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Jack “Tag” Taglieri is stuck in a rut. His everyday life of
fighting fires and no social life is beginning to wear on his nerves. The
building tension isn’t just getting to him, but his brothers in the firehouse
are starting to notice as well. Being a fireman, his head always has to be in
the game, with no distractions from his personal life.
Walt Newcome is a nurse still trying to put his personal life back
together again after yet another failed relationship. At his wit's end with all
men in general, he isn’t sure if he should give up entirely or just stop
trying.
When Tag is injured in a warehouse fire and Walt is the nurse
charged with his care, the question isn’t whether or not Walt will help him on
his road to recovery. The question is who will end up healing who as the two
become much closer than mere patient and nurse.
Excerpt:
Walt opened the door to
the bathroom and turned on the light. “Easy. Just like you did when you were a
little boy and your mother was teaching you how to use the big boy potty.”
“Huh?”
Walt laughed. “Just sit
down on the toilet. Point, and aim. Easy peasy.”
“Oh.” Tag joined him in
laughing at himself. “Sorry. It’s been a long time since then.”
“No worries.”
Walt helped settle him
on the seat and hung the IV bag on the wall hook next to the toilet. It was
then when he started to walk out of the bathroom that Tag stopped him by
tugging on his hand.
“Are you okay?”
“I just wanted to say
thank you.”
Walt offered him a
sincere smile. Even with the remnants of soot which still outlined his face and
his mussed up hair, the fireman was not only charming, but incredibly polite.
Whoever managed to hook him was one lucky man, or woman.
“You don’t have to thank
me. I’m here to help.”
“I know, but…I like your
help.”
Walt’s pulse began to
race when Tag gently rubbed his thumb across the front of his hand. If he
didn’t know any better, he would swear that the room temperature shot up a good
twenty degrees in the past few seconds.
“I’m glad I can be here
to help you,” Walt replied and quietly closed the door.
I’m glad I can be here
to help you? What the hell
was that? Nicely done, Walt. He sounded like a damn idiot. This
was why he didn’t date much. He sucked at talking to people he was attracted
to.
He stood on the other
side of the bathroom door while he waited for Tag to finish. Walt used the time
to collect his thoughts and get his head out of the clouds. The fireman was
just being nice to him. That’s all there was to it. The gentle brush of his
finger on his hands was nothing more than a patient thanking his nurse. Nothing
more, nothing less.
The flush of the toilet
woke him from his daydreams. “All finished?” he called to the other side of the
door.
“Yeah, just give me a
second.”
All finished. What was
that? Stupid, asinine comment number two in as many minutes? Good Lord, Walt.
If you keep this up, you’re liable to label yourself a complete and total
nimrod in no time at all.
“Jesus.”
The distress in Tag’s
voice worried Walt. Abruptly he opened the door to see what had happened.
Tag was leaning over the
sink, holding on with so much force that his knuckles were white. His
expression looked grim as he stared at his reflection.
“What’s wrong? Did you
lose your balance? Are you okay?”
“Have you seen me? I am
two shades away from looking like death. Even my five o’clock shadow looks
grungy.”
Walt sighed. “Are you
serious? You scared me. I thought…” He shook his head. “Never mind what I
thought. Let’s get you back to bed.”
“No.” Tag looked at him
in the looking glass. “Tell me. What did you think?”
“I thought you hurt
yourself.”
“And that worried you?”
Walt felt himself being
sucked in to his patient. This gorgeous fireman who was injured in the line of
duty and, despite his haggard appearance, was the sexiest man he’d seen in a
very long time. He had to stop his mind from getting carried away and put some
professional distance between the two of them.
“You’re my patient. It’s
my job to take care of you.”
“Oh. Yeah. I know that.”
The patient he tried to
distance himself from suddenly seemed all too real. He could almost swear he
saw disappointment in his eyes. Had it been his imagination? What was it about
this man that made him off balance?
“So, are you ready to
get back in bed?”
He wanted to kick
himself for the way he worded the question. For some reason everything he said
seemed to come out wrong, have a different context or a hidden meaning, too.
“Can you help me get a
little cleaned up first? I feel like death warmed over.”
“Sure. Give me just a
second.”
Walt went out to the
cabinet adjacent to Tag’s bed and got two washcloths and a small, trial-size
bottle of their all-in-one soap. He then went back into the bathroom and set
the items down next to the sink.
“Here, let’s get you
seated back down while I warm up the water.”
He put down the lid
cover and helped Tag get settled on the seat before turning on the water. The
steam rose after only a minute, and he turned on the cold to adjust it to the
perfect temperature of hot, just not scalding.
Unfolding the washcloth
and laying it in the sink, he did his best to ignore the hairs which stood up
on the back of his neck. He was being watched. He could feel Tag’s eyes on him
as sure as he could feel the warmth of the water. Then he squirted a liberal
amount of soap into the wet washcloth and picked it up, squeezing the excess
water and allowing the suds to work into every inch of the terry cloth.
