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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  COPYRIGHT

  Also by Teagan Kade:

  DEDICATION

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

  EPILOGUE

  LONG GAME

  Striker

  Teagan Kade

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  Published by Teagan Kade

  Edited by Sennah Tate

  Copyright © 2017 by Teagan Kade

  COPYRIGHT

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  Also by Teagan Kade:

  HUSTLE

  LAWLESS

  LONG GAME

  DIRTY DEBT

  LOADED

  AMPED

  DRILLED

  DIRTY BRAWLER

  WRECKED

  SLAMMED

  STROKER

  STRIKER

  THROTTLE

  ROYALLY WRONG

  HITCHED

  CHASING STORM

  DEDICATION

  For Kit. You’re still the king of my north.

  CHAPTER ONE

  LACEY

  Judging by the décor and general lack of warmth, I don’t know if this is an esteemed fire academy or a state penitentiary.

  A guy, quite naked, goes running past us down the hall.

  Make that a zoo.

  Captain Jennings shakes his head beside me. “First week and the Kool-Aid’s out already. A lot of these guys think this is some sort of frat-house freak show, but come tomorrow morning they’re going to find out it’s anything but.” He stops by a door. “Here we are.”

  I note the number on it is sixty-nine.

  Figures.

  The Captain slides a key into the lock and opens the door, ushering me through. The room is small, utilitarian, but given what I grew up in it may as well be the Taj Mahal.

  “So, what do you think?” asks the Captain, framed by the doorway.

  “It’s great. Thank you,” I smile back.

  The Captain leans against the doorway playing with a loose thread on the brim of his Pemberton Fire Academy Instructor cap. “I have to apologize again about the arrangements. We had a room on the other side of campus all prepped, but this year’s intake was bigger than expected.”

  I pull the curtains open and look out the window. “It’s fine, really.”

  “I know you’re stuck in Testosterone Land here,” continues the Captain, “but there’s a female bathroom down the hall that’s all yours—ten or more showers you can take your pick of. Besides, any of these assholes give you trouble, you just come knocking on my door, okay?”

  “Yes, Captain,” I reply. “I grew up in a town where males outnumbered females three to one. I think I’ll be okay.”

  He flicks the brim of his cap. “That’s the spirit. Do you need a hand bringing your things down?”

  “No, sir.”

  He hands me the key. “Alright then, Miss Nelson. Welcome to the Hot House.”

  He nods and leaves.

  I close the door and take a seat on the bed, the excitement of others echoing down the hallway.

  I breathe in. I breathe out.

  You sure about this, Lacey?

  Now I’m here, I’m not so sure.

  I take out my cell, my finger hovering over the screen. It would only take one call.

  No. Not today.

  I slide the cell back into my pocket and stand, heading back out into the hallway, and bang smack into…

  Penis.

  Like, a lot of penis. I’m talking the Empire State of shlongs, the Pecker King. There’s no other way to describe it.

  Penis Dude stands there with his hands on his hips, looking down where I’ve just collided with his appendage-slash-trouser snake, and he’s grinning. His smug, chiselled, surprisingly perfect features are actually grinning at me.

  I literally leap back in shock.

  He continues to stand there in his birthday suit like it’s the most natural thing in the world, like I should get onto my knees and worship his Adonis-like perfection.

  I punch him in the chest instead.

  I have no idea why I do this. It’s simply a reflex.

  There’s only one problem: he’s got a brick wall for a body.

  It’s like I’ve tickled him with a feather, his smirk widening.

  He looks down at his eight-pack and lifts his head, honey-amber eyes aflame. “If you wanted to touch, all you had to do was ask.”

  My mouth actually drops. “Excuse me?”

  He takes hold of his dick and shakes it at me. “Don’t be scared. He doesn’t bite… much.”

  And he winks. This arrogant, mold-cast caricature of a man actually has the balls to wink as if it’s a kind of kinky punctuation mark.

  Oh, no. No, no, no you don’t.

  I step up to him, which is to say his pecs given I’m half his height. I poke him right in what appears to be an eyes-with-wings tattoo, though it could be Spongebob Squarepants for all I know, and do my best to avoid the swinging pendulum that is his super-penis. “Look…” I realize I don’t know his name.

  “Payton,” he grins, “but you can call me whatever the fuck you want.”

  “Look, Payton. I don’t know why you’re naked—”

  “I heard you’re the only female in the intake this year.” He glances down at his cock. “I thought you’d appreciate a personal introduction.”

  I ignore him. “I don’t know what kind of Sigma Alpha asshole-fest you’re fresh from, but none of this is going to fly with me, comprendo?”

  He lets go of his dick to throw his arms wide. “Or what? Hate to tell you this, but you’re no million-dollar baby. That jab was foreplay where I’m from.”

