Cade Creek 3
Coming March 5th
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 fluttering eyelashes 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, 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 powder blue VW Bug, 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. 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 serious was wrong.
There was 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 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. 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 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 perfectly 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?”
“Well, I don’t think you’re going to die, but…yes.”
“Is…” Chester licked his lips. “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 write off.”
“Damn.” He hadn’t taken the insurance clause 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.”
“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 going to help get you out of here.”
ADULT EXCERPT
Jack pulled into a parking spot down the street from
Chester’s apartment and turned off the engine. He could see the lights on
through the 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.
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-come around and squeezing lightly. Jack
bit his lip as his pumped 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 and zipped 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.
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 hysterically. “It wasn’t that funny, Chester.
“Yes, it was.”
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