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Ah, Cash?” “Mmm?” he hummed. “The mesh top is a little small.” “So? It’s supposed to be.” “No, I mean small, small—I can’t get it back over my head kind of small,” I said quickly. “I feel like I’m going to pass out.” “Hang on.

And these don’t feel a little tight?” he murmured against my ear, squeezing me through the material of my underwear. I whimpered and pumped my hips. “They weren’t,” I panted. “They feel a little tight,” he insisted. “Course they’re tight,” I choked. “You’ve got me worked up.” “And out.

Are you sure? What about your grandmother?” He shrugged as though it didn’t matter, and a beaming smile splayed across his mouth. “I’ll be out here with you when I come out.

A smile curved the corners of his mouth under the dust-and soot-covered visor. “You’re crying? I answered his question with my tear-stricken gaze. “I’m not going anywhere.” He reached his hand out and I grasped it tightly.

At the beginning of the month I wrote a letter to Santa—I know, childish—but I needed something to hope for, even if it felt silly.” He smiled and shifted to sit by my side, winding his arm around my wait. “Wishing and hoping is never silly, Harper,” he whispered, nipping my jaw. I leaned into his hold and twined our fingers. “I had two things on it: you, and to be accepted.” I stared at the black ink marking my letter in my messy handwriting. He pressed his forehead against my temple. “You were on mine too, only, I didn’t send it to Santa.

Careful. I don’t want to have to do that again. Your veins are hard to find. You’d make a great pincushion for any trainee phlebotomist.” “Gee, thanks,” I muttered, rolling my eyes. “I’ve always wanted to be someone’s guinea pig.

Come, Adan,” Lock ordered. “Come so hard you squeeze every fucking drop of cum from my cock.

done this. “Fay… I-I’m…” I swallowed and bit my lip. Cash wound his arm around my shoulders, and it was all I needed to find the strength, because I knew, no matter what, he’d always be there for me. “I’m gay. Dad kicked me out last night and accidently slammed the door in my face. That’s how I bruised my cheek.” Her eyes flicked from me to Cash and how he was holding me. A new realization dawned across her face. Her lips parted and she slowly raised her hand to her lips. I wondered if she saw the connection between us. Cash was making it perfectly obvious. She ran forward and pulled me into her arms, her eyes glistening. “Oh Harper, honey, I’m so sorry.” “It’s okay,” I said awkwardly. “It wasn’t your fault.

Do you remember how your mom would wrap the presents so well it’d take at least five minutes to find where you could rip the paper?” I snorted. “Yes, and they were wrapped so much it was like unwrapping a hundred packages from morning ‘til lunch. It was Mom’s way of extending Christmas.” “I loved that—it always built the excitement. Just when you thought you had it, you had to unroll it. I miss her—she was like a second mother to me.

Eager?” “Just a little,” I breathed.

Fuck… that was…” “Good?” I grinned, licking my lips, looking up at him. “Shit yeah!” Jay wailed.

Gee, you don’t sugarcoat things, do you?” “At least if I’m at a club, I won’t have you pressuring me.” “No, you’ll have heaps of strangers instead.

Great…” He sighed. “Where’s the boy? And you shouldn’t be here,” he murmured, glancing over his shoulder at Sam. “I heard Chief’s alert.” “Safe, outside—where do you think I’d go?” I smiled. It was just like Lockland to be selfless and think of the boy’s welfare instead of his own. I shook my head, knowing Lock would expect me to respect his wishes, to keep myself safe, but his safety meant more to me than my own well-being. “Remember, it’s you and me until the end,” I murmured, choking. I never thought words could be so hard to speak. “You made that promise. I’m keeping it.

Harper?” Cash murmured after a long moment. “Hmm?” I turned my head. “Do you believe in Santa?” I shifted onto my side to look at him, smiling. “Yeah, I do.” He adjusted his head to look at me. “Even though he’s something our parents say isn’t real?” I nodded. “Yeah, definitely. There’s usually some kind of truth behind stories.” He looked up to the tree then to me. “Think we can see him tonight?” I laughed and sat up. “Who? Santa? Why not? It couldn’t hurt to try.

Have a drink, Coughffles.” “Stop it with the names!” I laughed and coughed.

He burst out laughing. “You look like a warm shade of Frosty the Snowman! It’s all over your cheeks and nose.” I snorted and rolled my eyes. “Oh yeah?” I swiped my finger along the inside of the icing bowl and tapped his nose. “Well you look like Rudolph.

