Chapter Five
THE HOUSE FIRE KEPT Dylan and his squad busy for more than five hours, and he fell into bed somewhere around 8 a.m. The last thing he thought about when lying on that thin firehouse mattress surrounded by exhausted straight men, was that he could have been a hell of a lot more comfortable at Zach’s place.
When he woke up it was about noon, and he could hear the alarm going off.
“Dylan, car accident on the freeway.”
Fuck! Okay, quick. Get up.
He rolled out of bed and pulled on his turnout pants, wincing at the pain in his a*s. That had better not happen every time they were together, or he wasn’t doing it again.
Letting him f**k you every night would probably make it easier.
“Oh, shut up!”
“Huh?” Todd stuck his head into the bunk room, and Dylan’s cheeks flushed hot. No