  I’ve met my share of entitled jocks before, but this guy is taking it to a whole new level.

  I take a step back before his thing takes my eye out. “I’m here to study, train… You know, like an adult.”

  He shrugs, his eyes dropping to take me in. “That’s a shame, because a body like that was built for adult activities.”

  I look down at his cock and immediately begin to blush, averting my eyes.

 
Why must you betray me so, body?

  ‘Payton’ thrusts his hips out. “No, go on. Take a nice, long, hard look.”

  I step back into my room and prepare to slam the door. My stuff can wait. “Goodbye.”

  He places his hand on the door, holding it open. “Nice to meet you too, neighbor.”

  He lets go and I manage to close the door, standing with my back against it breathing hard, my little ham of a heart beating wildly, but why? Because of Mr. Universe out there?

  Never. Going. To. Happen, I tell myself. Never. Ever. Ever.

  I hear the door to the room next door and suddenly catch the meaning of his last word.

  Crap.

  It wasn’t a figure of speech.

  A double knock on the wall confirms it.

  “Feel free to pop over any time,” comes his muffled voice. “The first one’s free.”

  I look to the ceiling, but there’s no divine being there to save me.

  Lacey, what the hell have you gotten yourself into?

  *

  The zoo becomes a jungle come night. Given the thump, thump beside my head, I’m pretty sure my delightful neighbor is mating some poor girl, but the question is who given I’m the only female joining the academy this year.

  You sure it’s a girl? my head questions.

  But there’s no doubt. The alpha-hetero vibes Payton were giving off were practically impregnating me standing still. And the way those golden eyes slid over my body, eye-sexing me like a pro. No, he knows what he’s doing, alright.

  Not to mention his… organ. I close my eyes and it’s all I see, like my own personal, glowing penis night light to lull me to sleep.

  But penis or not, I am here to learn. I’ve never been defeated by anything or anyone, and Pemberton Fire Academy is not going to be the first thing to beat me. I cannot be broken. It’s simply not in my nature. In sixteen weeks, I’m going to leave this place top of my class. I’m going to be a firefighter if it’s the last damn thing I do.

  I wake early and hit the cafeteria before the masses, heading back to my room to run through the course material one final time. As Dad used to say, ‘By failing to prepare, you are preparing to fail.’

  I’m first into the hall, standing patiently at ease while the rest of the class filters in—twenty guys of varying levels of physical fitness. I ignore their glances and whispered conversation. Let them joke. We’ll see who’s laughing in a week.

  A blown whistle snaps everyone to silence.

  A familiar face enters. Captain Jennings has to be close to seven feet tall and solid. He wears a black shirt and cargo pants, combat boots tied high around his ankles.

  He stands before us and scrutinizes a clipboard. “The following names, please step forward. Martinez, Anderson, King, Harris, and Cox.”

  Four guys step forward looking between one another.

  The far doors swing wide, Payton entering still pulling on his tee.

  “And who might you be, son?” queries the Captain.

  Payton comes huffing to a stop beside me. “Payton Cox, sir.”

  “You will refer to me as Captain, or the Stairmaster 5000. I don’t really give a shit which.”

  “Yes, Captain,” corrects Payton, standing right beside me with that perpetual smirk on his face.

  The man-giant checks his watch. “You’re eighty-six seconds late, Mr. Cox. Want to tell me why?”

  “I was brushing my hair, Captain. I wanted to look my best for you.”

  Sporadic laughter follows from the others.

  The Captain stands with his legs apart. “Step forward, smartass.”

  Clipboard behind his back, the Captain stalks the line of five guys, speaking in tight, punctuated syllables. “Welcome, Class 2B, to the Pemberton Fire Academy, AKA the Hot House. We are the Top Gun of US fire academies, which means you’re going through the wringer five ways to Sunday.” He takes a step forward. “We are a pa-ra-mi-li-ta-ry organization. We are not the Navy SEALS, but come week sixteen you’re going to wish you had signed up for frogman school, because being a firefighter is the greatest calling on earth. Be damn sure we’re not going to let just anyone into that hallowed company.”

  Payton turns and winks at me. It takes all the willpower I have not to flip him the bird.

  “Now,” continues the Captain, pacing before the guys who have stepped forward, “I hear you bitches,” he spots me in the line, “no offence to our female recruit, had a bit of fun yesterday in what would appear to be a freshman ritual of some sort, partying and horsing around. Well, wake up call, boys. This is not college.” He stops before a spindly-looking redhead. “What’s your name, son?”

  “Jackson King, Captain Sir Master Chief Sir,” he barks back, saluting as he says it.

  The Captain nods calmly. He looks to the rest of us. “We’re still in the first five minutes and we’ve already established a class clown.” He looks back to Jackson. “You’re going to regret that, son. Get down and give me twenty.”