When he turned to look
at Tag he hadn’t been wrong. His chocolate-brown eyes were piercing him with an
intent stare. What he wouldn’t give to know what the man was thinking.
ADULT EXCERPT
Walt’s blue eyes pierced
his. Like an electric charge he could almost feel a jolt from the shocking way
they held his gaze. He nervously swallowed the lump which filled in his throat.
Anxiety washed over him as he considered the words he’d just said.
“Jesus, say something.”
“I–I’m not sure what to
say,” Walt answered.
He looked down in shame.
He was right. What did Tag really expect him to say anyway? Here the man was
just doing his job and taking care of a patient. Who the hell did he think he
was to…he stopped from chastising himself when he caught sight of what was
before him. There was a bump in Walt’s trousers. The thin fabric of his
hospital scrubs showed a definite protrusion.
His eyes shot back up at
Walt, whose expression showed embarrassment and confusion. Maybe Tag hadn’t
been wrong after all. At least not wrong about the attraction. He knew he
sensed something between them, despite the way they met and where they were.
He was torn with what to
do as they stayed motionless. Each of their eyes were fixed on the other’s as
that cloud of tension built around them. Even with his weak and sore body Tag
could still feel his lust for Walt building with every passing second.
Tag couldn’t help
himself. He hadn’t been this turned on by someone in…hell, he didn’t even know
how long. Had he ever been this turned on by someone before? His cock was
throbbing and was painfully hard underneath the thin hospital gown which
covered him. He raised his hand and touched the bump in Walt’s pants.
Jesus. He wasn’t wrong. Walt
cock was hard and growing harder by the second as he cupped him in his hand.
Tag wrapped his hand around the length of Walt’s dick through his pants. The
thick feel of his cock was Tag’s undoing. He forgot any sense of right or wrong
when he felt the powerful presence of a hard dick in his hands.
“Oh God, Tag. What are
we doing?” Walt whispered.
Tag looked up at his hot
nurse. The lust he saw mirrored his emotions. They both wanted each other.
Their attraction for one another was too strong to ignore. The truth of it was,
Tag didn’t want to ignore it. He wanted to embrace it, relish in it, and take
it for all it was worth.
“What we both want,” Tag
answered.
Walt’s chest heaved
underneath that pressure storm which was building around them. He looked scared
and nervous. Tag wanted to hold him, kiss him, and tell him not to worry, but
he was sure his breath left something to be desired.
He didn’t want to lose
this moment though. No way in hell would he take this kind of gift for granted.
It was just the two of them, no one else. Walt needed him. He could see it in
his striking, blue eyes. His physical condition mattered little. All Tag wanted
was to show him how sexy he was.
Tag lifted the hem of
Walt’s hospital shirt and placed a gentle but warm and wet kiss to his stomach.
His abdomen was sprinkled with dark, curly hairs which matched the color of the
hair on his head. His skin was fair just like the rest of him, but a four-inch
scar on his left side caught Tag’s attention. He trailed his tongue over it, lingering
over the puffy, pink skin which carried the mark of whatever surgery he had.
Tag reached around to
Walt’s ass. He cupped his cheeks and gently massaged them in each hand as he
continued to lavish kisses on the man’s flat stomach. He allowed himself to
enjoy the moment for a while longer before he slowly trailed his hands back to
the front.
He looked up at Walt and
stared into his eyes when he grabbed onto the drawstring of his pants. In the
short span of a few minutes his nurse’s cock had grown that much harder. It was
now standing at attention through his trousers, announcing to anyone who could
see that he was there and ready to fuck.
The idea shot through
his body and straight down to his already hard cock. He was so horny for this
man but couldn’t help himself from going slow and enjoying every second with
his nurse.
When the tie came loose
on Walt’s pants, Tag reached around and let his hands feel the bare skin of his
ass. His cheeks were so smooth and felt perfectly proportioned for his hands. Images
of having Walt bent over while he kissed his lover’s ass and licked his hole
only enticed his already raging desire.
Tag’s hunger for Walt’s
cock was growing with every passing second. He had his cock sucked more times
than he could count but had only done it to a few lovers in his entire life.
There was something about this man which made him ache to give him oral
pleasure. He felt famished, like nothing in the world could curb his appetite
like this man’s cock.
Impatience overcame him,
and suddenly he burst into action. He had to have him. He had to taste him.
Tag pulled at the
hospital scrubs which still annoyingly remaining in place, almost held up by
the erection which teased him. He yanked them down and watched in glorious
amazement as the thick, engorged flesh of Walt’s erection nearly hit him in the
face when it sprang free from its confines.
A drop of pre-cum sat on
the tip. It glistened in the dimly lit bathroom. It was a tease. No different
than dangling a meatball in front of a starving tiger.
“Jesus. You’re so
fucking beautiful,” Tag whispered while looking up at Walt.
“I–I’m so–I don’t
know–I’ve never.” Walt’s words came out in stutters. His face was flushed, and
his breaths were rapid.
“Baby, shh…it’s okay.
Let me take care of you.”
Thanks so much for having me today, Lexi! Still love that candle to my left! So romantic! :-)
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