Saving Me

Open Mouth, Insert Foot

Matt's POV

There was only one way to describe what had just happened between Stormy and me: life-affirming. Never in my life had I experienced something so powerful. That thought messed with my mind, though—because as much as I had loved Cassie, and still did, what Stormy and I had just shared was more intense, more moving than anything Cass and I had ever known.

And yet, those thoughts didn't dim the high I was riding. If anything, I felt more alive than I had in a long damn time.

When Stormy shifted like she was about to get up, I pulled her flush against me, pressing my lips to the place where her neck met her shoulder, trailing hot, wet kisses up to her ear.

"Where do you think you're going?" I whispered just before nipping at her earlobe. Her soft moan sent blood rushing straight to my cock again. I'd never been like this with a woman—so ready at the drop of a pin—but with her, I was already hard again, my body begging for more.

"Not that I think I could walk," she murmured, rolling to her side and placing a hand on my chest, "but I do need to get back to my sister's. Sadie's going to need to be fed soon, and I only left enough milk to get through my shift."

"Okay," I said, my mind conjuring an image of her bare breasts. After everything we'd done on that fire truck, tasting her breasts hadn't been one of them—and now I found myself feeling a stupid, irrational jealousy toward a toddler who was about to get what I hadn't.

I kissed her lazily before forcing myself to pull away. Her green eyes were still heavy with desire, and damn if that didn't make it even harder to step away.

"I'll climb down first, just in case you slip," I said when she rolled away from me. My body missed her warmth instantly.

"Okay," she replied softly.

I had to fight the urge to take her all over again as I tucked my hard cock back into my boxers and pulled my jeans up. When I caught her licking her lips, my mind went straight to what her mouth might feel like wrapped around me. I nearly said screw it, but then the image of her little girl popped into my head, and I knew I had to cool it—for now.

One quick kiss, just to keep temptation at bay, and I made my way down the ladder. But the sight of her climbing down behind me—with her bare ass and glistening folds on display—nearly undid me.

When she was just about to step onto the platform, I gave in. Wrapping my hands around her waist, I buried my face between her thighs. Her gasp made me hold her tighter to keep her from falling.

"Lift one leg up onto the rung above you and hold on tight, darlin'," I growled.

She did, and I went to town, eating her like she was the last meal I'd ever get. Her sweet taste exploded on my tongue, and the sounds she made—Jesus. When she pushed her hips back into me, I focused on her clit, lapping and sucking until I felt her tremble. Her scream echoed through the empty station as I sucked hard, her release coating my tongue.

When I was sure I'd wrung every drop of pleasure from her, I stood up, licking my lips. She looked over her shoulder at me, wild and hungry.

"Don't think I'll ever look at a ladder again without thinking of this," she said as she stepped onto the concrete floor.

"You ain't alone, darlin'," I murmured, pulling her into a deep kiss. I broke it before it got too heated. Resting my forehead against hers, I whispered, "Get dressed so I can get you home."

"Okay," she replied, her voice soft.

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The ride over was quiet. We were both processing everything, and a thought kept nagging at me. We hadn't used protection. Neither of us had brought it up—not in the heat of the moment, not after. That was on me. I'd stopped carrying condoms because I wasn't out here hooking up anymore. But still, I should've said something.