Fighting for Love (Boston Love 2)

Finn.

They way that dimple popped out when he laughed. Or the seductive way he barely lifted the corner of his mouth when he flirted with me.

My hand moved faster.

His kiss.

Those lips.

The way he tasted like pure heaven. What would it feel like to have those lips kiss every inch of my body?

My legs trembled as my orgasm rushed through my body and I whispered out his name.

“Finn.”

Chapter 9

Rory

Married to my job

Russell and I walked into Engine 17, and I couldn’t help but notice how he pushed out his chest a tad bit more. It was obvious he was threatened by these men.

Rolling my eyes, I shook my head.

Men.

“Now, Rory, let me handle this.”

I didn’t utter a word. If Russell thought he could do better than I could, he was more than welcome to take the lead.

He walked up to a firefighter and cleared his throat. “Excuse me, is your captain available to speak with us?”

The firefighter looked Russell up and down and frowned. “Who wants to know?” he asked in a thick Boston accent.

Standing behind Russell to his right, I stood there attempting to hide my grin.

“I’m Russell McCormick, and this is Rory Adams. We’re with the Adams, Burks, and Monroe law firm.”

When the firefighter lifted his brow and shot Russell an I-don’t-give-a-damn-who-you-are look, I stepped up closer. I glanced down at his shirt, and smiled.

“Good morning, Lieutenant. We really hope that we’re not intruding on your morning schedule. Our law firm represents the Boston Fire Fighters union, as well as Mr. Robert Long. We’d like to be able to speak with a few of you about Mr. Long. Is your cap in?”

The guy looked me over. I had purposely dressed in a tight skirt today. Not to mention the fact that my shirt showed a bit more cleavage than usual. I’d been around firefighters my whole life. If there was one thing I knew about them…it was that they could be like putty in a woman’s hands, even the married ones. Yet I’d never once had one misbehave, which spoke volumes to me about these men.

“No intrusion at all, ma’am. Anybody here to help our boy is welcome. Let me go let Captain Riggs know you’re here.”

With a bigger smile, I replied, “Thank you so much, Lieutenant…”

“Hendricks, ma’a

m. Just call me Hendricks.”

I nodded. “Thank you, Hendricks.”

He turned and took off up the stairs. Trying to contain my smile, I glanced over to Russell. The look on his face alone was priceless.

“How did you know he was a lieutenant? And I thought there were only fire captains.”