He disowned me,” I murmured. “Kicked me out and told me to come back when I changed my choice.” “He seriously used those words? That it was a choice?” I nodded. “You can’t change it. Your sexuality is like your DNA. You can’t cut off your finger so it’s no longer there, because it is you. You’re born with it—you just discover it when you mature.

Hmm, do you mind if I put out your fire then?” I brushed his earlobe with my upper lip.

I-I can’t sleep and I was going for a walk when I noticed the truck moving… and then I found you two and, um, I mean—” Lockland cut him off midsentence with a calm, serious tone. “Jay?” Jay’s gaze shot up to Lockland’s. “Spit it out!” “I was wondering if I could… I-I don’t know… join you?

I’ll see you later,” I murmured. “Yeah.” Our foreheads pressed together. Our lips lingered half an inch apart. Thin ropes of dark hair hung over his forehead as sweat glistened across his face in the streetlights. “Love you.” “Love you more,” he murmured.

I’m not leaving him, Sam! And I’m not waiting for the others to help.

Is it okay?” I nodded and continued chewing. “Y-you made me my first sub.” He smiled. “You remembered.

It’d take a lot more than a quick fuck to lose me, Lockland.” He smiled and nipped my lower lip. “Plus,” I murmured, pulling back, “your cock is pretty nice. I think my ass would miss it.

I think you’re supposed to mix it slowly, Casper.” I laughed and icing sugar caught in my throat.

I thought she suspected something last night…” I stared at the paper bag lying in the center of the table and looked back to Cash. “So she doesn’t know about Dad?” “No—that’s your truth to tell.” “Great, so she thinks I’m a bad influence on you.” “There’s a way to fix that, you know.

I understand. Just long as you know it wasn’t and isn’t your fault, Harper. It was an illness, one you had no control over. ” “I think deep down I did, I do, but hearing someone like Dad say it was my fault, it…” I trailed off, shaking my head. “It made it real.” “Yeah, exactly.” I nodded absently. “I’m selfish… It’s easy for me to say all that when—

I’ve wanted to do that since you saved me.” -Lockland

I was calling you earlier when your name and number flashed up on my cell’s screen. But instead of it being you, it was Chris.” “You still have my number programed into your phone?

Mmm, carry me.” I laughed, reaching for my sweatpants. “I carry girls, boys, and women, not fully grown capable men.” “Slacker.” He grinned, shoving me.

Now,” he murmured huskily into my ear, licking the skin below my lobe. I shivered. “It’s your turn.” “Tease.

Ouch. What is that?” “Water, you wimp.” Humor colored his tone and when I looked up, he was smirking again, but this time it was different. He was beaming, radiating—like he used to.

Sometimes, I just want to be comforted—I don’t want to be or appear to be stronger than I am.

Sorry.” I sniffed again, wiping the corner of my eye. “Why are you apologizing for crying?” “Because it’s weak.” He scoffed. “Showing emotion is a sign of strength, Harper. Too many people hide how they feel.” “Why do you think that is?” “Because they’re scared of the consequences of showing how they feel,” he whispered, looking away.

The drive from the hospital to this street feels weird. It’s so quick compared to walking,” I murmured absently. Cash turned his head and stared at the side of my face. “You walked to the hospital?” “’Course.” I sat back. “It’s not like driving is really an option around these parts.” “No wonder you were cold. I thought you must have ridden a bike or something.” I snorted and rolled my eyes, turning my head toward him. “Do you really see me on a bike, of any kind?” “Point taken.

Touch me. Kiss me. I want you. I’ve never done it just for my pleasure, just for fun.

Welcome to apartment life,” Cash breathed. “I sure know how to make a great first impression,” I muttered, following Cash as he laughed. I didn’t see what was so funny. I’d been yearning for that kiss for months. “No welcome cookies for you then.

Well, I still have ten fingers and toes, if that’s what you’re talking about.” Cash snickered, lifting his head. A smile pulled at the corners of his mouth. “Not exactly.” “There’s no evidence that it ever happened. He just said to keep warm and stay out of the snow as much as possible.” “Good.