  Jackson looks confused. “Twenty?”

  “Push-ups!” yells the captain. “On your fucking hands NOW!”

  I’ve never seen anyone hit the ground so fast.

  “You other shitheads,” the Captain barks to the four remaining guys, “get down there and join him.” He points to Payton. “An extra ten for you for showing up late, and another ten on top of that for the wise crack.”

  Payton gets down and starts doing push-ups one-handed, smiling as he does it.

  The Captain doesn’t pay him any attention, speaking to the rest of us. “You want to fool around, you do it on your own time, but while you are here you are mine. Do. You. Understand?”

  “Yes, Captain,” we reply.

  “Hands behind your backs, feet apart.”

  We get into position.

  The boys finish their push-ups, Jackson struggling through it.

  “Back into line!” The Captain begins to pace again. “Firefighting is not a solo game. You are in this together. Should you make it through these next sixteen weeks, you will go on to join a new family, but you will never forget the family standing around you right here, right now. Take a good, long look at one another.”

  Payton looks down my cleavage. “Yes, sir,” he whispers.

  I stare straight ahead, my cheeks quietly burning.

  “You will all be assigned a partner to train with. You will have their back and they will have yours. One of you fails, you both fail.”

  Payton leans over, his hot breath enveloping my ear. “You better stay out of sight.”

  “Why’s that?” I whisper back, not about to be intimidated by this sorry excuse for a human being. “Scared I’ll show you up?”

  His smirk widens. “Because training’s going to be tricky if you’re giving me a hard-on all day.”

  I’m about to give him another knuckle sandwich, but I manage restraint.

  “Something you two want to share with the class?” says the Captain, looking at us.

  “No, Captain,” Payton replies. “We were just acquainting ourselves.”

  “Good,” the Captain replies, “consider yourself partners.”

  “No!” I protest, louder than I mean to.

  “No?” the Captain laughs. “Recruit, ‘no’ is not a word we use around here. Bra and panties or not, you’re not going to get any special treatment from me.”

  “I wasn’t—”

  “Enough!” he shouts.

  I stand there fuming. If this idiot beside me has just jeopardized my place here, I’m going to tear him limb from limb, starting with that fire hose of his.

  “Works for me,” Payton purrs.

  The Captain walks over, lowering his voice and checking his clipboard. “Ms. Nelson, is it?”

  I clear my throat before speaking. “Yes, Captain.”

  “You’re going to have to head down to the admin office.”

  “Now?”

  “That’s right. Come back to class when you’re done.”

  I
nod and start to walk away.

  “Ooooo,” comes the coo at my back, soon silenced by the Captain.

  The woman behind the admin desk looks up at me when I arrive. “Lacey Nelson?”

  “Yes.”

  She places a slip of paper on the desk between us, stabbing at it with a pen. “There was a problem with your first payment here.”

  I look down. I feign surprise. “It was declined?”

  “It was,” comes the curt reply.

  I shake my head in disbelief. “It must be a problem with the bank,” I lie. “I’ll call them right away.”

  No doubt used to excuses, the woman smiles back at me. “We’ll need that payment by the end of the week—cash, check, or card. We accept them all. If we don’t receive payment, I’m afraid your place here will be cancelled.”

  “I understand,” I reply, turning and walking away wondering how the hell I’m going to come up with that kind of money. I thought I might have some leeway, a grace period, but a week? I’m going to need a freakin’ miracle.

  I pass by a security guard outside. I recall passing him as I came in yesterday.

  “Hey,” he says, “everything okay?”

  I hold up the slip of paper. “Money troubles.”

  “Trouble with your fees?”

  I nod. “’Fraid so. I guess it’s a bit more expensive than I realized.”

  He pushes off the wall and comes over, looking down the hall and back. He lowers his voice. “I might be able to help.”

  CHAPTER TWO

  PAYTON

  Day one at the academy and my dick’s not the only thing that’s looking up.

  I scan the cafeteria, finally spotting her sitting by the window. I make my way over and slide my tray up next to hers.

  One of the other guys in our class, I can’t recall his name, slaps me on the shoulder as he passes. “Fucking epic performance in there, man.”

  “You too,” I grin back, but given your performance you’ll be gone in a week.

  He’s referring to our first physical class, which I fucking aced, but it was easy to spot the chaff. As for our sole female and my esteemed partner, it was a different story. She was really sticking those cocksuckers, showing them up in everything from sprints to crunches. And the way she moved up that ladder, her perfect, peachy ass shifting from side to side… Every eye was on her, but I’m the only one who’s going to claim that prize. She can play the studious routine all she wants. They all succumb to my ten inches of charm in the end.