Eric Layton is used to being awakened by the phone. Firefighters are always on call.

When his phone rings in the middle of the night, he’s halfway to the door before he realizes that it isn’t his chief calling him in for an out of control fire. The woman on the other end, however, is a little out of control, and in fact a lot drunk. Before he can explain that he’s not her brother, her cell phone cuts out. His conscience won’t let him leave the woman waiting, but is he prepared for the chemistry that flares once the stranger climbs into his truck?

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“Why don’t you tell me your address so I can take you home?”

She rattled it off, detailed the recipe for a slippery nipple, and reminded him again that she’d dropped her gum on the asphalt. He had to promise her that he didn’t step in it before she clapped a few times like a two-year-old at a birthday party, then she froze.

“Oh … oh no.” Her mouth dropped open, and she covered it, like a little kid caught sneaking cookies. “Uh oh.”

Eric smiled. “What’s the matter?” He stopped at the light on the corner and looked over at her.

“I need to tinkle.”

Eric screeched to a stop at the closest all-night convenience store. From the way she squirmed in the seat, he thought she might not make it, and he’d end up with a mess in his truck. She tried to get out of the truck before releasing her seatbelt, and he laughed out loud watching through the store windows while she wiggled and danced through the aisles toward the restroom. A few minutes later, she emerged, then spent some time in one of the aisles before making a purchase at the counter.

She weaved back to the truck, swinging a small plastic bag, and wearing a big smile. “I bought more bubble gum!” She pressed the bag against the passenger window and pointed at the pink package inside. “Bubble gum,” she enunciated, waiting for his nod before twirling around with her arms in the air.

It took her a few tries to get the door open, but she finally flung it wide and announced, “Bubble gum! Brand new and strawberry flavored. Want some?”

“No thanks. I’m not a big fan of bubble gum. We need to get you home.”

She settled in her seat. “And you’ll tuck me in, right? You promised.” There was that sexy laugh again.

“I never promised—oh shit.”

Her hand trailed a path from his knee to his hip then back down again. Eric gripped the steering wheel. The image of her tight ass, covered only with a thin strip of pink lace, flashed through his mind. He sucked air through his teeth.

“If you’re my big brother’s friend, you must be a pretty good guy.” She dropped the bag of gum onto the floorboard, and crawled across the seat. “I didn’t know my brother had any cute friends. What’s your name again? Joe?”

He didn’t correct her. It didn’t matter. He’d just take her home and drive away. “Sit down, Josie. Get your seatbelt on.” Eric refused to look at her. He stared at the splattered bug on his windshield. “Anyone waiting up for you?”

“Are you up for me?” She rubbed him through the seam of his jeans, and his cock started to pull on his pubes.

The bug started to blur, so he blinked until it came back into focus. Like a naughty child, his cock disobeyed direct orders and continued to grow stiff. Refusing to give the convenience store cameras a show, Eric shoved his truck into reverse and then continued down the street.

“How will I ever thank you for the ride?” She spoke into his ear, her breath sending a wave of shivers down his spine.

Not much farther. Thank God. “Sit down. I don’t want to get pulled over.”

“Just pull over then. And I’ll sit on your lap.” She cupped his balls, and Eric swerved.

“Shit.”

“Mm, you like that. I can tell.”

Yeah, it was pretty obvious, when his cock throbbed for more attention. “We’re almost there. Sit back, Joanne.” He tried to keep his voice steady, but his gut had clenched with each stroke of her hand.

“Say please,” she licked his earlobe.

“Fuck … please.”

She giggled. “You said ‘fuck, please’.” She settled in beside him, and even slid her knee on top of his. “Mm, I think slippery nipples make me horny.”

That was a visual he didn’t need right now. “Alcohol makes every woman horny.” God, he wished she’d stop licking his earlobe. Or maybe just a little lower. Her breath in his ear sent shivers down his spine.

“Really? No wonder why all the guys were buying me drinks and stuff.” She rubbed up against him, her nipples poking through her bra and T-shirt hard enough for him to feel. He tried like hell to ignore her pumping hips reflected in the windshield. “Ever had a slippery nipple, Joe?” she whispered.

It took superhuman strength, and he figured he’d be canonized, but he was able to move her hand off of his lap, settle it onto hers and pin it there.

Her apartment complex came into view. Almost done, Eric. Focus. He parked and unlocked the door. “Here we go. Time to sleep it off, Josie.” She needed to get the hell out of his truck before he put her hand back on his dick.

“Okey dokey, Joe.” She turned toward the door, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief, she turned back and went straight for his crotch. “But first I want to play with you.”

“Jesus.” The back of his head hit the headrest, and he white-knuckled the door handle. Thirty seconds. He’d let her play for thirty seconds, then he’d stop her. She pressed her palm against his ridge, then dragged slowly down. Nope. Won’t make it.

His traitorous arm actually protested with a tremor when he forced her hand away again. He dug her keys out of his pocket and pressed them into her palm. “Here ya go. Let Kevin know your car is still at The Ranger. Which apartment is yours?”

“Six-B.”

He ducked to look through his windshield. He found the door, and noticed the lights were all out, including the one by the front door. Damn, he didn’t like that.

“It’s an ‘fish-en-see’,” she went on. “Know what efficiency means, Joe?”

“Yeah, I know what that means.”

“It means cheap-ass-crappy puny place for losers who live alone. But guess what, Joe? It’s all I can afford, and now I can’t even…” Her face crumbled. Those big blue eyes suddenly heavy with tears. “I lost my job today.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. My boyfriend fired me. Right before he broke up with me. Or maybe after. Actually, it might have been at the same time, I can’t remember.” She stared at the keys in her hand, turning them over before clutching them tight enough to leave a mark. “Dumb to date your boss. My mom told me that. I don’t listen I guess.”

“Shit. I’m sorry, Josie.”

Her voice changed. No longer cheerful and fun, it had dropped to a low rumble that he had to strain to hear. “Yeah, well Kevin told me I’d feel better if I went out for a few drunks … drinks with some friends. They were all busy though, so I went by my–” she sniffed, “by myself.”

No tears. Please. Eric could fight a mean fire. He could drag a three-hundred-pound man down four flights of stairs, but he was weak as fuck when it came to a woman’s tears. He gave her arm a friendly slug. “But you had fun anyway, right?”

She didn’t answer, she just stared at her keys. When a tear rolled off her nose and splashed onto them, she reached up to wipe her eyes.

Fuck. Eric shut off the engine. How the hell had he gotten involved? Although he was used to his sleep being interrupted, he’d been looking forward to a good solid eight-hour stretch. He figured he could just drop the woman off, watch her walk inside, and then drive away. He didn’t need this shit, but glancing over at her in his passenger seat, he knew he was already committed. This was someone’s kid sister, someone’s best friend. Someone’s daughter.

Strength of body to deliver to safety all those placed within my care.

“Come on, let’s get you tucked in.”