Lights to My Siren by Lani Lynn Vale Read Free Book Online

thinking about the man. I’d wake up drenched with sweat, and doing things under my sheets that I’d only done in the deepest, darkest nights.
    The first day I’d woken with my fingers buried in my slick heat, I’d immediately withdrawn them and acted as if things didn’t even happen. However, by the end of that day I was positively vibrating with need, and when I’d woken on the second day doing the same exact thing, I’d masturbated to memories of him.
    On the third day, I woke up spent and knew I needed to do something to get this shit out of my system. I couldn’t function like this. It was affecting my work, and the damn man hadn’t even made a move towards me. It was especially awkward doing it in the shared room I stayed in at work. At least there were bunks and not twin beds side by side. It was thoroughly embarrassing.
    “What are you thinking about, Roberts? Your face is flushed.” Bowe teased me as he walked past to the kitchen beyond where I was sitting.
    “It’s this freakin’ show you all have me watching. Jesus, do you see his mother lovin’ abs?” I said, fanning my face and hoping that he didn’t look into my eyes.
    A commotion from the main entrance had us all turning and watching as the other firefighters, the ones not in charge of dinner or bathroom detail, came in from playing kickball along the side of the building. They were sweaty and nasty and, of course, every single fucking one of them had to pass by me and run their sweaty arms or faces along my back.
    Nasty little fuckers. “Quit!” I wailed trying to dodge the sweatiness.
    “What the hell are we watching this for?” Taima sneered as he saw what we were watching.
    Tai was a hoot. He was a very easygoing person, and I knew for a fact that he didn’t really have a problem with what we were watching. He’d sat there and had a conversation about all the books with me, even though it was targeted for the female persuasion. He was, however, an instigator to the extreme. He was the type of person who’d throw in a comment here and there, inciting the growing argument that he’d instigated in the first place.
    He was fucking gorgeous.
    He had deeply tanned skin, regardless of the season or sun exposure. His hair was silky and black with a spattering of gray at the edges near his ears, even though he was only twenty nine years old; most of the time it was styled short and spiky. His eyes were a nearly translucent green that were positively hypnotic. His muscles were not overly large, but defined and honed to precision. He was around six feet and so freaking smart it was hard to keep up with him sometimes.
    Boos filled the air and I smothered the smile that was trying to overtake my face. “It’s my four hours to have the remote. There’s a list, remember?” I indicated said list with a point of my fingers.
    The boys groaned, and that smile I was trying to smother slipped free. “What? You boys don’t like Twilight?”
    “They’re going to get you back for this, Huckleberry.” Tai laughed as he took a seat beside me.
    “Why do you keep calling me that?” I asked, giving him my full attention.
    I’d asked before, but he’d told me he’d never tell. I’d looked the nickname form of the name up and found out it meant ‘friend’ or ‘sweetheart.’ Therefore I didn’t complain about being called the weirdest nickname on the planet.
    “What are you doing there?” He asked curiously.
    I looked down to the page I was studying and my eyes bulged when I saw that I’d written Sebastian’s name all over it like a damn teenager. I turned the page and hoped that he hadn’t seen it, and then explained. “I have an ACLS class to take next week. Figure I’d read the book again in case they ask me something trivial instead of the important stuff we know by heart.
    ACLS stood for ‘ advanced cardiac life support ,’ and we had to take it every two years. I’d worked so many calls over my career that I could look at a