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ready to think that far ahead.

Dre took the distraction and slid his hands under my sweatpants. “Ten minutes to get off, ten to clean up and get in uniform.”

We ended up naked on Dre’s bed, his legs spread open for me, and our cocks rubbing together. I devoured his mouth, savoring the flavor of Dre and coffee on my tongue, as I took both shafts in my fist. “Give me your hand.”

Dre wrapped his hand around mine and we stroked together.

Voices in the hallway urged us along, both Dre and I laughing into the kiss as we jerked ourselves off and attempted to stay quiet. “Come for me,” I murmured against his mouth.

When Dre’s groans got louder, I captured his lips again and slid my tongue deep, absorbing his grunts and moans as our fists stroked faster and faster.

Dre tensed in my arms as his cock throbbed and shot hot, thick ropes over our fingers. With his dick pulsing in my hand, my own release washed over me. Pulling back to watch our cum mix together on his stomach, I shuddered before collapsing on top of Dre and kissing him deeply.

“Two minutes to spare,” Dre said with a laugh.

By the time we wiped ourselves off and pulled on our uniforms, the awkwardness of the morning had eased.

“Well, I got here early to run on the treadmill, but that cardio was a lot more fun,” I said with one last kiss.

“I only got here early to bitch at you about not wanting my coffee,” Dre said with a smirk. “But I’ll take getting off with you every damn morning.”

As we left our room and began our day, I pushed aside my concerns about how to deal with the changes taking place between Dre and me. The sex was amazing, we were taking baby steps toward being friends, and we could enjoy what we had for as long as it worked for both of us.

“Shit, man, what is up with these calls this week?” Dre muttered as we wrapped up a drop-off at the emergency room. “Did someone piss off the medical emergency gods? Is Mercury in retrograde? Full moon? I don’t know if I can take another one with a damn baby in danger.”

Four days earlier, we’d been called out for a baby who had stopped breathing. Doing CPR on an infant while his shell-shocked mother rode in the rig, clad in only the t-shirt, sweats, and slippers she’d had on when we arrived, watching in hopeful horror was a situation I’d always dreaded being in. It was just as bad in real life as it had been in my nightmares. I’d gotten the baby breathing again and the oxygen flowing, but carrying that baby into the emergency room, watching him struggle to breathe, and wondering if he’d be okay was something I never wanted to do again. The fear and pain on that bedraggled mom’s face would haunt me.

Two days ago, Dre and I had taken an extra shift and ended up called out multiple times for random, easy shit. But the final call of the shift had been a twenty-eight weeks pregnant woman who had been a backseat passenger t-boned on her side of the car. The driver had lacerations and pain from the airbag, the other two passengers were shaken, but the mom-to-be had started having contractions after the accident. Another bus took the driver while Dre and I got the pregnant patient loaded up and delivered to the emergency room.

“At least we know the baby is doing better and the pregnant lady’s contractions stopped,” I offered. The baby had aspiration pneumonia along with RSV, but he’d been sedated and put on the vent and was making progress already. The mom-to-be had spent a night hooked up to monitors and fluids, but she and the baby were both doing fine and she was released to go home and hopefully stay pregnant for at least ten to twelve more weeks.

“Yeah, it’s good to have connections at the hospital,” Dre said. He narrowed his eyes and assessed me as he headed the rig back to the station. “Who’d you get your information from? Was it that PICU resident who always gives you the flirty eyes?”

I laughed. “Maybe. But what’s it matter? Better to know both calls ended well, right?”

“We did agree to be monogamous during whatever this is, right?” Dre gestured between us as he drove.

“We did. Plus, I don’t offer sexual favors for updates on patients. I’ve never slept with Dr. Rosen.” My cheeks heated.

“Let me guess, though, he was happy to buy you a few drinks and let you blow him in a bathroom stall late one night at an upscale gay bar a couple towns over?” Dre asked drily.

It was my turn to narrow my eyes. “How’d you know?”

Dre shot a duh look my way. “Looks like Dr. Rosen has a type.”

I scoffed, ignoring the way my gut twisted at the thought of Dre on his knees for anyone but me. “Hot, Black, and beneath him?” What the fuck? We’d agreed to monogamy for this little tryst, but where in the hell was the jealousy coming from?

Dre laughed. “He probably got off extra hard knowing he had a lowly EMT sucking him off.”

“You do suck dick like a champ,” I teased, hoping to clear my chest of the strange feelings I had about Dre with Dr. Rosen.

“I’m not picky.” Dre smiled and shrugged. “EMTs, paramedics, nurses, doctors. Have dick, will suck.”

I laughed. “I’ll hold you to that later.”

“I definitely need some decompression time, this last call was rough, man.” Dre parked the bus and we climbed out, ready to do our checks and restocks.

“Yeah, it was,” I answered quietly. We’d been called out for a toddler found unresponsive in a family pool. Despite our best efforts, we’d not been able to get the baby breathing again before we got to the hospital. Handing off our patient to the hospital staff, watching them take over resuscitation

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