Cade Creek 3
After seven years, Chester Bailey has called it quits. His
divorce has finalized and he’s packed up his life with plans to move to Cade
Creek. But fate has a sense of humor, which Chester discovers when he’s involved
in a car accident just as he reaches the small country town. Rescue comes in
the form of the sexiest fire chief Chester has ever seen…and maybe a new love
interest.
Fire Chief Jack Helmond is used to being called to the scene
of accidents. It’s part of the job. When he discovers a frightened young man
pinned in his car, the job takes on new meaning. Rescuing Chester becomes
personal.
But Chester’s past refuses to give up so easily. His ex
won’t let a little thing like a new lover or even divorce papers stop him from
claiming what he believes is his. If Jack has any hope of keeping the flames of
romance burning between him and Chester, he’ll need more than fellow fire
fighters to help him. He might need all of Cade Creek.
STORY EXCERPT
Chester shook his head as the red traffic light he was
stopped at turned green. He knew it was going to take a whole hell of a lot
more than a desire to start a new life for it to actually happen, and he hoped
his friend Yancy could help.
Chester eased the car into traffic once again, heading for
the Cade Creek Diner, a place he had been to before and fallen in love with.
Granted, it had taken a lot of talking and some heavy eyelash fluttering to
convince the cook to add a few vegetarian dishes to the menu, but now that he
had, it was one of Chester’s favorite places to visit in Cade Creek.
A vegetarian cheese omelet sounded like just what he needed
before calling Yancy and asking the man to come into town so they could talk
and he could explain to him how his life had gone so horribly wrong…and then
ask for his help.
Chester didn’t even have enough time to scream as something
hard and heavy slammed into the side of his car. The sound of metal on metal
was horrendous, and one he would never forget, but it was better than the sound
his vehicle made as it was crushed like a tin can—with him inside of it.
When the world stopped spinning, Chester found himself lying
against the door of his small car, his legs pinned by the steering wheel and
the dashboard. Pain made his vision blurry as it exploded throughout every inch
of his body. His very cells screamed in agony. Something warm and wet trickled
down the left side of his face.
Chester made sure he didn’t move any more than he had to as
he took stock of his injuries. His head ached but not as much as his legs. Fire
burned down them like his skin was being peeled off. Tears sprang to Chester’s
eyes when he was able to wiggle his toes. He wasn’t paralyzed, but it was
obvious from the amount of pain he was feeling that something was seriously
wrong.
When he lifted his hand to the side of his face, he could
feel wetness and jagged flesh. He had a gash on the side of his head. Chester
suspected that he had hit his head on the side window as the glass had
shattered, most likely from his head hitting it as the car flipped through the
air. There were some cuts on his face and neck, also most likely caused by the
breaking glass.
“Are you okay?”
Chester turned to see a well-groomed dark-haired man looking
down at him from the passenger side window, which strangely enough seemed to be
the top of his car now. “What happened?”
“A truck ran the red light and hit you.”
Well, that would explain it then.
“I’m Kapheri.” The man had a very interesting accent as he
spoke. “Can you tell me your name?”
“Chester.”
“Good.” Kapheri smiled. “Do you know where you are,
Chester?”
“Um…in my car.”
Duh.
“True.” Kapheri chuckled. “Can you tell me where your car
is?”
Chester almost said “in the street” but he knew the answer
the man was looking for. “Cade Creek.”
“Can you tell me what year it is, Chester?”
Chester frowned. “Really?”
“Afraid so.”
“Twenty fifteen.”
“Good, good.” Kapheri’s perfect white teeth gleamed when he
smiled. “Okay, an ambulance is on its way. Try not to move.”
“Thank you.” But he really didn’t have any plans to move any
time soon. It hurt too damn much. “The driver of the truck? Was he hurt?”
“He walked away without a scratch on him.” A deep scowl
crossed the man’s face as he looked up and past the car at something Chester
couldn’t see. “The police should be here in a minute or so to take him into
custody. The bloody bastard reeks of alcohol.”
Chester sputtered with bitter amusement. “I’m going to die
because some asshole had too much to drink and decided to take a five-ton truck
for a joy ride?”
That sounded like his luck.
“Well, I don’t think you’re going to die, but…yes.”
“Is…” Chester licked his lips, wishing he had something to
drink. They felt so dry they hurt. “Is there anything left of my stuff?”
Once again, Kapheri lifted his head and looked beyond what
Chester could see. “You might be able to salvage some of it but I’m pretty sure
the trailer is a total write off.”
“Damn.” He hadn’t taken the insurance out on it. In
retrospect, that had been pretty stupid of him. He had been fairly confident of
his own driving skills. He never dreamed he’d have to worry about some ass wipe
with too much to drink ramming into him. “There’s snow in my car.” Chester
didn’t know why that was important, but it seemed to be.
“You hit a snow bank, Chester. There’s snow over fifty
percent of your car.”
“Oh.” Chester screamed as he involuntarily tried to move his
leg and a spike of pain ripped through his body that was worse than anything he
had ever felt in his life. He was positive he was going to die because nothing
that hurt this bad couldn’t be fatal. “Ho–how far away is…is that ambulance?”
“Soon, Chester.”
Chester almost cried out when the man’s face disappeared. He
wanted to beg the man to stay, to not leave him alone. But another face
appeared, one that took Chester’s breath away with its sheer masculine beauty,
and with the way he was panting that was pretty hard to do.
