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Story: Rejected Pretend Mate (Honeyville Firefighter Shifters #6)
I tried to adjust myself in my chair, but nothing seemed to help with the throbbing in my clit. I felt like I was fifteen again, unable to calm my damn hormones even though I masturbated. It was bad, and it came with a vengeance this time.
I looked back at the paperwork in front of me, trying to stay focused. It was hard, though. The silence gave my mind plenty of room to travel to last night and the night we slept together. We hadn't done anything last night, but I loved the way Weslie helped me up the stairs and how he was so gentle with me.
My mind went to the night we slept together. I kept hearing Weslie softly, grunting with each thrust, and how his lips traveled over my body.
"Fuck," I mumbled to myself, rubbing my eyes. This was bad. This was so damn bad. I couldn't have him occupying my mind like this.
I figured if we did it once, I would be able to move on, but my mind continued to replay that night over and over in my head. And I wanted him more. The need had grown from a small fire to a blazing one ready to ignore an entire house.
I leaned back, looking away from the paper, when a thought hit me. This was a new feeling for me. I had never had a want for sex like this when I was with Ivan. Sure, we slept together, but it was never like this. I didn't feel the urge to seek him out and jump his bones.
It took me a lot of self-control to calm down when Weslie walked into the kitchen this morning. I found myself staring at him more, imagining all the things I would love for him to do to me. It was a good thing I had work. I might have asked. I might have done something.
Jesus, April. Get your head out of the gutter. You're at work.
I glanced at the time, seeing it was close to lunch, I had accomplished nothing. I needed to get my head on straight, but I needed to get moving around first. A walk around the school would help with that. Some fresh air, and when I got back to my desk, I would focus.
I got up and knocked on Rebecca's door. I pulled it open, finding her staring at some papers. Her eyes snapped up at me, and she raised an eyebrow.
"Hey, I'm going to go stretch my legs. Do you need anything? It's about lunchtime."
Rebecca shook her head. "No, I'm okay. I have to get through this budget report. Oh wait, are you going to stop by the teacher's lounge? I could use some snacks. I get the munchies when I work."
"I can grab something out of the vending machine on my way back. I'm gonna walk around and stretch my legs a little."
She shook her head. "No, it's Willow's birthday. They should have cupcakes. Just snag me one."
I waved her goodbye and headed out of the office into the hallway. The hallways were quiet, but you could hear the teachers talking even through all the shut doors.
I roamed, trying to keep my mind on other things. I tried to make a to-do list for when I got back: We have a meeting coming up, and I need to print the details. I need to move on to the budget for next year, which Rebecca wanted me to look over. The calendar needed a little updating since some of the teachers needed substitutes.
I walked down another hallway, finding the science wing of the high school. I could take the door outside and round the school. I continued down the hall until I could smell smoke. I paused, turned around, and scanned the space once more. I continued to sniff as I retraced my steps.
I knew it was pretty common in the science wing to smell different scents. The first day, Rebecca brought me down this hallway. It smelled of chemicals, and she explained that some of the classes were doing chemistry today.
But the hairs on the back of my neck stood up, and I knew something wasn't right. It was too strong of a scent to be nothing to be concerned about.
I paused in front of the door and peered into the classroom. I could see some students sitting at a desk, but I couldn't see a teacher. I grabbed the door and turned it, pulling it open.
The space that had been whispering went utterly silent. I scanned the room and frowned. "Where is your teacher?" I asked, not spotting one.
Before anyone answered, a large flame jumped up in the corner where a group of boys were sitting. They all stumbled backward out of their chairs as something on the table bloomed with flames.
The class erupted in screams, and the boys moved quickly, rushing towards the door. I quickly scanned the room for a fire extinguisher but could not find one.
"What do we do?" one of the kids asked.
"Everyone out," I yelled, pointing to the hallway. "And pull the fire alarm."
The students moved, rushing out of the room. I quickly found the fire extinguisher and hurried over to the glass door. I yanked it open, pulling it free.
I turned back to the corner and found that whatever was on fire was only growing. It was snapping to the ceiling where the table was. Suddenly, the alarms blared and echoed loudly around me.
I quickly pulled the pin on the extinguisher and started to spray at it. My entire body shook, and the room felt hot, too hot. I sprayed, but the fire didn't go out. It just continued to snap, building even higher. The room grew hotter, and I took a few steps back.
"April!" Someone yelled my name, and I turned, spotting Rebecca in the doorway. "We need to leave."
"I can't put it out."
Rebecca hurried, grabbing my arm and pulling me back. "The boys used metal shavings. We need to leave now."
She pulled me backward, and we hurried into the hallway. We followed the hallway until we slipped out the back door and outside. The entire school was outside, and the students looked confused and worried. Teachers tried to contain their students, but the space was just a loud noise, and everyone was asking questions.
Rebecca sighed, rubbing her hands together nervously. "The firefighters are on their way. Everyone, if you could all just remain calm," she said.
