He cheated i chose two firefighters novel Chapter 82

Jace’s POV

Jesus–my girl and those filthy little photos. She’s unreal. The one that wrecks me every time is the shower shot where she’s bent forward. Her breasts hang just enough, and I can see everything: ass, slick heat, the whole view. My dick has been straining so hard it feels like it’s going to rip straight through my boxers. The damn tent is obvious. If anybody woke up, there’d be no explaining it.

The mattress above shifts. Then Milo’s face appears over the edge of the top bunk, peering down like he’s checking the weather.

His gaze drops. Stops on my boxer situation.

“Same,” he murmurs, grinning. “Which one’s your top pick? I’m stuck on the one where she’s against the shower wall, legs open, and she’s pulling herself apart so we get a full look.”

“The bent–over one.”

Milo huffs out a laugh. “Yeah. That’s my runner–up. I swear I can taste her already. Tomorrow night can’t come fast enough. You think she’ll let us keep her busy all night?”

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“I’m pretty sure she will,” I say, laughing under my breath.

He goes quieter. “You nervous about her parents?”

“A little.” I stare up at the underside of the bunk. “What we’ve got isn’t exactly… standard. I don’t want them in her ear, trying to convince her this is a mistake. She’s close to them. You can tell by how she talks. Their approval matters to her.”

Milo’s voice tightens. “If they hate it, you think she’d leave us?”

“I don’t know, babe.” My throat feels tight. “God, I hope not.”

“I don’t think she will,” he says, like he’s forcing the fear back down. Then he brightens, eyes flashing.

“Wanna go to the bathroom? We can take some shots–your cock in my mouth.”

I can’t help the smile. He’s eager in that way that makes him look like a puppy who’s just spotted a

leash.

“We could get caught.”

“Everyone’s out,” he whispers. “Chief’s in his office. Come on.”

We slip out and move fast, keeping quiet. In the bathroom, I shove my boxers down and Milo drops to work like he’s been starving. I pull my phone up and start filming while he takes me deep, no

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hesitation. My eyes squeeze shut because it feels too good–too intense. He knows exactly what he’s doing, tongue rolling along my shaft, teasing, then focusing on the underside of the head until my legs

want to give out.

A sound rips out of me.

Still recording, I fist my hand in his hair and start driving into his mouth, rougher, needing it. He braces his hands on my thighs, fingers digging in hard, holding me steady while he takes it. Then he slides a hand into his briefs and starts stroking himself, breathing through the mess of it.

We’re both making noise when we finally break. He swallows every bit of me like he’s proud of it.

When he stands, there’s a smear on his stomach, and I lean in and lick him clean.

I get all of it on video.

Then I send it to Scar.

Checkmate, baby, I think. She has been doing this to us–messing with us on nights we’re stuck working–and I love it. Our first day off always turns into a full–on fuck marathon.

“I love you, Jace,” Milo says, sliding his arms over my shoulders.

I hug him back. “I love you too. You good?”

He nods, then hesitates. “I need to admit something. When Scar became our third… I was scared you’d

get obsessed with her and stop wanting me.”

My chest tightens. “No. Never. Not ever.” I tip his chin up so he has to look at me. “It’s you and our girl.

That’s my whole world. For life, Milo. I mean that.”

I take a breath, words tumbling out because I’ve been holding them in. “The faster we meet her

parents, the faster we can do this for real. I know you and I can’t legally marry, because you’ll be

married to her, but in my head? We’re already married. All of us. A piece of paper doesn’t decide what we are. We’ll have our ceremony, then you and her make it official, and that’s it–we’re husbands and wife. Nothing touches that.”

I pause. “But I need to ask you something.”

Milo studies me. “Okay… what?”

“Since you get to marry her,” I say carefully, “can I be first for the dad part? I want our first baby to be biologically mine. Then the next one can be yours.”

He just stares for a beat, and my stomach twists, bracing for a no.

Then his face softens. “Yeah. Absolutely.” He nods like it’s settled. “When we’re ready, I’ll start using

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condoms. We’ll talk to her when we’re home.”

Relief hits so hard I feel lightheaded. I nod, because words don’t come fast enough.

