Chapter 30: The One I Found

Now all he had to do was get that damn courage to ask her out.

Their picture messages quickly turned into video calls.

Wow...the way she looked when the conversation had taken a dirty route. He didn't think there were any words to do her justice. The second she started pulling up her shirt, he'd been hard. Rock hard. He didn't think he'd ever seen his díck get so big before. He wouldn't have been surprised if she'd managed to force another half an inch from him, if that was even possible.

They were the best tits he'd seen in his whole life.

And she'd gotten so fucking wet for him, holy shít. His cóck ached to give her what she needed. She was desperate for it, just like he was. He made sure to watch how she stroked herself, wanting to learn every spot that made her moan. He stored it away in his memory. That way, he'd have an advantage if he ever got to touch her in real life. 

He noticed how she preferred using two fingers instead of one, and how she kept the circles she drew around herself tight and fast. Her sexy hips would thrust every time her finger tips would brush directly against the tip of her exposed clit.

He couldn't wait for those fingers to be his.

And he silently promised them both that the next time he called her, he'd have the courage to ask her out. Albeit It didn't stop him from worrying. He was still paranoid that they could lose everything they had by meeting up. What if it turns out they don't actually get along? What if they weren't as attracted to each other?

But he was willing to take that risk because he knew what they were currently doing wasn't going to quench his thirst for her for much longer.

The morning after their naughty video call, she texted him, telling him her plans to go shopping with her Mum and room-mate Zach. He told her to have fun.

Yeah, he knew who Zach was. When he'd first found out she lived with a guy, he wasn't too happy.

Okay, that's putting it lightly. He was actually jealous as hell, not that he would admit it. But then she told him about Zach, her best friend who was in the same line of work as her. He was also gay. Big relief there.

A few hours later during his lunch break, he'd gotten another message from Sara. This time it was a picture. A very sexy picture of her in pink underwear, presumably in a shops dressing room. She followed up with text explaining that she was buying them for him.

Julian's mouth watered and he had to close it before he started catching flies. Luckily, no one noticed the budge in his pants and he quickly sent her a reply.

Baby...what am I going to do with you? You've got me so hard right now. Naughty girl x.

She didn't reply.

A little while later, after they'd been alerted about a serious car accident and arrived on scene, he found out why.

The moment he'd laid eyes on her, it felt like his world had ended. Blood soaked the side of her face and she was very obviously out of it. The pain, confusion, loss, utter devastation, and struggle to make sense of the situation broke his heart into two. He wanted to climb into the car with her and hold her. Keep her safe. But he couldn't.

So he did the next best thing and stayed with her while his colleagues got to work.

"You're going to be fine, baby," he whispered to her, hand gently brushing her hair. "I'm right here. I'm going to take care of you, okay? Every things going to be fine."

She couldn't hear him. She'd been unconscious for ten minutes now. He held back his tears.

When they finally managed to get the doors off, the paramedics took over and he had to leave her side. His fist was clenched in front of his mouth, teeth digging into the knuckle of his thumb so hard that it hurt but he didn't stop.

"Who is she to you, son?" His good friend Jack Murphy questioned. He was the oldest fire-fighter on the team with kind blue eyes and white-grey hair with matching beard. He was also probably the closest thing Julian had to a father figure, having lost both his parents at a young age.

"She's, uh," he cleared his throat, removing his hand from his mouth. "She's my girl."

"I'm sorry," Jack said to him softly, placing a comforting hand on his back. He then frowned. "I didn't know you were seeing anyone but it explains the extra bounce you've had in your step recently."

"We weren't-not quite." How the hell did he explain this one? "I was working up the courage to ask her out."

What if he was too late?

No, he told himself inwardly. He can't be.

Julian watched as they safely removed her from the car and placed her onto a stretcher. Immediately they started going over a bunch of medical shit he couldn't understand, and he didn't try to. He kept his attention on her face. Her eyes, mostly. Begging them to open but they didn't. Not once.

"Well, she's got the best chance out of all of them, son."

Julian nodded. He knew this. He has attend enough car accidents to know she's got a better chance than her Mum or her friend (Zach he assumed). He hoped that they were all going to be fine because he can't imagine how hard it'll be for her to lose either of them like this.

But her Mum...it really didn't look good.

"I'm gonna go to the hospital. Wait for her to wake up," Julian informed him, getting his head together long enough to decide his next move.

Jack patted his back. "Go."