Page 22 of Wild Fire

Of course, Mr. Hot Stuff would show up shirtless in the sluttiest getup a man can own.

“You okay? You’re not sick again, are you?” The look on his face is one of concern, which should make me feel better, but it doesn’t. Actually, it only makes me feel worse.

“Define okay…” I murmur as I turn and bury my face in his pillow, which doesn’t help matters because it smells like him, too.

The whole fucking bed smells like him, because it’s his bed.

I slept in AJ’s bed!

My head snaps up and my worried gaze finds his.

“Did… Did I… Did… we?”

I can’t even get the words out, and everything is a bit choppy. I remember him being above me, remember that I wanted to come, but…

“No,” he says firmly, crossing his arms. “I prefer my subs to be coherent when they consent.” I furrow my eyebrows as his rise, and he curses. “Fuck, I meant—”

There’s an awkward tension as I look at him, noting the unease on his face, and I realize what he means.

Shadows & Sin is a kink club, and he was there, so that must mean…

Mr. Hot Firefighter is into some kinky shit.

Which should be a red flag given the circumstances, but it’s not. Not to me.

If anything, it only makes me more intrigued.

What kind of kinky shit is he into?

He clears his throat, but doesn’t make a move towards me.

“How much… do you remember?”

“Some things.”

It’s not a lie. I do remember some things… like drinking and dancing and having fun, but I also remember that guy dragging me away, and AJ rubbing my back while I threw up.

Oh my God.

Way to go, Nate! You are a class act.

He nods carefully.

“Right. That makes sense.”

The awkward tension is starting to make me feel weird, and I have to look away, but as I do my stomach growls and my dick is bordering on painful because I need to pee, so I ask where the bathroom is because I don’t remember if he told me or not.

“Just across the hall.” He points.

I throw my legs over the size of the bed and adjust my cock, which is hard as hell, but that’s not abnormal for me first thing in the morning. AJ clears his throat, and when I look up, I catch his gaze drifting up to mine.

From my cock.

A blush creeps into my cheeks at the thought as I head through the door, following him across the hall, which gives me a perfect look at his ass and the way his sweatpants hang off of his hips.

He’s got a nice ass—round and firm. My dick twitches at the thought of watching my cock disappear between two juicy cheeks like that, which nearly stops me in my tracks.

I’ve never topped a guy in my life, so I don’t know where that is coming from, so I decide to ignore it.