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

soon as I’d seen it; and, even better, it’d been on sale.
    I made it to the front door with my bathing suit, towel, and purse with only seconds to spare. Winter blared her horn, signaling she was there, and I barreled out of the door, only managing to lock one lock with the excitement of seeing Sebastian again.
    “Wow, you can nearly see your panties in those shorts!” Winter exclaimed as I slammed the door.
    “Yeah, if I were wearing any, that is.” I teased.
    Winter laughed, and I did the same. I knew better than to go without underwear. I also knew better than to wear dirty underwear.
    You wouldn’t believe how disgusting our job could be sometimes. Let’s just say that there would never be a time that I would found myself without panties. No matter what.
    “You’re such a liar. Now, put the address into the GPS. I’m gonna get lost without it.” Winter instructed.
    Thirty-six minutes and two wrong turns later, we were pulling up to freakin paradise. No, really. It was named ‘ Paradise .’ Or the street was anyway. It was really off the beaten path, too. If it weren’t for the GPS and Shiloh’s instructions on how to get there, we’d have been beyond lost.
    “Holy shit. This house is awesome.” I breathed, as Winter found a spot off the side of the driveway.
    It was what you would call magnificent. It reminded me a lot of my parents’ home. The only thing different was the lakeside view.
    Sebastian’s house sat in a flat field at the top of a hill. You could see the lake down the hill from his home. The house was one story with stone finishing. The porch wrapped around the entire length of the house. Further down the hill was where the party must be being held. He had a large gazebo type thing with a dock that led about thirty feet into the lake with another large floating deck.
    “How the hell does a firefighter afford this place?” I wondered aloud.
    “Shiloh said he was single and didn’t have a place when he was in the Marines. When he moved back, he stayed in a rental property that their father owned. He bought this place about a year ago.” Winter said as she shut the truck off and opened her door.
    That hadn’t been what I was expecting explanation wise. I imagined that he was a criminal that led a double life as a firefighter. In his off time, he pedaled flesh and had a titty bar he laundered money out of.
    Willing the butterflies that were assaulting my tummy to stop fluttering so goddamned bad, I opened the door and hopped down. Sadly, my sense of balance was off, as always, and I landed awkwardly. I threw my hand out, managing to stop myself before I did a face dive by planting my hand on top of a sharp rock. The hand that caught me split open, and I knew instantly that I’d done something bad.
    “Son of a bitch.” I growled as I lifted my hand to survey the damage.
    The cut wasn’t too bad, but it was already bleeding. “Damn. Piss. Shit. Hell.”
    “Jesus, what the hell?” Winter asked once she reached my side of the car.
    “Cut myself. You got any napkins in there?” I asked, gesturing towards Winter’s massive purse.
    “I’ve got a pad.” Winter smiled widely.
    I hung my head, but accepted the pad with an extended hand. Winter laughed as I unwrapped it, wiped the blood that had run down my hand, and then placed it over the welling cut before making a fist to put pressure on the wound.
    “Well, that’s one use for it.” Winter teased, as she grabbed my bag and we walked towards the party.
    Although the front door was open, I’d thought it’d be best to make sure it was okay with Sebastian before I just started going through his house looking for bandages.
    Then my heart sank in my chest as I finally spotted him among the masses.
    He was sitting on the gazebo, shirtless, with his black cap sitting firmly atop his head. His chest was bare, revealing the lovely ab muscles I’d been dreaming about for over two weeks. His bottoms were a pair of jeans that were so