Hood River Rat Read online K. Webster (Hood River Hoodlums #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Hood River Hoodlums Series by K. Webster
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Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 77992 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
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Jordy.

Hollis, sensing my somber mood, stops fucking with Roux and threads his fingers with mine. “It’s going to get better,” he assures me. “I promise.”

My heart lightens a little.

I believe him.

It has to.

Hollis

Six months later…

I yawn, checking my phone for the millionth time. He’s been gone for too long. The news is on, and I anxiously wait for some sort of coverage about tonight’s fire.

Nothing.

Nothing is good. Means there were no fatalities. It’s not breaking news, so they’ll just mention it on the news at ten.

Still, I worry.

One of the not-so-wonderful things about dating a volunteer firefighter.

While I wait for my hot fireman to get his ass home so I’ll stop worrying, I flip through the cable channels. Now that Roan works at the tire factory during the week, he’s pulling in consistent paychecks and can afford things like cable and a car.

A smile tugs at my lips when I think about his truck. This summer, we took it to Hood River more times than I can count just to fuck under the stars. Pretty romantic if you ask me. When we weren’t fucking, he taught me how to swim. I learned pretty damn quick considering the reward was him. Always him. Roux would die if she knew what sort of nefarious deeds we got up to when she was not around.

I wish she were around tonight. She’s spending the night with Charlotte. It makes the garage apartment pretty damn lonely. Mom tells me if I ever came home, I wouldn’t go stir-crazy when Roan was gone. I’m not interested, though. I like being here when he finally does drag in after putting out fires. I give him a proper hero’s welcome.

A car door slams outside and I jolt up in bed, craning my head to listen. Heavy footsteps thud up the stairs and then keys jangle. I fling the blanket off the bed and pad down the hall to greet my man. His exhausted amber eyes seek me out the moment he steps inside.

“Thank God you’re home,” I grumble, rushing over to him.

He hugs me tight, inhaling me. “Easy fire tonight. They think a copy machine overheated at the real estate office and caught fire.” He chuckles. “Mike used it as one of those finer teaching moments.”

I pull away to kiss his mouth. “Did you learn lots?”

“To keep my mouth shut when he’s on one of his tirades,” he says with a snort. “Otherwise, you earn toilet duty at the station.”

“Ew.”

“Hey, I know Mike better than anyone. My lips were sealed. Now Frank, on the other hand…”

“Poor Frank.”

“April didn’t feel sorry for him when we got back. She said most of the piss is his anyway because his aim sucks.”

We both laugh.

“You need a shower. Want me to make something to eat?”

“You could shower with me,” he says with a sly grin. “Then I could eat you.”

I grab his ass and squeeze. “You’re bad.”

“Only sometimes.”

“Mostly always.”

“How was class tonight?”

“Meh,” I grumble. “My professor is an idiot. I hate English.”

“Man, sucks to be you. Your last name is English and you hate English.”

I shrug as I pull away. “You could always fix that.”

“You can’t con me into a proposal, rat. I’m on to your sneaky games.”

“Dude, you literally asked me to check the drain last night in the shower so you could sneak attack me from behind. If anyone plays games, rat lover, it’s you.”

He smirks at me and starts shedding clothes on the way to the bathroom. “You like my games.”

“That’s debatable.”

“Get naked, Hollis. I’m dying to fuck you in the shower.”

I rip off my shirt and saunter into the bathroom after him. His eyes drag down to my scars on my stomach. I don’t disgust him, though. He seems relieved each time he sees them.

“Maybe I’d rather suck your dick,” I say with a wicked grin.

He turns on the water, bending his white ass over. I don’t miss the opportunity. Pouncing on him, I rub against him from behind.

“Or, I could just fuck you instead.”

He straightens and leans against my chest. My hands roam over his naked torso that’s all too ripped these days now that he’s volunteering at the fire station on nights and weekends and slinging tires at the factory during the day. All that physical labor has left him cut as fuck, and me reaping the benefits.

“Mmm,” I murmur, nipping at his ear. “Someone likes that idea.” I grip his cock and stroke him in a teasing way that makes him groan.

“You play dirty,” he complains.

I laugh when he shakes me off and steps into the shower. I finish shedding the rest of my clothes before joining him. We focus on cleaning each other and then our mouths fuse together. I’m always so relieved when he gets back from a fire.

“Did you take your medicine?” he asks, sensing my mood.


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