We clean up and sneak back to our bunks.

A minute later my phone lights up with a message from Scar, and all the air leaves my lungs at once.

It’s a video.

She’s using the Magic Wand, grinding it into her clit, moaning like she’s singing for us. When she tips over the edge, she slides the wand away and squirts all over the towel she’s laid under her ass. After, breathing hard, she looks straight into the camera and blows a kiss.

‘I love you. Dream of me.‘

From above, Milo lets out a wrecked groan.

I just smile to myself. She’s everything.

Morning comes, and I’m up and dressed fast. The closer I get to the kitchen, the more the smell of

food pulls me in. I turn the corner and stop dead.

Rowan–the new guy–is parked by the fridge, watching Scar like he’s forgotten how to blink.

Scar doesn’t notice him at all. She’s cooking, earbuds in, hips swaying to whatever she’s listening to.

Pink workout shorts, white tank, a pink sports bra peeking underneath. White tennis shoes on those

small feet. She bends to check the oven, and Rowan tilts his head, staring at her ass like it belongs to

him.

It doesn’t.

I walk over heavy, letting my steps announce me. Rowan looks up, catches my expression, and gives

me a smug little grin. He has been told–by Chief, when he arrived last week–that Scar is mine and

Milo’s.

I hook my hands around Scar’s waist and spin her toward me. She squeaks, surprised, and I crush my

mouth to hers while I keep my eyes on Rowan.

He chuckles like I’m entertaining.

Scar smiles against me when I pull back. “Well, good morning to you too, caveman,” she says, then kisses me softer. “Morning, baby.”

“Where’s our boyfriend?” I ask.

“Still showering.” She reaches for something on the counter. “We had an early call. Little dumpster

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fire.”

I inhale again. “What’re you making?”

“Breakfast quiches. Six.” She starts ticking them off like it’s a mission briefing. “Sausage, bacon, veggie for Dorian–he says breakfast meat tears up his stomach. Then two with both meats, and one with everything: all the meats and veggies.”

She nods toward the other pans. “Hash browns, and donuts. I didn’t bake those–I grabbed them from

the bakery down the street.”

“God, that sounds good.” I watch her hands move. “Your parents make it home okay last night?”

“Yeah. And Papa’s excited to meet you and Milo.”

“I’ll bet he is.”

She laughs, kisses my cheek, and nudges me aside so she can pull the quiches from the oven.

Right as she sets the last one down on a cutting board, Milo walks in, slides behind her, turns her, and

lifts her for a kiss.

“Morning, gorgeous,” he says against her mouth. “Those shorts are criminal. My cock’s ready to live

between those cheeks.”

She giggles, shameless. “My cheeks are ready.”

Milo arches a brow.

She leans in and whispers so only the two of us hear. “I’ve got a plug in.”

Both of us groan like it’s involuntary. Milo sets her down and smacks her ass.

Chief’s voice cuts in from the room. “Hey. None of that in my house.”

“Sorry, Chief,” I say, making a point of it while cutting my eyes at Rowan. “Hard to keep our hands off

our gorgeous woman.”

Rowan just smirks, still acting like he’s not a problem.

Scar loads the table like she’s feeding an army–quiches, hash browns, donuts, then orange, apple, an

d cranberry juice. Two carafes of coffee follow, plus sugar, packets, and cream.

She doesn’t sit.

I frown. “Why aren’t you eating?”

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“I already did,” she says easily. “I snacked while I cooked. Scrambled eggs and toast.” She points at the spread. “Eat before it gets cold. I’m starting the Thanksgiving meal for the next shift.”

I can’t stop watching her. Last night’s conversation with Milo plays through my head, and the image of her round with my baby hits me so hard my cock tightens again.

A few guys chuckle.

I look up, and the entire table is watching me.

Chief shakes his head, amused. “Keep staring like that and she’s gonna catch fire.”

“I can’t help it,” I say. “She’s gorgeous.”

Chief smiles, and I’m not even halfway through my food when the call comes in.

“Fifty bucks says somebody burned a pie!” Dylan yells.

Rowan takes it.

Fucking idiot.