My mind couldn't seem to catch up. "How did you know it was metal shavings?"
She looked at me and frowned. "One of the kids came frantically into my office. She told me that before you arrived, the boys were talking about using metal to start a small fire. The teacher walked out of the classroom to go to the bathroom for a minute."
I scowled, "Why does that matter?"
"Metal doesn't get put out with water," Rebecca said, shaking her head. "This is not my first rodeo."
I didn't know what to say, but before I could even think about it, I heard the fire trucks coming down the road. I turned as one of them pulled in, the guys all jumping out quickly, moving into action.
My heart skipped a beat as I spotted Weslie. He looked hot in his outfit, and everything from earlier had returned to the surface.
Shit. Shit. Shit
Ayden hurried over towards us. He was all geared up and yanked his helmet off as he stopped in front of us. "What happened?"
Rebecca quickly explained the situation, and my eyes roamed over toward Weslie. He was helping the guys were pulling out the hose. But Ayden turned, making them stop. "Class D," he said before hurrying after them.
I watched in utter amazement as the guys hurried into the school. I chewed on my lower lip, waiting. I wasn't sure how long it was, but it seemed like time stopped. The kids became nervous, and Rebecca paced next to me. Everyone suddenly was on edge.
A few moments later, the doors opened, and Weslie and Miles stepped out. Weslie looked sweaty as he pulled his helmet off and ran a hand through his ginger hair.
I went running towards him, throwing my arms around him. Worry had built up so tightly in my belly that I didn't think it was ever going to unwind.
"April, what's wrong?" Weslie asked, pulling me back slightly.
Miles snorted. "She was worried about you, dumbass."
I nodded my head. "I was. Are you okay? I tried putting the fire out, but nothing seemed to work."
"It's out now," Weslie said, giving a soft smile. But he didn't pull me closer, and I wanted him to. He held me at arm's length, remaining professional.
"Can I speak with you for a moment?" I asked. Weslie nodded towards the truck, and we walked over, rounding it. I stepped into his space. "Why are you acting so off?"
He frowned. "I'm not acting off, April. I'm just working."
"And avoiding. Do you honestly think I wasn't worried about you?"
He reached out, rubbing his thumb over my cheek. "I enjoy you worrying, but I'm working. I have to remain focused."
He had ruined my focus all day, and I wanted to ruin his. I leaned closer and kissed him. I couldn't wait. I'd sat all day with need, and after seeing him working, it only made me that much worse.
Weslie growled, biting at my lower lip, pinning me hard against the fire truck. "Fuck, April."
He pressed his forehead against mine. "I'm working."
I frowned. He must not want me if he was trying to stop himself. I've heard plenty of stories from the girls about how they got their bones jumped even while the guys were working. It almost sounded like a competition between them all.
I leaned against him to apologize when I felt his cock was hard against my hip. I was a little shocked.
"You're hard," I whispered, staring at him. "Why aren't you just going to take me? Do you not want me?"
Weslie ground his teeth together, looking in pain. "You have no idea, April. But we are at a school with children."
I swallowed suddenly, remembering the situation, and I felt embarrassed. But I didn't care. I wanted him so badly. I could risk being caught.
"The truck is empty."
He made a sound in his throat and leaned closer. His cock pressed hard against me as he inhaled, his nose running over my neck. "I would enjoy doing that, but if I were to fuck in the truck, it wouldn't be for a quickie."
My face burned hot as he pulled back. "The guys are going to be out in just a few minutes, so keep it together. We can talk about this when I get home."
I suddenly felt a little hope for tonight. I swallowed and tried to pull myself together so I would not look hurt. Besides, it was only a few hours. I could last.
When I arrived home later, I paced. I couldn't remain calm as I waited for Weslie to come home. Was he going to give me what I wanted? Or was he going to talk about how this wasn't what we agreed upon? Was he going to explain that the one night was a mistake and we shouldn't repeat it again?
Hundreds of questions filled my head, and I felt sick. I hated not knowing.
I heard the front door unlock, and I turned. Weslie stepped into the apartment, looking exhausted. I remained still, feeling my throat close as I waited for him to speak.
He spotted me and smiled. "Hey."
"Hi."
He shoved his hands into his pocket and smiled at me. "Why don't you go change into something nice."
I looked at him, confused. "Why?"
"I want to take you to dinner," he said with a shrug. "And I'm too tired to cook."
My heart fluttered, and I was stunned. I expected him to start talking right away. Does dinner mean it's good news? Or was it bad news? If I were good news, he would jump me now, wouldn't he? If he really wanted me, he wouldn't be waiting.
I scowled at myself. The old me wouldn't have cared. She wouldn't have thought so much into everything.
"April?" Weslie tilted his head. "You okay?"
I nodded my head, forcing a smile. "Yeah, I'll go change."
No matter what the news was, I needed to hear it.