Well, it’s not swollen,” he stated, rewrapping the bandage, “or bleeding or leaking, so I think it’s okay.” “I know. I’m training to be a nurse,” I replied. “Thanks though.” “Explains the curiosity and attitude.” “What?” I snapped. “I’m a trainee paramedic.” “Oh.” I looked away, chewing my lower lip. “Right.” “There’s a sense of rivalry between Emergency Medical Technicians, paramedics, and nurses—I don’t know the reason behind it.” “I know.

What kind of a father could do that?! It was bad enough—” I cut him off. “Wait, what?” I snapped my head toward him, knowing my gaze was glassy, the corners of my eyes stinging with tears that had forced their way to the surface. “How could your dad do that to you, let alone at this time of the year? And after everything with your mom—Christmas is about family.” “Wait,” I sniffed, wiping my eyes with the backs of my hands. “You were calling my dad a prick?” “Yeah, who else? Why are you cryin— Oh, Harper, no, I didn’t mean you.

What?” The corner of his mouth turned up, his white teeth gleaming in the light. “Just thinking how hot you are.” He scoffed and playfully rolled his eyes. “Thanks—but aren’t all firefighters hot? I mean, we do basically live in fire.

Whoa.” I snapped my head toward him then glanced over my shoulder to a gurney being rushed up the hall. “You’re sure you’re okay to leave? You’re not very… aware.” “Yeah, I’m fine.” I nodded. “So what did the doctor say?” he questioned as we continued down the hall. “He was concerned about the graze,” I said. “Told me to keep an eye on it and gave me some bandages to redress it every day.” I reached up and touched the bandage, trying to remove the creamy-colored gauze from my line of vision. It was protruding from beneath my eye. “He redressed it, and not well, I might add.

Why did you come out when you knew how your family would react?” I murmured, wrapping my arms around his waist. I brushed my lips the length of Lock’s neck. “Because I didn’t want to hide. I hated acting like I was someone I wasn’t.” “I never did thank you for that sub.” Lock laughed. “Adan, you’ve thanked me a hundred times over.” “I don’t recall.” “Every time we’re together, or when you kiss me, it’s a constant reminder of how we met, and I wouldn’t exchange that for anything.

You ate the cookies and drank all the milk?” Cash asked, looking at the base of the tree. “No. I didn’t. Why would I? I don’t like banana chip, they’re your favorite.” “I didn’t eat them, Harper.” “Sure you didn’t.” “Prove it then.” “How?

You know, we can still put that suit to use, though.” I glanced toward the truck and Lock’s face lit up as I closed the distance between us. “What happened to needing a shower?” “Showers are overrated,” I whispered, holding his gaze through the visor. “Plus,” I turned my head to look down the hall, “Jay is down there now.” “That’d be right. Let me just hang up my hat.” He was pulling away when I caught his wrist. “Nuh-uh. Keep the helmet. I want to be with my firefighter.

You’re scared of sharing me in case you lose me?” - Adan

Your room is empty,” he breathed, sliding in beside me. “Everything’s gone.” “What do you mean, ‘everything’s gone?’” “Your dad donated your furniture, clothes, bed, everything, to the Salvation Army. But I did manage to find this.” From around the other side of his body, he revealed a little brown plush dog. Its ears were dark brown and a white stripe ran from its forehead down to its paws. Its eyes drooped low, sad and sulky, almost crying as it looked up at you. Mom had given him to me when I was little. I had been begging for a dog for years, but Dad refused. He didn’t think I was responsible enough to look after it. “I found him sitting on the hall table and remembered what he used to mean to you.” “Thank you, Cash,” I whispered, glancing at him as tears welled. “Dad sure cleaned me out fast…” A smirk pulled at the corners of my mouth as I attempted to make it a joke, like I didn’t care, but my voice broke. “Oh, Harper.” Cash’s arms wound around my shoulders and pulled me in close. I rested my head in his shoulder and allowed the tears to flow freely, not just because of what my father had done, but for everything. For everything I’d bottled up in the six years since Mom had fallen sick. I’d held back the tears of fear and sadness, not wanting to upset Mom, then stopped them in the eyes of my father. But now, I could let them go, without fear of judgement, because Cash got me; he understood.

You saved me, again.” I glanced around, thankful no one was around or they would have been staring. I felt so stupid in his arms. Small, weak, and klutzy. The side of Brett’s mouth quirked as his brows pulled together. “Again?” “Last night,” I murmured, looking back at him as he set me down beside him. “You’re like a knight—always there when I need you.” “I’m no knight, Colt. Far from it—you know that.” ”Robin Hood, then.” He chuckled.