“Hey, I’m Jack. I’m a fireman. Someone called and said you
were having a little trouble today.”
ADULT EXCERPT
Jack was nervous, anxious. He was excited. His date with
Chester was due to start in thirty minutes. He was supposed to go to Chester’s
place where they would have dinner and then spend the evening together, and
maybe the night. He wanted to make a good impression on his new love interest.
Keeping Chester happy was his top priority, especially considering this was
their first real date.
Jack wanted everything to be perfect.
After their little interlude in the bathroom at Chester’s
apartment two weeks ago, they hadn’t been able to get together until today due
to a heavier than usual work schedule and Chester’s move into his new place.
Nightly phone calls that lasted late into the night had sufficed, but it would
never take the place of being with Chester in person. The image of holding the
sexy man in his arms had been burned into his memory for all time.
Jack glanced at the bouquet of wildflowers sitting on the
seat next to him. Purchasing them had seemed like a good idea at the time.
Everyone liked to be romanced, and Chester deserved no less. He wanted Chester
to feel important, special.
Now, he wondered if he was making a mistake buying them.
Chester was a guy. Not a lot of guys bought flowers for other guys. Maybe he
should have brought a six pack of beer and a pizza instead of flowers and a
bottle of red wine.
God, he was goober. He was thirty-eight years old and he
felt like he was getting ready to go out on his first date with his high school
crush. If the guys at the fire house could see him now, they’d laugh themselves
silly.
Jack pulled into a parking spot down the street from Chester’s
new apartment and turned off the engine. He could see the lights on through the
tall second-floor windows. His lips curved into a small smile when he saw
Chester’s shadow pass in front of the window. He glanced at his watch. He still
had another twenty minutes before he was supposed to arrive. He was a tad bit
early.
Jack pulled out his cell phone and dialed Chester’s number.
Chester answered a moment later. “Hey, handsome.”
“What are you wearing?” he asked in a deep gravelly voice.
Chester’s laughter eased Jack’s nerves. “A smile.”
“Damn,” Jack groaned as his cock hardened just that fast. “I’d
like to see that.”
“Maybe I’ll let you.”
Jack groaned again, palming his hard cock through jeans. It
wasn’t enough, not when Chester laughed again, only this time, the sound was
low and sultry. Jack quickly glanced around. The street was vacant, not a soul
in sight. He sat near the end of the street, his truck shadowed by the building
he was parked in front of.
It was enough.
Jack reached into the glove box and pulled out a few wet
wipes he kept in there. He set them on the seat next to him and then unzipped
his pants and pulled his dick out. He wrapped his fingers around his aching
length and started slowly pumping his hand up and down. “Talk to me, baby.”
“What would you like me to say?” Chester asked in a silky
voice that dug into Jack’s senses and sent his arousal skyrocketing. He didn’t
know anyone else that could set him off as fast as Chester Bailey.
“Anything.” Jack pumped faster, tightening his fist around
his shaft. He began stroking his length from root to tip. He ran his thumb over
the moist head, smearing the pre-cum around and squeezing lightly. Jack bit his
lip as he moved his hand to the rhythm his hips were setting.
“I could tell you how excited I am to see you tonight.”
“Oh, so am I, baby. I can’t wait.” His balls were starting
to pull up tight to his body. A web of arousal spun around him as he squeezed
his shaft, his thumb caressing over the leaking head. He growled when he felt
the tingle shooting up his spine. He grabbed the wet wipes he had pulled from
the glove box and held them over his cock.
Chester’s voice dipped even lower when he spoke again. “I’m
not wearing any underwear.”
“Fuck!” Jack shouted as hot ropes of seed shot out of his
cock, hitting him on his chest and under his chin. He smacked the dashboard as
his dick jerked wildly in his hand and pumped ropes of cum into the wet wipes.
“Did you just jerk off?”
Jack chuckled. “Maybe.”
“Where in the hell are you?”
“Look out your window.” A moment later, the curtain moved
and Chester’s face appeared in the window. “Down the street on your left.”
When Chester glanced his way, Jack raised a hand and waved.
“What are you doing out there?” Chester asked.
“Waiting until our date.” He glanced down at his watch. “I
have another ten minutes.”
“You also have a police car coming up behind you.”
“Damn it!” Jack heard Chester laughing hysterically when he
dropped his cell phone and started shoving his spent dick back into his pants,
zipping them up. He just got himself smoothed down and everything cleaned up
when a light shined into the window of his truck and he heard a knock on the
window.
Jack groaned when he turned and saw Deputy Nick Hale
standing there with a flashlight in his hand. He rolled the window down,
praying the deputy hadn’t seen his lapse in judgment. “Is there a problem,
Nick?”
“No, just checking to make sure you were okay.”
“I’m fine.” He rolled his eyes when Nick scanned the
interior of the truck. “I have a date in ten minutes. I’m waiting.”
“Uh-uh.” Nick grinned. “And the flowers?”
“For my date.”
Duh.
“I see. Well.” Nick chuckled with a great deal of amusement.
“You have a good night then, chief.”
God, grant him restraint.
“You, too, Deputy Hale.” Jack waited until Nick walked away
before rolling up his window and then picking his phone back up. He could still
hear Chester laughing. “It wasn’t that funny, Chester.”
“Yes, it was.”
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