlike quality to the moment. I could feel the heat of his body against mine, a stark contrast to the cool droplets of water that still clung to my skin.
As we stood there, in the intimate embrace, my mind raced with conflicting emotions.
There is something about him, something that makes my walls crumble in his presence.
Something that made me stronger when I thought I’d be weaker with him, allowing him to take charge, but I wasn’t.
I felt more alive, more centered, and more… me… with him.
His fingers dipped between my legs and sent a jolt of electricity through my core, making my heart race and my breath catch. His grip tightened, holding me in place.
The intensity of his gaze burned into me, searching for something I wasn’t sure I was ready to surrender.
There was a vulnerability in his eyes that pulled me into him.
A tiny flicker of something unspoken passed between us.
It was as though an invisible thread connected our bodies, drawing them closer in a dance of yearning.
My heart raced, the sound reverberating in my ears like a distant echo. I could feel the warmth of Callum's palm and his fingers separating my folds, his thumb rounding my clit as he so slowly tortured me in the greatest way.
In the charged moment, time seemed to slow to a crawl as we stood on the edge of a precipice, teetering between the familiar comfort of restraint and the unknown thrill of crossing boundaries.
The weight of their unspoken truths hung heavy in the air, a silent symphony of emotions playing out in the space between them.
With a trembling breath, I closed the final gap, my mouth covering his. His fingers drove deeper. His tongue twisting with mine. The pace double-timing in an urgency that seemed to steamroller over us.
I gasped as heat rushed where he was expertly playing my body like a Stratovarius violin. The peak came on me so suddenly, my body putty in his hands.
And as I came down, he spun me and lifted me to slide his thick cock inside of me.
My hands pressed into the cold tile of the 4-star Honolulu hotel shower.
He pulled out to the tip and slipped back in so slowly so I could feel every ridge.
I rose to my tiptoes and then met his next thrust, sliding down his cock.
“Fuck, Millie.”
My breath hitched as he said my name, a guttural whisper that sent shivers cascading down my spine.
The water from the showerhead pounded against his back, steam billowing around us like a fog, making the small space our own secluded world.
I could feel every inch of him, the hard muscles of his chest pressing against my back, his hands gripping my hips with a desperate need.
His teeth nipping at my skin, sending shivers down my spine.
The room filled with the sound of our bodies meeting over and over, a symphony of need and passion.
The pressure built within me, a coiling tension that begged for release. His hands, strong and sure, gripped my hips, anchoring me to him. There was only the dance of give and take, the push and pull, the exquisite friction that threatened to devour me.
His breath hitched, a low groan rumbling from his chest. His body tensed, his fingers digging into my flesh. My own breath came in short gasps, my body trembling with anticipation. The sensation was too much.
Too intense.
Too perfect.
I screamed out his name and he planted deep while my body racked with bodyquakes and his cock unloaded everything into me.
But that wasn’t the first time that we’d taken the chance of creating a life. And the first one in that cabin six weeks ago. Apparently we hit my cycle just right.
And possibly wrong.
And now I’m standing in front of him in the bikini that will probably not fit again, but I’m okay with that. Callum insisted we vacation earlier rather than later because in his words, “After the shit we’ve been through, we need it!”
He isn’t wrong. And now I’m cautiously optimistic that he’ll be okay with this news. Let’s be real, I’ve thrown a lot at him in the last two months, the guy might be at his breaking point for crazy shit.
I touch my stomach, worry circling my mind, but no matter what I’ll be fine.
I know I will.
There’s a knock at the door and he smiles as he backs toward the door.
“Who is it?” I call out and no one answers.
When he opens the door, I’m the one with a gaping mouth.
“Blake?! How? What?”
Blake nods next to him. “This guy. He thought we both needed a vacation, so I said yes when he called.”
The bandage on his head still relays the story of what Gideon had done to him. Gideon Batenhorst was going away for decades . Attempted murder is no joke.
“Are you still with Diamond Ridge Hotshots?” I ask, giving him a huge hug.
He shakes his head. “They let me go. So I’m looking for a job and Callum tells me that you’re looking for some new Firehawks.”
“He’s not wrong. Is that something you’d be interested in?”
“Well, I don’t think I can stay away from the forest. It… It calls to me, Mill.”
“I know that feeling.”
“We can talk about it later.” He lifts his beach bag over his shoulder. “I’ll meet you guys down at the beach. I reserved a cabana for us.”
“You didn’t have to do that.”
“Are you kidding? I’d do anything for you, Supe Archer.”
Seems like a theme.
He backs out of the room and walks down the hallway.
“That was a nice surprise,” I say running my hands over Callum’s rock-hard abs. I could go lower… but I won’t. “And now I have a surprise for you.”
“As much as I’d love to hop back in that bed and kiss every inch of you. We really should probably go to the beach and you can catch up with Blake, baby.” He starts putting sunscreen and hats into our canvas bag.
“No… Callum, I’m pregnant.”
He freezes with his hand half in the bag. Only his head turns to me. “Pregnant?”
“Like six weeks. I… I didn’t know how to tell you and we haven’t talked about?—”
He throws the bag onto the bed and his arms are around me in seconds, lifting me and spinning me.
“God, Millie, I have everything I’ve ever wanted.
And I guess you can have everything, too.
” He sets me to my feet and reaches back to the bag and pulled out a silver box.
“I love you, Millie. I loved you from the day you walked into Black Timber Peak Hotshots HQ and I’ll love into forever and beyond. ”
“Wow.”
“Will you make me the happiest man on earth and marry me?”
“On one condition…”
His brow furrows. “What’s that?”
“That we get married on Black Timber Peak Mountain.”
“Anything you want, baby. Anything you want.”
“Yes, I’ll marry you, Callum Phoenix.”
He slips the ring on my finger and then his lips slid onto mine, a slow and cementing kiss.
I’m finally fine, forever.
Sealed with a kiss.
We might fight blazes, but this is one fire that will never ever burn out.
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